You always loved writing letters, ever since you were a kid. It's like your talent, but no, its just your hobby.
"Hey, Y/N, what're you writing?"
"E-Eh?"
You stuttered, dropping your letters for Bokuto, you quickly ran away from him with a red face while screaming.
"I was just gonna look at what she's writing and give her some brownies, what did I even do..." Bokuto pouted, looking at the letters you dropped on one of the benches.
That was a few days ago, you quickly rushed to the gym with your fellow managers, Kaori and Yukie.
"Kaori-chan, don't you think Y/N's always nervous lately?" Yukie stammered, with her classic sleepy voice. "E-Eh?! I-I'm not, I-Its just chilly here, t-t-thats all." You admitted, looking at the two.
"Y/N-chan, it's the middle of spring, its hot as ever!" Kaori muttered, patting your shaking shoulder. "Who're you writing that for, Y/N-chan?" Yukie muttered while Kaori looks at you sternly.
"P-P-Please don't t-tell anyone, okay? I-I-I really like Bokuto-san and I-I-I can help but make letters for him!" You admitted, looking at the two girls who were walking with you.
"Y/N-chan, you should tell Bokuto that you-"
"What should Y/N tell me?" Bokuto interrupted, looking at you three, making Suzumeda and Shirofuku giggle with delight.
"U-Uhm, t-t-the cherry blossom t-t-trees are- U-U-UHM, I HAVE TO GO NOW, B-B-BYE!" The lass ran to the nearest secluded area, clutching her t-shirt hardly as her the rose tint on her cheeks faded away.
The h/c ette kept avoiding Bokuto, but finally, you had the courage to confess, but you kept shaking each time you come near him.
Instead, on that afternoon, Bokuto tapped your shoulder, looking at you, assuming he was mad. You quickly dropped your bag, looking at him, shakingly.
"Y/N, please stop avoiding me like I'm the plague. I already know!"
"W-What? O-O-Oh, gosh, I think I'm going to f-f-f-fai-"
"It means I like you back Y/N-chan." Bokuto uttered, making your heart leap for joy. "Also, your letters always make me happy! Please make more of them, okay?" Bokuto muttered before kissing you and giving you a piggy back ride home.
You were going to give him a lot more letters.
You'll gladly make 400 of them.
