Dear Diary, {KyouHaba}

One.

   Dear Diary, or whatever this book is. I don't know, got it from my grandmother. I'd feel bad if I didn't use it, but I don't need anymore notebooks for school. I'll probably just rant. Wait, back on track. Dear Diary,

   Today was... a messy day. Practice was tough, I'm always distracted. I don't know why, but I zone out and I can't even remember what I think about.

   I feel really bad because Oikawa's getting frustrated. He really wants to go to Nationals, but I think he thinks I may end up slowing the team down. And I get after Kyoutani for half-assing everything. 

   Wait, Kyoutani... he's been showing up to practice a lot. On the days when he's not there, I can play fine, but I get distracted when he's there. What the fuck?? Argh, damn you gay thoughts. 

   I should get Hanamaki and Matsukawa to give me some good jokes. I ship those two. I remember reading Makki's texts over his shoulder. 

Makki: "I wanna tell you a joke but I can only remember the punch line"
Mattsun: "Tell me anyways"
Makki: "Tooth hurty"
Mattsun: "When's the best time to go to the dentist?"
Makki: "You complete me" 

   I think that was the conversation. Either way, it was cute as hell and they needa start fucking.

   Ew, now I'm thinking about how I want a relationship. Damn.

   Whelp. Later, book of many blank pages that I may never use again.

   Kyoutani found the first entry kind of funny. He didn't understand the part about him though. He flipped to the next page. 

   DeAr DiArY (next to this is a doodle of the spongebob meme)

   Practice sucked again, I got hit in the face. Kyoutani ended up having to basically carry me to the nurse's office.

   I'm still dizzy. Wait, my nose is bleeding. Ew it got on the page D:

   I either just thought of someone hot and didn't realize, or my brain is slowly bleeding out through my nose.

   Wait.

   I can sacrifice myself to Satan, using this book.

   Hanamaki and Matsukawa can preform the ritual, I'm out. Bye bitches.