I do not own Azumanga Daioh.

Written for the 31 Days LJ community (theme: Anno mirabilis / Year of Wonders) . My first loverly AMD fic, too. Set in their junior year. Spelling mistakes have been made on purpose.

Letters to Yomi

Dear Yomi,

This is my secret letter to you. I bet you didn't know about this, Miss I'm-Soo-Smart. Ha, now I have the uppar hand, missy. You will never know the pile of letter I've been writing to you since childhood. The past few years, I've been doing it around New Years.

I live my life from day to day. I'd almost call it my moto, but I don't read into things—like myself—too much. Ethier I don't like to, or I can't. You do all that kind of stuff for me, I guess.

Anyway, I'm going somewhere with this, yeah.

So the idea of a whole year passing by is nearly impassible for me to imagine. Maybe this is why I started doing this to begin with, eh? Probabaly not.

To tell you the truth, I doubt you really know me. I mean, we've been friends since the begginning of time, but still, all you know is my loudmouth side. That's the largest side of me, sure, but it's not all of me.

This is why I wright you letters. On these sheets of paper I can explain to you what I'm really like; what I really feel; what I really want to say. Things like I'm gay, or I think my nose is too big. Or I think I love you.

You're the smart one. Well, then, why didn't you calaculate this? You take the tests, and you figure out all the right answers. Well, why couldn't you figure me out?

You see why I never actually give you these letters? I don't have a way with words. Fuck it, I can't even spell right most of the time. Chiyo-chan probably can write poetry half-asleep.

Did I ever tell you that sometimes I'm so jealous of Chiyo-chan? Mostly because I think that maybe if I were her insteed of myself, you would like me. I could talk to you about smartass stuff and you'd be proud to be my friend (girlfriend?). I could make you something for your birthday and Christmas, and you'd give me a sinceer, greatful smile.

I think its the snow. It's infecting my brain with its coldness and whiteness, which is making my brain spout funny things like I like Yomi and let's wright her a letter. I should buy a gianthuge flame thrower and burn down all the snow. MUAHAHAHAHA!

Now, for my annuall list. Things You've Done To Drive Me Up A Wall This Year:

1. You told me in the spring how you though this boy was really cute, and kept saying things like do you think he though I was pretty? And just to piss you off I mentioned the udon you ate.
2. You're not fat (I wright this every year).
3. You keep your hair so long. I want run my hands through it so much they aeck.
4.Ate all the ice cream at my house in the summer when we had sleepovers.
5. You don't think you're absolootly gorgious.
6. You called me a idiot with the feelings of a plank of wood on your birthday. My feelings are large and . . . plentiful?

I can't (don't want to?) think about thisany more, because instead ofthis list making me want to tear off an arm or an ear of yours, it's making me want to call you just to hear the sound of your always-exasperated voice.

Your right. I am an idiot. If I had any brains, I would know that it's stupid and pointless to love you. The reasons are plenty. I'll just get depressed if I pick some out specifically.

This letter is making me depressed period. Have a great New Year, Yomi.

Love, Tomo.