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It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Yuugi to wake up to a new note on his desk, and he had, in fact, gotten used to checking every morning. It became a part of his routine, a welcome distraction from the painful monotony that was his life. Normally, it would be a reminder on what was going on that day, or a request for time out.
Not this time.
This time, it seemed that the spirit had gotten tired of Yuugi’s constant gushing about his crush, and wrote a letter to Yuugi about it. (Yuugi had been wondering why he’d fallen asleep so fast last night. Now he knew.)
Yuugi,
GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS!!!! JUST TALK TO HIM!!!! WRITE HIM A LETTER OR SOMETHING!!! I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU DO, JUST TELL HIM ALREADY!!! I SWEAR, WATCHING YOU TWO DANCE AROUND EACH OTHER IS LIKE HAVING MY FUCKING TEETH REMOVED WITHOUT NOVACAINE!!!!
Seriously though, if you don’t tell him, I will. I’m not gonna like take over or anything, but if you’re still too chickenshit in a week to tell him, next time I’m out I’m calling him up.
You’ve been warned.
Yuugi went to school resembling a bruised tomato that day. He just couldn’t get the dread out of his head about Ba- Ryou having to hear about his feelings from the Other Yuugi.
One way or another, it seemed like he was confessing this week.