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Yachi’s knees wobbled. She held the envelope closely to her chest, making sure no one saw what she was carrying. She walked quickly, with a bit of skip in her step. She had to make sure no one saw her do this.
Yachi was going to do it. Yachi was going to confess to Kiyoko.
Ever since she became co-managers with Kiyoko, she had feelings for her. She was just so beautiful and perfect. However, so many other people had feelings for her, that Yachi had no idea how she was going to tell her.
At first, Yachi had no idea what to do about her crush on Kiyoko. Thus, she kept it silent. One day, she decided on telling her, one way or another. Unfortunately, Yachi happened to have the worst possible luck when it came to love. Send her flowers? Forgot to sign her own name. Try to get her alone after class? She always surrounded by a swarm of boys, or girls, depending on the day. Give her some baked goods? A dog eats them on her way to school. At a point she was ready to just give up. She didn’t. Yachi was a determined fellow. She realized she was going to have to just tell her straight to her face. And Yachi realized she couldn’t do that, either. She couldn’t manage to get the words out. Standing next to Kiyoko and all of her glorious beauty, her mind saying, “Look! She’s right there! Tell her! You can tell her now and get it over with!” She tried, oh god did she try, but no, she couldn’t speak the words, “I love you, Shimizu-senpai, please go out with me!” to her face.
So the letter was the only way to go.
The letter was not much, just a couple poetic lines that Yachi tried not to steal from other people. The letter read:
With beauty as far as my eyes can see,
my gaze turns back to only you.
Your kindness fills me with inspiration
Our friendship fills me with determination.
I’ll break down all of the doors,
so that you can be mine and I can be yours!
I love you, Shimizu-senpai! Please go out with me!
Maybe it was a bit cheesy. But it was from the heart.
Yachi prayed that Kiyoko wasn’t going to be surrounded by a bunch of people, as it would make it much easier to give her the letter that way. But even if there was, Yachi would still give it to her! Even if Kiyoko’s fans tried to kill Yachi, she’d get the letter to Kiyoko, one way or another!
Like that American rock song from the 1970’s, thought Yachi.
You can do it, Yachi.
Yachi peered around the corner and saw Kiyoko, standing idly against the wall. Completely alone! Yachi quickly turned around the corner again so Kiyoko couldn’t see her. She look at the small, square, lavender envelope, sealed with a heart sticker in her hands. She took a deep breathe. I can do this , she thought.
She turned back around, letter behind her back.
“Oh, hey, Shimizu-senpai!”
Kiyoko looked up. She saw Yachi and smiled. “Hello, Hitoka-chan.”
Yachi’s heart skipped a beat.
Yachi decided to get straight to the point. Straight, unlike herself.
“I wanted to give something to you, Shimizu-senpai.”
“What is it?”
Yachi didn’t answer. Instead, she took the the letter out from behind her back, held it out, and bowed really low. Part of the bowing was to seem respectful, and another part of the bowing was because she didn’t want Kiyoko to see how red and blushy her face was.
Kiyoko promptly took the letter from Yachi’s hands, a slight look of shock on her face. Yachi stayed in her bowing position, thinking, Oh gosh, she took it, she took the letter!
Yachi looked up at Kiyoko from her bow, who was opening the letter with grace.
Yachi felt her heart speed up. Oh god what has she done Kiyoko is going to be so indifferent and Yachi is going to be so embarrassed their friendship is going to be ruined what if she made the letter too gushy and Kiyoko gets embarrassed what if Kiyoko tells everyone that Yachi’s a lesbian or bisexual or something and then thugs try to beat her up so she flees in her uncle’s pickup truck and gets on a plane without knowing the destination and ends up in Korea oh god Yachi can’t speak Korean what has she done?
Yachi felt her face start to burn. She was afraid to stop bowing. She was ready to apologize, to maybe play it off as a joke. This was definitely a mistake.
Yachi worked up her strength and whipped back up to her regular position, ready to be rejected.
Instead, she saw Kiyoko, gazing at her love letter with pleasant surprise, and a shocked, blushing look on her face.
“Yachi . . . I . . .”
Kiyoko put one hand to her mouth. “I don’t know what to say, Hitoka-chan . . .”
“Y-You don’t have to say anything. I just needed to give that to you! Um . . . goodbye, Shimizu-senpai, good to see you!”
Yachi put one finger in the air and turned away, for she did not have a better way to end the conversation.
She felt Kiyoko catch her hand as she walked away. Yachi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Wait, Hitoka-chan.”
Yachi turned around. Kiyoko’s hand was still wrapped around her wrist.
Kiyoko’s look of blushing shock redirected to the ground. Kiyoko’s free hand went up to her mouth.
“Well, Hitoka-chan, I think you’re very cute, too.”
“Eh?”
“I like you as well.”
Yachi’s heartbeat was beginning to resemble the sound of a horse running in a race.
“Y-You m-mean you-”
Kiyoko let out a soft giggle. “The answer is yes. I will go out with you.”
Yachi tried to say something, but the words couldn’t come out. She felt so stupid, just gaping there like an absolute idiot.
Kiyoko freed Yachi’s wrist. She delicately put her hands around Yachi’s face, leaned down, and kissed her.
Yachi froze.
Kiyoko straightened back up. Yachi was frozen, with her face bright red. Kiyoko grinned.
“See you tomorrow, Hitoka-chan,” Kiyoko said, turning away and heading off, in the little run that Yachi absolutely adored.
Yachi’s face remained with the same expression as she slowly turned the other direction. She walked away.
She ended up in the courtyard, with a seemingly calm expression on her face. As soon as Yachi felt that she was far away from Kiyoko, she looked side to side. There wasn’t anyone around. Yachi’s face broke into a huge smile, and she jumped into the air, ecstatic.
"Yossha!”