dear journal,
you will not believe what happened today. i guess i left my sweatshirt with katsuki and he decided to bring it back to my house. my mom answered the door. she had no clue who was at the door, and i was in my room. i hurried down as soon as i heard the doorbell.
my mom stared at katsuki in awe after he introduced himself. katsuki looked quite uncomfortable, so i greeted him and let him inside, taking my sweatshirt.
then, i had to sit through my mom calling the therapist and katsuki awkwardly sitting there, not knowing what was going on. i suppose i never told him about how my mom didn't think he was real. i told the old katsuki, but it slipped my mind to tell the new one.
when my therapist arrived, he was equally shocked. he then had to explain to katsuki how i was schizophrenic and how i had imagined him before. katsuki looked at me differently after that.
he told me that we should take a little break, because he needs to comprehend what's going on. i pointed out to him that we aren't dating, so there's really no reason to "take a break." then, he left. i hope he calls soon. i also hope i didn't imagine this whole day. i don't know if that's possible. i don't know a lot of things.
izuku
YOU ARE READING
reality.
Fanfiction"he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does." or; izuku has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong. a bakudeku fanfic.
