Sanada swallowed hard and started to move his hand.

Dear To : Yukimura Seiichi –san

It already went bad. The first word of the letter has already made no sense at all. The ink was splattered a bit because his hand were shaking. When writing Chinese Calligraphy, one must have his hand firm on the brush and have heart straight and determined. Sanada couldn't do that now. Usually when he was making war letters or diaries (mostly about what Yukimura did during the day) it were easy, but this is a love letter. Sanada scratched his hat. ( he still wore the hat—since the day Yukimura praised him being 'handsome' with hat on, he made a mental not to put off the heat except when bathing or sleeping). Well, the hat itself was one of the gambling sources for Niou and friends—they were betting what age Sanada will go bald due to the excessive hat using.

He was going to sleep; but he was restless. He knew he must do this. He knew he must write this letter. Otherwise he couldn't convey his feelings at all. And he didn't want to do that. Tomorrow is their last day of being a junior high school student; they might get to different school and be separated. Sanada just realized that leaving this feeling as it is would have no good effect. He needs to convey this otherwise he is gonna burst and worst came to worst, rape Yukimura (that was actually his long-live dream; he always fantasized about pinning Yukimura down—especially on hospital bed—and then making him writhe, struggle while pouring his desire into him. There were so many versions of the dream: the bathroom version, hospital version, the class version, the bedroom version, the yukata version, the tennis court version, etc. It is too much to list on).

Around him laying many used papers as he always felt something was not right. The papers filled the places around him; now it looked like he was sitting in the middle of rumpled paper-sea. His futon was set aside already, tempting him to give up, come inside and maybe even have some little 'happy session' (with Yukimura in bikini, or Yukimura in sumo underwear). Well, not now. He is determined he must do whatever it takes to finish this particular letter.

He put out another paper.

And swallowed hard.

To : Yukimura Seiichi

He stuck there. How should he write it? Should he write it formally?

I, Sanada Genichirou, want to convey my opinions of you today. Please bear with my personal feelings. Since the day we started having friendship I have already convoluted some romantic feeling for you.

Sound weird. It's like a resign letter.

How about writing it informally—as a friend?

We have been together since we met in opening ceremony three years ago. You know, we are always together as a fukubuchou and best friend. But I wonder if you want to go further…

Sanada blushed. No, this wouldn't crumpled the paper once again.

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NOTE : any silly idea of what Sanada might write? i want to make him look foolish but oh-so-sweet this time.

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