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─── entry twelve.

i don't think i have many regrets, not a lot. one would be avoiding my mother for so long. but when i did finally start writing her letters, that vanished. i realized i needed time and she realized that as well. another would be not working with my left side in the beginning. i could have been better by the time i reached ua, but i also needed time for that. my father is an ass, so my regret also vanished.

and the only other regret i have would be not talking to y/n. i needed time. i waited too long. and i can't find a way to get rid of my regret, now. there is no way to get rid of it. i can't start talking to y/n and laugh about how much time i needed to finally do so once we were friends. it's heavy. i think it's that feeling in my chest that just won't go away. maybe it never will. i'm not planning for it to leave anytime soon. but living with regret seems hard. it weighs me down. a lot.

i can't really focus. i feel like laying down all the time. and i just want to sleep, i think. i wonder if i could sleep away the regret. is that a thing? because it's taking too long to go away.

i'm not sure. i'm not really sure of anything anymore.

—— shouto.

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"IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT," is what midoriya continues to tell todoroki when he finally decides to talk to him. he makes todoroki feel a little better with his logical reasoning.

but todoroki doesn't think the guilt and regret will completely go away anytime soon. he still doesn't know how to get rid of the heavy feeling in his chest.

"try writing," midoriya said with a wobbly smile. "that's what you did in the first place to get out your feelings, right? writing can make your thoughts clear and easier to understand. i would know— you should know."

todoroki lowered his eyes at the papers on his desk. he'd just been reading through his notes he could've sent to y/n. "i don't know what to write about now that she's..."

"write about the situation. something that would make your chest feel lighter... write about what you regret. what you would've done differently... it's up to you, todoroki." midoriya pushed himself from his desk with another shaky smile, "i hope you feel better!"

todoroki nodded slowly, "yeah... thank you, midoriya." he peered down at his entiries again and the smallest smile quirked at his lips. perhaps now, he could write a bit of poetry about y/n.

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