rui kamishiro writes letters and essays for his classmates, letters usually for apologies or love. he's used to seeing other people's feelings bloom and mature afterwards, he never found himself in a situation where he'd be sitting besides nene kusa...
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what is love? why're we expected to fall in love in order to live a happy life? if love is found, how long will it last? how do you keep love? when someone is in love they have to have someone in their heart, someone who's important and special to them. their other half. how do they know this person is the one? if this person turns out to be the complete opposite of what they fell in love with does it just fade away? stay in love with the person they thought they were?
rui taps his pen lightly, scratching his pen on the paper yet no ink came out. just dry sounds of the pen hitting the desk with the paper altering the sound. he huffs, trashing his pen and pulling out another, he looks toward the love letter beside him, written by a classmate to their person. he's just altering it to be romantic? he doesn't know what he's doing, he doesn't understand but with the help of the corny words he reads every once in a while he should be fine right?
he finishes the letter and signs it off for his classmate, grabbing every essay and homework assignment sitting in a pile, signing those off with the classmates that asked for his help. he lets out a sigh, yawns and stretches his arms out looking out the window soon after. seeing how the sun was setting, the sky showing beautiful hues of pink and blue, the clouds slightly parting away as the sun set. left alone with his thoughts, he felt suffocated.
after a long day of giving assignments to his classmates he finally reached the letter, "read it and tell me if it's good enough. that's 30."
he turns around, his heels hitting the floor with light taps rings into his ears and he turns the corner, bumping into a girl who lets out a huff. she looks at him frantically, the expression disappears as she makes eye contact with him, a small smile rising as she calls out for him.
"i need a love letter."
that's all that comes out of her mouth, he raises a brow, "you're nene kusanagi, why do you of all people need this?"
she blinks slowly, lips parting as if to speak but no words come out. nene watches as the taller boy turns toward the side to walk away, abruptly grabbing his wrist, she looks at him with a panicked look, "i don't know what words to use. i'm not good with them..."
he doesn't say anything, he leans on a locker and looks at the girl. "i... it's for tsukasa tenma, i know i already sort of know him but..."
"you don't need my help."
he walks away, gripping the strap of his book bag and huffing. even though he writes these letters he doesn't think he can take anymore, he grows frustrated with every letter he writes. it's confusing to write about something you have no knowledge in, he just can't understand it.
she runs toward him, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him toward her. it's scary how strong she is, "i'll pay double for this letter. i want you to write it for me. please."
