Warning/s: None. Well...fluff, I guess.
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Theme: #002; news, letter
Title: Beginnings
Oishi,
Today, I showed you to do the racket spinny thing I figured out last week. You were so cute trying to spin it! I thought you'd break your racket; you dropped it so many times.
Oishi,
I realized today that I like your determination. I hope I can be like that one day: willing to work so hard with all my strength to accomplish something. I think I admire you a lot, Oishi.
Oishi,
Will you teach me to be like you? I watched you today. You're so calm and mature. I didn't used to like those kinds of people, but if it's you, it's okay.
Oishi,
Even though we're the same age, I look up to you. You're like...my role model. Is that okay, Oishi? Will you be my role model?
Oishi,
Eiji's pen hovered above the lined page.
Today I asked you to be my doubles partner. I was nervous that you'd say no. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep last night. It almost felt like I was asking you on a date! Isn't that weird? But you said yes. I was so happy. Let's work hard together, Oishi! Let's be the best pair ever!
Eiji's cheeks flushed when he realized what he wrote. He quickly inserted the word "doubles" before "pair" and smiled. He folded the letter carefully. Slow, deliberate creases made the paper smaller, more compact. He brought the paper to his face and lightly brushed his lips over it. He wasn't sure why; it had become a ritual.
A desk drawer was opened and the letter was carefully placed on top of the others. This, too, had become a ritual. A nightly revealing to an imaginary confidant. It was more intimate than a journal; it was Oishi he wrote to.
He knew he'd probably never show these to Oishi, but it was okay. The thought was enough.
"Let's be the best doubles pair ever, Oishi," he whispered aloud