dear diary ᝰ d.kaminari ✓ (poc reader)

the tale of y/n

*if you skipped the prologue, y/n is a POC, specifically INDIAN. pls don't comment on how her appearance doesn't match yours, i'm trying to represent as many races, nationalities, and ethnicities as i can! imagine her as something else if it bothers you!*

Y/N L/N. ONE OF THE MOST LOVED GIRLS IN OUR CLASS. In our school. Her smile alone would light up a room. Her bright eyes, her silky black hair, her soft facial features; everything about her was perfect.

She smelled of sugarplum in the early mornings, then somehow smelled of mango in the late evenings. Her hair was always done in two french braids, but after a hard days' work of training, they'd fall into two pigtails.

She knew how to break tension in a room. How to tell a joke at the best times. How to comfort her friends' when they most needed it. If you needed help, she was there.

Had a problem? She had a solution.

Had an illness? She had the antidote.

...I think you understand what I'm getting at.

Now you're probably thinking;

"Kaminari. Why are you so poetic when it comes to talking about this girl?"

CAN YOU BLAME ME?! Have you SEEN the chick?! She's uber hot!

Like, model material! Gorgeous! Strong, smart, witty—LITERALLY MY DREAM GIRL, ARE YOU KIDDING?!

I've had a crush on her since our time as first years. She knows this, but has rejected me MANY times....

...We're third years now...so I think you can imagine what its like for me to be shot down for three years in a row.

But her and I are pretty close, friend-wise. It's all apart of my plan though, don't worry. She sees me as this amazing guy friend who she can trust, right?

WRONG.

Well...no, you're right. She does see me like that.

But it was all apart of my slow burn objective; to get her to fall in love with me!

Okay, that's not what this is about though...No, wait, yes it is.

I'm confusing myself—Are you guys confused?

Okay, lemme start over.

Y/n L/n. One of the most loved girls in our class. In our school. Her smile alone would light up a room. Her bright eyes—

Nah, it's too much to start over.

Geez, even my mind is kinda lazy.

Okay, let me just be straight up, kay?

Y/n isn't the person who she makes herself out to be.

I found out the hard way.

Her little facade? It's fake.

Her smile? Most of the time, it's probably fake, too. Same for her laugh.

Now, I'm not saying this in a way to make her look like some sort of bad guy, no no.

But in this story,

I am.

The class is.

We all are the bad guys, except for y/n.

Because we couldn't see what she was really going through.

. . . . .

Sorry did I make this introduction depressing? HA SORRY.

Wait, okay. Remember when I said I was the bad guy?

I'm not.

I change my mind.

I kinda am, but I change into the good guy! I save my friend! The girl I love!

Just read this story, okay? God, hooks are hard!

Welcome to the tale of y/n and I's love story!

...Yes, it's a love story. Is that a spoiler alert?

...Not really...I don't think.

...Okay, see ya later!

since this chapter was short, i updated twice! scroll down for more!