you’re always so sweet to me, tsurugi. it makes me feel warm. i love everything about you so much that i just sound crazy at this point. i adore the thoughtful and confused but flustered expression you make when you read the ‘mysterious’ kind but anonymous notes that keep appearing on your desk. it’s very endearing how dense you are at times. i couldn’t make it anymore obvious that i’m the one leaving them if i tried, but you still can’t seem to piece that together yet.
i adore your little mannerisms while you work, the way you huff at every mild annoyance, the way you work like a dog day in and day out for this cause you care so deeply about. i love the way you smell, i love your pretty eyes—
— and i adore your soft and slightly grumpy resting face. when you doze off while working overtime, i let you sleep because i know you need and deserve the rest you stubbornly deprive yourself of. (i seriously hope you’re starting to figure out who i am, because i’m the only one around here crazy enough to work as much overtime as you do!)
i love the way you try to hide how much of a sweet tooth you have from the rest of the office, the way you sheepishly take the coffee i grab for you because you know i put in just the right amount of cream, and the face you make when you’re savoring something.
tsuru, you mean so much to me that it’s hard to express. i just wish i had the confidence to say all of this to your face. you deserve more than these corny, anonymous letters.
This is.. Scarily sweet. How does one even react to such an.. in depth.. note like this.. i.. appreciate the.. thoughtfulness?
..You.. really think this? All of it?
This is a lot to take in all at once.. you know?
Ah.. im sorry... yuki. I think I need to sit and think on this. This feels.. very sudden..
OOC// these gays deserve no happiness...
