Rated G
"Shin-chan! Shin-chan, where are you?"
Takao wandered around the house, their house, as he continued to rub his eyes sleepily. It wasn't so long ago that he woke up to find the next side of the bed empty, and the way if felt cold against his fingers indicated that Midorima must have left some time ago.
'But where did you go?' Takao thought as he made his way to the kitchen in an attempt to wake himself up with a cup of coffee.
As he retrieved his cup, something caught his sharp vision. There was an envelope standing on the counter, which only said "Takao". He opened it without a second thought and the only thing he could do while reading the contents was to let the tears escape the corner of his eyes as his lips curved into a loving smile.
Takao.
Kazunari..
Happy birthday.
You know that I'm not good with words, so I decided to write this note in the words of a person who could. And before you wonder about where I am -though I'm sure you already did- , I went out to retrieve your present and will be home in a couple of hours.
Anyway, you might call me emotionless for using somebody else's words -even if it's a writer's-, but as I said, I'm not good with them. And I thought you deserve good words which express my feelings perfectly even if they were not produced by my own mouth.
"You're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work."
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Happy birthday.
Thank you..for being here..always. Forever.