[complete] the swan dive | the second diary - katsudeku

day three hundred and thirty eight

as we laid in bed, looking at the ceiling and counting the glow-in-the-dark stars izuku plastered on it. we just laid there, tranquility at its finest. it was almost as if we never were enemies in the first place, but misunderstood beings that were often blamed on when something went wrong, that being because of our attitudes which weren't exactly friendly nor the type for social interaction, or because of the actions we made that had us believing we were heroes. these meet-ups only became more and more of a routine rather than a choice: a routine that i grew to enjoy over a period of a couple days.