[Hey, she didn't go IN his apartment, so this doesn't count as going over. Sort of. Whatever.
Either way, he'll find a little baggie of handmade chocolates, shaped and decorated carefully to look like dice and clown masks. They're kind of lumpy and taste a little too sweet, but an attempt was made. Accompanying it is a letter.]
Kokichi
[The 'i's are dotted with hearts even. Gross]
It's hard to think of a coherent way to get everything I want to say down on paper. I don't know where to begin. You've been a huge pain in the ass sometimes, you know? But that's hardly the way to start off a heartfelt confession.
When we first arrived together, it was all just supposed to be a game. You were entertaining and I was bored, and we both managed to get under each other's skin in a way I'd never had someone do before. I didn't think it'd last. I thought we might pick on each other once in a while, ships passing in the night and all, but somehow it shifted to something more than that.
You know more about me than anyone here. Somehow, some way, you've managed to worm yourself into a permanent place in my mind an my heart. Does that sound too romantic and mushy? Don't worry, it's not like that. But it IS true. When I imagine my time here, you're always the first one on my mind. I can't imagine a time here, in the past or in the future, that doesn't somehow involve you, you know? You're special to me, in a way that different from something like 'love' or even 'friendship.' And I'm not going to let anything change that.
I know you care, in your own way, and I know it's hard for you to open up, to be even a little bit vulnerable, and to trust. It's frustrating sometimes, but I'm not giving up on you. So you'll just have to get used to me sticking around, huh? Despite it all, you're a good guy deep down. I believe that. And I know if it's something that really matters, I CAN depend on you.
Sometimes I get scared that you'll get bored of me. I know I'm clingy and needy and all of that, but that fear of being left alone isn't all that keeps me holding onto you. I care about you too. I really do like you and I value our friendship deeply. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you.
Ah, now it really IS getting too mushy.
Anyway, I know you have Momota-san and Saihara-san (and now Amami-san, I suppose), but don't forget I'm here for you too. Not that it matters because you could get in anyway, but my door's still open to you.
Love, Hinasaki
P.S. I started working with the acting troupe. I've always only done things because people told me to do them, you know? But you've taught me more than you might think, about actually trying to be myself. Even if I'm still discovering who the 'real me' is, even if I don't know if I'm doing acting because I don't know anything else or if I actually like it, I'm trying to find out on my own now.
When we have our first big show, I want you to be there too. I'll perform better knowing I have someone cheering me on.
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Either way, he'll find a little baggie of handmade chocolates, shaped and decorated carefully to look like dice and clown masks. They're kind of lumpy and taste a little too sweet, but an attempt was made. Accompanying it is a letter.]
Kokichi
[The 'i's are dotted with hearts even. Gross]
It's hard to think of a coherent way to get everything I want to say down on paper. I don't know where to begin. You've been a huge pain in the ass sometimes, you know? But that's hardly the way to start off a heartfelt confession.
When we first arrived together, it was all just supposed to be a game. You were entertaining and I was bored, and we both managed to get under each other's skin in a way I'd never had someone do before. I didn't think it'd last. I thought we might pick on each other once in a while, ships passing in the night and all, but somehow it shifted to something more than that.
You know more about me than anyone here. Somehow, some way, you've managed to worm yourself into a permanent place in my mind an my heart. Does that sound too romantic and mushy? Don't worry, it's not like that. But it IS true. When I imagine my time here, you're always the first one on my mind. I can't imagine a time here, in the past or in the future, that doesn't somehow involve you, you know? You're special to me, in a way that different from something like 'love' or even 'friendship.' And I'm not going to let anything change that.
I know you care, in your own way, and I know it's hard for you to open up, to be even a little bit vulnerable, and to trust. It's frustrating sometimes, but I'm not giving up on you. So you'll just have to get used to me sticking around, huh? Despite it all, you're a good guy deep down. I believe that. And I know if it's something that really matters, I CAN depend on you.
Sometimes I get scared that you'll get bored of me. I know I'm clingy and needy and all of that, but that fear of being left alone isn't all that keeps me holding onto you. I care about you too. I really do like you and I value our friendship deeply. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you.
Ah, now it really IS getting too mushy.
Anyway, I know you have Momota-san and Saihara-san (and now Amami-san, I suppose), but don't forget I'm here for you too. Not that it matters because you could get in anyway, but my door's still open to you.
Love,
Hinasaki
P.S. I started working with the acting troupe. I've always only done things because people told me to do them, you know? But you've taught me more than you might think, about actually trying to be myself. Even if I'm still discovering who the 'real me' is, even if I don't know if I'm doing acting because I don't know anything else or if I actually like it, I'm trying to find out on my own now.
When we have our first big show, I want you to be there too. I'll perform better knowing I have someone cheering me on.