The Scent Of Insanity [KiriDeku] (Vol.2)

Stars (3)

Days went by, and Izuku and Eijirou found a way to cope with each other. They'd just ignore each other's presence, focus on what the teacher was saying, or their friends. To both of them, it was surprisingly easy

Eijirou picked up hobbies, like writing, or sketching, anything that'd take effort. His friends supported him, and it became an outlet. 
He was healthy, and he worked hard to be. 

Sketching wasn't hard, though it left his room messy, and his hands full of charcoal. He'd laugh to himself, sitting in the mess of art supplies he bought for himself. 

The writing was harder, it didn't come as easily as it should've. He always found himself writing about the same things. 

His notebook, filled with scribbled out words, ripped out pages. Only doodles filled the corners, everything else wasn't good enough to him. 
It was all the same subject, problems rather than solutions. 

He had a different way of coping, it was how he'd gotten so far. Writing, talking, it wasn't how he helped himself. It was coming to terms with his problems, no solutions. 

It was rethinking, more crying, more unnecessary feelings to reread the same emotion. The same heartbreak, era, scene, it was feeling it again. No matter what the words said, it came back to the same thing. 

Star like freckles, hair shaped like clouds, smile as bright as the sun. The sky, the stars were always there, through every season. In the day and the night, even if they were hidden behind light pollution, or the burning of their sun. In every one of his drawings, in the back of his head, in the doodles in his notebook. In the words. 

All he saw, they were stars.