Dawn \\ Tokyo Revengers

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Requested by @SanzuKinnie

Dear Pah-Chin.....

It's been a long while since I saw you. Things are kind of boring without you, but I can't really imagine how it must be locked inside a cell.... I hope you're doing okay.

Your dog is really cute, by the way. She keeps licking my knees when I walk past her, and she's very cuddly. She's in good hands, worry not.

Have you made any prison buddies yet? You should introduce them to me when you're discharged.

Anyways, duty calls, I've got to study. I'll send a letter tomorrow, too!

Love, (Y/n).

Pah sighed and placed the letter on his lap, leaning his head against the wall.

It was evening time, when everyone received mail - at least, everyone who had mail sent to them. It was also Pah's favourite time of day.

Every morning, he'd wake up in an uncomfortable bed and smile to himself softly. The guards were a bit confused after a while. He'd eat breakfast, do morning duties, usually scowling, but every passing second only made him more excited. He'd eat lunch and usually get stuck back in his cell, but he'd count down the hours, minutes, seconds until he received mail.

He received letters from his girlfriend every day. They brought him so much joy and she knew how much they meant to him, even though he never sent one back.

Every letter was a new topic. Some days, she'd talk about Peh, coming to visit and watch over Pah's dog, some days she'd talk about what TV series or anime she's watching, some days she'd only speak about how much she missed him.

He was seven months into juvenile detention. Seven months meant about 21 weeks, which meant roughly 147 days... Pah wasn't very good at math.

He tried to calculate it anyways - watching the pile of letters on his desk at night, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the small window, he'd often wonder how many letters she'd sent. But he never counted them. It was a kind of shameful thing to him, if he knew how many letters she'd sent him, he would see it as a scoreboard. And yet, when he laid in his bed to sleep, he'd calculate it in his head. He didn't really always get close, but he knew the margin. And then the scoreboard would appear in his dreams.

(Y/n): 147
Pah: -

And he'd wake up, forget his dream and move on, spending the entire day looking forward to a letter from her.

Except for one day.

He woke up with a sparkle in his eye, a certain determined aura surrounding him. He got up from his bed, stomped to the mess hall, and sat next to his 'prison buddy', Yamamoto.

"Hey." He said rather aggressively, to which Yamamoto nodded. "I need a hand."

"Really?" He asked, smirking. "Okay, sure. Just any hand, or do you want-"

"I need a favour!" Pah corrected. "You know how we can send letters once a week?"

Yamamoto nodded again. "What about it?"

"I need you to write for me." Pah whispered. "I don't have... good handwriting, and I want to send a letter to my girlfriend."

Yamamoto laughed and nodded his head. "So you want me to come up with it or just write it?"

"Just write it." He answered, receiving another nod.

"Okay, okay. I have legible handwriting, this could work."

Your POV

You stood at the gates of the detention centre, watching the distant inmates to see if you could spot Pah. So far, he hadn't sent anything to you.

Sighing, you turned back and headed home. This had become like a routine for you; finish school, go to the juvie, stay for ten minutes, then head home, check the mail and write a letter.

You didn't blame Pah for not writing back - you knew how much work he would have to do, you were just nervous that something might have happened to him.

Walking up your driveway, you opened the mailbox, finding a yellow paper letter in it. You raised an eyebrow, wondering if it was for your guardian(s), and took it out of the box. On the front it read, in hardly legible writing, 'to ms. (Y/n) (L/n)'.

You squealed and ran inside, to your room and opened it with a penknife.

The contents had worse handwriting than the cover. Lined paper, but the writing slipped below and over the lines all the time. This wasn't Pah's handwriting. It was worse.

You smiled and started reading it.

Dear (y/n),

I am riting to you in my cell hear in juvy. It's not fun hear, but I think you now that alredy. I am sory for not riting sooner as I coodnt think of the words to send you. I hop you are wel, and thank you for the leters. They make me hapy wen I reed them. I hop you havnt left me for som other guy, eccept Peh. He is okay.

Love, Pah.

After translating that spelling error-ridden letter, you wiped a tear away and laughed. This was the first letter you'd received, and it made your week- no, your month. You counted down the days until he returned to you.

A/n: I am SO SORRY it's so late and short - I've been working on a different book lately and I haven't given any attention to my other books. I hope you guys like this one, I thought the prompt might be cute <3