ʜᴀɴᴀᴋᴏ/ᴛꜱᴜᴋᴀꜱᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ♡ [𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒]

Diary entries ~ Amane (fluff)

The premise

° every day when Amane goes home, he writes in his journal. Mostly about his day and how he felt, etc.

° a new week begins, along with a new student and new a weeks worth of those journal entries.

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Monday April 4th, 1969

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶d̶i̶a̶r̶y̶,̶

Dear journal, today was interesting..

There was a new student.

A girl.

S̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶p̶̶̶r̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶t̶̶̶y̶̶̶

She seemed really nice

She said hi to the whole class and when sensei asked her to take her seat, she sat next to me.

It was the first time someone chose to sit next to me and it was a girl...

During the entire class she passed me notes.

She told me her name was y/n and I told her mine.

Sensei caught us but she told him it was her fault and took all of the blame.

She got in trouble for me and I feel really bad about it but she told me to not let it bug me.

She smiled at me...like..

Like she was... happy?

But why would she be happy if she just got in trouble...?

Y/n confuses me.

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Tuesday April 5th, 1969

Dear journal, I still am not sure if I can trust y/n.

Today she brought me lunch which was really weird...she doesn't even know me..

I told her that I could end up being some serial killer and she told me that she wouldn't mind.

I wonder if she's actually the freak out of the two of us..
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She made me smile today. I was happy to smile again.

She also pointed out my scars.

She reminds me of Mr. Tsuchigumo. She didn't really listen to me and instead used her own small first aid kit to bandage me up.

She was looking at me so demandingly and I couldn't help but feel kind of forced to let her take care of me.

The only things she had in her bag were bandaids.

She kissed each one before putting them on me.

Is that considered flirting?

I̶ ̶h̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶.̶.̶.̶

Although, it seemed like she was just being nice...plus, she never actually kissed my skin.

I feel weird even thinking about it..my stomach and head feel...fuzzy.

I think I'm just going to lay down.

Y/n is kind of a weirdo
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Wednesday April 6th, 1969

Dear journal, I made her laugh today

S̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶l̶a̶u̶g̶h̶i̶n̶g̶

I want to make her laugh more.

She's started to walk me around to class. For some reason, it feels better with her around.

It feels safer.

She's still curious about my scars and I've decided on telling her tommorow. I won't tell her enough to make her worry, just enough to make her less curious.

Y/n feels like a friend...

Y/n feels like my first friend.

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Thursday April 7th 1969

Dear diary,

Y/n appreciated that I told her about my scars. She seems really worried.

It feels nice to have someone like her worry about me..

I told her about this J̶o̶u̶r̶n̶a̶l̶
Diary

She told me journals are nice to have, to jot down your thoughts in. I even found out that she has one!

She calls hers a diary...I think I want to start calling this that too.

Y/n walked home with me after school today. It was the first time seeing her outside of school.

She was spending her free time with me of all people.

Y/n makes me really happy..
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Friday April 8th 1969

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶d̶i̶a̶r̶y̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶
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Dear diary, I think I like y/n
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