Theme: Letters (as in notes)

Written for Junebee

In which Tajima puts his feelings on paper and tries to rap, but not necessarily in that order.

A/N I hope you enjoy your drabble!

Dear Mihashi,

I love you…

No, that wouldn't work… According to Shino'oka Tajima was supposed to wait until the end of his letter to say that because saying so too early would be coming on too strong and would scare his crush away.

So for the first time in his life Yuichiro Tajima was nervous and it was a feeling that was as scary as it had been described to him by numerous friends, teachers, siblings, and the like. His palms sweating as he tried to write. In fact they were sweating so hard that the pen kept slipping out of his hand. Also his stomach was tying itself into intricate knots and Tajima had to get up every few minutes to keep the cramps from overtaking him.

"Why can't I just rap it or something?" He asked himself. "Shawty Imma tell you this once, you the illest. And for your lovin' imam die hard like Bruce Willis. You got spark you, you got spunk. You, you got something all the guys want. You're like a candy store and I'm like a toddler. You got me wanting more and mo-mo-more…"

Tajima shook his head since he knew that wouldn't work either.

"Why am I putting myself through this?" he demanded of himself as he hunched over the note.

Tajima knew full and well why he was subjecting himself to this uncharted territory. He knew exactly why he was at his desk in the middle of the night wasting page after page of paper. Captain Planet would have been amazed or disgusted by the slowly growing pile.

"Captain Planet can suck it," Tajima mumbled.

Dear Ren,

No, he couldn't start the letter like that either as per Shino'oka's instructions. Addressing the crush by given name in the letter was too informal and would come off as arrogant- as if you thought that there was no chance that they could reject you and that you were already pretty intimate with them- and would have the opposite effect. Tajima definitely didn't want to scare him away…

So, once more he got another sheet of paper and started over again. He began with a simple "Dear Mihashi," but then drew a blank on where to go from there. He had no idea where to go next. This was the hardest stuff because the only things he knew for sure were the "Dear Mihashi" and "I love you." He just had to find an appropriate way to begin his letter, though Tajima and appropriate rarely met at the same dances.

Then inspiration struck. Tajima knew that he had been acting strange for the past week around Mihashi since he had realized his feelings. In fact it was likely that Mihashi thought that he has angry with him or something even though he hadn't been avoiding him that much. Except for during lunch, and break, and after practice…

I just want to say that I'm sorry. For the past week I've been a total jerk and I want you to know that it's not because I'm mad at you. It's the total opposite! Whenever I'm around you I get drenched in this cold sweat. The hairs on the back of my neck all stand at attention because of the goose bumps that start creeping up my skin. I've never felt like that, so I'll admit I panicked.

Tajima surveyed his words so far. Not only did they feel right but they were more than he had written in any of his scrapped letters. At least it was more than the ones without sexual content.

Avoiding you didn't make the feelings go away, but just made me feel even worse. The butterflies in my stomach were replaced with this longing to be next to you, to hold your hand. I was sad because I was away from you and worried about how you were and then I realized that I like you Mihashi. A lot.

As Tajima remembered it he went to Shino'oka for help on how to confess his feelings. She gave him a bevy of advice and the last piece of it for his letter was that a confession note needed a list or something to that affect of what he liked about Mihashi. Tajima thought for a moment since he never thought about what exactly what he liked about Mihashi. He just liked Mihashi. Wasn't that enough? He knew it wasn't so he decided to just write everything that popped into his head.

I like it when you smile.

I like the way your face looks when you get embarrassed.

I like the way your face looks when you think about stuff.

I like your hair.

I like that even though we're about the same size you look up to me (literally).

I like when you get that flustered deer in headlights look, it's cute.

I like that I'm the only one who understands what you're saying one hundred percent of the time.

I like that even though Abe tells you not to, you ask me sex questions.

I like how blissfully unaware you are.

I like how hard you work to be a better pitcher.

I like how you blush when I say you're my best friend.

I like that you blush at all.

I like how you worry about everyone else when you're hurting too.

I like how you have faith even when I can tell everything in you wants to just cut and run.

I like that every morning before you go to Abe you come to me.

I like that a love of baseball brought us together.

I like you Ren Mihashi and…

Tajima stopped. He finally had his heart on paper and it was do or die time. The note would have no meaning if he didn't put this last part in it. But what if Mihashi rejected him? He feared the answer, but Tajima took a deep breath. The fact that Mihashi could reject him was just something he was going to have to deal with. If he wasn't willing to take a risk and include this question then the letter he had worked hours to write was all for nothing.

I like you Ren Mihashi and I was wondering if you like me too?

There it was done! Tajima quickly signed his name and stuffed the note into his bag for the next morning. All he had to do now was leave it somewhere Mihashi would find it.

Two things: there is a part two to this drabble and I don't own "Your love" by Nikki Minaj, they were playing this all week in school so i couldn't help but put it in.

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