Y’know, I’ve been thinking about everything that happened and I’ve realized that I’m even more of an asshole than we ever realized. Hiro’s picked me up off the street so many times now, at all hours of the night, and taken me home for no legitimate reason and he’s had kids this entire time?? And he’s probably got a wife who I haven’t met??
Like, what the fuck?? I don’t know anything about him besides his first name, he doesn’t really know anything about me―I think―and he’s still doing this. Does he owe Haruhi something? Does she have dirt on him? Maybe she had Kyouya-senpai dig up dirt on him. There’s no fucking way that he’s been dealing with my drunk ass out of the goodness of his heart.
I don’t care how “good” a person you are, not even Mori-senpai would be willing to leave two kids at home to pick up some alcoholic he didn’t really know. And if I actually told you about this―actually told you, not just write the question in another letter that’ll get buried in my desk drawer under piles of sketches―I know what you’d say. What you’d do.
You’d roll your eyes at me; you’d give me that soft, gentle smile that you save for only our family and our closest friends. You’d poke my cheek, right where that stupid dimple is, and you’d tell me that some people are just… good people.
After everything that you’ve been through, you’re still able to see the good in people.