I was gonna post this yesterday but then I looked at the date and realized that if I waited just one more day it would be May 16th! That makes today the one year anniversary of Dear Bocchan! Thank you so so much to everyone who has been reading these letters! And not only is this my one year anniversary for Dear Bocchan, but it's also my one year anniversary on Fanfiction altogether (my profile says differently but I wasn't actually writing any fan fiction before this one so yeah)! I'm so excited! Thank you again everyone!
Dear Bocchan,
Have I mentioned that I like small things? That might explain why I like you so much. You and your short, tiny self. With your little clothes that personally I feel should just be left off of you. Oh well. At least you wear short-shorts every day. With your teeny-weeny legs all uncovered.
Your asthma attacks are fun. For me anyway. They make it sound like your respiration is accelerated due to sexual intercourse. If I close my eyes during one of your attacks, I can almost see you naked and sweaty and begging for more. And then I have to make the noises stop so you don't die. Those are some of the saddest moments of my life. Not really.
I like your little puffy coat too. At the ice sculpting competition I wish we had fallen into the water and I lost my ability to float. Then we would have to take all of our clothes off to float better. And since the water would be freezing, we would have to huddle together for warmth. Naked. With our bodies pressed against each other. I can hear the sexy music playing in the background already. And maybe the cold will set off another attack! Yay for sex noises!
Your asthma-adoring butler,
Sebastian