stuff we did | tenya iida

day five

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Iida helps me prepare dinner one night. I decide to keep my mouth shut simply because I can't help but think all that I'll say will be stupid. 

"Do you know anyone who's watched Ouran High school Host Club?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Not a clue."

Preparing a CD and note for him becomes more difficult. I don't think I've ever felt like this before. I'm so in love with him. 

Dear Tenya Iida,

I'll tell you this much, Iida. You're funnier than you give yourself credit. Funnier than I give you credit. I think I'm obvious with my starring. I don't think you see though. Maybe. I don't know. Feelings have been weird as of lately. But I still like you. Anyways this is Bad Romance by Lady Gaga herself but its acoustic. Very important that it's acoustic. As always lyrics:

I want your drama, the touch of your hand. 

I want your leather studded kiss in the sand.

I want your love.

Love-love-love, I want your love.

Sincerely, Secret Admirer.

After leaving the note right outside his doorway, I go back to my room. I see that he's left a new note out on the kitchen counters. I read over his letter.

Dear Secret Admirer,

My legs hurt after training today. I thought since you know who I am, I might as well tell you about my day and such. But yeah. I have my ideas of who you might be, of course I don't know if I'll ever admit my ideas. I'm sure you'd have caught my romantic interest outside of these letters by now. I mean, you seem so lovely over writing. I hope my letters live up to expectations. 

Le Festin by Camille is in french. But it's beautiful. 

Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin

Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin

Affaibli par la faim je suis malheureux

Volant en chemin tout ce que je peux 

Car rien n'est gratuit dans la vie.

Sincerely, Tenya Iida

After school, I see Iida speaking to Deku. "I know there's a dance next week. I think I'll ask her then!" he says. 

Deku smiles. "Sounds like a plan! I really hope it's her."

"As do I," says Iida.

At first, I smile. But then- her. Iida thinks I'm someone else. He doesn't know its me, no not at all. 

He thinks I'm a girl. 

Does he expect me to be a girl? Is it because the love letters are so juvenile? Because he's straight and wouldn't ever want a guy writing him love letters?

I take a deep breathe and exhale. Maybe I'll be lucky.

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