Dearest Miku Hatsune,

I know that love letters are outdated now, perhaps nobody does them anymore. But well, I still do. Guess they are right – that love makes us do something stupid.

I really don't know how what to say here, but of course it is supposed to be a confession. You know, maybe I should start on how I fell in love with you. You spilled coffee on me on the first day of school, remember? You were cool and collected all the time, you did not even apologize when you spilled the coffee on me. When I told you that an apology was all I needed—I'm being cocky that time, but it didn't work on you—you answered, "The damage has been done, a sorry can't change anything." I was late in my first class because you offered to buy me a change of clothes. You even walked me to my class, saying that you would explain everything to my teacher. I had no clue you were the SC president. Beginning that day, I watched you and admired you from afar.

You didn't ask for my name. Whenever we would meet anywhere in the class, you would only nod at me. No smile, no 'hey' or whatever. You ignored my existence and you made me feel so worthless. It hurt my soul to see that the girl I like could only give me a nod whenever we would meet in the hallway. You treated me like a ghost, while you were someone who didn't have ESP or third-eye. I was about to give up that time. All I wanted was to befriend you, and yet like a star light-years away, you were out of my reach. However, everything changed when you found me in the same cafe. We weren't friends or anything but you sat opposite to me and started to talk about the projects SC proposed. I told you my speculations; I spoke what most of the students would probably think of your projects. One meeting was followed by another—until we spent weekends together, discussing ideas for various events.

It was Valentine's Day when a random question slipped out of my tongue. "Have you been in love before, Miss President?" You shook your head no. Love was something that would inconvenience you, you said. Maybe if you would give it a shot—if you'd give me a chance, I'll try proving you wrong. "Then say, Miss President. Hypothetically speaking, do you like me?" I would never forget the pondering look on your face after I asked, and god, I had seen that expression on you before but never this pretty. Your cheeks were pink and it made me proud that I was able to make you blush. I wanted you to be that pink rose I would greet first in the morning, but I wouldn't put you on my nightstand. I would lay you next to me.

"Maybe," was all you said, but it was enough to make me feel like I am in cloud nine.

I could not pretend to be a good friend anymore. I think I am smitten and you are to be blamed, so please take responsibility—no, that's asking too much. You make my heart race and my pupils dilate (Meito told me that whenever you were around, that my pupils dilate). The sweaty palms I got whenever you would sit close to me, and the crazy churning in my stomach when you would smile... I never thought that someone could make me feel sick like this. Loving someone feels like having cholera. I love you but not the way Romeo loved Juliet. They were fools, we were not. I love you because...I love you.

This is really embarrassing but...will you go out with me?

Your...friend,

Len K.

request: now i wanna read that love letter. i wanna know what cheesy stuff was written there owo

a/n. Not exactly as cheesy as Miku said but—what the butt is cheesy for a dedicated SC Pres Miku? It was Len's thoughts of her that made her think 'twas cheesy. SORRY, never tried writing a love letter for someone before (agrees with miku that love is pretty inconvenient. Let's go platonic.)