To you, with love - Pikase

Dearest Utatane,

"Dearest Utatane,

That just might have been the gayest thing I've wrote in my short life span, but keep with me because it's about to get a whole lot gayer. I'm not real good with this word stuff, consider me very inexperienced with most things in life. I am so inexperienced that I don't even know how to properly approach you, which is why you're receiving this letter.

My name is Fukase—

You already know that. Ignore that. This is my last sheet of paper. I've written this out a million times in my mind and maybe about ten times in actuality. Needless to say, I don't have a notebook that isn't filled with cheat codes and song lyrics— but I guess I just said it right now.

Alright. Let's get serious.

Piko,- I can call you Piko, right? We aren't close and I don't know how strict you are with formalities so if you don't like it, I won't-.

I can't say I've seen much in life, given how short it's been, but I've seen enough to know that you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. You're a mysterious, deep voiced angel that I can't get off my mind. Your looks are definitely deceiving, but that just might be what makes you so alluring. Not including what I've been able to witness of your personality. Seeing you smack Len aside the head adds five years to my life each and every time.

Every time you step into my line of sight I feel like my heart just might explode. I have a feeling that's so over said but I'm not sure how else to put it. Just being in your presence is enough to make me feel like I'm on cloud nine.

I hope you don't think I'm strange for writing this since we've barely spoke more than five words to each other, but if I had to tell this to you in person I don't think I would survive. I've never been one to cave to the whim of stage fright, but you leave me speechless and scared that I might say something wrong.

One day, if I don't completely creep you out, I will. I'll man up and find a way to put my thoughts and feelings into proper words. You don't deserve this letter. You deserve direct honesty, face to face.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I'm sorry it's such a rambling mess. The first few times I tried to make it sound poetic and romantic but I'm neither a poet nor the romantic type, I think. Though, I'd love the chance at trying to romance you. I don't even know if you're gay or what, I'm just going for it.

I'm a little guy.
I'm not much.
I've got a weird sense of humor and a terrible diet with a gut to match, but if you're willing, I'd love to be yours.

I'll end this now so I don't completely word vomit you to death.

Your friendly neighborhood fried chicken,
Fukase."