Pen Pals || I. Kendo

8

Kendo looked outside, the quiet pitter-patter of the rain was like a lullaby, a trap to get her to sleep. It had been weeks since she had gotten a new letter. She wondered how Y/N was doing and if she was okay.

It has been raining for a while. Maybe the cold weather contributed to the lack of updates. Was Y/N sick? Kendo worriedly sighed.

Soon, a knock on her door caught her attention. Was the mail here?

She opened the door to find a smiling mailman, handing her a bundle of letters. One of the first in the stack was a F/C colored envelope.

"I'm sorry your mail arrived so late, but many people called sick this week," the mailman said.

Kendo's eyes softened in relief. It seems like her pen pal was safe, after all.