𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 / nanami k. ✓

letter to nanami

LETTER TO NANAMI
TWO YEARS LATER

JANUARY 1ST

Ken

I'm alive! Crazy right I've been radio silent for a while. I'm sorry I couldn't send you a letter sooner, but I haven't had time to sit down, never mind get any actual sleep, it's absolute hell. It's New Years''' though, so they let me take the day off.

There's so much to tell you, I learned a lot.

But I would be lying saying there wasn't a moment I regret ever agreeing to this wackos training. But they always give me the option to give up, to throw the towel in.

Then I remember our little future retirement home in Malaysia with our grandkids running around in our backyard and your unfinished book list sitting on the little table beside our bed and I get right back up.

It's so hard on my body, but every bit of sweat is worth it if it means living our dream together.

(I've got abs just like you now, I'll let you touch them if you ask nicely)

You're probably reading this, wishing you never let me go. But it's okay, I promise, It's better. Better than working that 9-5 job like a robot, even though I do miss your cooking. Eating nothing but rice and water is humbling, though a little meat once in a while would be pleasant.

Gojo drops in every couple of months so I get your gifts. How did you know I liked stars so much?

He never stays for long though, so I never get to ask him about you.

You know sometimes I lay down after a long day, and think about how much I love you.

Do you do that?

I say that you are my only beloved, but that would be a stretch. I love my mom, my sister, and my father, I love Gojo, and the girl I'm neighbors with.

Really, I love the world. It is all very dear to me. That's why I'm willing to go through so much. Maybe I can make you love the world as much as I do.

My sister's last letter to me was probably why I like stars so much. She'd talk on and on about her project. Months on end, it must have been important to her, before she died. It was something about a Star Plasma vessel or something.

I used to think it was for a philosophy or astronomy class at her smart kid, private school the way she'd talk about how lonely a star could be. All alone and bright it felt like she was talking about a little girl, and I could see myself as that little star.

Millions and millions of light-years away from the other stars, floating through space aimlessly. That's why I always take things in twos, the thought of being alone again is what scared me the most. When my sister died I thought it was the end for me.

The end of me.

I bought all those stars to keep my company, to build my own little galaxy so I could fill in the space she left behind. Sometimes I was jealous, bitter even, maybe she was the lucky one since she had mom to keep her company in the afterlife.

But, my dearest beloved, I realized. I'm not a star, I do not shine alone. I am my own dependent little world.

You, Kento, are the star, you are the sun and you are the universe around me. You are the mornings I wake up to and the nights I lay beside.

And maybe, I'd like to think, I am your star, your universe, and your sky.

And even if I'm not around, life will go on, the world will keep spinning. Because even the smallest, little girl knows, even if the sun sets once, it'll always come back a hundred more times.

And that's a promise.

Your sun, your moon, and your stars,
Y/N L/N.