𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪/𝚁. 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

Dear diary,
Finally managed to get ahold of you again my old friend. Of course your not that old, you're the 13th volume.

This volume is going to be incomplete sadly due to the days I lost in here but its okay.
So far nothing bad has happened. Of course I've had some difficulty adjusting but at least I'm not alone.

Speaking of Reo, he seems to be doing... okayish. They just lost a match against the dubbed worst team in blue lock and he's a little down but I hope he feels better. Playing any game has guaranteed losses.

Anyways that's all for today soldier, stay strong volume 13. Let's hope I don't rip out pages from you to make origami out of.
Love Aki.

I placed the book into my bag with the others before taking my other one. This one wasn't a diary or anything: It's my own novel I'm writing.

It's about a boy with everything and the one thing he wants he can't have.

I guess it's based off of Reo... somewhat.
I don't think Reo wants something he doesn't have other than the world cup but this story isn't about anything like that.
It's more about affection.

This boy in my book wants affection.
They do say a book reveals more about the writer than the story.

I wrote chapter five, my pen just gliding across the page as a cruel smile makes its way to my face. There's nothing I love more than giving characters hardship.

Theres nothing I love then a character breaking down until they have no personality. Of course, what I love second is a character having some sort of trigger.

A trigger that makes them remember what they oh so desperately tried to forget.

Whether it be a relationship, a hobby or just a place. I love it so much.

Of course coming in third is... CHARACTERS WHO ARE ASSHOLES.

I would hate them in real life but they're my one way to let out my frustration against anyone I dislike. Or just anyone I'm mad at.

After finishing off two pages I put the books away and put them next to my bed.

I opened my bedroom door and headed to one of the empty training rooms. I placed down a ball and with all my strength, I kicked it. The blue lock man jumped to get it but it curved and went underneath.

He was artificial intelligence so of course he isn't as good as me. He through it back and I kicked it once more.

This was repetitive, eventually I was tired and I fell back onto the ground.

The lights are so bright... maybe I'll just take a nap here...

I turned over so the lights were no longer blinding me before my whole world went black.

Meanwhile―୨୧

"Where is she?" The male whispered to himself while he searched the facility.

He opened the door to my room to see nothing. He noticed my bed unmade and set it up for when I wanna get into it later.

It was late and usually he'd say goodnight but I wasn't there and he was getting a bit worried.

He opened one of the training rooms doors to see, nothing.

This was causing him so much anxiety he was starting to sweat.

After another 20 minutes he still hadnt found me and he finally reached the one I was in. Once he saw me on the floor he was a bit worried but not much anymore. He shook me awake.

"Hehe, that tickles..." I whispered in my sleep and he just deadpanned, not worried anymore.

"Wake up, you're on the floor."

I opened my eyes and stared before I pinched his cheeks. "Muh uh, wooow you look like an angel with the lights..."

"Uh huh?" He raised an eyebrow with a smirk threatening to stretch across his face.

"I wanna bite you..." This was normal, when I wake up I don't realise I'm no longer dreaming.

"You do, do ya?" His eye did that thing where one goes down but the other is open fully. I never understood how he could do that. He had a grin from ear to ear by now.

"Yeah..." I sat up, and rubbed my eyes until my eyelashes were nolonger stuck together.

"Are you still tired?"

"No, now I wanna give you a makeover hehe." I laughed and dragged him to my room where I grabbed all my make up, nail polish and hair stuff.

"No."
"Pleaseee?"
"Nope."

I frowned with a pout, my bottom lip trembling.

"Still no." He refused with his arms crossed.

I then looked down at my lap sadly, of course his face softened and so did his resolve.

"Fine..." he whispered with a sigh.

I smiled innocently as if I didn't just guilt him into this. I then grabbed his hand and opened the black nail polish bottle. "I think this one will suit you and its shiny."

"I do not care."
"So this one it is!"

I painted it over his nails and blew on them gently so they'd dry faster.

I then grabbed some lip gloss and her moved when I tried to put it on him.

"No." He denied it.

"Why not?" I pouted again.

"Because I dislike it very much."
"Okay lil rich boy."
"You're over 15 centimetres shorter than me."

I deadpanned and flicked his forehead. "Fuck off."

"Ow?? Its the truth." I flicked him on the forehead again.

"Stop that!" He grabbed my hand and pulled it down.

My lips formed a thin line before I used my other hand and flicked his forehead again. "I'm older I get to say."

He grabbed my other wrist and pulled that down too. "That's not how it works."

"Says the one holding a dear damsel down." I sniffled in distress.

He just deadpanned and his eye twitched.
"You're no damsel."

"I am!"
"No you're not."
"Uh huh."

He pulled my wrists to him so his face was just a couple centimetres from mine. "You're not. You're too confident to be a damsel."

"But in stories the princess as such is very pretty, you saying I'm not pretty?" I tilted my head.

"No, many ladies are pretty without being a damsel. And you're the prettiest one." His facial expression never changed, he still had such a serious face.

I on the other hand... my face was red and since his hands had finally let go of my wrists I covered my face. "You can't just say that!"

"You're the one who asked if your pretty." He smirked with a chuckle.

"Shut upp!"

Note: happy birthday to my purple eyed king 😍❤️‼️‼️‼️
It's over 1k words so shut up if you say it's too short istg