The Mystery Compliment

July 11, 2025

Dear Diary,

Something strange happened today. Very strange.

Someone—a real, breathing human being—complimented me.

I know what you’re thinking: Big deal, people say nice things all the time.

But see, that’s where you’re wrong. People don’t compliment me. They don’t notice me long enough to think about complimenting me. The only comments I get are the occasional “Nice answer” from a teacher or “Hey, you dropped this” when my notebook inevitably falls out of my bag.

So when I was gathering my things after class and someone suddenly said, “Hey, I like your handwriting,” I almost dropped my entire existence.

I turned, fully expecting to see a friend joking around. But there was no friend. Just him.

A new person. A person I had never spoken to in my entire life.

He was leaning against the desk behind mine, casually zipping up his bag. I had noticed him before—not in a he’s-so-handsome-I-must-stare way, but in a this-person-sits-near-me-in-class-but-we-do-not-interact way.

And yet, here he was, complimenting me out of nowhere.

My brain, naturally, stopped functioning.

"Uh… what?" I blurted.

He nodded toward my notebook, still open on my desk. "Your notes. Your handwriting is really neat. It looks cool."

Cool.

My handwriting was cool.

This was a historic moment.

No one had ever complimented my handwriting before. I mean, I liked my handwriting—I spent enough time making sure my notes were organized—but hearing it from someone else? Unexpected.

"Oh," I said, because apparently, that was the only word I remembered. "Thanks?"

"You’re welcome," he said, completely unfazed. Like this was normal. Like people just said nice things to each other every day.

And then he left.

That was it. No further conversation. No hidden motive. Just a mystery compliment from a mystery classmate.

Who does that???

I spent the rest of the day replaying the moment in my head. Trying to figure out if there was some kind of meaning behind it.

Did he need something? Did he mistake me for someone else? Was this part of some elaborate dare?

But no. He looked completely normal. He didn’t smirk like he was messing with me. He didn’t wait for a reaction. He just said it and left.

Look, I definitely do not have a crush on this guy. Heck, I don't even know him. And that is why, it feels weird. Very weird.... And odd. I just can't find a reason to why someone would want to compliment me.... Or my handwriting.... Or my notes.

And now I have a new problem.

Because now, every time I sit in that class, I can feel myself hyper-aware of his presence. Not because I like him or anything. But because I don’t understand him.

And maybe that bothers me more than it should.

Sincerely confused,

The Girl With Cool Handwriting (?)

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