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Dear Tsubaki,
Merry Christmas! I hope you had a nice holiday. Please give your parents my best—I’m forever grateful for the time I spent at your place and all the guidance you gave me, and their hospitality was greatly appreciated.
I’m writing you because Kirishima continues to be a fucking menace and he’s got my phone bugged again but for some reason he doesn’t open my mail—something about tampering with it being a crime or something. Anyway, I don’t know who gave him the book about Christmas traditions around the world, but he somehow got his hands on one and when I saw him reading it on the train on the way to school yesterday I should have ripped it out of his hands and thrown it out the window.
I guess I should be grateful, on one hand, because it got him off the subject of our first Christmas together as a couple. I remember you said something about how couples go to hotels and have sex on Christmas or Christmas Eve or whatever, and we all know that ain’t happening yet because Gramps and Hotei-san would murder Kirishima with their bare hands, so I figured I was off the hook there. I thought we’d probably do something simple instead, maybe a little romantic because you know how he is—just go out to dinner, maybe see some Christmas lights downtown or go shopping and exchange gifts or whatever and be done with it.
This fucking guy. He read this damn book and he still has those fucking lock picks, Tsubaki, I’m telling you I’m going to murder him with my bare hands.
When I got home, there was a huge freakin’ matsu in the corner of the washitsu and it was covered in donuts. I’m not shitting you. I told him I liked sweets and he decided donuts would make great ornaments or something? I don’t fucking know what to do with this tree. The donuts look good, but I can’t eat ‘em all and the tree is creepin’ me out. I guess it was kinda nice of him, but I told him to get rid of it. He looked real sad so I just let it be.
I ended up giving the donuts to the guys, and that one I told you about who does all the cooking—Inamori-san—asked for the recipe. Inamori-san is real nice. I’ll introduce you when you come to visit. I think you’d like him.
All my love,
Yoshino