Dear Diary, {KyouHaba}

Eight.

   Kyoutani took out his phone and scrolled through his Instagram. Sure enough, he had posted a picture of the roses and chocolates. 12 roses. Expensive chocolates. The note. Everything added up. Kyoutani threw his phone across the room, luckily it had a good case, and buried his face in his hands as he blushed. 

   Hey hey Diary,

   My head is better. I'm still really tired though. It might just be from stress. I've picked up old habits from when I used to get really stressed. I'm pulling at the skin on the back of my hand. I have a bunch of scabs from it bleeding. I think it's from all the family drama, and having a crush, and the volleyball team. We're not doing so well. Exams are soon too. I just want to cry. I'm so stressed. I need a hug. A big hug. I suppose I could talk to dad or Chiaki.. but I'd rather talk to a friend. I think I'm gonna hang out with Hanamaki and Matsukawa today.

   How the fuck is Makki so smart?? He literally guessed my crush in a few seconds. We were playing truth or dare and I picked truth, and that's the question Matsukawa asked me. Hanamaki answered for me, and I probably went as red as a tomato. They both died laughing and I just took a can of beer and chugged it. Not a smart idea, I feel sick. I drank way too much. It'll be worse in the morning, and there's school tomorrow. Nice one, Yahaba.