Otori was just about to enter his room when he noticed it. A letter with a rose on the floor in front of him.
"What's this?"
He picked up the letter and rose, then entered his room, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the bed, put the rose, which if you look closely was an origami rose, on the nightstand, and opened the letter. It said this:
Dear Otori,
I've liked you for a while now. I'm writing this simply because I'm too shy, and don't know how to express my feelings out loud just yet. You're simply too beautiful to describe in words alone, but I'll try. While I can't reveal my true identity yet, I will tell you this: I'm much closer than you think.
Your Secret Admirer
"Huh…A secret admirer? Well…this'll be interesting."
Otori smiles to himself was he put the letter in a drawer for safe keeping, and went to bed.
In the next week, Otori found another letter along with another rose. This time on the piano in Team Otori's practice room. Hoshitani asks what everyone else is wondering.
"Um…Otori, sir, what's that?"
When Otori answered them, their reaction was this: "EHHH? A secret admirer!?"
"Yeah. Isn't that interesting?"
Otori had pure amusement in his eyes, the team's reactions basically priceless to him. Team Otori then, watched Otori put the letter and rose in his jacket.
"Well, get back to practice, boys."
Otori clapped his hands, and Team Otori went back to practice. Later, after practice ended and Team Otori had gone back, Otori got the letter and rose out of his jacket, twirling the rose a bit before setting it down on the piano, then opened the letter. This time it said this:
Dear Otori,
I'm sorry I couldn't write to you earlier. It's just that between school, practices, and performances, there's not much free time, but I make time to write and make roses. Just. For. You. I admire and respect you so much, much much more than you could possibly imagine. Simply watching you dance makes me want to work harder and improve so that, one day, I could dance with you on the same stage. That's my dream, and I hope the chance to make it come true comes soon. Here's another hint: You're two years my senior, senpai.
Your Secret Admirer
"Hmm…a kouhai, huh?" Otori places the letter in his jacket, rose in hand, and walks back to his room to stash it away, and get some sleep.