dear diary ᝰ d.kaminari ✓ (poc reader)

entry #1

RETURNING TO HIS DORM LATER THAT NIGHT, Kaminari picked up y/n's diary again, with hopes that he will learn more about the sugarplum smelling girl.

After thinking about her previous entries, he started to put two and two together.

Y/n's quirk was called Fear Form. Basically, she could see everyone's biggest fear, and take on a certain form of that fear and force her opponent to live through it.

It's a terribly strong quirk, depending on the persons' fear.

During the Sports Festival, she fought Tenya Iida. His biggest fear was becoming a failure.

Apparently, y/n had created an illusion, in which Iida was a complete failure in everything he did. As he was living in this alternate universe, y/n pushed him out of bounds, not even giving him a chance to fight back.

However, no one knew the drawbacks of her quirk. Every time she used it, she seemed perfectly fine afterwards.

After rereading her entries, Kaminari came up with two theories;

1. When she takes on the fear of others, she lives through her victim's fears as nightmares when she sleeps.

2. When she takes on the fear of others, she lives through her own fears as nightmares when she sleeps.

"Man, I'm so smart!" Kaminari praised himself, patting himself on the back.

With that context, he could finally move forward in her entries. She didn't seem to write a lot, as her entries were always weeks, even months apart. But during the past year, she seemed to be writing more frequently.

Sometimes, it was random reminders or doodles that took up a whole page. But on occasion, it would be in depth entries about what she was going through.

She stopped writing dates above her entries, but Kaminari could tell everything was taking place within their third year, because she often mentioned certain people events or that occurred in the previous year, such as Shinso, who she started dating at the beginning of the year.

Instead, she labeled each entry with a title, as if she were writing a short story for a book.

Kaminari turned on his lamp as he sat comfortably as his desk, ready to dive into the first entry.

Honestly, he was nervous to find out the real y/n.

Was she the same sugarplum smelling sweetheart that the whole school loved? Or was she struggling to hold onto her own sanity?

Kaminari knew if he found out the truth, he'd feel an obligation to help her...

But he loved her.

So he'd do anything to help her.

nightmare

it won't stop. the more intense training gets, the worse my nightmares are.

i can't stop though. my dream is to become a hero. i can't give up because i'm too weak.

but i'm so scared to sleep. i can't keep dreaming of my fears. it's too much.

i spend every night alone in my dorm, talking to myself to keep me busy. or i'll sit in the common room, thinking.

it's pretty boring at night. no one is awake.

but i can't sleep. i refuse to. i don't wanna live through more nightmares.

i want a cure for this.

i want someone to talk to.

i need someone to ask me how i'm doing. not the other way around.

but i don't want to be a burden.

it's fine though, because i can bare with it. i've dealt with it for this long, i can keep going.

i wish my dads were here. i wanna visit them. maybe they could help me

The rest of the entry was scribbled out.

"Her dads...that's right. Her fathers moved to America, she mentioned that before..." Kaminari whispered, recalling a sunken memory from a few months ago.

He then re read the sentences;

i spend every night alone in my dorm, talking to myself to keep me busy. or i'll sit in the common room, thinking.

"Does that mean..."