Dear Hatsune Miku, my one and only love,

If you've received this letter, you must be thinking at least two things-

1. Why would Len be sending snail mail when it's the thirtieth century? He can always text me, because that's what his phone is for, besides texting and calling others, of course.

2. Len lives in the same apartment as me; we live together and we see each other every day. Why the heck would he want to write a letter? He can always talk to me in between shifts,

Or as an alternative…

3. Len is being tacky as usual and he wants to show his love through letters.

Well, if you actually thought of the third thing, I'm very sorry to say (not!) that you're correct, and that I have to give you some of my candy again (which I really don't mind doing; I just pretend to so I can see that cute satisfied smile of yours).

Did I really just write that? I'm probably doomed because now you know and you won't allow me to give you candy ever again. But screw that, there are other things that you like. Like milk chocolate. Don't think I don't know about how much chocolate you eat. You stash them in your underwear drawer and your lips always seem to taste so sweet.

Not that they're not always sweet, of course.

I can imagine you thumping me on the head after that comment.

Anyhow, if you've thought of the first or second thing-

Yes, it's the thirtieth century and postmen are becoming broke because of the decrease of the usage of a piece of white paper and a fountain pen or a computer keyboard and the increase of cell phones with too many weird functions, so why not help them out a bit? I probably already hit two birds with one stone by proclaiming my love for you through handwritten words and fed an old postman's family. No, three birds, because I gave a postman a job that he can do instead of nap in front of the post office in cold weather. I'm not joking; I literally saw a postman use his bag as a pillow once so he could at least sleep a bit more comfortably.

He snored quite loudly too, wow…

And besides, on an unrelated note unrelated to the story of that snoring postman but still related to the thoughts that I thought up about what you would probably think of upon receiving this letter, I think writing long, dumb sentences for you are fun, and I don't care if you think I'm an idiot.

Because I'm your idiot.

Cue you slapping your hand against your forehead~!

Tell me what you think, princess~

With lots of love and much tackiness,

Len.

-o-

Dear Kagamine Len, my beloved (oh goodness me, your tackiness is rubbing off on me!) fiance,

If you've received this letter, you must already realise that-

1. You never did manage to mail the letter, because I found it while you were napping on your patients' charts. Tell me, do they make good pillows? I'm literally giggling as I write this.

2. I also found this under your arm, so it smells like armpits. It's also wet because you drooled all over it while you slept. But hey, the sweat and saliva didn't really mask the effort and love you put into this, so I'm going to keep it forever! It's very sweet that you thought up of this, really, even though yes, it's tacky.

Haha, but you did indeed nail my thoughts! They were all amazingly accurate, and does that show how much you love me? Wink, wink.

*thumps you on the head* Yep, you're right on that part again. Sorry, honey. I love you!

The story doesn't apply anymore because you didn't mail it. Sorry again, dear. And I thought you'd be more worried about the postman; wouldn't he get frostbite or hypothermia? You're a pretty strange doctor. You care so much about human lives but the instant you see something like this, your eyes turn into saucers like one of those anime characters.

That reminds me, I wonder how we would look as anime characters. I'd probably look really strange because of my hair (I already am considered weird because of that…) but I can see you becoming really popular, with fangirls constantly trying to kiss posters of you…

BAD THOUGHT! Len, please, please promise me you won't allow any girl to kiss a picture of you… I'll cry! Oh, maybe I really shouldn't think about things like this… You already have so many of the female patients ogling you whenever you perform treatment on them. OGLING.

Yes, yes, you're my idiot, whatever… You're such an idiot. An idiot with a medical degree. And don't you get started on that 'That's why I have to play Dungeons and Dragons' quote.

KAGAMINE LEN, WHY WERE YOU SNOOPING AROUND IN MY UNDERWEAR DRAWERS!? I don't even care about the candy now… Wait, I do! What candy do you even buy for me anyways? They always taste amazing and I steal some from you sometimes- ARGH! You are going to be a heap of a doctor when you get back home tonight…

Your sentences are dumber than mine, aren't they? I'm going to try to blow-dry your letter so it's not so disgusting to hold, especially after the armpit sweat. No, screw the weird jokes about how we've hugged while you were drenched with sweat!

What I think? I think it's absolutely endearing, minus the smell of the sweat. You're tacky, but that's a part of you, and I love you for you and your strange words and your voice and also your wet letters.

Don't knock over the cup of coffee I placed next to you, by the way.

Lots of love and lots of giggles and pretending to be totally pissed off,

Miku.

P.S. There's sugar in the coffee already.

-o-

A/N: Hello guys! This is probably just going to be a very random series of letters sent by the couple as they work around the clock at the hospitals~ For the ones who've read my story, Only One, I write with a hospital worker AU in mind~ Do read and tell me what you think in the reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own VOCALOID~