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To be honest, Noya got the idea from a shojo manga. What is the idea, exactly? To write love letters to his crush. And just who is he crushing on? His best friend Asahi.

Dear Asahi,

You're cuter than Kiyoko!

He feels like he is messing up on his letter already. Who begins a love letter by comparing them to someone else? With a sigh, Noya rolls the paper into a ball, and throws it at the trash can on the other side of his room. He misses. Deciding to just pick it up later, Noya rips another piece of paper out of his notebook and tries to write a better letter.

Dear Asahi,

If you were a booger, I'd pick you first.

GAH! That's funny but also gross! With a sentence like that, he might scare the fragile Asahi way. Like with the first, Noya rolls the paper into a ball. This time, he screams "ROLLING THUNDER TOSS," before throwing the paper at the trash can on the other side of his room. Much to his annoyance, he misses by a few centimeters. With a hiss, he once again rips another piece of paper out of his notebook. He writes, Dear Asahi, but then hesitates.

He knows that letters should be heartfelt... That they should be filled with flowery language. But Noya can't write like that. Hell, he can barely even write. But he can draw. He can draw and put captions under the pictures.

It takes him hours.

Hours that feel like years...

By the end, he is tired. He is tired yet proud. My love letter... It's the best in love letter history!

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Asahi is surprised to find a letter in his shoe locker. He is equally surprised to find that the letter is written in Noya's messy handwriting. Handwriting that is amusing to look at, but impossible to read.

And the pictures aren't any better...

He can tell that some of the drawings are of people... But one of the drawings looks like a porcupine... And for the rest of the drawings, just look like scribbles. "Sorry Noya," Asahi says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, "I can't read any of this... Could you read it for me?"

With a faint blush upon his cheeks, Noya takes the letter from Asahi. "Dear Asahi," he reads.

That's it.

He can't read the rest of it.

HE CAN'T READ HIS OWN HANDWRITING.

"Forget it," Noya mutters, crumpling up the letter and throwing it at a nearby trash can, using little effort. It goes in. "FINALLY," he shouts, surprising Asahi, "something today has gone the right way!"

/Inspired by my own horrid handwriting... One of the tag challenges I got tagged in asks what my handwriting is like. It's awful. You don't want to see it. It would make you cry./