made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

fifteen

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Weeks passed with nothing out of the ordinary occurring. You'd fallen into a routine of sorts, though sometimes the repetition made you feel like you were losing it. You'd go to school, go on a walk after, go to physical therapy on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, or group therapy if it was Tuesday, and then you'd go home and distract yourself until you fell asleep. On weekends, you spent your time either locked in your room, or with your brother if he was home. You'd paint, read, or watch something in your room, or play video games with Kenma. That was pretty much the only way you could hang out with him.

    Basically, you kept yourself as busy as possible to avoid being alone with your thoughts. Which was extremely unhealthy, but it was how you were coping right now. Because the alternative, having to process everything going on and what you had gone through, sounded so much worse than just ignoring it all. You were barely keeping it together some days, and you knew that your fragile emotional state could easily be crushed by anything.

    You should probably apologize to your therapist for doing the opposite of everything she told you.

    You set the book you'd been reading in your lap, finally giving up on the task after re-reading the paragraph you were on five times because you kept zoning out. Clearly, your mind did not have the patience for something like that today. Which was annoying, because Kenma was going to be gone all day and you didn't have anything else you were interested in doing to pass the time. You were out of painting supplies and hadn't had the time to get more, and watching TV didn't sound at all appetizing. So, with nothing better to do, you reached over and grabbed your phone off the nightstand.

    While you were reading, you'd gotten quite a few messages. One from Kenma reminding you to eat, one from Tendou that was a picture of something cool he'd found outside, one from Wakatoshi asking how you were doing, and a slew of texts from your newest and neediest friend, Atsumu.

Atsumu:

Hey it's me. Your favorite mental illness buddy ;)

Atsumu:

Dude it's been ten minutes what are you doing

Atsumu:

Don't act like you're busy, we both know you dont have a life

Atsumu:

Are you breaking up with me? So soon? Damn y/n, i thought you were different </3

Atsumu:

You have two minutes to answer or next week at therapy we're gonna tussel.

Atsumu:

Now I'm scared that you're like dead or something. Did you die? I'm gonna be real pissed if you did

Atsumu:

That's it. I'm going to your house to make sure you aren't like decaying in the hallway or some shit

    That last text had been sent ten minutes ago, but you were pretty positive it was a joke. Still, the thought of him coming over made you a little excited. You were extremely lonely, and nothing helped distract you from your thoughts more than another person. It was easy to focus on them in the moment, and silence any of those things in your brain that stung a little too much. Unhealthy, yes, but it was the only option in your opinion.