Hm.

[hyotei_soul]

I have...nothing to say. And yet, somehow, everything that's swirling around in my head is dancing on the tip of my tongue (or the tips of my fingers in this case?) that if I spend one more second thinking about it, it'll all come out in one big, jumbled, nonsensical mess

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[hyotei_pride]

... Hi, Choutarou.

High school is.. remarkably similar to Junior High. Pretty lame really.

Their tennis team sucks, but that's gonna change soon. Atobe and the rest will make sure of that, I guess.

And I love you.

And I'm playing singles until you get your ass here.

God, can I come over to see you?

[hyotei_soul]

Hi.

Is it? I still wish I was there, though. Lame or not.

Eh. I'm sure Atobe will make it great in time.

I love you too.

Still contemplating if it's possible to skip half a grade. Perhaps if I work hard enough?

Do you have to ask?

[hyotei_pride]

Mmhmm. It's lame without you in it.

.. Yeah, I'm sure. I'll probably try to squeeze and elbow my way into Singles 3 then. The seniors are.. Not very good.

I miss you.

Hell, you're making me much too hopeful for my own good, Choutarou.

Yeah, cause I get another line of reply from you. :P

[hyotei_soul]

Maa. I'd do anything to change that, you know. Maybe my parents deserve a good lecture for not having me a year sooner.

No squeezing or elbowing needed, you'll get it. You're a brilliant player.

I miss you too. :(

I'm sorry. Wishful thinking and doing it outloud, I suppose.

Come over then. Now! :P