✨10,000 Little Love Letters✨ ~soulmate amaguji~

~rantaro amami despises mornings~

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rantaro amami was awake, much to his chagrin.

though, a letter from the supposed "love of his life" was a nice way to wake up.

he stretches, brushing fluffy and unkempt green hair from his eyes. this morning started a bit earlier than it usually did, but school had started up again. rantaro debates skipping his classes, but the new letter that laid unread by his bedside table proves to be a reminder to continue going to class.

maybe, just maybe, he'll find the right person.

it was silly, the green-haired boy never considered himself romantic in any sense. he used to stuff away the letters in crevices of his room, confused and annoyed that he even had a soulmate. that the boyfriends he used to have weren't his soulmates, that he hadn't even met them. that he may never find them.

however, time went by, and he could find himself falling deeper and deeper in love. writing letters as often as he could, putting them in an important box to reread when they couldn't talk together at that moment, spending hours dreaming... it was uncalled for.

rantaro slips on an oversized band shirt, tucking it into a pair of jeans and tossing a large jacket over it. he puts on large boots, decorating the rest of the outfit with a variety of jewels and accessories. ridiculous, but nice enough to look cool. the boots clink softly against the hardwood floor, making their way over to the windowsill where a small paper envelope rests. the boy runs a ringed finger over the paper, admiring the delicacy of the packaging; taking a small mental note of the wax stamp that's placed in the middle of the envelope flap to make it appear more official. 

he opens it, reading over the note.

a small symphony of giggles mixed with paper crinkling and moving fills the room, rantaro almost immediately starting to write as he sets the letter gently down by his desk.

"hey!"

nowhere near as official as his soulmate.

"i got your letter! yea, i'm starting school today. in case you couldn't tell by how early i woke up today, robbed of my slumber once again. i kinda fucking despise mornings."

he clinks the pen against the table, clicking his tongue.

was fuck too rude for someone this formal? rantaro sighs, scribbling it out.

"whoops. don't mind that. you sound like a librarian, i feel bad for saying fuck--"

he crosses it out.

"...for cursing in front of you. maybe you are a librarian, that would be cool! the environment of libraries are nice. the only sound of pages flipping, pen against paper, the smell of old books and covers. and... if you were actually a librarian, you'd be mad that i'm talking so much lol."

the clock ticks away, sunlight creeping more and more onto the floor of rantaro amami's bedroom. soft bustling of his sisters as they start to wake up and get ready.

"these are kind of like love letters, actually! isn't that so romantic? not that i'd quite know anything about romance... but i'd say that these are really sweet! that might just be me... who knows. maybe i'll surprise you with a romantic letter one day!"

"romantic, hm?" rantaro whispers, chuckling softly and picking up the pen again.

"xoxo, soulmate."

the boy giggles, putting it away for his soulmate in a small box. he eagerly waits for the small chime, a little message telling him that he can stop worrying. that his soulmate is reading his message.

...

............

delivered.

a soft sigh leaves his lips, laying on top of the messy, undone bed. ignored knocks from the other side of the door. spots and chores around the room that haven't been finished taunt him as silence fills the air.

"...left on delivered, hm?"

rantaro amami frowns, grabbing his bag and leaving the room, going downstairs to meet his sisters.

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