Arthur Kirkland started to put the pile of books he was carrying on his hand back to the shelves. It was his duty as the librarian's assistant. He sighed, looking at the book he was holding. There were some damages at the side of scratches; whether it was an accident or on purpose, Arthur felt bad about it every time he saw one. He loved books of any kind, he always read as a hobby in his room or at school.

As soon as Arthur put the book back, his green, emerald eyes gazed at the window just few feet away. It seemed to be quite sunny today; it had been raining a bit lately. Arthur pushed his glasses back up. He loved rain and would miss it after it'd be gone, it felt like it kept him company when he was alone.

The thought occurred as he started to put another pile of books back from a big box. Arthur didn't really have any friends here. Perhaps acquaintances, but making friends was difficult; sharing all those secrets and interests. His personality had neglected him from doing so in interacting; he didn't really know how to talk or be sociable to others. It was not only here but on his previous schools too. He was teased so much even his siblings did so, especially because of his eyebrows. They already judged him before they got to know him. How the society works is just plain cruel, he realised as he grew up and got used to it. Everything was the same. He decided he'd be better off alone; he had survived so far anyway (not like he would die). He had his loving family and a few friends from his childhood that he still communicated with.

Finally finishing the job, Arthur stretched himself and yawned. He looked around the library; well, no one had been here around anyway since it was extracurricular and club activity hour. The librarian already left for a meeting. Arthur couldn't really say he had choice; there was no one around to volunteer or apply to help out in the library and therefore he, himself, came here to help out. He wondered why that was; after all it was a wonderful, peaceful place but perhaps it was the students not wanting to or maybe it was just him. Break times and free lessons- Arthur always spent his time in the library. Books may perhaps be his first favourite object next to tea.

The Briton thought he'd already finished all his work and looked up at the clock attached to wall. It was getting late. After all, it was already after school and he'd not noticed how long he had spent his time here. Arthur saw a small piece of paper by the corner of the librarian's desk, on a top of the books he was tidying up.

On the note it said: 'Can you please hand these books to Mr. Harrison? Thanks.'

It was a little note and from how it was written, the librarian must have left this behind before she set off to the meeting. Arthur hadn't able to see it until now. He could see these books probably belonged to the Science building; the building located the farthest of the whole school. Arthur sighed, not that he was complaining, and picked up the books. Thankfully they weren't as much and heavy as he had thought they would be.

Arthur was in the hallway, walking to said classroom. His footsteps echoed around and he had only seen a few people pass by; ones who were ready to go home or already on their way. He too packed his messenger bag, swung it around his shoulders and planned to leave as soon as he delivered the books.

Somehow, he had heard some small giggles and chattering down the stairs as he passed by. They were definitely female ones, after all the thought of a guy giggling would be weird. Arthur did not pay attention, but still picked up a few words of the conversation: 'confessing' and 'letters' were some of them. He was not really a person to eavesdrop on anyone's conversation or chat; he wasn't interested in other's business.

The small blond knocked on the door a few times and decided to come in as he got no reply. Luckily the door seemed to be unlocked when he tried to open it and looked around the room. Apparently no one was around. Arthur continued looking at the surrounding of the entire classroom; it was just like a scientist's office, with different scientific objects such as bottles with different symbols and names written on them. Arthur just placed the books on the table nearby. He shuddered at the sight seeing a few bottles with something suspicious in them by the far side in the shelves and the skeleton looking in his direction.

Arthur then noticed the time, checking on his wristwatch and realised he'd almost forgotten that his mother had told him to buy some things for dinner. He rushed, walking faster and faster until he was almost running. Arthur took the stairs he had passed by earlier and slowed down panting from exhaustion. Running was not his best skill, he admitted, and the borrowed books from the library he carried in his bag made it even heavier and more difficult to run. Arthur decided that he would just walk, thinking of an excuse for being late with buying the ingredients for dinner.

It was already sunset; the yellowish, orange colour reflected down on the floor. There were few more steps left when Arthur noticed of a shadow of a person elongated down. 'Oh someone's there,' Arthur thought.

He heard something ripping; paper perhaps? Arthur walked on to the corner of the stairs to see who it was. Out of mere curiosity, Arthur peaked. As the person, obviously a student, was facing away from Arthur, mostly the back was shown; the Briton could see their feature though. Blond, wearing glasses and seeming to be quite tall.

The person was humming cheerfully and from the looks of it, he was ripping papers little by little as the pieces fell inside the bin. "Another annoying one these," the student sighed childishly with a hint of annoyance to it. It didn't take long until said person turned to leave in another direction, still humming.

Arthur recognised the student right away; he wondered what was he doing here with those papers. Maybe just some rubbish? But remembering what he heard the other male say made him wonder what the student had meant by those words. Then again, why would Arthur have a make big deal about it? The sandy blond didn't move from his spot. Suddenly he realised; he should have continued- he was late! But he didn't. Arthur did not know why, but he just stayed in his place had waited for the other to leave. For some unknown reason he felt he didn't want to pass by or even take a glance.

Once he knew the student had left, Arthur quickly walked in the same direction. On his way he saw there were a few pieces of paper on the floor that were scattered beside the bin that hadn't lend in it. Arthur bent to pick them up and blinked as he noticed they were written on by hand, neatly in cursive. For some odd reason, there was a scent of sweet jasmine cologne on it, just like the one his sister wore. Arthur combined the papers from the ones he had picked up.

'...seeing you from far away. I hope you accept and waiting for you to reply soon and here's gift from me to...

...baked this last night, I hope you like it. I heard that you like...'

Arthur could vividly make up the words and figured just what these papers were.

'A confession letter?' Arthur thought. He took a glimpse in the trash bin; there was a small package with a large, pink wrapper and a ribbon around it mixed with the other trash. There were few ripped parts which made the food inside the plastic visible. A cake? Arthur then noticed a piece of paper attached with the ribbon tied around, Arthur pulled it up to be able to read it closer.

Written on it was: 'To Alfred' and after there was a heart symbol drawing next to it.

Arthur's eyes widened in realisation as he was getting the idea of what was happening. He could not believe it! Or maybe it was just what his thoughts came up with. He continued to look at the 'gift' and turned his attention back to the pieces of paper on his hands. He then dropped both back in the bin, frowning upon it. He looked at the direction in which Alfred had walked off. Maybe it was just him thinking too much of it?

Alfred F. Jones, the school's idol and ace quarterback of the school's football team; not to mention the most popular student. Arthur had heard about him and had seen him around, though he'd never talked to the other male, but so far he'd always seen the popular blonde smile and help around the school. He always accepted gifts and letters, smiling as he did so. What Arthur had heard of him from other students, the other blond was always cheerful and sweet and up to now that was the same Arthur had seen him be; always ready to do work, acting as a 'Hero' to everyone as Alfred had declared every time. So why had he acted different when Arthur saw it?

That was what Arthur knew, but now had seen this…

Maybe he was misinterpreting? But hearing him saying 'annoying' with a mean tone to it, throwing the gift and the torn confession letter away in the bin, he knew this was not just a coincidence or mistake. Despite that he knew he shouldn't get stuck in anybody's business but his own. Arthur thought he should just forget it and leave right away.

Arthur didn't know that as he had looked at the letters and pulled up the wrapped gift, a figure saw him from outside the window. Deep blue eyes locked on the Briton, the one who found it all out, as he turned away with a smirk and continued to hum.


A/N: This will be and is my first fanfiction ever ;w; Forgive me for my mistakes I'm still trying to improve.

H-Hope you guys like it ;w;!
Edit: beta-ed by the awesome HamburgerWithTea X3