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oh no, it seems ive been stranded on an island with no wifi for a week. jokes aside IM SO SORRY AJFHSJFNSJFHSJF i have no excuse :( im so so sorry i havent checked in for a whilleee... how are you doing these days? hope school isnt keeping you too busy, school sucks. remember to take care fo yourself!! dont stay up to late for homework! (speaking as a hypocrite- its literally 1 am for me lol.) ily, you're amazing and you got this! (whatever you're doing, or wanna do!)

- 🌱 anon

HII IT'S BEEN WEEKS AND I'M SORRY TO SOME PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO IS REQUESTING, i'll probably be able to post it but not very soon. i've been busy with school and its organizations and my laptop broke down :v

and i very much struggle with writing stories by phone and i rarely get go sign permission to use the house's desktop computer so do bare with me 😞😞‼️‼️

i hope you're doing well 🌱 anon, lovelots and i do miss u 🥹🥹‼️‼️

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hey, have you been feeling alright? its been a couple days since your last post,,, i know you dont owe any of us writing and shouldnt be expected to post or anything!! just a little worried. heres another reminder that i think youre really, really cool and admirable- dont let anyone tell you otherwise!! also its totally alrigt if youre taking a break or something! just wanted to check in. have a good day/night/timezone!!!

- 🌱 anon

HII, i'm doing good, school is tiring esp that i belong to a clubs. i have no time opening apps too because after going home from school i'll study for the entrance exams for my next school year 😞🙏🏻🙏🏻

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hellooooo!! how have you been? personally life's been a little hectic for me atm lol. hope your problem got resolved, or it's gonna be! oh yeah, i'm furhter along on sakamoto days and it's really fun! i love it, and when i have more free time, i'm planning to start some other series to! a reminder that i think youre hard working and passionate!! youre a super amazing human being! ily, have a good day/night/timezone!

- 🌱 anon

hii i'm doing good :33 quite busy at school.

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Eriace, I know your Comeback Event has ended, but do you still have my remaining requests? If so, can you please send them back? Thanks.

hii, sadly no, i have already deleted it, sorry :((

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ANNOUNCEMENT 📢

the COMEBACK EVENT has officially ended! i am not accepting any requests anymore from it.

thank you for participating and i hope u enjoyed reading the oneshots i made from it :33 that's all !1

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spilled drinks ; nagumo yoichi

oneshot & fluff ↪  in which nagumo is used to teasing y/n for fun, but after a few drinks and one too many stolen glances, the truth slips. turns out, he flirts because he means it. and she’s been waiting for him to say it out loud. ↷ nagumo yoichi ; sakamoto days

↳ an order of americano from @riiin-n in the comeback cafe event !

IT STARTED LIKE every other late-night assignment wrap-up: a job well done, a few drinks to celebrate, and Nagumo being too relaxed for anyone's peace of mind.

Except this time, it was just the two of them.

Y/n’s legs dangled off the edge of the hotel balcony, a half-empty bottle of plum wine swaying from her fingertips. She was flushed, eyes bright, and her laughter danced into the warm night air.

Nagumo leaned against the railing beside her, sleeves rolled up, shirt untucked, hair messier than usual.

“Y’know,” she said, nudging his foot with hers, “for someone who jokes about love all the time, you never actually mean it.”

He arched a brow, amused. “Maybe I’m waiting for someone to take me seriously.”

“You? Serious?” She scoffed. “You flirt like it’s breathing.”

“Only with you.”

Silence.

She blinked, caught off guard. He didn’t look away, eyes soft and gold in the balcony light, voice quieter this time.

“You think I don’t mean it, but I do.”

Y/n tried to laugh, but it came out breathless. “You’re drunk.”

Nagumo grinned. “Exactly. That’s how you know I’m telling the truth.”

Her heart thumped hard. The air felt too warm.

“Say that again when you’re sober.”

He stepped closer, still casual, but the space between them vanished too quickly. His hand grazed her wrist—light, but lingering.

“You want me to wait?”

She swallowed.

“I want you to mean it.”

His thumb traced the edge of her knuckles.

“I’ve meant it since the day you kicked my ass during training and didn’t brag about it.”

“That’s a low bar.”

“Then let me raise it.” His voice dropped slightly. “I like the way you look at me when you think I’m not noticing. I like the way you always take the left side in a fight ‘cause you know it’s my blind spot. I like when you smile like you’re pretending not to.”

He leaned in. Close enough that her breath hitched. Close enough to smell the sweet wine on his lips.

“And if I kissed you right now?”

“I’d let you.”

“Would that ruin the joke?”

“No.” She smiled faintly. “It’d finally be the punchline.”

He kissed her. Soft, warm, unhurried—like a truth he’d been holding for too long. It didn’t taste like alcohol. It tasted like something sweeter, something real.

When they pulled back, their foreheads touched.

“You’re in trouble tomorrow,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“Because I’m holding you to everything you said.”

He laughed, low and genuine.

“Good. I’ll say it all again.”

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tell me why ; gaku

oneshot & fluff ↪  in which after a few drinks, gaku and y/n end up alone on a quiet rooftop, exchanging half-laughed, half-sincere confessions under city lights. it’s clumsy, soft, and real—just like the beginning of something more. ↷ gaku ; sakamoto days

↳ an order of americano from anonymous in the comeback cafe event !

THE CITY BELOW buzzed with late-night life—honking taxis, neon signs, drunken laughter. But up on the rooftop, it was still.

Still, save for two figures slumped against the old metal railing.

Gaku had his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and a lazy, crooked smile tugging at his lips. Beside him, y/n giggled into her palm, cheeks flushed from the shared bottle between them.

“You’re drunk,” Gaku said, voice slow and warm like honey.

“Nooo,” y/n said, drawing the word out, “I’m buzzed. Tipsy. Emotionally vulnerable, maybe.”

He snorted. “That’s worse.”

She looked up at him, hair falling over her eyes, eyes soft. “You know... you’re kinda cute when you smile like that.”

Gaku blinked. Stared at her.

Then looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t say stuff like that when you’re drunk.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll believe you.”

Silence.

The kind that wasn't awkward. Just... heavy. Full of the kind of truths that hovered right behind their teeth most days but never quite escaped.

Y/n nudged her knee against his.

“You’re supposed to say something nice back now. It’s the rules.”

He chuckled, slow and quiet.

Then turned his head, eyes lidded, voice low.

“You make everything feel lighter when you're around.”

Her breath caught.

“I hate being around people,” he added, almost like a confession. “But you're... different. You’re easy.”

A beat.

“...Not like—not like that. I mean—”

She laughed. Loud and sweet and genuine.

“Relax, killer. I know what you meant.”

He scratched at his cheek, embarrassed, then mumbled, “You're soft. Not weak, but... soft. Gentle. And I like that. I like you.”

It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t even fully coherent. But it was true.

The way he said it made her stomach flutter.

She leaned her head on his shoulder. He didn’t move. Just leaned his cheek gently against her hair.

The bottle was nearly empty. The stars weren’t visible through the light pollution. And yet, everything felt perfect.

“Gaku?”

“Hm?”

“Ask me again when we’re sober.”

He nodded.

“I will.”

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a whole mess ; shin asakura

oneshot & fluff ↪  in which after one too many drinks, y/n blurts out her long-hidden feelings for shin—as he listens in shock, panic, and very obvious heart eyes. the next morning? chaos. lots of it. ↷ shin asakura ; sakamoto days

↳ an order of americano from @myshinspiration in the comeback cafe event !

THE NIGHT STARTED with takoyaki and ended with tequila shots. Somewhere in between, Y/n lost her common sense, her volume control, and the ability to filter her thoughts.

Shin sat beside her in their usual izakaya booth, sipping soda because he was designated sober guy. He glanced at Y/n—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, swaying ever so slightly—and smiled.

“You good?”

“I’m great.” She nodded, then blinked. “Wait. No. I’m in love with you. That’s what I meant.”

Shin froze.

The world didn’t.

The music kept playing. The lights stayed warm. The other customers didn’t notice the emotional grenade she just tossed into his lap.

“...What?”

“You heard me, brain boy.” She poked his forehead. “You can read minds, right? So why didn’t you figure it out?”

Shin’s brain blue-screened. He stared at her, then at the glass in her hand.

“How much did you drink?”

“Not enough to lie! I’m drunk, not a coward.”

Later that night, she passed out across his couch, drooling slightly, with a blanket half-kicked onto the floor.

Shin sat nearby in complete silence, phone in hand, typing and deleting the same message a hundred times:

You confessed to me You said you love me You threw a sock at me and called me "emotionally blind."

He blinked. Set the phone down.

“I can’t believe I waited three years for alcohol to do my job.”

The next morning, Y/n woke up to the smell of miso soup and the feeling of dread.

Her head throbbed. Her memory... fuzzed.

She groaned and sat up. “What happened last night?”

From the kitchen, Shin’s voice drifted in.

“You told me you loved me.”

Her soul left her body.

“I what?”

“You also challenged me to a fight, lost to your own shoelaces, and declared war on emotionally unavailable men.”

She buried her face in a pillow.

“I need to move to another country.”

He walked in with soup and a smug look.

“Or... you could stay here. With me. You know. Since I like you too.”

She stared.

“You’re not saying that out of pity, right?”

“Nope.”

“Or fear?”

“Definitely not.”

“Or because I still have your shirt hostage?”

He laughed.

“Okay, maybe a little because of that.”

She flopped back down, groaning into the cushion. “I can never drink again.”

He set the bowl beside her.

“Please do. Apparently, drunk you is very productive.”

The next time they went drinking, she stuck to soda.

Still, she leaned in close, nudged his arm, and whispered,

“Sober me loves you too, by the way.”

He smiled, ears pink.

“Yeah. I know.”

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bullets ; shin asakura

oneshot & fluff ↪  in which shin takes y/n on what he insists is a “real” date… which somehow involves surveillance, a foot chase, and two near-death experiences. still, it ends with ice cream and maybe feelings—so she lets it slide. ↷ shin asakura ; sakamoto days

↳ an order of flat white from anonymous in the comeback cafe event !

SHIN ASAKURA HAD many talents. Reading minds. Dodging bullets. Making smartass remarks.

Planning dates? Not one of them.

So when he looked y/n dead in the eye and said, “I’ve got something special planned for us today,” she really should’ve known better.

It started with a rooftop.

Not a fancy restaurant. Not a park with sakura petals falling around them. A rooftop. Of an abandoned warehouse.

“Shin,” she said slowly, squinting at the rusted railing and sketchy-looking ladder, “you do know what a date is, right?”

He grinned like a proud golden retriever. “Yeah! It’s when you spend time together doing something exciting and memorable.”

“This feels like the setup to a crime.”

“Only a little one.”

She blinked. He was serious.

Ten minutes later, they were crouched behind a ventilation duct, watching a group of low-level traffickers hand off something in a duffel bag.

Y/n sighed.

“So your idea of romance is a stakeout.”

“It’s thrilling! Adrenaline is good for bonding.”

“You know what else is good for bonding? Food. Candles. Literally not dodging sniper fire.”

“Sniper fire—wait, down!”

They hit the ground as a bullet pinged off a pipe behind them.

She glared at him.

He smiled sheepishly.

“Bonus round?”

Chaos followed.

She kicked one guy off a scaffold. Shin mind-read his way into dodging two more. They high-fived mid-brawl. At one point, he accidentally threw a smoke bomb at her feet.

“You blinded me, dumbass!”

“You ran into my throw!”

“You threw it at me!”

Still, somehow, they made it out alive. Bruised. Scraped. Breathing hard.

And laughing.

Later, they sat side by side on a vending machine, sharing a vending-machine melon soda and licking wounds.

The city glowed beneath them, quiet now.

“Okay,” y/n said, finally. “I’ll admit… that was kind of fun.”

Shin looked smug. “Told you.”

“Still not a date.”

“But you smiled more today than you did at that sushi place.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s because you dropped a shrimp in my lap and called it performance art.”

He snorted.

“Hey, next time, I’ll plan something more traditional. Movie? Ramen? Maybe no body count?”

“You get three strikes, Asakura. This was strike two.”

“...What was strike one?”

She glanced at him. Smirked.

“That time you tried to win me over with instant noodles and forgot the seasoning packet.”

He groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder.

“You’re impossible.”

“You like that about me.”

A beat. Then he whispered, quieter this time:

“Yeah. I do.”

She froze. Looked at him. He didn’t meet her eyes, but his ears were red.

She nudged his side. “Strike two and a half. One more cheesy line and I’m pushing you off this vending machine.”

But she didn’t push him.

She stayed.

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love is war ; karma akabane

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which karma and y/n have always hated each other—or so they claim. after years of bickering, one prank goes too far and feelings finally explode… into something suspiciously soft. ↷ karma akabane ; assassination classroom

↳ an order of black coffee from anonymous in the comeback cafe event !

IF THERE WAS one constant in Class 3-E, it was this: Karma Akabane and L/n Y/n could not be left in the same room without a snide remark, a flying eraser, or an argument about who was more annoying.

They weren’t enemies in the "let’s murder each other" way. No, it was the petty, chaotic kind—eye rolls during group projects, sarcastic comments passed under breath, the occasional sabotage during training exercises (nothing fatal... probably).

Everyone had theories.

“They’re secretly in love.”

“They used to date.”

“Karma probably ruined her birthday party in third grade.”

Only Nagisa had the guts to say it out loud.

“You two bicker like an old married couple.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d ever marry a walking red flag,” Y/n had snapped.

“Oh, I’m the red flag?” Karma smirked. “You tripped me during combat drills.”

“You called me a mosquito with anger issues!”

Fair.

The breaking point came during a prank war.

Karma replaced her notebook with one full of love poems... about himself. Bad ones.

Y/n filled his locker with glitter and frogs.

Karma dyed her shoelaces neon pink.

Y/n hacked the classroom projector to play a slideshow of Karma's embarrassing baby photos (which she shouldn’t have had access to, but that’s a different crime).

And then, one rainy afternoon, as y/n was stomping down the path to school with her hoodie soaked and fury building in her chest—she found Karma waiting.

Umbrella in one hand. Smug expression in place.

“You forgot yours again, didn’t you?”

She stared. Then narrowed her eyes. “What do you want? To dump water on me again?”

“No. I thought I’d be nice today.” He tilted the umbrella slightly. “Shocking, I know.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I got bored of watching you shiver.”

“That’s... oddly considerate. Gross.”

“You’re welcome, mosquito.”

She punched his arm lightly.

He didn’t move away.

They shared the umbrella.

They bickered the entire walk, of course. But something had shifted. His jabs were gentler. Her retorts didn’t carry the same bite. And the way their hands brushed—

Neither of them said a word about it.

Until the next day, when Karma dropped his usual insult... and she just smiled.

“You’re so obsessed with me it’s embarrassing.”

He blinked, “Excuse me?”

“Don’t worry. It’s mutual.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then grinned.

“Well, if we’re both obsessed, we might as well make it official.”

“Are you asking me out or declaring war again?”

“Both. Want to grab lunch?”

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comrade ; tetcho suehiro

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which tetcho isn’t the jealous type—except when someone flirts with y/n. he says it’s fine. he swears it’s fine. it is, absolutely, not fine. ↷ tetcho suehiro ; bungou stray dogs

↳ an order of iced chai latte from @stellas-starry-sillies13 in the comeback cafe event !

author's note: hii!! i only made one because my requests are overflowing, i hope u understand sorry!

TO SAY TETCHO Suehiro was calm and composed would be accurate. Usually.

The kind of man who read poetry before breakfast. Who could decapitate a man with a flick of his sword and then quietly recommend a seasonal fruit.

So yes—calm, composed, terrifying.

Until today.

Until Y/n walked into the café in civilian clothes, smiled at the barista like that, and caused the poor guy to stammer his way through the order like his brain had short-circuited.

Tetcho watched the entire thing from across the room, sipping black coffee, eyes squinting just slightly behind his bangs.

He was not glaring.

He was observing.

Intensely.

Y/n sat across from him a moment later, all sunshine and clueless innocence.

“He gave me a free cookie! Wasn’t that sweet?”

“Hn.” Tetcho took another sip, the coffee somehow more bitter now.

“He said I had a nice smile.”

Tetcho’s grip on the cup tightened. Just a fraction.

“A lot of people have smiles.”

Y/n blinked. “You okay?”

“I’m always okay.” He said it too fast. Too sharp.

She raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You look... tense.”

“I am perfectly relaxed.” Tetcho’s voice was flat. Almost offended.

Then came the final blow.

“He asked if I was single.”

Tetcho set the cup down with a soft clink. His fingers twitched near the hilt of his sword.

Y/n tilted her head. “You’re really not going to say anything?”

“About what?”

“You know what.”

“If you wish to accept cheap confections from weak-wristed civilians with bad posture, that is your decision.”

There was a pause. Then she burst into laughter.

“You are jealous!”

“I am not.”

“You’re totally jealous.”

“I am merely... protective. As any respectable comrade would be.”

“Comrade?” She smirked. “Is that what we are?”

Tetcho’s ears turned red.

“Do not twist my words.”

“So if I go back and say yes to his number—”

“I’ll break his kneecaps.”

A beat of silence.

Then: “Tetcho!”

“...Gently.”

He didn’t confess in words. Not really. But when they walked side by side later and she slipped her fingers into his, he didn’t pull away.

He only said, voice low and barely audible, “Your smile is... nicer than most.”

Y/n beamed. “So I can keep the cookie?”

Tetcho sighed through his nose.

“Yes. But only because I’ll be the one feeding it to you.”

She laughed again. Bright. Loud. Chaotic. And for once, the ever-serious Tetcho found himself smiling too.

Jealousy, it turned out, looked suspiciously like love.

He’d never admit it.

But he didn’t have to.

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vows to victory ; kenyu yukimiya

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which after y/n learned that her fiancé is secretly married to her foster sister—and got her pregnant—she cancels the wedding and marries her best friend, kenyu yukimiya, instead. because love? sometimes it shows up exactly when betrayal does. ↷ kenyu yukimiya ; blue lock

↳ an order of frappuccino from @sailorstar9 in the comeback cafe event !

author's note: hii!! i only finished this one and the other one after this because my requests are soo maaanyy and you request too many huhu. i won't be posting the others that u requested after this too, sorry, i hope you understand!! because i'm trying to maximize my time too and maybe to give chance to the anonymous requests (esp i have school now and i'm having problems at home)

The wedding veil fluttered like a ghost as she tossed it to the floor.

The boutique was quiet. Too quiet for someone who just found out the man she was about to marry was already married—and to his foster sister, of all people.

Pregnant, too. That part was the cherry on top of the world’s most vomit-inducing wedding cake.

Her phone slipped from her hand, screen cracked, text thread still glowing:

"you weren't supposed to find out this way." "it’s complicated." "i still love you."

Complicated? No. Complicated was choosing centerpieces. This was nuclear-level betrayal.

Yukimiya Kenyu found her sitting in the hallway of the bridal suite, hair curled and eyes blank. Her bridesmaids were somewhere else—probably panicking over the sudden cancellation.

He knelt beside her without saying anything at first. Just watched her stare at the carpet like it had answers.

“Y/n.”

She blinked. Slowly turned her head. Her voice cracked as she whispered, “He married her. She’s pregnant.”

Yukimiya inhaled sharply. He didn’t curse, though he wanted to. He didn’t call her ex every filthy word in his vocabulary, though he could’ve.

Instead, he said softly: “You don’t owe anyone forgiveness. Or an explanation. Just choose yourself.”

She swallowed. “I thought I had.”

Yukimiya nodded, eyes unwavering. “Then choose again. And this time, let me be part of it.”

The church gasped when the music shifted. The guests whispered.

The groom’s side looked confused. The bride’s side? Furious. Except for one old aunt who fist-pumped when she saw Yukimiya walk down the aisle in a sleek black tux, offering his hand to the bride in white.

The original groom—Mr. Secret Marriage—was nowhere to be found. Probably hiding with his “complicated” situation.

Yukimiya whispered as he took her hand, “Last chance to say no.”

“Last chance for you to run.”

“Never been a runner.”

They said their vows with laughter caught between their words. Her hands shook only once—when Yukimiya brushed his thumb over her knuckles mid-sentence and mouthed, "I’ve got you."

The reception was wild. Bachira somehow caught the bouquet, screamed, and tripped over Nagi. Isagi made a toast that accidentally turned into a motivational team speech. Rin glared from a corner with a glass of wine and no comment.

And Yukimiya? He danced with her under string lights, forehead pressed to hers, saying the things he’d kept inside for years.

“You’ve always deserved more than the bare minimum.”

“You’ve always made it hard not to fall in love with you.”

“And now that I have you, I’m not letting go.”

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plan a ; yukimiya kenyu

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which on the night before their wedding, otoya asks to postpone—because of his childhood sweetheart. instead of breaking down, she walks down the aisle anyway… just with a different groom: her best friend, kenyu yukimiya. ↷ kenyu yukimiya ; blue lock

↳ an order of iced water + frappuccino from @sailorstar9 in the comeback cafe event !

THE SATIN HEM of her wedding dress brushed against the floor, untouched by dirt, but not untouched by heartbreak.

The call came at 11:42 p.m. The night before the wedding. The night before everything.

And Otoya, Y/n's charming, slippery fiancé, had said the words like they weren’t a dagger dressed in silk.

“I think we should postpone... I’ve been talking to Misaki again. My childhood sweetheart.”

That was all. No apology. No hesitation. Just a quiet betrayal over a phone call.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was loaded—with disbelief, heartbreak, and something new growing underneath: resolve.

Yukimiya Kenyu stared blankly at her from the doorway of her hotel suite. His hair was messy, clearly dragged from sleep, and his glasses sat slightly crooked.

“You want me to do what?”

“Marry me.”

She was still in her bridal robe. Her voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that came after being absolutely done with everyone’s nonsense.

Yukimiya rubbed his temples, “Is this because I said your dress looked like a meringue?”

“No. It’s because Otoya ditched me for Misaki.”

There was a beat of silence. Then: “I always hated that guy.”

She laughed, tired and real. “You and everyone else.”

Yukimiya folded his arms, eyeing her like she was suggesting they rob a bakery, not crash her own wedding.

“You're serious.”

“As serious as someone with non-refundable catering.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Thought. Then asked, “...Can I still wear the suit I picked out?”

The ceremony was beautiful. No one dared question the sudden groom change, not when the bride looked radiant and Yukimiya looked like he was thriving.

Otoya showed up twenty minutes late in a wrinkled button-down, only to stop cold in the doorway and see his ex-best friend slipping a ring onto her finger.

The photographer caught the moment perfectly: Otoya’s face, frozen in shock, Yukimiya winking at the camera, and the bride beaming.

Later, while sipping champagne and hiding from the crowd under a string-lit tree, she leaned her head on Yukimiya’s shoulder.

“You know you didn’t have to say yes, right?”

He scoffed.

“You’ve been in love with me since that one karaoke night. Someone had to make your dreams come true.”

She nudged him. “You're delusional.”

“And you’re married to me now. Good luck.”

She grinned, fingers tangling with his.

“You were always plan A, anyway.”

His ears turned red.

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frappuccino with Gaku! I'm the Gaku enjoyer here!!! Thank you si much for gritting such good oneshots

hii i alr made a frapp with gaku too! you can see here :))

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Gaku, hot chocolate please!!! 🥺

I'm the big Gaku fan and I need more of him!!

hii i alr have someone requesting a hot chocolate with gaku! u can check here :3

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hii! im sorry to be hearing that youre having some problems with your family. i hope the problems get better soon :( remember that your mental health is always more important than writing, so always prioritise that! ily, have a good day/night/timezone!

- 🌱 anon

it's okaay, i'm doing good now :)) thank u though!!

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eyyy, heyo!! anything been going on these days? anciwjfkajdk it sucks that you gotta go to school now :/ summer break is just around the corner for me, actually, so i'm excited for that! and here's your semi-daily reminder: you're awesome!! youre amazing and loved!! love yourself or else! (hehe, is that a threat? you'll never know!) have a fantastic day/nught/timezone!!!!

- 🌱 anon

hiii i'm doing okay and working on a bunch of requests, but maybe not kind of okay too cuz of some (not so maybe serious) family problems. anyw, i hope u're doing well and thank u <33