The Love Letter. {Complete}

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The next day.

"What time is it?" She asked her voice heavy with exhaustion "It's half 9. We've been studying since seven" Shoji replied, closing his book "We should stop, I'll see you tomo-" He cut himself off. The poor dear had fallen asleep, hair sprawled everywhere in every direction away from her head.

He couldn't blame her though, she had been studying and training the entire day relentlessly. She had been lacking marks in the last tests and was determined to make up for it this time, he was just happy she chose him to train and study with.

...

He shouldn't do this It's just a date.

He snaked some of his arms under her torso which leaned against his desk, carefully maneuvering her into the skin between his arms, cradling her as she snuggled into his chest more, a small noise of content escaping her lips as she slept, her hair falling into her face, then ever so carefully placed her on his bed.

He shouldn't do this.

He tentatively got up and walked over to the lights, switching them off before turning back to her.

He shouldn't do this.

He knew his way back to the bed, the flash of her phone as a text rang out shed some light in the room, probably from Mina. He turned it over so it wouldn't bother her anymore, and he sulked closer, closer, and closer still, kneeling down to her in the bed he...

Laid Down. Shoji pulled the covers over them and nestled into sleep for the night, his arms draped over her for extra warmth. He just laid there, looking at every outline of her face, memorizing every freckle, every scar, and imperfection that made her so impossibly her.

He shouldn't be this selfish. Not when it came to her. What would she think?

He could pretend as much as he wanted that his mood didn't soar when he saw her, he could act like her laughter wasn't his favorite sound, he could pretend her breathtaking smile hadn't rendered him speechless, he could pretend there weren't any butterflies in his stomach when she called his name, he could pretend like her touch didn't set fires inside him

He thought to himself 'I shouldn't like her, she- she's so much better than me..'

Shoji could pretend and act and deny all he wanted that he wasn't in love with her, but when he saw he could have a moment with her. Where he could indulge in his feelings for her for just one, single moment where he could pretend that he was truly worthy of her love.

He'd savor this moment, burn it into the depths of his mind, he'd remember the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin, the sound of her breath. He'd remember this single moment where he could fool himself into believing it was just them, where he would be worthy 

of her and her love. He kept thinking to himself, thou the other day she said he was enough. He couldn't believe it but, He'd allow himself just this moment.

He debated for a minute if he should or not. But he decided if this was the moment that would satiate him for the rest of his life, he would have to grant himself just a little more. He pulled down his mask just a little, before leaning in and softly kissing her lips, letting them linger so he could remember the feeling of them against his before pulling away, 

"I love you"

He whispered, before closing his eyes, ready to succumb to sleep. But of all the many eyes and ears Mezo Shoji could have, he never saw the pink blush appear on her cheeks and the tiny