I consulted with my grandfather about your concerns regarding romantic bones in my body. He assures me that he has never had a romantic bone in his body. To the best of his recollection, neither his father nor his grandfather had one, either. Thus, there have been four generations of Tezukas before me with no romantic bones. As such, it is genetically highly unlikely that I have one.
That’s why I need you.
Tezuka
I love this letter so much.
It's absolutely idiotic, but so cute.
I found it in a Prince of Tennis fanfic.
Nevermind the fact that I do not know who the heck Tezuka is.
Even though we both don't know who the hell the characters are,
Siao Meng, you should totally go read it because it is totally dumb.
In a way that won't kill brain cells, I promise.
Also, please do not ask me what am I doing up at nearly 2 am in the morning.