[Katsuki might come across a lost message in a bottle... It's not addressed to anyone. And it's not signed by anyone either.]
There's something I've always wanted to say but I've always been too afraid to say it. Maybe it'll be easier to write it out. Someone told me that the ocean has a way of helping with that. So, here I am.
I've always wondered how I got myself here. How I feel about him. How I let it get so bad. I thought for a long time that I would be able to just bury those feelings deep down inside until they became just a murmur that I could ignore.
But I don't know. Lately. It's felt like that murmur is getting louder again. I don't like it. But I also like it. I don't know what to do.
I just want to stay where he is. I don't want to ruin what we've fixed. If I say anything I'll ruin everything. And I don’t want to go back to him hating me.
That's all. I don't know what I'm doing. Thanks for listening, Ocean.
[Katsuki was just out for a run on the beach when the glint of the sun shining off something caught his eye and he found himself happening upon the bottle. He takes a break to fish the paper out because he's curious.
Something about it begs a reply. He can't explain it. Maybe it's because those feelings hit home. Burying feelings deep and being afraid of what letting them out means.
He knows that the odds of a reply finding the writer are slim to none, but he does it anyway.]
Know you were probably just writing it out to get it out, but I found your letter and it seemed like you needed some advice. So here it is.
If he would hate you just for wanting to be near him, he doesn't deserve the time and energy. I'm saying it from the other side of a situation. I hated someone who didn't do anything wrong. And now it's on me to do the legwork to fix it and show them I can be worth the faith they put in me.
If I fuck it up, it's on me. And if this guy you're writing about fucks it up, it's on him.
[He doesn't sign it or even end it properly. He just... leaves it at that. And back into the ocean it goes.]
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bottle message
There's something I've always wanted to say but I've always been too afraid to say it. Maybe it'll be easier to write it out. Someone told me that the ocean has a way of helping with that. So, here I am.
I've always wondered how I got myself here. How I feel about him. How I let it get so bad. I thought for a long time that I would be able to just bury those feelings deep down inside until they became just a murmur that I could ignore.
But I don't know. Lately. It's felt like that murmur is getting louder again. I don't like it. But I also like it. I don't know what to do.
I just want to stay where he is. I don't want to ruin what we've fixed. If I say anything I'll ruin everything. And I don’t want to go back to him hating me.
That's all. I don't know what I'm doing. Thanks for listening, Ocean.
Re: bottle message
Something about it begs a reply. He can't explain it. Maybe it's because those feelings hit home. Burying feelings deep and being afraid of what letting them out means.
He knows that the odds of a reply finding the writer are slim to none, but he does it anyway.]
Know you were probably just writing it out to get it out, but I found your letter and it seemed like you needed some advice. So here it is.
If he would hate you just for wanting to be near him, he doesn't deserve the time and energy. I'm saying it from the other side of a situation. I hated someone who didn't do anything wrong. And now it's on me to do the legwork to fix it and show them I can be worth the faith they put in me.
If I fuck it up, it's on me. And if this guy you're writing about fucks it up, it's on him.
[He doesn't sign it or even end it properly. He just... leaves it at that. And back into the ocean it goes.]