JUMP; How to Write A Letter
theme: How to Write A Letter
pairing: Yamada Ryosuke/Chinen Yuri
fandom: HSJ
rating: g
word count: 1900
notes: This is me trying to integrate Yamada's abuse of emoji, Yuto's denial of his supposed homosexuality and Chinen's phone calls into one fic. I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY SACHI because I am kind of happy with it ahahaha.
Today is the day, Chinen. Today is the day you will break walls, overcome obstacles, destroy barriers. Today, you will not hide any longer. Today is the day you will let him know how you feel. Sorry to say, but the countless onscreen declarations of love don't count. You have to formally let him know or you will never have him. This isn't as cheesy as it sounds, trust me.
Fine, so it is, but are you going to let these years of being together fly by like that without saying a word? No way! You've been waiting for this moment ever since, well, ever. Now is the perfect time. Don't let your chance slip. The power to change your life forever is at the tip of your fingers.
Yama-chan,
I want you to know that I love you. Let's go out next week, okay?
Chinen Yuri
It takes a fifteen minutes of composition, (you were never good with cell phones) an hour of contemplation and a second of reassurance before you send this message to the person you've been pining for.
lol XD XD XD
that's nice chinen ;;;;
uh sure? maybe when i'm not busy lol
Yamada
Yamada clearly doesn't understand the pains of typing on a keypad. You hate how Yamada is dense and how your efforts have gone unrewarded. Oh well, whatever. Show him that you mean business. Grab a piece of paper and a pen and write your heart out. Hurry, before Nakaken beats you to it.
Dear Yama-
The ink is pink. Your sister must have left her pens lying around again. There was an unwritten postulate regarding her property in the Chinen household: if it's Sanrio, it's hers. You toss the Cinamoroll pen aside. A new sheet. (You make extra sure it doesn't have Keropi printed on it.) Reach for a black ball-point pen this time. Write.
You don't quite get to that right away, though. You have a clicky ballpen, so you press the button at the end repeatedly. It makes clicky noises. Click click click. To this sound, as you put the tip of the pen on paper, you think first, and think hard.
For ten seconds.
Dear Yama-chan, I have come to the conclusion that I may be head over heels for you.
This straightforwardness might not garner you any points, but you're cute, so okay, maybe it will work. It never worked for Daiki, though. The good news: you're not Daiki! There's also the possibility that Yamada will not take you seriously. The bad news: he never takes you seriously! You add this as an afterthought:
Really.
Inoo would hit you on the head for that. You take the stationery and crumple it into a little ball. Aim for the trash bin: he shoots, he scores! Three points! Another sheet. Press black pen on white paper.
Yama-chan, we've known each other for quite some time, and I know it's crazy, but
No.
Yamada, as a completely heterosexual male at the cusp of adolescence
No.
There are nights when I can't stop thinking about you
No, no, no. Focus, Chinen, focus. The state of your existing relationship with Yamada depends on this very sheet of paper. One wrong move and it's over. Poof. Boom. Kaput. Let's go over the format of a typical letter: opening, apology, display of gratitude, conclusion. Was it the display of gratitude before the apology? Never mind, forget that. Maybe you could ask Takaki for some advice. After that incident with Rubi? Nah. The last time you went to Yabu for help, you caught him in the middle of coping with another breakup. Daiki holds the record for the highest number of rejections per year. Inoo gets dokidoki wakuwaku by just looking at someone. (His words, not yours.) Ryutaro knows zilch about romance and cares even less. Don't get started with Hikaru. Yuto is out of the question. By simple process of elimination, you know who to call.
"Arashi to English boy. I repeat, Arashi to English boy, over."
There is a disgruntled noise coming from your end of the receiver.
"Chii, can't it wait for the next," Keito pauses, maybe to rub his eyes and reach for his alarm clock. "six hours?"
"I'm afraid not, Keito," you say gravely. "This is an urgent matter and I implore you attend to it immediately."
"But," Keito starts, but you ignore his plea.
"Today's mission is to write an essay on my affection for a fifteen-year-old who goes by the name of Yamada Ryosuke. His origins are known to be somewhere in Tokyo, but he currently resides in the Kanagawa prefecture. He is 160 centimeters tall, blood type B, Taurus, and I am deeply, irrevocably-"
"Chii," Keito whines. "It's four in the morning."
"So?"
Keito groans. "I am hanging up at the count of three. One."
"We're friends! Don't friends always help each other in times of need?"
"Two."
"I'll let you have my bento! I'll let you play with my DS! I'll even let you take center stage sometimes!"
"Three."
"Please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar and ice cream and-"
"Oh no kssh I think kssh I'm losing you kssh call you back kssh-" Beep, beep, beep.
Screw Keito. You'll do fine without him.
An hour after an attempted cry for help, your paper is still blank and your thumb has gotten tired from all that clicking. You hear nothing but Arashi ballads and Ohno's crooning ringing in your ears.
Then your MP3 player runs out of battery.
Screw Keito, you say. You'll do fine without him, you say.
At last, after a night's worth of work (technically, you worked well into the wee hours of the morning), no thanks to Cinnamoroll, cellphone keypads and Keito, you finished writing this stupid love letter. You finished it. You finally finished it. You-
-fall off your chair and think you've been hanging around Keito too much.
The note is placed in a small envelope. You struggled with folding it earlier and you probably wouldn't have finished the task had you not asked for help from your sister. (but you had to tell her that you love her and she made you pinky swear and you have to let her watch her dramas every Saturday from now on) Not only did she coo at you and pinch your cheeks, ("Aww, Yuri is all grown up, confessing to the girl he likes!") she even stuck a cute heart sticker to seal it. You don't appreciate this action, but ripping it off is a waste of sticker and envelope, so you decide to keep it that way. Yama-chan won't mind, right? Right.
Your mother asks you for a goodbye kiss before you leave (and you're thankful she doesn't make you do these things in public, because it's embarrassing and you want to be cool! Like Yama-chan!) and you set off.
By the bench near the peach blossom tree, you wait. You are anxious, nervous, excited. You feel butterflies and your palms are getting sweaty. Waiting can get boring after a while, but not this time. Look! It's Yamada and Yuto! Hide!
After you've made sure you've camouflaged yourself well, you observe the two from afar. "Yuto," you note with contempt. Yuto smiles. Yuto laughs. Yuto... gives Yamada flowers? What is this. You flee the scene before your heart shatters completely.
"Thanks for the help, Yuto," Yamada chirps as he carries a dozen bouquets of roses. He didn't expect them to reach his house so soon. "The fan letters and gifts get annoying after a while."
"Sure thing. Hey, where do you want me to put this?" Yuto is referring to the stacks of paper he has in his hands.
"I put all my letters in a box upstairs. Here, I'll show you."
Oh woe! He made up with Yuto! You have lost hope! It is useless! There's no way he'll accept your feelings now!
Ryutaro passes by. "Why are you blocking the way and dramatically throwing yourself at pieces of furniture?"
You also think you have been watching too many dramas.
When Yuto tells stories about a certain someone, you are always eager to listen. He tells you of curls and popsicle sticks and the times they'd hold hands when they got scared. The sand between their toes, the wind in their hair, and the little money they had jingling in their pockets; Yuto's nostalgia worked with his imagination to create a temporary suspension of reality -- a place for him to remember. You could tell he had fun, you could tell that they had fun, and though you knew it was selfish of you, you didn't like that.
After Yuto ends his narrative of how he and Yamada ended up in Hawaii, you say, "So that's how your close relationship started," with a tinge of jealousy.
Yuto waves his hands in little circles, panicked. "Oh no, it's nothing like that! We're both male! I like older women!"
You raise an eyebrow.
"I think your sister is hot!" he blurts out.
"For the record, my sister is not in any way attractive," you say before you leave to purchase something from the nearby vending machine.
You retrieve the letter from your jacket two minutes later.
"Hello?"
"Yama-chan."
"Chinen! Hey, I'm ordering something right now. Based on description, which do you think tastes best: a triple-layered chocolate decadent cake, a sans rival complete with chocolate shavings on top, or a New York blueberry-"
"Yamada Ryosuke."
"Hmm? You don't like cake?" You shake your head, then realize that Yamada can't see you on the phone. "But how could you not like cake!"
He never takes you seriously. You clutch the letter in your hand.
"Chineeeeen," Hasshi bangs the glass from outside the phone booth. "Hurry up!"
Sanada tries to reason with Hasshi and informs him that it has only been twenty seconds since you dialed a number. Nozawa, who looks like he's embarrassed to acknowledge his companion and his obnoxious antics, tells you to carry on. Ignoring Hasshi's cries of But I promised Kanna I'd call! and Yamada's babbling about the perfect tiramisu, you do.
"Anyway," but Yamada cuts in.
"Anyway, you said you were going to take me somewhere? I'm in the mood for some Italian right now. Ah, Chinese would be nice, too. You know where Aiba-senpai's family restaurant is, right?"
You don't know what to make of this, partly because of Hasshi's yelling. "I'm sorry?"
"Didn't you text me about it? Aww, I thought you were actually serious this time."
"No, no! I was serious!"
"Well, if you don't want to, that's fine. But I'll never split the bill with you again."
"You brought it up first! I can't believe you. I'll take you to their restaurant, I've been there before. His mother is a nice lady and the food's really good. I," you hold the letter close. "I have something to give you, so you better promise that you'll go."
"Sure. Is it cake?"
You ponder for a bit. "Something like that."
"It's a good thing you called, then."
"It's not like you to bring up the topic, you know. You must really want to see me. Is it because of my charming personality, my killer smile or my dashingly good looks?"
"Shut up, you."
He laughs, you laugh. You haven't heard that in a while.
pairing: Yamada Ryosuke/Chinen Yuri
fandom: HSJ
rating: g
word count: 1900
notes: This is me trying to integrate Yamada's abuse of emoji, Yuto's denial of his supposed homosexuality and Chinen's phone calls into one fic. I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY SACHI because I am kind of happy with it ahahaha.
Today is the day, Chinen. Today is the day you will break walls, overcome obstacles, destroy barriers. Today, you will not hide any longer. Today is the day you will let him know how you feel. Sorry to say, but the countless onscreen declarations of love don't count. You have to formally let him know or you will never have him. This isn't as cheesy as it sounds, trust me.
Fine, so it is, but are you going to let these years of being together fly by like that without saying a word? No way! You've been waiting for this moment ever since, well, ever. Now is the perfect time. Don't let your chance slip. The power to change your life forever is at the tip of your fingers.
Yama-chan,
I want you to know that I love you. Let's go out next week, okay?
Chinen Yuri
It takes a fifteen minutes of composition, (you were never good with cell phones) an hour of contemplation and a second of reassurance before you send this message to the person you've been pining for.
lol XD XD XD
that's nice chinen ;;;;
uh sure? maybe when i'm not busy lol
Yamada
Yamada clearly doesn't understand the pains of typing on a keypad. You hate how Yamada is dense and how your efforts have gone unrewarded. Oh well, whatever. Show him that you mean business. Grab a piece of paper and a pen and write your heart out. Hurry, before Nakaken beats you to it.
Dear Yama-
The ink is pink. Your sister must have left her pens lying around again. There was an unwritten postulate regarding her property in the Chinen household: if it's Sanrio, it's hers. You toss the Cinamoroll pen aside. A new sheet. (You make extra sure it doesn't have Keropi printed on it.) Reach for a black ball-point pen this time. Write.
You don't quite get to that right away, though. You have a clicky ballpen, so you press the button at the end repeatedly. It makes clicky noises. Click click click. To this sound, as you put the tip of the pen on paper, you think first, and think hard.
For ten seconds.
Dear Yama-chan, I have come to the conclusion that I may be head over heels for you.
This straightforwardness might not garner you any points, but you're cute, so okay, maybe it will work. It never worked for Daiki, though. The good news: you're not Daiki! There's also the possibility that Yamada will not take you seriously. The bad news: he never takes you seriously! You add this as an afterthought:
Really.
Inoo would hit you on the head for that. You take the stationery and crumple it into a little ball. Aim for the trash bin: he shoots, he scores! Three points! Another sheet. Press black pen on white paper.
Yama-chan, we've known each other for quite some time, and I know it's crazy, but
No.
Yamada, as a completely heterosexual male at the cusp of adolescence
No.
There are nights when I can't stop thinking about you
No, no, no. Focus, Chinen, focus. The state of your existing relationship with Yamada depends on this very sheet of paper. One wrong move and it's over. Poof. Boom. Kaput. Let's go over the format of a typical letter: opening, apology, display of gratitude, conclusion. Was it the display of gratitude before the apology? Never mind, forget that. Maybe you could ask Takaki for some advice. After that incident with Rubi? Nah. The last time you went to Yabu for help, you caught him in the middle of coping with another breakup. Daiki holds the record for the highest number of rejections per year. Inoo gets dokidoki wakuwaku by just looking at someone. (His words, not yours.) Ryutaro knows zilch about romance and cares even less. Don't get started with Hikaru. Yuto is out of the question. By simple process of elimination, you know who to call.
"Arashi to English boy. I repeat, Arashi to English boy, over."
There is a disgruntled noise coming from your end of the receiver.
"Chii, can't it wait for the next," Keito pauses, maybe to rub his eyes and reach for his alarm clock. "six hours?"
"I'm afraid not, Keito," you say gravely. "This is an urgent matter and I implore you attend to it immediately."
"But," Keito starts, but you ignore his plea.
"Today's mission is to write an essay on my affection for a fifteen-year-old who goes by the name of Yamada Ryosuke. His origins are known to be somewhere in Tokyo, but he currently resides in the Kanagawa prefecture. He is 160 centimeters tall, blood type B, Taurus, and I am deeply, irrevocably-"
"Chii," Keito whines. "It's four in the morning."
"So?"
Keito groans. "I am hanging up at the count of three. One."
"We're friends! Don't friends always help each other in times of need?"
"Two."
"I'll let you have my bento! I'll let you play with my DS! I'll even let you take center stage sometimes!"
"Three."
"Please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar and ice cream and-"
"Oh no kssh I think kssh I'm losing you kssh call you back kssh-" Beep, beep, beep.
Screw Keito. You'll do fine without him.
An hour after an attempted cry for help, your paper is still blank and your thumb has gotten tired from all that clicking. You hear nothing but Arashi ballads and Ohno's crooning ringing in your ears.
Then your MP3 player runs out of battery.
Screw Keito, you say. You'll do fine without him, you say.
At last, after a night's worth of work (technically, you worked well into the wee hours of the morning), no thanks to Cinnamoroll, cellphone keypads and Keito, you finished writing this stupid love letter. You finished it. You finally finished it. You-
-fall off your chair and think you've been hanging around Keito too much.
The note is placed in a small envelope. You struggled with folding it earlier and you probably wouldn't have finished the task had you not asked for help from your sister. (but you had to tell her that you love her and she made you pinky swear and you have to let her watch her dramas every Saturday from now on) Not only did she coo at you and pinch your cheeks, ("Aww, Yuri is all grown up, confessing to the girl he likes!") she even stuck a cute heart sticker to seal it. You don't appreciate this action, but ripping it off is a waste of sticker and envelope, so you decide to keep it that way. Yama-chan won't mind, right? Right.
Your mother asks you for a goodbye kiss before you leave (and you're thankful she doesn't make you do these things in public, because it's embarrassing and you want to be cool! Like Yama-chan!) and you set off.
By the bench near the peach blossom tree, you wait. You are anxious, nervous, excited. You feel butterflies and your palms are getting sweaty. Waiting can get boring after a while, but not this time. Look! It's Yamada and Yuto! Hide!
After you've made sure you've camouflaged yourself well, you observe the two from afar. "Yuto," you note with contempt. Yuto smiles. Yuto laughs. Yuto... gives Yamada flowers? What is this. You flee the scene before your heart shatters completely.
"Thanks for the help, Yuto," Yamada chirps as he carries a dozen bouquets of roses. He didn't expect them to reach his house so soon. "The fan letters and gifts get annoying after a while."
"Sure thing. Hey, where do you want me to put this?" Yuto is referring to the stacks of paper he has in his hands.
"I put all my letters in a box upstairs. Here, I'll show you."
Oh woe! He made up with Yuto! You have lost hope! It is useless! There's no way he'll accept your feelings now!
Ryutaro passes by. "Why are you blocking the way and dramatically throwing yourself at pieces of furniture?"
You also think you have been watching too many dramas.
When Yuto tells stories about a certain someone, you are always eager to listen. He tells you of curls and popsicle sticks and the times they'd hold hands when they got scared. The sand between their toes, the wind in their hair, and the little money they had jingling in their pockets; Yuto's nostalgia worked with his imagination to create a temporary suspension of reality -- a place for him to remember. You could tell he had fun, you could tell that they had fun, and though you knew it was selfish of you, you didn't like that.
After Yuto ends his narrative of how he and Yamada ended up in Hawaii, you say, "So that's how your close relationship started," with a tinge of jealousy.
Yuto waves his hands in little circles, panicked. "Oh no, it's nothing like that! We're both male! I like older women!"
You raise an eyebrow.
"I think your sister is hot!" he blurts out.
"For the record, my sister is not in any way attractive," you say before you leave to purchase something from the nearby vending machine.
You retrieve the letter from your jacket two minutes later.
"Hello?"
"Yama-chan."
"Chinen! Hey, I'm ordering something right now. Based on description, which do you think tastes best: a triple-layered chocolate decadent cake, a sans rival complete with chocolate shavings on top, or a New York blueberry-"
"Yamada Ryosuke."
"Hmm? You don't like cake?" You shake your head, then realize that Yamada can't see you on the phone. "But how could you not like cake!"
He never takes you seriously. You clutch the letter in your hand.
"Chineeeeen," Hasshi bangs the glass from outside the phone booth. "Hurry up!"
Sanada tries to reason with Hasshi and informs him that it has only been twenty seconds since you dialed a number. Nozawa, who looks like he's embarrassed to acknowledge his companion and his obnoxious antics, tells you to carry on. Ignoring Hasshi's cries of But I promised Kanna I'd call! and Yamada's babbling about the perfect tiramisu, you do.
"Anyway," but Yamada cuts in.
"Anyway, you said you were going to take me somewhere? I'm in the mood for some Italian right now. Ah, Chinese would be nice, too. You know where Aiba-senpai's family restaurant is, right?"
You don't know what to make of this, partly because of Hasshi's yelling. "I'm sorry?"
"Didn't you text me about it? Aww, I thought you were actually serious this time."
"No, no! I was serious!"
"Well, if you don't want to, that's fine. But I'll never split the bill with you again."
"You brought it up first! I can't believe you. I'll take you to their restaurant, I've been there before. His mother is a nice lady and the food's really good. I," you hold the letter close. "I have something to give you, so you better promise that you'll go."
"Sure. Is it cake?"
You ponder for a bit. "Something like that."
"It's a good thing you called, then."
"It's not like you to bring up the topic, you know. You must really want to see me. Is it because of my charming personality, my killer smile or my dashingly good looks?"
"Shut up, you."
He laughs, you laugh. You haven't heard that in a while.