Avery

You say I'm real to you and I feel like crying. Not perfect, not ideal but real. No one's ever told me that before. No one's ever told me i exist and thought that it was the best thing to be celebrated.

You put your lips on mine and I close my eyes, no one's ever touched me so tenderly, in fact no one's ever touched me without leaving bruises.

I come from a place where love is a sin, it is the most vile of everything human. I come from a home where loving someone as deeply as I love you is sacrilege but nothing has been more sacred to me than what we share. You place your lips on my scars, as if they're still bleeding. You kiss my neck and I can swear you've made it a shrine. No place is more sacred to me than in your arms.

I love how you hold me, gently but surely, at nights when my mind overworks my body and I can't help but cry. They say the left hand is connected to your heart. My left hand trembles even when you merely utter my name.

I've never believed tenderness was something for me, always thought it was for finer, more delicate creatures. But the way you hold me makes me believe im worthy.

Saying I love you would be an understatement. But I might as well fall silent because I have nothing to say other than I love you.

Everyours,

Y/n

Your letter to :

Iwaizumi, Kirishima, Kuroo, Mitsuya, Nanami

I've always been told I'm interesting, a little aesthetically pleasing. Romanticising grief seems to be the pastime of poetry. Perhaps poetry is a good enough reason to be grateful.

The hand which cradles also strikes a blow; the hand which feeds ,starves; and I'm starving and desperate and all of those things. I have no desire for candour and hope you don't seek the same from me, perhaps this makes me reclusive. But solitude is the mother of art and I am an adherent.

He parts his lips, eyes slightly wide in surprise. He has been a stranger to gestures of love perhaps ever since he was born.

A creature so devoid of affection.

"Because I love you"

And in the dark he reached and lightly pressed his lips to your forehead.

A silent gesture of love from a being who had never known it.