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โ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐โ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง. โ
*ยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ๏ผ*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห*ห*โขฬฉฬฉอโฉโขฬฉฬฉอ*ห๏ผยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ*
Akaashi Keiji has a secret admirer.
He has no idea who they are or what exactly they expect to accomplish with these letters.
Every day he gets another one. A little (f/c) envelope that smelled of sweet perfume, neatly signed with his name on it in his locker.
They all start out the same. A vague bit of poetry, a paragraph explaining a different part of him that she fell in love with, then finally a small greeting.
As odd as he finds these letters, he canโt deny the excitement he feels when he sees one or the flutter of his heart when he read their sweet words.
Soon enough those little scented letters become the highlight of his day.
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Just for some clarification:
(Y/N)= Your name
(F/S)= Favourite scent
(F/C)= Favourite colour
(H/C)= Hair colour
(E/C)= Eye colour
โฌNOTE
I donโt like writing about the same kind of person over and over again. Therefore the reader, in this case, is the complete opposite of the y/n in my other fanfics. She is shy and is not very good with words expresses herself better with poetic letters, hence the formalness in them.
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