[ He's not expecting any replies really—though after Nazuna's cute video of Tsuchin chomping down on his cookies, he really shouldn't be surprised... but he's pleased, stomach fluttering and chest aching a little as he reads.
Good, she liked the letter. Good, she liked the cookies. Good, Polaris is soooo cute ♪
i have more to say nets him a sinking feeling in his stomach, and one that only grows the longer he watches her text box "..." on. The smile wanes, fingers drumming on his forgotten homework, and he almost, almost doesn't want to read whatever she sends—
but then it's there, and he can't help it. It isn't anything bad—it's a sweet message, full of sweet sentiments, so quintessential to the Anya he's come to know and become so fond of over the past couple of months. Tsukasa reads the words once. Twice. Three times, and he presses his smile into the back of his hand. All of that is stuff he should be thanking her for—she's the star here. Far off and pretty, but—
no. That's not fair to think, not when she's asserted she wants to be here with everyone (and him). Something a little closer to home... Just Anya, maybe. Warm, soft, wonderful Anya. Gracious and kind, who dresses herself in a smile, who can look unsure and who retreats just like any other person might.
He won't keep her waiting much longer; that wouldn't do. ]
I'm glad you liked them! And that Polaris-tan did too. ☆ Please pet your kitty for me.
[ ...that can't be all he sends. Tsukasa thumbs back up, reading the words again, and starts another reply; he, too has tell-tale ". . ." to show his... typing, but more accurately his pausing and retyping after every other line. It isn't fair to her if he likes her and she doesn't like him the same way, and she doesn't; he can't come on too strongly, because he doesn't want her to be upset. He doesn't want to be upset either, but thinking about Anya being torn just because of some stupid crush he hasn't managed to shake, some dumb teenage infatuation that's lasted through Hell and back... ]
Don't worry, Anya. They reached. Where do I begin...?
I'm happy that I can make you happy just like this. I think I'd still like to get a little better, though. I'd like to become someone who can confidently stand beside you, wherever you might be ☆ And you're welcome, though I don't really need to be thanked for talking to you or being your friend... I feel really lucky being able to do those things. It's been exciting, hanging out with people my own age!! My neighborhood has a lot of old people (grandparents), and they're really nice? But it's been a lot more fun with you and everyone else.
I'm glad you're here, too, and not an angel. I said I used to think you were like that anyway~! You've really proved that you're way more mischievous than an actual one. No real angel would ever tease people after all. That's something you and Hinata have in common ☆ (I don't mind it, before you get worried. It's kind of a nice reminder that we're friends.)
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Good, she liked the letter. Good, she liked the cookies. Good, Polaris is soooo cute ♪
i have more to say nets him a sinking feeling in his stomach, and one that only grows the longer he watches her text box "..." on. The smile wanes, fingers drumming on his forgotten homework, and he almost, almost doesn't want to read whatever she sends—
but then it's there, and he can't help it. It isn't anything bad—it's a sweet message, full of sweet sentiments, so quintessential to the Anya he's come to know and become so fond of over the past couple of months. Tsukasa reads the words once. Twice. Three times, and he presses his smile into the back of his hand. All of that is stuff he should be thanking her for—she's the star here. Far off and pretty, but—
no. That's not fair to think, not when she's asserted she wants to be here with everyone (and him). Something a little closer to home... Just Anya, maybe. Warm, soft, wonderful Anya. Gracious and kind, who dresses herself in a smile, who can look unsure and who retreats just like any other person might.
He won't keep her waiting much longer; that wouldn't do. ]
I'm glad you liked them! And that Polaris-tan did too. ☆
Please pet your kitty for me.
[ ...that can't be all he sends. Tsukasa thumbs back up, reading the words again, and starts another reply; he, too has tell-tale ". . ." to show his... typing, but more accurately his pausing and retyping after every other line. It isn't fair to her if he likes her and she doesn't like him the same way, and she doesn't; he can't come on too strongly, because he doesn't want her to be upset. He doesn't want to be upset either, but thinking about Anya being torn just because of some stupid crush he hasn't managed to shake, some dumb teenage infatuation that's lasted through Hell and back... ]
Don't worry, Anya.
They reached.
Where do I begin...?
I'm happy that I can make you happy just like this. I think I'd still like to get a little better, though.
I'd like to become someone who can confidently stand beside you, wherever you might be ☆
And you're welcome, though I don't really need to be thanked for talking to you or being your friend...
I feel really lucky being able to do those things.
It's been exciting, hanging out with people my own age!! My neighborhood has a lot of old people (grandparents), and they're really nice?
But it's been a lot more fun with you and everyone else.
I'm glad you're here, too, and not an angel.
I said I used to think you were like that anyway~! You've really proved that you're way more mischievous than an actual one.
No real angel would ever tease people after all. That's something you and Hinata have in common ☆
(I don't mind it, before you get worried. It's kind of a nice reminder that we're friends.)