..Ikuma-san, 

I don't even know why I'm writing this-- I don't know where to send it. But it makes me less anxious for what I'm about to say.. I think I'm angry at you? Maybe.. because I didn't expect you to go away? I mean-- people have told me, I looked lonely but you looked lonely too. No matter how many times we laughed and talked, when we looked into each other's eyes we were searching for something. Understanding? Company? I don't know-- even sympathy? Love? I think I'm angry, because I wasn't alone even if I never said it to your face because well I don't want rejection. I really enjoyed us, I mean you and me. For once I felt I met someone good for me. I think you're a real-- man you know? Handsome, and very skilled. You're funny too, killer sense of humor even. 

...I- I'm not funny okay.

Did I ever mention maybe I'm more graceful in movement than with words? I miss you a lot, and my heart is in even more pain. It rained earlier, and I didn't even bother to look for cover. Because I was just glad to feel again.. it's probably pathetic to hear. 

Why am I being so sad? You really don't want to know about any of that. Besides, last I saw you-- you smiled at me, I should do the same and smile in case you see me again. I really want to smile.. again. Also, not saying-- I'm jealous or anything but if I find out that you were fraternizing with other women. I'll be frank with you, Ikuma-san. 

I'll slaughter them, I won't kill you. But I can promise, you won't get away with it either. I'm not jealous. 

I miss you, 

Chiaki 

P.S

I left these with the Xi Nu Lambda brothers, and they said they'd give them to you.. do you really live in the basement? As long as you're comfortable, but I um made these for you. The chocolate is homemade, and I really hope--- you like them, I worked hard you know? ^^ Happy valentine's day Ikuma-san! ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜

Roses are red Violets are blue Please like this chocolate I thought of you. 

Sincerely, 

Gogo.

P.S. Don't eat all of them at once! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡  

P.S.S Be sure the basement is well lit, you don't want to go blind.

Four distinctive knocks rang out in the large, almost empty basement that he called home. The knocks seemed loud, though they seemed almost unsure of themselves. Knock.knock.....knock.........knock. As they rang out in the almost hallow room, Ikuma's eyes ran along the ceiling, slowly inching their way to the  basement door. 

It was a rarity that anybody ever acknowledged his existence in the house, so for someone to be knocking on his door at such a time, was a scene to behold. He was even slightly taken aback from the entire situation, whoever it was, was going to die if they were just knocking to test their own faith. If they wanted to see god so much, then why not make the process so much easier. 

Debating to even answer the damned thing, he swung his legs over the side of his bed, slipping his house shoes on as he walked to the door sluggishly. He reached out to the darkened copper door knob, ready for the worst possible outcome. As the door widened he realized no one was there, but as his gaze traveled to the floor a slight smile touched his lips. 

Clearing his throat he looked away for a second, just in case anybody was lurking in the shadows. Without even looking at the note he knew who had brought them, only one person on this green earth could have put so much care in everyone of those chocolate covered strawberries, and just the thought of her made him want to smile. But he kept his cool, picking up the white platter and retreating into his room, locking the door behind him. There was no way in hell anybody was going to catch him getting happy over some strawberries. 

Sitting the platter along his nightstand he opened the small note, reading over every word carefully. Reading the first sentence he tried not to laugh, smiling at the idea of Gogo's face when she found out that he was living in the basement of all places. He had wished they had recorded her reaction so he could see it for himself. 

Reading over the rest of the note, he kept his smile, but as he read over the postscript, he laughed out loud. "Ah Gogo-san, not every basement is like the ones in horror movies," he chuckled. Reaching over towards the nightstand he picked up his cellphone, typing his message out clearly. 

[text] No promises on eating these in one setting (≧ω≦)

[text] What the fuck did you just call me?