( I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell! )


[ the year is 201X, and like most students his age, akira kurusu has a perfectly functional handphone. it's not cutting-edge, but it gets the job done, and it's a safe assumption to say he uses it every day.
so when you're sitting behind your girlfriend during an afternoon period which just plain refuses to end, the only logical course of action is to:
throw a note at her. neatly folded, like a diminutive paper airplane. it's the thought that counts?
the contents are simpler still: one line, two checkboxes, as childish as it gets. DO YOU LIKE ME? CHECK YES OR NO
he's proud of himself, at least. morgana rolls his eyes in his slipshod desk nest, refusing to be any part of this. he'd leave right now if it weren't grounds for getting spotted by everyone in the classroom. ]
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