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~ CHER, MON LIVRE PRÉCIEUX, ~
Earlier this year, I’ve met this wonderful artist by the name of Mr. Hifumi Yamada. At the start of the school year, the both of us did not get to meet up with one another due to us being in separate classes, but every now and then, we chatted inside the cafeteria of the academy while everyone else ate food. He was…incredibly nerdy to say the least; with the latest anime news this, and latest video games news that. It almost started to sound like German to me; but eventually, I figured out how he…works.
During Spring, after school, he always wanted to hang out with me inside one of the classrooms with the topics always being centered around really nerdy things like “Mario”, “Pokemon” and… this one anime that he’s insanely obsessed with, “Demon Angel☆Pretty Pudgy Princess” (You always have to draw the star he said.) and that’s when I knew something. He doesn’t think of other people when he talks and he blurts out a lot. Naturally, I got to find out about how this one cartoon saved his life. Yamada was bullied, mostly due to his appearance which… I can relate, despite being the successor to my parents cooking, no one batted an eye when talking about my brother and sister, and some people even though I was adopted before I went to Hope’s Peak, so I get it. But, he really had it rough, no one around him, his sister being his sole human interaction besides color vomit; and to see something so magical, so inspiring, so….uplifting like a cartoon about some fat princess.
It makes me laugh.
Really though, I’m glad he decided to become a uh… what did he say? Oh yeah, Fanfic Creator. Not the most respectable talent out there, but not like anyone else can judge. Anyways, we actually started to talk with one another, and he even wanted to try out cooking with me, Teruteru Hanamura, The Ultimate Chef!
Well, how could I say no to a cutie friend like him? I should’ve honestly. It was a disaster, using the wrong ingredients, nearly catching the kitchen on fire on numerous occasions and always asking for my help (the last one isn’t a bad thing, I actually liked helping the tall, handsome hamster man out.)
So, when that didn’t work, I tried to make it up to him and tried watching a couple of anime shows with Yamada. Is it bad that I fell asleep in his arms after the first five episodes? He didn’t mind actually as he got to re-watch some of his favourites shows with me in his arms.
Wait.
OH MY GOD, HE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW!!! DOES HE—
DOES HE LIKE ME!?!?
I MEAN, I LIKE HIM TOO!!! WAIT, SHIT!!! WHY DID I USE A PEN TO WRITE THIS!?!?!?
Sorry, mon livre. I hope I didn’t mess you up too badly.
But, maybe he does like me, and I like—No. I love him. I love him more than I can count to ten thousand,; I love him so much that I’d be willing to watch all the anime in the world just to be near him. I love him so much, Il me fait crier en français.
But, how should I tell him? With a meal? A cake that says “Je t’aime”!? What, Teruteru, What!?
I’ll have to think about it and write it back here once it happens.
Au Revoir, mon livre chermant.
~ De, M. Teruteru Hanamura ♥