You waited a few weeks before you sent the next letter.

You'd never have thought you'd have the courage to send another letter, after all the worrying you went through with the first one, but this was one you knew you had to send.

After all, watching him play volleyball was what made you admire him…but it was what you described in the second letter that had made you love him.

In the second letter, you had started off by telling him that you knew he was a really kind person, even though he looked angry a lot. You even admitted to being a little scared of him at first. But then you saw what a good heart he had. A little while ago, a pregnant woman stepped onto the train, and the only available seats were by Aone. She had looked really anxious getting on the train, and seeing the last seats she looked even more nervous. For a while it seemed she was thinking about standing up, rather than sit next to Aone. You were going to offer your seat, but then Aone stood up. She looked even more upset as he approached her, but then he offered her his seat. The lady was surprised, but she thanked Aone and took his seat. After that, Aone walked off to the other side of the train and stayed standing, all the way to his stop.

You told Aone that you thought it was really kind of him to give up his seat so that women wouldn't be so upset anymore. He hadn't seen it, but after he had left the woman had tears running down her face, although she was still smiling. You told him that you thought she must have been having a tough time, and that act of kindness really meant a lot to her. You admitted it made you admire him even more than before (you hadn't been able to write 'love' no matter how hard you'd tried). At the end, you even made a little joke and told him you hoped he didn't mind that you didn't find him so scary anymore.

Once again, you snuck the letter in his gym bag again and ran off before anyone could see you.

Unfortunately this time, you didn't get to see him all day. Your friends dragged you out for lunch, and you didn't want to tell them just yet about your letters to Aone, and by the time you got back everyone was already getting ready for class. And the volleyball team must have had practice because you didn't even see him on the train going home. You were disappointed, and very nervous. What if he had practice again tomorrow morning? What if he didn't eat lunch in the cafeteria? What if, what if…the worries ran through your head. What if you didn't see him for a month and he forgot your letter so you never knew if he liked it?

You don't know if that's better or worse than seeing him reading your letter in the next few days with an upset look on his face.

It was a long night, and you barely got any sleep from nerves. You woke up, ate breakfast, and walked to the train station with a listless, yet anxious, expression on your face. Your nerves only got worse when you got on the train, and sat down across from the door Aone usually entered from. You tried to look calm, as you pulled out your phone and pretended to be busy.

Finally, you came to Aone's stop. You watched as people filed in, and you tried to ignore the sinking of your heart as you didn't see him among the crowd. It was just tapering off, the doors about to close…when you caught sight of him.

Stepping onto the train, Aone barely avoided walking into the door. His eyes were completely focused on the piece of paper in front of him. Your letter. He sat down on the closest empty seat, and immediately went back to reading (not even noticing the man in the seat next to him getting up and going to another seat). His face was flushed, and he even though he was covering his mouth you could see he was really smiling. He looked really happy, and that made you really happy too.

And that moment had been when you made the decision to confess.

It had taken all your courage just to tell your friends, since you desperately needed their advice, so you hadn't been very confident in your ability to talk to Aone. Luckily, some of your friends had confessed to boys in the past, and they gave you a lot of advice on how to talk to him. Your other friends tried to help too, although their advice amounted to 'just kiss the boy'. You imagined talking to Aone would be awkward enough without you having to jump up to try and surprise kiss the huge boy.

Your friends also helped you to write your third, and probably final, letter. Even with their help, and it being the shortest, it still made you even more anxious than writing any of the letters before. Finally, you decided to just be straightforward. In the letter, you told Aone that you wanted to meet him face to face. You wanted to talk to him, and you didn't want to hide behind letters anymore ('It makes you sound fierce!' your friends had told you). You asked to meet him at lunch, so he wouldn't have to worry about practice, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the roof, so they wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted.

It took a few days of deep breathing and your friend's encouragement, but you finally had enough courage to do it. You styled your hair into something nice and simple (or at least something that looked simple, despite taking a ridiculously long time), put on some modest make-up, and tried to make your school uniform as pretty and stylish as possible. You didn't look too fancy, but that was how you liked it. If you were going to do this, you were going to be yourself when you did it.

You went to school and rode the train as usual. Aone must have had morning practice, since he wasn't there. You were a bit grateful, actually…you had been nervous enough as it was.

When you got to school, you snuck the letter in his bag again.

You ran away quickly, although it was less because you were afraid of getting caught and more because you were afraid you'd end up running out of courage and taking the letter back before he had a chance to see it.

Then came the waiting. The terrible, terrible waiting.

Lunch seemed to take forever to come, and you were practically shaking every minute until it did. You were so nervous you asked your friends if maybe you shouldn't go, but they quickly put that thought out of your head by telling you if you didn't show, he'd think someone was playing a prank on him. And that might mean he'd think all the letters were pranks, and there's no way he wouldn't be hurt.

As nervous as you were, you'd never do anything that would hurt Aone.

So, finally, lunchtime arrived. You took a (lot of) deep breath(s), while your friends enthusiastically cheered you on and 'subtly' directed you to the door leading to the stairs to the second floor. You pumped your fists, trying to keep yourself determined. You could do this!

At least, that's what you were thinking before you walked through the door, and started heading up the stairs. Then, the doubts began to creep back into your mind.

What if I'm not what he expects? What if he thought I'd be prettier? What if he's disappointed?

All of these questions swirled in your mind as you pushed the door to the second floor open, and looked across at the final door. Behind it was the stairs to the roof. Behind it was where you were going to confess. You felt your heart beating hard, as you grabbed the handle of the door. You couldn't help but dread now having to wait for Aone to show.

Because what if he didn't?

You shook your head hard, and then before you could talk yourself out of it you pulled the door open.

All your worries immediately disappeared…as you saw him already standing there. He was standing straight up right in front of the stairs, staring at you intently as you stepped inside and let the door swing closed behind you.

In his hands he was holding your letter. You noticed they were shaking a little. Somehow the idea that he was nervous too…made you less nervous. Your hands, which had been shaking a little as well, calmed down a little.

You had taken a deep breath, and bowed respectfully to him.

And then you introduced yourself to Aone for the first time.

Even after straightening up, you had stared at the floor the entire time. You didn't want to look up and see his expression just yet, not until you'd finished.

You admitted to him that is you were the one who sending him letters. You quickly apologised for all the secrecy and hiding behind your letters, and but you quickly explained it was because you were so shy. You told him you really did like him, and you'd meant every word you'd written.

Before you could stop yourself, you revealed, out loud, that you admired him for both his strength and his kindness. You thought he was a truly amazing person.

You had then winced in embarrassment for saying something so corny.

Stammering in mortification, you felt your cheeks turn bright red. Any possibility of you admitting you wanted to be his girlfriend was gone. And so, you finished your speech by saying that you'd really like to be friends with him.

Then, there was silence. It was this deep quiet, and you felt your stomach coil unpleasantly. Did he dislike what you said? Slowly, you flicked your eyes up to his face…and were amazed at what you saw.

Aone's face was turned to the side, away from you, and he was using his large hand to try and cover the lower half of his face…it didn't quite work though, since you could clearly see how hard he was blushing. Even the tips of his ears were red! As if he sensed you were looking at him, his sharp gaze had turned back to you. His face reddened even further, and he immediately looked away again.

"So…would—would you be like to be friends?" You asked softly, twiddling your fingers together nervously as you looked down at the floor.

He nods quickly and decisively, staring at you very closely. You breathe a deep sigh of relief, and can't help but smile cheerfully. You hold your hand out, but Aone's staring at your face so intensely he doesn't notice for a few moments…after he does however, he quickly offers you the hand he tried to cover his face with. Now, you can see that he's smiling, although it looks like he's trying not to, funny enough.

You take his hand happily, marvelling in how large it is (even using both of your hands, his still easily dwarfs yours) and you shook it enthusiastically. His hand was warm, and it felt strong…but also incredibly gentle. You gave him another bright smile.

"Well then…here's to a new friendship, Aone-kun!"