Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

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Dear Diary,

I, have made a terrible mistake!

(Y/n) fervently chewed on her bottom lip as she continued jotting down her experience in her diary.

Was it avoidable? Yes. Was it necessary? No. Was it for the greater good? Probably. Does this now certify me as lovesick? Totally.

She paused her writing and squeezed her eyes shut. She took in a deep breath before opening them and continued writing.

I mean, it all started as a little game, no biggie. I just wanted to have fun with my classmates while I sort out my feelings on the low, so then, how did it end up like this? How did i

Her shaky hand paused once more and she released her chewed up lip from between her teeth. The night's events passed through her mind and she twisted up her face into one of despair and regret. She pretty much regretted her existence at that point to be honest. She looked back at the unfinished sentence and made a whining noise while making the same face as earlier.

She just wanted to die.

Pressing the tip of her pen back to the paper, she finished her sentence.

t end up with me nearly confessing my feelings and ending up in his room in one fucking night?!!!

Four hours earlier***

And all that was left for Blair was to go forth or to go back. She chose none because 'tis the present she lived for; not the past nor the future. She just hoped that Dominic would understand that and maybe...choose the present with her. Forever.

The End.

Wait, that's it? In hopes of getting an epilogue or something to satisfy her teeming suspense, (Y/n) tried scrolling down to the next page, only to be met with the dreaded 'You are at the end of the story'. She crinkled her nose in despair when the crashing feeling of the book's end finally dawned on her and she quit the application.

Great. Now what am I supposed to do now? She tucked the phone under her pillow and stared up at her room's ceiling. She didn't bother to turn off her bedside lamp, allowing her room to be bathed in the warm, low glow of the light.

She tugged the duvet up a bit and blew out her cheeks. The story she was reading was a nice distraction from what was really bothering her mind. The fact that Katsuki may or may not have messed with her emotional and mental state, costing her team's victory (which she regretted letting him easily take her flag after she was given the look of judgment by Shouto) and her peace of mind (as she couldn't understand why she was still thinking about it nearly two days since the incident), still disturbed her to the point she had shut herself in her dorm room for the whole weekend.

Unluckily for her, her parents had gotten the wonderful idea of going for a getaway vacation during that particular weekend and had strictly told her not to go home when there was no one else around.

Yeah, and thanks mom and dad, because avoiding Katsuki for two whole days has been a piece of fucking cake. But anyway, if she had to choose between staying in school and having to stay home to take care of her seven-year-old gremlin of a brother, she'd rather take her chances with the first.

Not only did she have to force her miserable self to wake up one hour earlier than the others so that she could have breakfast with the early birds (see: Iida, Shouto and Yaoyorozu), but she also had to miss dinner two times in a row to minimize contact with him.

Why she made herself suffer because of him, she had no idea but if it meant not having to see Katsuki's infuriating smug face, then she'd gladly suffer.