A/N:
"A prompt of your own choice."
A prompt of your own choice? Huh?
And so began a journey to connect that question with this story.
Lea didn't know what he was doing.
Granted, most people didn't have an inkling of why Lea did what he did 90% of the time, but still – that shouldn't apply to himself.
He sighed and smacked his head on the desk twice, hearing his pencil rattle in place, before leaving his head there.
"What am I doing," Lea muttered.
He was attempting to write something. In fact, it wasn't just a "something"; it was a significant "something". It was a letter to his pen pal who lived on the far side of the state, which Isa had pressured him into writing earlier that day.
Partly, it was significant because the letter was an invitation to visit Lea's home, Gardenia – a bustling metropolis often dubbed "the Great Radiance" for its lights and beautiful city parks. But really, it was mostly because he was in love with this pen pal of his.
Lea looked back up at the paper on his desk. He'd managed to write the greeting and the general decorum that should go with the beginning of a casual letter to someone you liked. Except it wasn't casual. It wasn't casual to him, and Lea had a really bad headache trying to think it was so he could finish the rest of the letter without sounding like a total weirdo.
"Why," he moaned. "Why, hormones. Why." He ran a hand through his red hair, flopping back into his chair and closing his eyes.
It was sometime between the third and the fourth letter when Lea finally figured out that he really liked Aqua. It wasn't because she was pretty – she hadn't sent a picture until the sixth letter – it was the way she spoke. Wrote. Whatever. She liked to sound polite, but she would always write about her life and what had been going on, and Lea knew, he just knew, that this lady could wisecrack with the best of them.
He would read one of her tales relaying the most recent drama within her circle of friends, and Lea could hear the tightly reined snark in her voice, the wry humor that came with being a person who knew a lot of things. The times Aqua made a remark in her letters were the times when Lea laughed out loud; it wasn't because of the words themselves, but because he knew at the bottom of his heart that she could say so much more than that. The day Lea had managed to kick off their banter in their letters had been the best day of his life. Now if only he could persuade her to exchange numbers, his life would be complete.
Lea opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. There was an old band poster pasted up there. "How do I do this," he mumbled.
He sat back up straight and looked at what he had of his letter. He picked up his pencil and sat, poised, ready to write down whatever he could think of. The seconds stretched into minutes, and Lea sighed. "Fuck it," he said, and just wrote.
– letter –
A/N:
To clarify, yes, this was an AU. And sorry, but I went off on a Lea/Aqua adventure. uvu