3 Works by animeruinedmylife
07 Jan 2019
He had been fighting alone for what felt like hours now and in between the smoke, the debris flying around and his own chemical-smelling sweat, he wasn’t feeling so good.
He was not going to give up – that was the last thing on his mind. But after years of therapy and learning from good friends, he knew when he needed to call for help.
The grand problem was that nobody came to his aid.
; or, Katsuki is an adult and has learnt that he doesn't have to fight alone. Now, his worst nightmare is being left alone to die.
I used to have really sudden mood swings, you know? I am a naturally happy person. It's my default mode.
Or at least that's what everyone that sort-of-knows-me would say. Someone that actually knows me would say that I am complicated.
For a few years now, I haven't had them. I have no idea if they were caused by the stress I put myself under while in school, but ever since I left college, I have 'mellowed out', as Akaashi likes to say. He was usually the one to pull me from the darkness. He was very good at it.
Hopefully, he never has to take on that responsibility again. I really hope I'm healed.
If he was completely honest with himself, he felt better when there was noise around. He liked noise. It drowned the bad thoughts. Or at least they were harder to hear than in quietness.
But thinking back on it, he was grateful for the calm and quietness. If it hadn’t been as quiet as it was, he would’ve never heard it. The sniffles, the soft and almost muted whimpers. He would bow in thanks to any god he didn’t believe in for that moment. The sounds, the only sounds in the night, came from his best friend’s room.