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Dear Katsuki Pt.7

Hiyaaa loveliessss <3333

Just wanna let you know that I won't be releasing any Dear Katsuki next week, as I want to begin and write some of my other requested stories. Which is why I've given y'all three parts this week! <333333

HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYYYYY!!!! <3333333333

LOVE Y'ALLLLLL <33333333

You sat in your room. A guilty feeling in your stomach. You hadn't needed to say all of that, especially not in front of Anderson. You sighed. It was one thing for you to argue with your sister this badly in front of your mom. It was a completely different thing to argue in front of a guest. You stared out the window, looking at the slowly darkening grey sky, the oak tree outside blowing in the wind. A spark came from besides you. It was the notebook. You smiled sadly and picked it up.

'Hey brat,

You haven't written in a while.

Just checking that you aren't dead.'

You huffed out a small chuckled, tears pricking your eyes again, and falling gently onto the partially blank page of the notebook, wetting the pages.

'Oh come on Y/N!' You thought to yourself, 'You said that hours ago! And you totally were in the right! Stop beating yourself up!'

Yet still, the tears fell from your cheeks, and quiet, restrained sobs sneaked out of your mouth. You stared at the Jujutsu Kaisen notebook you were holding. It had been a gift to you. In fact, a gift from Kara.

"Funny," You remembered, "You still cared about my final year exam results, you still wanted to cheer me up after I lost my soulmate string." Y

ou tightened your fist around it and hurled onto the floor with an angry cry.

"What is wrong with me!" You shouted, pulling your knees to your chest, "All because I can't have one person, I push everyone away."

You sobbed into your knees, your mind still refusing to let you acknowledge the wrong you had done, your heart knocking on your mind's door, trying to let you accept it. You had done wrong, and you were sorry for it. Truly, you were.

Yes, right now your sister drove you up the wall, mocking you and arguing with you and giving you backhanded comments whenever she could; but you still remembered the girl she was before. The girl who almost always came home with a new box set of manga on the first day of holidays. The girl who would come in with a pile of pillows and blankets to build you a fort when you were sad. The girl who gave you this note book.

The girl who had allowed you to possibly be communicating with your anime crush in another dimension, all by buying you a notebook.

A knock came from your bedroom door.

"Who is it?" You asked, your voice croaking from cyring.

"Y/N?" It was your mom, slipping into your bedroom and closing the door quietly behind her, "Y/N wha-."

"I know! I messed up! I shouldn't have said all of that to Kara and Anderson! Heck! I think they would make a great couple even! I'm such an idiot, and I deserve to be grounded."

The book on the floor glowed again, but you could only make out a few of the words.

Your mom smiled sadly and walked over to you, sitting down and handing you your giant Gojo plushie, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N, sweetie. What you said in some ways, wasn't wrong." She began, rubbing gently circles on your back, "You just expressed it in the wrong way."

You snorted, the sound muffled as your head was buried in the Gojo plushie, "Tell me about it."

"I know its been hard with your soulmate string not connecting, especially now that Kara has hers, and has found her soulmate," She gave you an encouraging squeeze, "And I know that since she began highschool, Kara hasn't been behaving in her best manner,"

You let out a kert laugh, "Indeed!"

"Y/N," Your mother warned you, "She's also struggling remember? Highschool wasn't easy when you started, and even then, you still had Macy to help you through it! Kara didn't have anyone, and once you two were in different schools as well as different years, your relationship changed, just like most sisters."

You sighed and squeezed Gojo so tight you thought you might break him in half, "What went wrong, mom?" You looked at her, tear tracks still on your face, "When did it all go wrong!?"

"When she got her soulmate string at the beginning of first year." Your mom stated, "You were jealous."

You scoffed and looked away embarrassedly.

"Don't tell me you weren't," Your mom continued, "And she was thrown into a whole new social life without her big sibling Y/N to help her. Then she made friends, and maybe, all this snarkiness, is because she's jealous? Or maybe she was more hurt by your sudden self isolation than you realise?"You nodded, wiping your eyes again.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Your mom asked, looking at you worried, "You've rubbed your eyes three times in one minute."

You shrugged, "I think something's in my eye." You blinked, then realised it was light flashing into your eyes. You looked down, only to see your note book flashing like a rave light on steroids.

Your mom chuckled, "Did you scare your pen pall?" She teased, then covered her mouth as if she had made a mistake, "Oh my mistake, I mean your book boyfriend."

"Mom!" You blushed, hitting her with Gojo, the forever snot covered honoured one.

Your mom laughed, "Okay okay, but you should probably answer that, sweetie. Before he kills us all with that nasty light." She shielded her eyes melodramatically and rolled off the bed.

"Okay." You smiled, wiping tear tracks off your cheeks, "See you Mom."Your mom walked out of the room, then poked her head back through the door, "And sweetie, I'll bring up some brownies in a couple minutes; and don't worry about Anderson, he was just worried about you."

You raised your eyebrow and frowned, "Really? Okay."

Your mom smiled and shut the door. When you proceeded to throw yourself onto the floor and pick up the notebook, glowing bright gold still.

'Good grief,' you thought.

Eighteen written notes, slowly progressing from mild concern to pure, raging fury, ending with:

'****** ***** **** ****** ******!!!! BRAT WHAT THE **** IS WRONG!?!? ARE YOU ******* DEAD!? ARE YOU CRYING!?'

You blinked, how did he know you were upset? You stared at the notebook page again, then your eyes widened. You had ended up crying onto the pages.

No.

It couldn't be.

No way.

DID HE SEE YOUR TEARS ON THE BOOK TOO?!