I just wanted to write it and test it out. It a thing that can't really be discontinued because there was never anything TO discontinue. Just reading a distant admirer's thoughts about the life surrounding her.

This is a 27xOC FF, though it's pretty much one-sided.

I don't own Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn. 'Cause if I did, it wouldn't be so awesome.

Dear Diary,

This is the first time I've ever written one of these, I've heard from my friends that it's a good way to express the way your feelings in private and secret. I decided to try it out, since it sort of feels lonely…

My life is obviously a normal one. I doubt it'd be as interesting as the ones you read in mangas and stuff. As cool as they may be, it's quite impossible. Though, what is quite a pain to keep is an unrequited love. I currently have one, and man is it completely one-sided. I doubt he knows I even exist. His name is Sawade Tsunayoshi, or Tsuna for short. He's known as 'No-good Tsuna', because he doesn't really have any good points, but I don't mind. He's extremely nice and kind, no matter what anyone says, even if he is useless. He tries his hardest, though it sometimes doesn't really pay off for him…

Moving on, I guess I'll get to the point of keeping a diary. Currently, I'm in the same year and class as Tsuna, as I have been for quite some time. I like to watch him from afar because I'm scared of confessing, since the whole school pretty much knows that Tsuna is deeply in love for Kyoko. Lucky girl. She doesn't really seem to notice it or care, which makes me mad. But I can't really be angry at her for just that, so I don't do anything. I'm just a person that loves from afar, which is quite pathetic, I know.

I tend to worry about Tsuna every time he does something. He ran, nearly late for school and fell flat on his face. Fortunately, he was fine, only a scratch on his cheek and dirt on his face. Later I quickly put my handkerchief in his shoe locker and a quick note, and then ran to mine, acting like nothing. I was in the middle of changing my shoes when I saw him open his locker and read the note I left and, the dirt on his face smudged. I assumed he tried to wipe it off, failing. He blinked repeatedly at the note. He smiled! He really smiled! It made me blush and turn to look away, hoping he didn't notice.

The note I left said 'You seemed to need it. You can keep it."

What makes me happy is the fact that he uses my handkerchief from time to time.

… I feel like I'm telling a story. Oh well, technically I am.

I wonder if I even used a diary correctly… Not that it really matters. It feels nice to write out my thoughts and such, I guess I'll do this more often!

Well, I've got to go help my little sister with her homework and then go to sleep.

-Yuna