Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

Aftermath

Dear Diary,

I'm not okay.

I know that I told Izuku that I was during breakfast, but I'm not. I feel sick and there's this weight on my chest that makes it impossible to properly breathe because it hurts. Also my eyes kinda sting so that sucks too.

I thought I would be okay a little bit when I wake up but I just feel worse than I did yesterday. Maybe it's because it's all hitting me at once? I don't know. I'm tired. I didn't sleep well because I kept thinking about what happened. I also cried again last night. I'm sorry about that. I said I was gonna try and be strong but I failed.

I failed, just like our friendship failed.

I'm such a failure...

I don't know if I can go through today. I don't wanna go to school. I don't feel like existing in general. It took everything in me to get out of bed and join the others. I wasn't even hungry and the food tasted bland, apologies to the chef. I think the only thing that is keeping me together are those two cups of coffee I took.

Apart from that, I guess things are kinda okayish in the external departments. At first, I was nervous when I went down because I didn't know how the others would act around me but in retrospect, I actually had nothing to worry about.

The boys still don't know what Satori said because if they did, Mineta would've blabbed already. The girls are acting like nothing happened, which is great even though some of them are terrible at acting (Yaoyorozu and Uraraka). All in all, it's as if things are back to normal, with the only exception being Izuku, who keeps hovering over me like a mother hen with this constant look of concern on his face. But it's okay I guess. If it's him then I don't mind.

Since things have been pretty okay so far, I can't complain. Actually, I can but I only had three spare minutes to write this entry before I leave for school so my time is almost up.

Anyway, I don't know how today will go but I hope it goes well at least. Or something funny happens. Honestly, at this point I'm open for anything, I don't care anymore.

Fuck it. I don't know. I just want this day to end already so I can be alone again. I'm exhausted with the world. I don't wanna talk to people but at the same time, I really wanna talk to someone. I know that getting out of this room means that I'll have to act as if I'm okay even when I'm not. I don't know if I can do this.

I̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e f̶u̶c̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s

I̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y

Things will be better someday.

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(Y/n) stepped into the empty corridor and closed the door behind her. She leaned back against it with a sigh, crushing her backpack in between, and allowed the back of her head to hit the door. Her (e/c) eyes absentmindedly roamed the overhead ceiling before she dragged her hands down her face.

The day before still felt so surreal to her, like it was just a bad dream she had. Yet at the same time, it felt like she was reliving it every time her mind strayed back to the haunting memories. It was all so weird and she hated every moment of it.

Blowing out her cheeks, she dug her hand into her pocket for her phone. Bringing it up to her face, she tapped on the screen.

No new notifications.

A dull ache resonated within her chest as she limply dropped her hand. On a normal day, she'd send Satori a text wishing her a good day, or the other way around. Now...