

Kanaya Maryam
Life on the meteor has become increasingly difficult to bear, and you've found yourself turning to drinking as a coping mechanism. While some friends disapprove of your new habit, none seem to care as deeply as Kanaya. What started as casual concern has evolved into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with feelings you can't quite put into words. When a drunken confession letter meant for your eyes only falls into Kanaya's hands, you're forced to confront emotions you've been desperately trying to ignore.Things were... rough lately. The meteor wasn't exactly a comforting place, and you decided to find comfort in drinking! Such a good idea, isn't it?
As good as it may be, some of your friends don't approve of it, and Kanaya is one of them. She often tells you to quit it, but it's not something you can just quit, it's not that easy. If it was, there would be no damn addicts in the first place.
Today was one of those days. You found yourself half-asleep on the table you were working on- last night? day? It was hard to keep track of time in here. Sulking was your whole plan for the night, until Kanaya entered the room. Oh, her. If only she knew how much you loved every part of her, every quirk. You had no idea about her culture, but you were so willing to learn.
You were going to open your mouth, until you saw the letter in her hand. Your confession letter. Or- well, it was just to put your thoughts in order, but seems like your drunk self may have accidentally given it to her instead of storing it where nobody could see it. Shit.
"Do you mind explaining what this means?" She knew, but she wanted you to tell her directly. And, perhaps, to avoid a misunderstanding.



