Kise found the letters strange. Every day after basketball practice, he would always open his locker to find a pile of fanmail, sprayed with perfume, filled with sweets, each letter covered with dozens of hearts.

Maybe that is why the white letter drew his attention so much.

x x x

I wish you would notice me...

Are you aware of how my heart beats for you?

Your voice makes my cheeks warm; being with you makes my heart race

Every moment I spend with you makes me desire

that the moment would last for eternity

But I know that I am not the one in your eyes

Notice me already...

x x x

The first letter he had gotten was simple. He read it over out of curiosity, before he threw it into his bag along with the rest of his fan letters.

Yet the letters kept coming.

They were always placed in the same white envelope, devoid of any perfume or decorations. The message inside was always a cute, short poem that repeated the same words over and over again.

'I wish you would notice me..."

At first Kise didn't care for the letters, and he dismissed them along with the rest of his fan mail. But after a month, his attention was once again drawn to them.

All of his other fans simply stopped sending mail after a while; no two signatures were ever the same. Yet the letters kept coming. Eventually, Kise's curiosity got the better of him.

He started to read the letters.

Each letter always spoke of how he would attract the writer's attraction, of all of his characteristics that the writer had noticed. It scared him how the writer seemed to know him better than he knew himself.

Yet whenever he finished reading one of the letters, he was always left with the same warm, fuzzy feeling. It made him smile, and he always wondered the same the over and over again.

'Who wrote this?'

x x x

I wish that you would notice me...

Your hair always shines so brightly

It makes me want to reach out and brush it with my hand

Is it softer than I expected?

A part of me really wants to know

But I can't approach you and ask so casually

Notice me already...

x x x

Kise never really knew the (hair colored) girl very well. Yet when he first saw her, there was something about her eyes that drew his attention; they were both bright and dull at the same time. Maybe that was why he had asked her out. There was a part of him that knew that she wasn't one of his fans.

Boy, was he ever so wrong.

He had spoken to the girl after he observed her for a week. Kise noticed that she, too, was quite popular among both the guys and girls of the school. She would be a person that wouldn't be questioned if they started going out; if anything, there would be people that would support the couple.

So Kise spoke to her. He told her about his situation, and made a proposal; they would go out to decrease the amount of people targeting them. It was a good deal, as popular people had their own share of problems, no matter what their personality was. And in the end, Kise added one last comment.

"But if you fall in love with me, we're breaking up."

He had honestly meant it as a joke; he even winked and grinned after saying the sentence. But the girl had not seen this. She simply stared at him blankly before replying.

"Okay."

The two had started going out, and Kise never failed to notice how good of an actor the girl was. She would laugh, flirt, and touch him in school; there were times when Kise believed that she really was his girlfriend. Yet when they were alone, she kept her distance, smiling lightly and answering his questions as if he were a stranger.

He really hated it.

There were times when he wished that the girl was someone closer to him, that she really was his girlfriend. But Kise was aware that she was only dating him for the benefits that he had proposed.

The entire time this happened, the letters never stopped coming.

x x x

I wish that you would notice me...

The rhythm of your basketball bouncing on the floor

matches the beating of my heart

Can you hear my voice? The one that wants to escape its cage

If I had the courage to embrace you I would

But I can't.

You'll hate me if I do it.

Notice me already...

x x x

Kise noticed that the letters were becoming more sad, and it made him hesitate to read any more. He wondered if the girl that wrote the letters was hurting because that he had decided to date (First Name), but he dismissed the thought.

It was on a cloudy day that basketball practice had ended early, and Kise ended up going to his locker before his usual time. He was about to turn the corner when he heard footsteps, making him freeze.

A part of him wanted to know who it was that was delivering the letters, yet a part of him held back. In the end, if he found out, what would he do? If that person was someone that he knew well, would he really act the same way?

But once again, curiosity won, and Kise peeked around the corner.

His eyes widened at the sight he saw.

In front of his locker stood a girl with (hair colored) hair, her palm pressed up against his locker. Kise watched as she reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope.

His breath hitched.

The envelope was white.

(First Name) slipped the envelope through one of the cracks of the locker, before letting out a small sigh, her hand tracing over the pattern of the metal. Then she picked up her bag, and was about to turn away when Kise called out.

"(F-First Name)-chan?"

The girl froze at the sudden voice, and she turned around abruptly, only to see Kise standing before her. Her face contorted for a second, before she turned and ran.

Kise stared after the girl, stunned at what he had seen until he snapped to his senses and tore after the girl. Yet after she turned a couple of blocks, Kise lost her. He found himself standing near her house, and deciding that that was where she must have went, he went up to the door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Kise found himself face to face with a man sporting a rough stubble, his hair uncombed. Kise wrinkled his nose; the house smelled of alcohol.

"What is it, young man?" The person at the door asked.

"O-oh, excuse me. I'm Kise Ryouta, and I'm looking for (First Name). I was wondering if she came home..." Kise trailed off.

The man grinned a bit. "Ah, you must mean my daughter. She didn't come home yet, might be at the park. If you head over, you might see her."

Kise thanked the man, and turned to leave. He was just a couple of paces away from the house when an scream drew his attention back to the house. Golden eyes widened at the next words that he heard.

"You damn bitch, how dare you go around telling people my address! I warned you yesterday not to disobey me, and now look at what you have done! If it weren't for that woman, then I would kill you myself!"

Another scream interrupted the peaceful evening, and Kise took a step backwards, shocked. Taking out his phone, he quickly contacted the police. He then sprinted back up the steps and banged on the door.

"(First Name)-chan? Are you in there? Answer me!" He called out, uncertain of what to do. The door suddenly slammed open, and the man from earlier stood before him, a shattered glass bottle in hand.

"Kise Ryouta, was it? You really have a pretty face. But unfortunately, I'll have to ruin it. This family situation is only between me and (First Name), it is none of your business. But now that you've heard..." The man grinned, an evil light shining in his eyes. "I might as well hurt you a bit..." He raised his hand over his head, and was about to bring the bottle down onto Kise's head when a heavier force was thrown onto his back, stopping him.

"D-don't hurt him, please...! I-I'll do anything you want, so...!" Kise watched, horrified, as the girl was kicked and flung up against a wall.

The sudden wail of a siren alerted the three of the police's arrival. They restrained the man, forcing him into a police car. The remaining officers requested Kise and (First Name) to go to the station to state what had happened. Kise bent over, looking into the girl's eyes, concerned.

The (hair colored) girl smiled weakly at the blond. "I'll be fine..." she murmured, trying to get up before collapsing again. Kise frowned, before turning back towards the officer.

"Sorry, but I think she's a bit traumatized. Can you let her rest for a day or two?" The police looked dissatisfied for a moment, before deciding that it would be okay. After they left, Kise bent over the girl.

"Hey...are you okay?" He said softly, squatting down besides her. She smiled again, refusing to look at him.

"I'm perfectly fine, Ryouta."