Tuesday:

Takahashi Minami peered into the guest room. A figure was slumped over the desk, snoring lightly. She padded lightly over to her sleeping friend and gently covered her with a blanket. Yui had stayed up late last night, writing some sort of letter. Judging by the agonized face of Yui while writing, the letter was an important one. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse a neatly composed letter. Unable to suppress her curiosity, the general manager gingerly slid the paper out from beneath the sleeping girl. Her eyes widened at the first couple of words, and she set the paper down guiltily. Yui’s private matters were best left alone.

She tip-toed out of the room, smiling to herself. 

“Seems like Yui is hard at work,” she mused.

“Hard at work at what?” A voice came out of nowhere, startling Takahashi. The short lady turned to find Yui leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“A-ah Yui, you’re awake?” Takahashi said nervously. “I didn’t know you were up.”

“I just woke up,” came the curt reply. Yui waved the letter, smirking. “I see my letter interested you.”

“Sorry, I was curious. I stopped right after the first words though. It didn’t seem right.”

“It isn’t right,” Yui chuckled. “Well, I have to deliver this, so excuse me.”

Takahashi stared at the retreating figure. Deliver? Did she mean mail it? 

Her question was answered when her friend stepped out the room wearing a ridiculous mailman uniform.

“Yui? What in the world are you wearing?”

“A mailman costume.”

Takahashi couldn’t suppress her laughter. “You look weird. Is that Sayanee’s?”

“Yeah, and I’m off to deliver my letter, so could you let me by?”

Snickering, Takahashi stepped to the side. Yui made a face at her before setting out.

Sticking out her tongue, she mouthed a word.

Loser.

“Why are you here again? Didn’t I say not to come back?” Haruka glared at the girl standing in front of her. The dorky mailman uniform was annoying her. Was Yui playing around? Did she not understand how disappointed Haruka was?

“I wanted to see you,” Yui replied calmly. “Did you read the letter?”

“No.”

For a split second, Yui’s face fell, but she recovered it and continued on. It did not go unnoticed by Haruka.

“That’s okay. I have another letter today too. You can read both of them together.”

Haruka let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, Yokoyama-san, I appreciate your effort, but I don’t feel like seeing you right now. Can you leave?”

The hurt on Yui’s face was evident, and Haruka was tempted to kiss her right then and there, but held herself back. This was not the time to give in. Yui needed to learn.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get on my way, but one quick question. You’re gone all day tomorrow for a filming right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, thanks.” With that, Yui handed her the letter and left. 

Closing the door behind her, Haruka walked back towards her kitchen, leaving the second letter with the first.

Wednesday:

As Haruka was busy, Yui quickly wrote another letter, sealing it inside an envelope. Since they would not see each other, Yui decided to skip out on the uniform this time around. Besides, right afterward, she had a Team K stage to attend. Just because she was fighting with Paru didn’t mean she could neglect her idol life.

Slipping the letter into the mail slot, Yui felt a pang of loneliness. Even in the midst of their current situation, they had seen each other everyday. Going a day without her beloved would be hard. 

In the theater, it was painfully obvious to the other members that their captain was feeling down. All of them knew that it was probably something to do with Paru and decided not to press. The stage was a success and they were all going out for ramen. The last thing anyone needed was a moody Yokoyama Yui.

Thursday:

“Hey Paru, are you free tomorrow?” Yui casually handed a fourth letter to Haruka, who took it without a word. Apparently, she had gotten used to Yui’s new routine of mail delivery.

“No, I have a date with Mayuyu-san tomorrow. Why?

“Oh, I wanted to see if you wanted to go somewhere. I guess not though…”

Haruka looked away and bit the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t allow Yui to persuade her to go out. 

“Maybe you could make it Friday?” The mailwoman in front of her looked like a hopeful puppy. 

“No, sorry, but I don’t want to go anywhere with you at the moment.” Haruka replied, crushing any hope Yui had left of reconciliation. Seeing her dejected face Haruka panicked, perhaps she had been too harsh. 

“I see. Sorry for bothering you, Shimazaki-san. I’ll take my leave now.” 

“Yui, wait-” Haruka was silenced by a sad shake of the head from the other girl. 

“Just let it be. I took you for granted, and now that I’ve lost you, it seems I can’t get you back. Goodbye.” 

Haruka watched as Yui trudged away, her stupid mailbag trailing behind her. She wanted to cry; she never intended to hurt Yui, she just wanted to teach her a little lesson. 

I guess there's no point in reading these letters now. I messed everything up. Haruka pushed the stack of letters away, unwilling to trash them. 

“Yui,” she whispered. “I miss you.”