[ADEUYUU FANFIC] How To Get The Boy: A Guide By Yuu & Ace

Atrociously Pink Mailbox

What's that one really inspirational poster back on Earth? A 1940s woman flexing with the words 'We Can Do It!' sprawled across the thing. Really inspirational stuff, truly makes you 'believe in yourself'. Except for the part where Yuu doesn't believe in themself, and is now internally screaming at what a stupid idea this is. Posters don't work most of the time, unfortunately. 

Yuu looked at the envelope in their hand, now crumpled from the sheer amount of times they'd rubbed their hand against the yellowed-out paper.  

Standing in front of a ridiculously pink mailbox, Yuu watched as the envelope fluctuated between entering and exiting the metal cover, brown eyes scanning the letter as they flipped it back and forth, trying to make sure that absolutely no trace of the sender could be found.  

It was approximately T-minus seven days to Valentine's, and Yuu's dearest senpai, Cater had gone off and announced that he would be opening an anonymous confession box throughout the week leading to Valentine's, with a little nudge and wink added when he did announce it.  

"It wasn't as if it was strictly for romantic purposes," Yuu's brain supplied. After all, Cater-senpai himself had told everyone it was also fine to put in purely platonic confessions inside, or even just… normal confessions, no that’s not the problem. 

Yuu glared at the neatly sealed envelope in their hand. 

The problem lies in the contents of the letter.  

A three-letter word, addressed to a certain bright, idiotic, lovable blue-haired boy.  

Dear Deuce Spade: I love you.  

Simple, short, and concise, bam, right at your face bluntness, straight to the point, yet also vague enough to make the idiot think that it might be platonic. But then again, Deuce's just dense, not a five-year-old.  

Which then leads to them thinking "I can't do this. He'll hate me, and we won't be friends anymore, and it'll all be my fault." 

Ah, love. Teenagers' mortal nemesis. You'd think that in a school where kids literally get possessed by blobs of ink, and a student turning into a wolf is normal, love would not be such a dramatic problem. Unfortunately, as Yuu had noticed beforehand, this universe hates them. A lot. 

"I could always help you find out who the sender is, with a price of course~" ringed the voice of one Azul Ashengrotto, and Yuu once again shivered at the offer. 

The more Yuu thought about it, the more creases get added to the letter. At this point, they should just go back to Ramshackle dorm, and rewrite it. Which actually, now that they think about it, is a superb idea. They still have time before Valentine's Day. They'll just go home first, maybe rewrite some words here and there, and even if Yuu missed sending the letter, no one would miss it. 

"YUU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" A soft, tiny body crashed onto Yuu's back at full speed, launching them forward.  

Several things happened in succession:  

One, time moved in slow motion. Every movement was blurred to the teen, their hands and arms seemingly placed behind some sort of screen filter and blurred with every passing movement. 

Two, their body was pushed forward thanks to the impact, and towards a very much hard and metal mailbox, with no prior protection whatsoever. 

Three, their hand is getting very close to the flap on the mailbox. A hand in which the dreaded letter sits prettily, simply begging to be inserted into the offensively pink mailbox.  

Four, Yuu is going to have to make a decision. Spend the rest of the week leading to Valentine's with a bruise on their cheek or something worse because of this damned mailbox, or sacrifice an arm to the cursed pink being to keep them standing straight.