"Just tell this mystery girl of yours you like her, Zero," you say, not bothering to look up from the manga you're reading. Zero never shuts up about this girl (which is not like him at all) and yet he won't tell you who she is.
"I don't think the feeling is mutual," he scoffs, a frown forming on his face.
You close your book and sigh. "I don't see why she wouldn't. You're loveable, Zero!" He seems to relax at your words, and you cup his face in your hands to add to the comforting.
"You really think so?" he asks, placing his hand on your cheek. You lean into it, closing your eyes and feeling the sudden warmth. He grins and you reply, "I know so. Just tell her directly. Make it quick and get straight to the point."
Zero gently grabs your wrists and moves your hands away from him. "I suppose you're right," he says, reaching into his pocket. He takes out and unfolds a white post it note and before you know it, he smacks it onto your forehead. Smirking, he spirnts out of the room.
"Zero!" you yell in annoyance. You peel the post it off your forehead.
Then your eyes widen and your breathing stops.
I love you.
No hearts, no crappy drawings.
No crypitic messages, no poems.
I love you, Yuki.