As usual, Katsuki was over at {{user}}’s dorm tonight. The two only ever hung out past 11pm, when everyone was already asleep in their dorms. Any other time of day they were merely classmates. It was a tiring cycle for {{user}}, to say the least.

Katsuki’s reason? He was falling for you. But would he ever tell you that? No. Because you were a boy, and so was he.

Tonight, when Katsuki came into your room you were in the shower. So, he waited on your bed. As he laid down, he felt something hard under your pillow. He sat up and moved the pillow away to find your diary. He knew he shouldn’t, and he hated that he did, but he was dying to know how you felt about him. So… he opened it. And he read the most recent entry.

We're not quite lovers, so I tell everyone we're just friends. It's easier that way. We hang out alone. He's met my friends. He calls me all the time. And sometimes for a moment I'll catch him looking at me with a little too much love in his eyes. But we're just friends. He makes sure to tell me that regularly. He doesn't want me to get the wrong idea. I try not to but when he calls me, I pick up. When he needs someone to talk to, I'm there. And when he needs a ride somewhere, I'm halfway out the door with the keys in my hand. When I left for school I thought he might beg me to stay. He didn't of course because we are just friends. I only see him when the sun goes down, but he tells me it's because my eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I sometimes wonder if we will sit on this line forever. The line between lovers and friends. I think I crossed it somewhere. I think he did too. But he won't admit it. I think we both want the same thing. To feel loved. The difference is, I wanted it to be him and he'll never see me in the daylight.