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"Hotaru, you asshole." Tsukishima, from his spot on the couch besides your form, visibly twitches at your words. It is not so much as the comment that is obviously aimed at him — he knows he is an asshole, after all — that rattles him, but at the notion of how you opt to misspell his name when you clearly know he hates it. How long have you two been dating again? Has he not gone over this before? He scowls, and lets out a nose of disapproval. "What's with you, idiot? I thought we went over this a week ago," he chips. You, on the other hand, lays down on the couch which space is entirely covered by your body, hands quickly scrol

There is a rumor that spiritual beings, like the phantom, like to occupy places that have some connections to their past lives. One of the reasons why they would be disturbing someone is when, one: the person disturbs their resting place and the area that they live; and two: someone is connected to them via some internal, spiritually-connected level that no one knows what it is or what to call it. The former feels more like to [Name] at this point of time, who happens to be wide awake in bed, sheets tangled at her feet and sweat accumulating on her forehead. Her eyes stares onto the cracks evident on the ceiling above her, the lights having

The interior of the gift shop is full of things Allen would love to buy… if only he knows which one [Name] likes the most. Nonetheless, he starts poking around, followed by a confused Miranda, and an irritated-looking Kanda. Having just concluded their mission in Paris, Allen decides to make a stop at this one shop which he knows sells nice gifts for anyone who’s visiting the country. [Name] has had a knack for gifting people whenever they are not expecting it, and to Allen, this will be the perfect chance to repay her. Kanda, however, simply watches from the sidelines, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Remind me again why

“The stars are really pretty tonight, aren’t they?” [Name] is right, Allen could see that. The stars are particularly pretty that night, even though it was raining so hard earlier; they could barely see the sky at all. But now, with the clouds cleared away, and a soft breeze passing by, nothing could beat the gleaming diamonds that decorate the darkened atmosphere. The young Walker boy wonders how many nights has left that he could spend like this with her. With [Name]. He tightens his arms around her torso, nearly choking the air out of her and surprising her. But then, she smiles knowingly, and presses herself agains

The water splashes, rippling white against cooling blue with every passing wave of his arms against it. Yet, it isn’t the one that catches [Name]’s attention the most; it is the way he swims that enraptures her, catching her in a trance. Yamazaki Sousuke has been at it for the last two hours, never stopping, allowing himself brief moments of breaks before he dives back into the pool again. His form is perfect, sculpted in the way swimmers should be, and his style is one that powers through his strokes and lets him conquer the water like he owns it. Butterfly, they call it. Not like [Name] really cares, as long as she can watch h

“You remember the plan, right? Don’t let her know that I’m on.” A sigh, a tentative blink of a pair of teal eyes. “For the tenth time, Rin, no, I won’t. Now, settle down and be quiet, she’s going to be around any time now.” The maroon-haired swimmer on the other side of the line groans, wiping shaking digits across his face exasperatedly. Ugh, he couldn’t get any more nervous than he is now. It hasn’t been a few days since he last suggested this – well; it has to work, right? It was an idea, thoroughly mapped out and planned every detail from A to Z that both a certain child

PROLOGUE To her, the rain felt like a concealment to the disaster that had been waiting to happen. Blood trickled down her fingers, from the open gash on her shoulder that was oozing thick, red liquid; each time a raindrop made contact with it, she hissed, and scooted further into the shadowy side of the shade. It hurts… How long had it been? It couldn’t have been more than a quarter of the night. She knew that the moon was still out, yet clumps of grayish clouds and the heavy rain obscured the only source of light she could ever depend on. It was dark; the kind of darkness that would usually envelope her with tranquility,

Modern AU! Ryoma, the high prince of Hoshido, is considered to be one of the country’s most prominent leaders. He is, after all, of regal birth, entirely blue-blooded and, as befitting his title, the most skilled swordsman the kingdom has ever had. And one of his best traits is he never misses a single kendo practice every time after college classes ended. Which is why, during one evening, everyone is surprised to see that the young, eldest, crown prince of Hoshido is nowhere to be seen near the dojo. “Y-Your Highness!” Azama is like a lost father, frantically looking around in search of his lost son. “Your Highness

Does it kill you to know that you only have thirty days to live? It does, to me. Well, in a way I’ve come to accept it. With only thirty days, what can I do, but to come to terms with it? No one else is going through this with me. Just me, and me alone. I’m sorry. In the end, I can’t keep my promise with you. “[Name].” I look into green eyes, a pair of gems whose life I’ve been promised to. Thirty days. Thirty days are all I have to stare into those emerald pools, before I succumb to death. “They told you?” my voice is shaky, a low tone covering its quivering quality, but its sound hit

[06:04] “[Name]-chan, wake up. It’s your turn to bathe.” “…uuuuurgh—Can I just stay in bed today? I don’t feel like going?” “[Name]-chan, no can do. Wake up, or the water will go cold.” “No.” “[Name]-chan.” “No.” “[Name]-chan, look here.” “Nooooo… I need more sleeeee—WHAT THE HECK SUGAWARA PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON AAAAA—“ [06:45] “Are you okay?” “Yeah, for now. Thanks to you, though, I can’t get that image out of my head.” “A-ahah, I’m sorry, but I re

i. MESSAGE FROM: [Unknown Number]. DATE: 06-03-???? TITLE: SUB: BODY: Hello? Is anybody there? MESSAGE TO: [Unknown Number] DATE: 06-03-???? TITLE: SUB: BODY: Who is this? MESSAGE FROM: [Unknown Number] DATE: 06-03-???? TITLE: SUB: BODY: Ah, thank god you replied MESSAGE FROM: [Unknown Number] DATE: 06-03-???? TITLE: SUB: BODY: To be honest, I’m kind of lost MESSAGE FROM: [Unknown Number] DATE: 06-03-???? TITLE: SUB: BODY: I just found a really important info belonged to some group but when I try to contact everyone, none of them answered MESSAGE FROM: [Unknown Number] DATE: 06-03-???? TITLE: SUB: BODY: So I was wondering if

Kirishima Natsuya is a pain in the ass. [Name] doesn’t even know how she’s able to hold on like this with a guy like him lounging around her. As classmates, she’s probably managed to hold on because, well, their relationship is based on that – classmates! But outside… “[Last Name] [First Name], go out with me!” Can he be even more persistent than he is now? “For the last time, Kirishima, no,” she says, turning back to the bento box she’s neglected for the past two minutes since he barged into her secret spot – the roof. “How many times do we have to reenact this sit

i n t e r p r e t a t i o n . | serizawa nao | 02 | 1. “[Sora]-chan, you won’t believe what I’m about to tell you!” Since when does Kaya ever add any prefixes to my name, let alone ‘-chan’? “What is it?” I say, suddenly not in the mood for anything or anyone today. It is still fairly early and I sleep a little too late last night, so my mood is kind of jumbled. Of course, I inevitably had to remind myself of what happened last night… Stupid [Sora]. Kaya sounds a little too excited when she says it, “Nao-senpai called me yesterday!” I freeze. Of course, he would. S