To my dearest, Katsuki,
As I sit here with the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily upon my chest, I find my fingers trembling over the page. It feels almost surreal that I'm writing this to you, my fiercest rival, my enemy in countless fights. Yet, beneath the surface of our battles, there has long been something unspoken—a truth that must finally be released.
I never wanted to feel this way about you. I never wanted you to mean anything more to me than a name to spit in frustration, a face to challenge at every corner. But life, in all its unpredictable wonder, has a cruel sense of irony. The more I clamored to dismiss you as nothing but an obstacle, the more I found myself captivated by the very essence of who you are.
With each confrontational exchange, you burned into my consciousness—a flame I couldn't extinguish. The passion in your words, the fire in your determination—it mesmerized me. I could have easily loathed you, and perhaps I did. Yet, even as I seethed in anger, a part of me admired your strength, your resolve. You were a force I could never forget, no matter how fervently I tried to erase your existence from my heart.
As I sit here in this dim room, surrounded by the silence that thickens as time slips away, my heart clutches at the whisper of a simple truth: I am deeply, irrevocably in love with you. How could I reconcile this reality? How could I find peace in this desperate confession, knowing that we've fought and hurt each other for so long? You, the very person who made my heart race—not in the thrill of competition, but in the vulnerability of hope.
I wish I could have shared this with you under different circumstances, in the light of day when the weight of the world didn't feel so crushing. In another life, perhaps, we would have found each other without the barriers of hostility, without the labels of enemy forged through misunderstandings and pride. But this is our reality, and I am trapped within its bitter constraints.
I know I may never have the chance to see the surprise, the disbelief, or perhaps even the warmth that this confession might evoke in your eyes. I write this letter knowing I may never deliver it, but my heart could no longer bear the burden of silence. I wanted you to know that beneath the service of our animosity, I cherished a love that bloomed against all odds—a love that blossomed in the shadows, silent and yearning.
If I could have one wish before I leave this world, it would be for you to know that my feelings were genuine and profound. I hope you find joy and love, even if it cannot be with me. There is beauty in this moment, a bittersweet chance to express what my heart has long held captive. You deserve to be known—not as my enemy, but as the person I loved in secret.
Please forgive me for the pain I may have caused you, and I hope you carry a piece of my truth with you. Remember me not with bitterness but with understanding, the acknowledgment that we were two souls far too proud to reach across the divide.
With all my love,
Tana Hotaru
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To my dearest, Katsuki
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