Tag Masterlist (to keep myself organized)
If youâre seeing this when I post it feel free to ignore this is for my pinned post lol
Anything in parentheses is not part of the tag, thatâs just to provide context. I will try to regularly update as I remember/make/add more of them (and some Iâm putting in bc I plan on adding them soon lol)
CATEGORIES IN ORDER: fandoms, ships, characters/dynamics, other, block
Fandoms
tmnt 1987
tmnt 2003
tmnt 2007
tmnt 2012
rottmnt
tmnt (general; contains all iterations and AUs/designs along with multiple ships or no ships, bounds under this are pretty loose)
animaniacs (â90s and comics for the most part)
animaniacs 2020 (reboot)
patb (Pinky and The Brain)
sbsp (SpongeBob SquarePants)
pokémon (games and anime)
pokémon bdsp (Pokémon Brilliant Diamond/Shining Pearl)
pokémon sword
pokémon sv (Pokémon Scarlet/Violet)
sailor moon
ohshc (Ouran Highschool Host Club)
looney tunes
space jam (original and sequel I think)
space jam 2 (sequel)
tlts (The Looney Tunes Show (2010))
looney tunes cartoons (HBO Max original)
amphibia
toh (The Owl House)
sdway (Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! (1969))
tsds (The Scooby-Doo Show (1976))
the new scooby doo movies
apnsd (A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (1988))
scooby doo zombie island
wnsd (Whatâs New, Scooby-Doo? (2002))
sdmi (Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated (2010))
bcsd (Be Cool, Scooby-Doo! (2015))
mystery inc (Mystery Incorporated (2021, YouTube live action))
scooby doo (same loose rules under the TMNT tag)
tawog (The Amazing World of Gumball)
barbie 2023 (live action Barbie movie)
opal (Jack Stauber short film)
stranger things (sometimes shortened to ST)
gaobam (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)
eene (Ed, Edd, n Eddy)
milo murphyâs law (might be shortened to mml)
moral orel
death note
ppg (Powerpuff Girls)
regular show
Ships (I try not to include most ship content under fandom tags)
rasey (Raph x Casey from TMNT, mostly 2012 and ROTTMNT)
rasey shit (just feels right sometimes)
apritello (Donnie x April from TMNT, I think only 2012 and some ROTTMNT)
leosagi (Leo x Usagi from TMNT, varying different iterations)
brinky (Pinky x Brain from PATB, all media)
da brinky???? (feels right sometimes)
squidbob (Squidward x SpongeBob from SBSP)
squillward (Squilliam x Squidward from SBSP, I think I only have this pairing as exes)
makoami (Ami x Makoto (Mercury x Jupiter) from Sailor Moon, any and all iterations I could find lol)
tamakyo (Tamaki x Kyoya from OHSHC, particular from the anime and live action)
baffy (Bugs x Daffy from Looney Tunes, many different variations)
marcanne (Anne x Marcy from Amphibia)
raeda (Raine x Eda from TOH)
lumity (Luz x Amity from TOH)
huntlow (Hunter x Willow from TOH)
blinkley (Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo, many different iterations)
velmarcie (Velma x Marcie from SDMI)
fraggy (Fred x Shaggy from Scooby-Doo, many different iterations)
shed (same ship as prior, I try to use both)
fraphne (Fred x Daphne from Scooby-Doo, there isnât and wonât be much of this admittedly)
poly doo (Velma, Daphne, Fred, and Shaggy all dating or included in the polycule, will have varying different looks/ideas)
robball (Rob x Gumball from TAWOG)
byler (Mike x Will from ST)
ronance (Robin x Nancy from ST)
steddie (Steve x Eddie from ST)
elmax (Max x Eleven/Jane from ST)
lumax (Max x Lucas from ST)
jopper (Joyce x Hopper from ST)
jargyle (Argyle x Jonathan from ST)
jancy (Jonathan x Nancy from ST)
billy x mandy (from GAOBAM)
kevedd (Kevin x Edd âDouble Dâ from EEnE)
t4t kevedd (same ship as prior, except theyâre both trans)
dakavendish (Vinnie Dakota x Balthazar Cavendish from Milo Murphyâs Law)
puppingframe (Clay Puppington x Danielle Stopframe from Moral Orel)
lawlight (L x Light from Death Noteâyes I understand how morally grey the relationship is, I try to be very critical of them)
đ„đŒ (Boomer x Buttercup from PPG)
đȘđ± (Butch x Blossom from PPG)
đ§±đ«§ (Brick x Bubbles from PPG)
(Separately, you can still find âBoomercupâ, âBlossutchâ, and âBrickubblesâ tags on my blog just know itâll mostly be stuff I make rather than reblogged stuff to cross tag)
mordeson (Benson x Mordecai from Regular Showâplease donât come at me I have multiple ideas that balance them out)
Characters/Dynamics (have posts about them individually)
tmnt raphael
2012 raph
2012 raphael (I interchange them, Iâll switch it up soon)
rottmnt raphael
trans fem raphael
tmnt leo
2012 leo
rottmnt leo
trans fem leo
tmnt donatello
2012 donnie
rottmnt donatello
trans fem donnie
tmnt mikey
april oâneil
casey jones
rottmnt casey jr
yakko warner
wakko warner
dot warner
warner sibs
brain patb
pinky patb
squidward
spongebob
ami mizuno
tamaki suoh
kyoya ootori
bugs bunny
daffy duck
anne boonchuy
marcy wu
sasha waybright
sprig plantar
hop pop plantar
grime
eda the owl lady
raine whispers
king clawthorne
lilith clawthorne
luz noceda
noceda siblings
blight twins
amity blight
velma dinkley
daphne blake
fred jones
marcie fleach
gumball watterson
darwin watterson
watterson sibs
opal
will byers
el hopper
steve harrington
robin buckley
scoops troop (Robin and Steve, sometimes with Dustin and Erica)
double d eene
trans girl double d
kevin eene
trans kevin
clay puppington
orel puppington
blossom utonium
bubbles utonium
buttercup utonium
brick jojo
boomer jojo
butch jojo
benson dunwoody
Other
tj talks (my own text posts or responding to them in a reblog)
tj shares (my own fandom related posts)
tj writes (writing projects and plans)
tj draws (my own art)
texts (all non-fandom related reblogs that I didnât add to, save for the tags)
reblog (specifically for posts Iâve already reblogged or made that I or others have edited or bumped)
prompts (writing and drawing prompts I want to use at some point in time
fanfic wingmen (a TMNT multi-chapter work I wrote, you can find updates and all those parts there)
sd celeb au (a Scooby-Doo AU I have in the making right now, all prompts and ideas and the eventual fic will be under this tag feel free to ask me abt it)
tbmg (multi-chapter Boomercup fic, any prompts/ideas/chapter updates for it are under this tag)
fppg au (fostered Powerpuff Girls/foster care AUâno powers, not bio siblings)
palestine (resources, information, donations, and other things related to helping out Palestine during the attacks!)
polls (any polls I make and most I find bc I love that feature sm)
asks (answering any asks I receive WHICH are always open feel free to talk to me <3)
ask meme (please ask me questions from these posts)
writing help (pleaaase please give me feedback whateverâs tagged as such as long as youâre polite abt it)
writing (more just discussing plans than actually putting them out, or other peopleâs fandom-less written works)
art (other peopleâs general art work)
playlists (typically for characters or moods, I doubt Iâll share many of them)
discord server (advertising any servers I make though unfortunately Iâm not the best at interacting in them)
crush (my yearning for a boy, if/when I get over it Iâll go back in and delete the posts)
info (learning from people with experiences or for me to fact check later)
art fight (Art Fight attacks and team intro cards)
what a fucking ride (absolutely insane posts, usually with many twists and turns)
trans resources (lists of articles and videos for myself and my trans siblings early/pre-transition!)
tag meme (games Iâve been tagged in to join that youâre also free to participate in!!)
nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Monthâparticipating for the first time in 2023; these are tips I may need and potentially any writing projects during that time :])
trans (transgender tingz)
itt (reblogs specifically from user inthetags where questions they post are answered, well, in the tags; itâs basically a little trivia of me if anyoneâs interested at all)
Block (trigger/content warnings and spoilers)
drug cw
tw eating issues
sdmi spoilers (please block this tag if youâre interested in seeing the series, yes there is a plot and it gets so dark and so heavy dude donât spoil it for yourself)
toh spoilers
amphibia spoilers
sa mention
suggestive cw
nsfw warning
blood
f slur tw
tw sex mention
tw abuse mention
tw sui ideation
slight gore warning
mml spoilers
regular show spoilers
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late bloomer, ch 5
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Fandom: OHSHC
Pairing: Kyoya/Reader
Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut
Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.
Taglist (new!): @silverhetdanes
late bloomer, ch 5
âGod, another flat white?â You grit your teeth together as you tack the order sticker to the cup and pass it off to Hikaru. âFucking grad school hipsters.â
âSays Miss matcha latte, please, with oat milk and a pump of vanilla? â
âI donât sound like that.â
âOne, yes you do,â Kaoru chimes in from your left, grabbing the cup from his twin. (Heâs right. You absolutely do.) âAnd two, youâre just pissy because Haruhiâs missing your super-special, super-roomies slumber party thing.â
You snatch the cup back from him, and push past to the steamer. âItâs a movie night. And itâs tradition. Weâve done it every year since we were eight.â
âSo? Itâs not like youâll never see her again.â
Hikaru nods. âYou literally live together.â
âEvery year,â you repeat stubbornly. âFor almost two decades.â
âAnd Iâm sure youâll do it every other year for centuries to come.â
âKaoruâs right, (Y/N). Look at it from her perspective.â
âI am .â
âYou sure? Because last I checked, itâs not every day you get asked out by an incredibly rich, incredibly good-looking omega.â
âHe wasnât that good looking.â
âBut he is rich,â he counters. You open your mouth, and he raises his hands. âI know, I know. Saint Haruhi would never care about something so superficial as looks or money.â
âProbably she just likes that heâs assertive enough to ask her out to her face.â Kaoru leans against the counter next to you, crossing his arms, and leans in, staring at you almost as hard as youâre trying to avoid making eye contact with him. âInstead of, I donât know, pining after her for years âŠâ
âShut up.â You look at the clock, and shove the finished drink at him. âAnd start closing out the register, while youâre at it.â
You escape to wipe down the empty tables, stacking chairs on them once theyâre clean. The last customer takes her drink and, mercifully, immediately leaves. You lock the door behind her.
âSomeoneâs in a rush to get out of here,â one of the twins calls over the counter. You roll your eyes, though itâs more out of affection than annoyance. Or at least equal parts affection and annoyance. When they first started working at Ground Up (one of the busier coffee shops on campus) two summers ago, you were primed to dislike themâthe class clown energy, the endless quips and banter. Â And you, as the most senior barista on shift, had the joyful task of trying to wrangle them into model service workers. In hindsight, maybe you were a touch too strict. You canât imagine they liked you all that much back then, either. Those first few weeks in particular were so isolatingâthe way they talk to each other is almost like a secret language. You suppose thatâs one of the perils of sharing a womb for nine months.
But at some pointâsomewhere between arguing about an espresso machine malfunction, and Hikaru walking in on you crying in the supply closet after a particularly stressful shiftâthey must have decided to adopt you, or something.
Of course, that doesnât mean they tease you any less.
But itâs never mean spirited. And itâs nice to have that camaraderie. To be included in their secret language. And besidesâno matter how much they may annoy you sometimes, thereâs a special tie that forms between a couple of poor kids having to deal with the same stuck-up trust-fund babies coming into the cafe, day in and day out. You guys are trauma bonded, in a way.
âRemind us again why you havenât asked her out?â
âIââ
âOhhh, shit, thatâs rightâyou donât have a reason!â Kaoru cuts you off. âYouâre just a wimp.â
Then again, being trauma bonded with them means they know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. Which gives them tons of material with which to be annoying as hell.
âIâm notââ You stop, and sigh. âIâm not going to dignify that with a response.â
âMm hm.â
âAnd besides, itâs not like I havenât told you before.â
âRight.â
âFine! Fine.â You pause your chair-arranging to face them, ticking off reasons on your fingers. âI donât want to ruin two decades of friendship. The last thing Haruhi or I need is a relationship when weâre already swamped with school and loans and all of that crap. Iâd rather ask her out after school, when weâre employed and financially stable. Odds of college sweethearts lasting are zero to none already, and I donât want to sour a perfectly good relationship with pointless arguments.â All that endless bickering. For some reason, your mind flickers back to your arguments with Kyoyaâin class, at the hospital. The memories alone are enough to set that familiar fire of rage alight in your chest, send the blood rushing through your ears.
âBut donât you thinkââ
You put a chair up onto a table with such vigor that it ends up slipping right back off, crashing to the ground so loudly that you actually jump. They both rush to your side.
âYou okay?â Hikaru asks, as his brother puts the chair up properly.
âIâŠI have to go.â
â...Okay.â
âI told Haruhi Iâd be back in time to help her pick out an outfit,â you say. They both groan. You turn away from them, wiping down another table that you may or may not have already wiped down two minutes ago.
â(Y/N).â
âThis is starting to get sad.â
âI mean, it was sad already.â
âReally sad.â
âBut câmon.â
âGuys!â You whirl around with your hands in the air. âReally. Itâs not a big deal. Sheâll go out on one date with him, and then sheâll get bored, and thenâŠâ You notice them exchange a look. âWhat?â
âTamaki Suoh can beâŠa lot,â Hikaru starts. You snort.
âYeah, I noticed. Thatâs what I mean, theyâre nothing alike at allââ
Kaoru shakes his head. âWhat we mean is, he can be persistent.â
âSingle-mindedly persistent. And charming.â
â Really charming. When he sets his sights on a goalââ
âAnd right now it sounds like his goal is to romance Haruhiââ
âHe wonât stop at anything.â
You roll your eyes. âSo? Haruhiâs not going to get fooled by someâŠsome insincere rich guy whoâs just trying to smash.â
âI said romance ,â Hikaru repeat. âIf he asked her out, itâs because he wants to date her. As in, a real relationship.â
You think back to the way he looked at her in the hospital. Sure. You suppose that makes sense. âOkay.â You cross your arms. âBut, I mean, that isnât only his call to make. She has to like him enough to want to date him.â
âYeah. And clearly, she already does,â he points out.
You open your mouth, then close it. Uncross your arms, then cross them again. âHow do you know so much about this guy, anyway? Iâve never even heard you mention him before.â
They exchange another look. An infuriatingly unreadable look. It's the kind of look that reminds youâno matter how good friends you may be, you didn't share a womb with them, and you'll never be able to read their secret language completely.
âWeâve had a lot of classes with him,â Kaoru finally volunteers.
âYeah. That.â
You give them an odd look of your own, before returning to cleaning. âWhatever.â
They sigh in unison. âItâs really not healthy for you to be fixating so much on one person, (Y/N),â says Hikaru.
âYou think I donât know that? Trust me, Iâd love to just be able to go on dates with people.â
âI donât think you do, though, is the thing.â Hikaru hops up to sit on the table youâre wiping. You stop, but avoid making eye contact. âItâs starting to feel like an excuse, at this point.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âLike, as long as youâre so focused on not-dating Haruhi, you donât have to go through the stress of actually dating anyone.â
âAnd then you donât have to open up to anyone, which means you donât have to worry about getting hurt.â
You plop down in one of the remaining chairs, and raise your eyebrows at them. âWhat is this, one of your psych projects?â
âI mean it! And hey, lookâif you want to be single, then stay single. But donât do it because youâre stuck in a one-sided unrequited whatever.â
âAnd if you do have to be stuck in a one-sided unrequited whatever, why not switch it up? Pick someone else for a change. You donât have to automatically be in love with the person youâve known the longest.â
âYeah. If that was the case, Hikaru and I would be screwed.â
You let yourself crack a smile at that. âFine. I hear you, okay? I donât necessarily agree with youâŠbut I hear you.â You glance at your watch. âShit. I have to runâyou guys can put this last chair up, right?" You grab your bookbag off the floor and take off. "And donât forget to take out the trash!â you call over your shoulder.
As the door closes behind you, the twins look at each other and shake their heads.
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Can I have a matchup for Ouran Highschool Host Club? I use she/they pronouns and I'm poly and pansexual. My favorite colors are black and gold. I play volleyball and I love to rollerskate. I collect heels. I have two cats as well as anxiety. I'm a plant mom. I'm hardworking and determined. I have anger issues and I tend to hold grudges. I can Oikawa from Haikyuu. My favorite foods are french toast and sunny side up eggs. I'm a September Virgo. Thanks and have a good day :)
[đ @elaineiswithyou-blog requested one (1) regular Ouran High School Host Club matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.đ]
Seijoh kinnies unite â(Personally, Iâm a Mattsun kinnie. Itâs just the chill, âminding your businessâ vibe that I can relate to).
And to answer your question on the Rules post! âOne per visitâ means Iâll only do one fandom in that type of request. So if you want a Haikyuu!! and a BNHA matchup, Iâll only do one of those fandoms. It keeps my mental health in check đ
Oh! Also, I think someone likes you:
đżTakashi Morinozukađż
đ±Humble Beginningsđ±
- Before anyone else, you were friends with Tamaki Suoh and Kyoya Ootori
- You were a commoner at Ouran on a volleyball scholarship. So, you naturally had that âmeek commoner innocenceâ people seemed to gravitate towards
- Tamaki found you intriguing and charismatic for someone of your financial status. So, he and Kyoya sort of adopted you as their figurative raccoon (trash baby) friend
- So, you started hanging out at the Host Club sometimes after volleyball practice
- One particular time, Kyoya and Tamaki are busy with clients, so you were greeted by the loli you recognized as Honey-senpai. The fact that the boy was older than you, yet so small, put you off. You addressed him respectfully nonetheless
- Honey apparently came to you to ask for cake, but you didnât have any. So, you offered him your leftover french toast from breakfast
- You watched as Honey nibbled at the lukewarm bread, hoping you wouldnât trigger some sort of tantrum by giving him something he didnât like. Instead, Honey smiled and downed the rest inâŠwhat looked like one biteâŠ?
- âDo you have any more, (Y/N)-chan?!â
- âWellâŠno. (That was my supply for tomorrow actuallyâŠ). But, I can make more if thatâs what you want?â
- âMitsukuni. Itâs impolite to ask strangers for food.â
- You were sure you heard a pouty reply from Honey. Something along the lines of: âSheâs not a stranger, theyâre (Y/N)-chan!â But, at that point, you werenât really able to register it
- The guy in front of you and the boy clinging to your uniform was the personification of a streetlight: tall, silent, and easy to recognize at any point in time. His dark eyes were nonchalant, like this wasnât the first time heâs had to say something to Honey about this. Dare you say, you wouldâve considered him pretty if you werenât so intimidated
- You recognized him too. Morinozuka was his real name, you think?
- You quickly clear up the situation as Honey runs off to do something safe enough that Mori could focus on you. Surprisingly enough, his aura was just as warm and delicate when talking to you! You wondered if he could sense how nervous you were
- The conversation (that you mostly led, helped along by Moriâs few questions) veered to your volleyball scholarship. You fretted over how your stamina just wasnât all there during practice or matches. Especially during conditioning
- Honey, ever the eavesdropper, mentioned that Mori could help you with strength training if he was up for it
- You glanced at Mori, hesitant to ask. But, once Mori shrugged and agreed to help you, you were much more open to the idea
- The first training session was hard. Like, really hard. Mori was a tough, but fair, trainer. He seemed to like putting you into sink-or-swim situations where you have no choice but to succeed. But, you enjoyed it, you wanted to do more
- (Besides, Mori wore a tank top during your sessions. Those biceps were WORTH IT)
đłFlourishing Loveđł
- You started crushing on Mori first
- Underneath his strong, silent exterior, he was very kind and considerate. And you found that out through dragging him to breakfast cafĂ©s and your favorite roller rink after training sessions as a âthank youâ (With Honey of course)
- And while something told you that he liked you too, Mori was a little too stoic for you to know for sure
- (But, you still found his stoicism hot-)
- Tamaki and Kyoya caught wind of your crush on Mori early. And since theyâve known Mori for longer, they were able to tell that he liked you back. However, they decided not to say anything to keep you from denying your feelings in an embarrassed rage
- You tried to drop hints to Mori with offers to hang out outside of school, invites to your volleyball games, even giving him a succulent to take care of! (To appeal to his nurturing tendencies)
- But, Mori wasnât picking up on the hints. And if he was? He was doing a terrible job of showing it
- The day after a particular training session. You couldnât keep your feelings to yourself anymore. You ranted to Kyoya and Tamaki about the way Mori helped you through a Charlie-horse in your leg. And how it was so frustrating that you were down so atrociously, but that you werenât getting anywhere in your relationship with Mori
- âI see his shirt ride up once and suddenly heâs all I-â
- You stopped as your friendsâ gazes shifted to just behind you. You sighed, regretting every decision youâve ever made to lead yourself to this point. Your voice came out in a strangled push:
- ââŠIf heâs behind me, just say thatâŠâ
- At Tamaki and Kyoyaâs nod, you turned around to see, of course, Mori behind you. Honey had dragged him there when he heard the group talking
- You stuttered and struggled to backtrack. But, as you were doing that, Mori went to dig around in his bookbag. He handed you a Tupperware container of homemade French toast, sunny side up eggs, and a note
- âDate? Without Mitsukuni this time.â
- Although flabbergasted, you accepted the invitation and confession
- Your first date was at the beach, where you had a beach volleyball game (You comment on how Mori would make a great middle blocker)
- Although he never considered it, Mori was open to the idea of introducing more people into your relationship. Heâd be willing to try it once
- Your first kiss was at the roller rink after your volleyball team made it to nationals. In an excited act of impulse, you kissed Mori when he caught you after tripping
- Your two cats highly enjoy Moriâs company, and whine when he has to go home
- Mori is incredible at calming your anxieties, seeing as heâs had to deal with Honeyâs child-like behavior
- On that note, heâs a great person to rant to when something gets on your nerves!
- You two are an unlikely couple that works surprisingly well. Maybe itâs because youâre both earth signs đ€
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[đ There you go bud! Thatâs one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesnât, feel free to come back! Iâd be thrilled to see you again.đ] âReagan
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late bloomer, ch 4
AO3 | Previous | Next
Fandom: OHSHC
Pairing: Kyoya/Reader
Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut
Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.
late bloomer, ch 4
You wake up to a bright light and a high-pitched beeping and what feels like a bag of sand under your head.Â
A few shifts later, you realize itâs actually a pillow. A stiff-to-the-point-of-uselessness pillow, but a pillow nonetheless, because youâre lying on some kind of cot. The ceiling above you is a painful shade of white; the walls, too, and as you blink the leftover sleep from your eyes, you realize that the beeping is coming from a machine to your leftâa heart monitor, attached to you with various wires connected to your finger, arm, chest.
âHey, you.â In your dizzy, drowsy state, the sound of Haruhiâs voice feels like a balm to the ache in your head. You turn to see her sitting to your right, looking uncharacteristically concerned. That has you nervousâit takes a lot to rattle Haruhi. âMy advisor meeting ran late, so I only just got here, but the nurse said they brought you in twenty minutes ago. All you alright? What happened?â
âItâs nothing,â you sayâhalf out of habit, half because you actually arenât quite sure. What did happen? How did you get from the classroom to the student hospital? âNothing serious. Really.â
âYouâre hooked up to, like, ten different machines. It doesnât look like nothing.â
âShe fainted,â interrupts a new voiceâthis one familiar, too, but in a way that makes you tense up automatically. âYouâre the emergency contact, I imagine?â
âRoommate.â She stands, and sticks out her hand. âHaruhi.â
âKyoya.â Your eyes are already fluttering back shut from exhaustion, so you canât see whether he accepts the handshake or not. âShe fainted on her way out of class. Is this a common occurrence for her?â
âNot that I know of.â
âI can hear you talking about me,â you say. They both ignore you.
âAny history of stroke, seizure, anything like that?â
âIâm ba-aack,â sings a new voice. The door swings shut behind him with an audible thump that has your eyes opening, ever so slightly, to see the blonde boy from the hallway. âIt took me ages to find the vending machines, and everything there looked so sad and tasteless, Kyoya, it really was tragicâOh, youâre alive!â
âAwake. She wasnât dead before.â
âNo thanks to you.â He kneels before you and holds up a bottle of electrolyte drink, offering it as though it were a freshly-plucked rose. âOn Kyoyaâs behalf, as a token of apology.â
âIt isnât my fault she fainted,â Kyoya says, clearly trying very hard to keep his patience. âI wasnât standing anywhere near her.â
âExactly. You didnât even make a move to catch her, and then maybe she would have hit her head and then maybe she would have died, and then where would we be?â The blond boy turns back to you, and flashes you a dizzying smile. âYou must forgive my friend. Youâd think someone of his pedigree would have better manners, and yetâŠâ
In your most lucid moments, youâre not sure youâd have a good response to a sight like this: the most audaciously good-looking man youâve ever met in your life, kneeling at your bedside like some knight-errant out of a book. As it is, this is not one of your most lucid moments. So instead of saying anything at all, you just blink at him a few times. He smiles more widely still, and presses the bottle into your hand.Â
âDrink up, then,â he says brightly, popping to his feet. âYouâll need it. I used to have fainting spells before my heats, too.â
You almost do a spittake. âWhat? No, Iâthis isââ
âPeople faint for reasons other than heats, Tamaki.â Thereâs an edge to Kyoyaâs voiceânot unkind, but sternâbefore he turns back to Haruhi. If you had a better opinion of him, you might think he was shutting down the conversation to avoid outing your presentation. âSo, you said she doesnât faint often. No strokes, seizuresâany history of anemia, maybe?â
Haruhi purses her lips. âShe used to have low iron count, but not anemic levelsâbut she isnât great at remembering to take her multivitamin. Maybe that could be it.â
Youâre still looking at Tamaki over the rim of the energy drink bottleâso you see his face when he hears her speak for the first time. The head turn; the flushed cheeks; the look in his eyes.Â
You know that look. Youâve been wearing one like it for the better part of two decades.
âIâm sorry, I didnât catch your name.â He even sounds breathless, somehow. As though he werenât just standing in place. âMissâŠâ
âHaruhi. Weâre roommates.â She says it in the way only Haruhi canâas though sheâs completely immune to his looks and charm (which, knowing Haruhi, she probably is)âbefore turning back to you. âOkay. You look fine enough to me, so Iâm going to go see if we can get you discharged. Did they leave any paperwork here to fill out?â
Behind her, Kyoya lifts up a clipboardâbut before he can so much as open his mouth, Tamaki leaps and grabs it from him. âHere! Iâll come with you.â
âI donât thiââ
âIâll read out the questions, and write down your answersâthat way you can keep an eye out for a nurse or doctor.â
She glances back at you. âI donât know if I should leave (Y/N) alone.â
âKyoya can stay with her.â He looks over at him, his eyes pleading.
Kyoya sighs. âHappy to.âÂ
Before you can protest, Tamaki claps his hands, practically glowing. âPerfect!â He offers an elbow to Haruhi. âShall we?â
If you werenât so out of it, youâd swear you almost see the hint of a smile rise to her lips. She ignores his elbow, but walks with him through the door. You can hear his chattering fade as they disappear down the hall, leaving you here. Alone. With Kyoya.
He clears his throat, clearly about to say something. You interrupt. âYou really donât have to stay here, you know.â
âI know,â he says. âBut your friendâs right. I donât feel comfortable leaving you alone until theyâve figured out whatâs wrong.â
âWhatâs there to figure out? I fainted. Iâm here. Iâm fine.â You hold up the electrolyte drink. âIâll hydrate, go home, and sleep it off.â
âYouâve never fainted before?â
âNo. So?â
âIt can be a sign of a deeper underlying condition. Blood pressure, heart function, things like that. Normally Iâd wave it off as a sign of an approaching cycle, butâŠâ
He trails off, and you raise an eyebrow. âBut?â He shrugs, and you laugh, sitting up straighter in your bed. âBut weâve already established that Iâm a âdefunct omega,â so you know I donât have a heat or rut coming up. Is that what you were going to say?â
He sighs. âI didnât mean toââ
âIâm sure you didnât mean anything. From how disinterested you seemed in the class as a whole, Iâd be surprised to find out you put any thought into your comments at all.âÂ
âWhat makes you think I was disinterested?â
You give him a look. âYour little speech about how you were only taking it to fulfill a requirement, for starters.â
âWould you have preferred I lied?â
âI would have preferred you not announce to the world your disdain for the humanities, and for betas in particular.â
He scoffs. âNow youâre just projecting. Just because you clearly have some sort of beta persecution complex, that doesnât give you the right to assumeââ
âAssume what?â You feel fire rising in your throat. You push the blankets off of you, and stand, slowly walking towards him. âMaybe I do have a persecution complex; maybe I am making assumptions. Because Iâll tell you this: when I look at you, what I see is a spoiled little rich boy, probably a pedigreed alpha, raised from birth with the assurance that your opinion matters more than that of anyone else in any room you walk into; and because of that, somewhere along the road you decided that it didnât matter if you learned manners or friendliness or basic human empathy, because all of that silly sentimental nonsense was below someone of your intellectual prowess.â You tilt your head, eyes locked on his. âTell me, Mr. Ootori, is that an unfair assumption?â
âIââ You see a flush creeping up his neck, and you stop where you stand, half-pleased to have gotten a rise out of him. He takes a step in your direction, then, and you realize how close you really are. Behind you, the machine picks up in tempo. Heâs breathing more heavily, and youâre half aware that his chest is rising and falling at the same rate as yours. He swallows. âYouââ
âLooks like youâre good to go!âÂ
The two of you stumble away from each other as Tamaki all but bursts through the door, Haruhi and one of the nurses trailing behind him. The nurse and Haruhi both rush to your side. âYou shouldnât be standing.â
As they help you back to the bed, you say, dizzily, âTamaki said Iâm good to go.â
âPending a check of your blood pressure and other vitals.â The nurse takes a glance at the heart monitor, which, as you lay back down, is starting to return to normal. You think sheâs going to require you stay for another few hours, maybe even overnight, but as she surveys the room, something changes in her expression. âAh. Thatâs nothing to worry about, then.â
âWhat?â Haruhi asks.
âNo standing up too quickly, and reduce stress as much as you can, for the next day at least. But other than that, I donât see anything of concern.â She bends down to pick something up, and places it in your hand. The sports drink. âFinish that before you head out, alright sweetheart?â You nod, and she smiles. âAlright, then. You all have a good one.â
She heads out. You sip the sports drink, trying to blink away the dizziness. When youâre back in focus, you see Tamaki step towards you.
âGood to meet you, (Y/N). Feel better soon.â He flashes a small smile at you, and then a brighter one at Haruhi, waving as he walks out the door, Kyoya close behind. The latter doesnât turn back to look at you. You arenât sure why that leaves you feeling disappointed.
Haruhi clears her throat. âHow are you feeling?â You nod. âGood.â She comes over to you to help you sit up slowly. It brings your heart rate even closer to normal. Haruhi always does, somehow. You suppose it makes sense, given how long youâve known each other. Crush aside, youâve known each other practically since infancy. Since the death of your parents, sheâs the closest thing to family you have left.
âYou know,â you say, playfully as you can, âI think the blond one might have taken a liking to you. You should have seen the way he looked at you.â
âI know,â she says. âI gave him my number.â
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late bloomer, ch 3
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Fandom: OHSHC
Pairing: Kyoya/Reader
Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut
Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.
late bloomer, ch 3
Ootori. The name seems familiarâfrom where, you arenât sure. You certainly donât recognize the face attached to it. The newcomer is tall and dark haired, with equally dark eyes peering out from wire rimmed glasses. Heâs disconcertingly sleek; the oddly formal suit heâs wearing (to a nine a.m. class, no less), the wingtip shoes, the aristocratic delicacy of his features. The only unpolished thing about his appearance is the tips of his ears, slightly reddened from the cold.
âForgive my lateness,â is the only thing he says as he crosses the room to take the lone empty seat on the other side of Abe.
âNo worries. We were just going around and introducing ourselves.â
âAh. Yes.â He sits, shrugging off his jacket to reveal a crisp white button down underneath. âMy name is Kyoya Ootori. Second year. Iâm not in any of the humanities departments, Iâm simply taking this class to fulfill some requirementâmy advisor told me I needed to diversify my courseload. So.â
He leaves it at that. After an awkward pause, Abe clears his throat. âWell! Weâre happy to have you. Hopefully you end up finding something of interest in our work this semester.â
Kyoya makes a noncommittal hum in response, solidifying your budding dislike. He canât even pretend to be a little invested? Itâs the first day!
Abe launches into a discussionâa brief summary of the book (as though you all havenât read it a dozen times); a few talking points to get you all started.
As you listen to your classmates talk, jumping in a few times to add a point of your own, you canât help but let your attention drift over, again and again, to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Douchey. He hasnât spoken up even once. Hasnât taken any notes. You notice he doesnât even seem to have a copy of the book with him.
All the while, youâre running his name over and over in his headâwhere have you heard that before?
Something Olivia says catches your attention: âTo be honest, I donât really get why this book is applicable to this class. They barely dig into the topic of presentation at all.â
Your reaction must show on your face, because Abe turns his attention to you. â(Y/N)? What do you think about that?â
You open your mouth, then close it, drafting up an argument in your head. It's not all that difficult to find the wordsâafter all, your application essay for this class centered around this exact topic. âI think that's a common misconception. But Iâd argue that the first proposal scene alone is one of the most complex examples of intersectional discrimination in any of Austenâs work, if not the entire Regency canon.â
Olivia tilts her head. âReally?â
You nod, relieved to have been met with curiosity and not disadain. âThe first time he proposes to her, itâs framed as an act of charity. A pity ask.â She purses her lips. You notice, for the first time, the little pendant at the base of her throatâthree silver Ωs, embedded with little pink stones (her birthstone, if you had to guess). Just like that, your enthusiasm dims slightlyâand you choose your words even more carefully. âAnd I think the reasoning behind her refusal is actually really beautiful. From the text, we learn that itâs been a few years since Elizabeth has been confirmed to not go through heats or ruts. But Lizzie herself never draws attention to it, or shows any shame. Itâs only her mother and society that seem to have a problem with it. To say yes to Darcyâs first proposal wouldnât just be a rejection of her valuesâit would be a rejection of her own sense of self worth.â
âStill, Iâd argue that the first proposal is the more honest of the two.â
You were expecting a rebuttal from Olivia (youâd been on campus long enough to recognize a Triple-O necklace when you saw oneâand nobody was more protective of traditional dynamics than a sorority-pledged omega). But sheâs completely silent; the voice that chimed in was lower, more melodic. You look over to see Kyoya looking straight at you.
âWhat?â you ask.
âAfter all, it is a pity ask, is it not? Sheâs a defunct omegaââ You flinch at that. Here we go. ââfrom an impoverished familyââ
âA beta,â you interrupt.
His brows lift. âThey never use the term.â
âBecause the term hadnât yet been invented.â You catch a snicker or two from your classmates, prompted by your defensive tone. Deep down, you know that every word you say is just placing more of a target on your back, but you just canât help it. And besidesâwho cares? A few laughs are nothing. Youâve dealt with worse before. âIt wasnât coined for a few years after Austenâs death. Decades more, by the time it was considered a medically sound diagnosis.â
Kyoya rolls his eyes. You bite your tongue. âVery well. Sheâs a beta from an impoverished family. Either way, she wonât be capable, to his knowledge, of giving him children. And, to top it off, she has no sense of propriety. Is it any wonder his aunt objected to the match?â
âBut thatâs what makes it so powerful when he finally comes around,â you say, patiently as you can muster. âHeâs bucking both societal standards and his own internalized prejudice.â
âTo what end? Itâs a worthless match. She has nothing to offer him.â
âLove. A match of minds. Traditional dynamic compatibility isnât everything.â
He mutters somethingâtoo low for you to be absolutely certain of what it was he said. But if you had to place a bets, youâd be pretty sure that the words âtypicalâ and âbetaâ were included somewhere in there. You canât stop the note of anger that enters your voice as you ask, âExcuse me?â
Abe claps his hands. âOkay, well. Looks like thatâs all the time we have left for today. Donât forget to check the syllabus before our next meeting; and I know itâs the first day, but the first paper is due in two weeks! That might seem early, I know,â he chuckles, in response to a few groans, âbut itâs with good reason. The Jen T. Goodwin scholarship contest deadline is a week after you submit that paper, and the parameters are the sameâfive to seven pages, double-spaced.â That catches your attention. The JTG is the biggest writing scholarship the university has to offerâten thousand dollars. Youâve come in second place every year youâve submitted (to the same guy, youâre pretty sure), but hey, you were an undergraduate thenâsurely youâll have a better shot now that you have a Bachelorâs degree under your belt? âThe sooner you hand something in, the sooner you can get feedback, so itâs never too early to start thinking about a good topic.â
Youâre almost lightheaded with annoyance as you zip up your bag and make a beeline for the door. God. College ought to have been better than high schoolâless people you'd grown up with since infancy, no more identifying bracelets announcing your presentation to the entire world. Youâve managed to make it through most classes without being outed. But you canât bottle your frustration when people start to shit talk betas just for existingâand being so overzealous about beta rights is almost always a dead giveaway.
One would think that being a beta would make things less complicatedâand in many ways, it does. Or in a few key ways, anyway. While betas arenât unheard of, they arenât exactly common, either. Less than one percent of the global population, according to modern statistics. Even in the present, with modern-day presentation-reassignment treatments increasingly available to the public, that number has stayed low (though that may be thanks to the difficulties of full gland removal. Easier to transition to being an omega, or an alpha, like Haruhiâhormone treatments are so much less invasive than surgeries, and better studied, too. And trans betas have even less treatment options, due to the risks of long-term cycle suppression).
In any caseâyouâve long been accustomed to being one of two, maybe three betas in any given lecture hall, and the only beta in most seminars youâve taken. Sitting in silence in a corner of the room during junior high, during the Health class unit in first cycles. And, of course, watching as, one by one, your peers had their own first heats and ruts. Most would just disappear for a few days, a week. Occasionally longer. But there was one kid you remember who started his in the middle of the day, without a pre-heat to warn him. The class was evacuated quickly, as soon as the teacher took notice, which only took a matter of seconds. But you were at the tail end of the line, and for a moment you and the boy locked eyes. Youâll never forget it: the sweat running down his brow. The pain and confusion in his voice.
But, worst of all: the look in his eyes.
Blank.
Hungry.
Helpless. Absolutely helpless.
After that day, you had an easier time coming to terms with your presentation. Softened the sting of being the odd one out, of all the jeers and taunts and snide comments made by your classmates. Even the jokes in sitcoms made towards betas didnât bother you as much. By the time you reached college, youâd developed a sense of pride, even, in your status. Let the world laugh. Youâd never have to deal with suppressants, or unexpected cycles, or the stereotypes associated with either of the Big Two presentations. A little loneliness was a small price to pay for all of that.
Plus, itâs not like you were always alone. You had Haruhi, after all. Nearly 20 years of friendshipâfrom the playground days, through her transition, through the death of your parents, to living together throughout all of collegeânothing had ever been able to come between you.
Or shake your crush on her, it seems.
Even now, the thought of seeing her later this week has you feeling a bit calmer. You and Haruhi often go days without speaking. It makes senseâyou're both fairly introverted, and your schedules, at odds at the best of times, are downright hellish this semester, what with class and work and all. Besides, you've been friends for long enough to be able to fall into a silence that feels comfortable, rather that stifling (like an old married couple, the lovesick part of you can't help but chime in).
But no matter what, the two of you always carve out time to do something special the first Friday of the semester. Movie night, usually, with popcorn and face masks and pedicures. Already you canât wait, your excitement causing you to pick up the pace slightly. Youâve almost reached the door when he cuts in front of you. Ootori. Kyoya. âExcuse you,â you mutter.
He turnsânot fully. Just enough for you to catch a glimpse of those eyes, the glint of his glasses, before he turns back to greet the bubbly blond-haired boy waiting for him in the hall.
Or, at least, you think thatâs what he does. Itâs sort of hard to tell, because all of a sudden youâre lightheaded for real, and your vision is blurring and gravity feels wrong and the floor the floor the floor is right thereâ
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Fandom: OHSHC
Pairing: Kyoya/Reader
Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut
Summary: At first sight, you and Kyoya Ootori couldnât be more different. He was raised in wealth; you work triple shifts at the local coffee shop. Heâs a born-and-bred alpha; youâve spent years fending off societal scorn at your status as a beta. Heâs a pompous ass; youâŠwell, youâve never claimed to be the nicest person alive, but at least you have some concept of manners. However, you do have two very important things in common: first, youâre both grad students at Ouran University.
Second, youâre both desperately in love with your roommates.
(Or: the slice-of-life a/b/o fic in which you and Kyoya agree to fake date in order to make your respective crushes jealous. Everything goes according to plan and nobody falls in love with the wrong person...right?)
(Right?)
late bloomer, ch i
There are some people you just canât help but fall in love with.Â
Call it fate, call it biology, call it hormonesâwhatever you want to blame it on. Personally, youâre inclined to go for biology. After all, for you this whole mess started at birth, the day the doctor took a prick of blood from your tiny newborn finger and, after running the typical panel of neonatal tests, stamped that final seal on your birth certificate.Â
Your parents never lied to you about your presentationâhow could they? Even at six, the school had you all wearing little bracelets, so that youâd be used to them by the time you were old enough to go to the upper school. You still remember it now, the little purple band, the sterling pendant that dangled from it. The way it glimmered in the light, that tiny letter B taunting you as the boy you liked responded to your confession by pushing you down on the playground.
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âWhy would I like you, (Y/N)?â Yuri crossed his arms, squinting down at you as you tried to push back up onto your little elbows. A few of his friends gathered behind him, assembling to enjoy the scene. âYouâre just a stinky beta.â
âIâmâmânot stinky.â You let out a little sniffle, dragging the back of your hand across your nose, and to your horror you heard him laugh. âIâm not!â
âYeah, you are,â one of his friends chimed in, a dainty omega girl with silky hair and a peaches-and-cream complexion. Mimi, you think her name was. Itâs funny, now, to think about. How even then, at such a young age, it was so clear to you that some people were pretty and some were not, and you couldnât help but feel as though you fell decidedly into the latter category. âLook at you, rolling around in the mud like a little piggy! Oink, oink!â Even snorting in an exaggerated fashion, she was adorable, and you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. You opened your mouth to offer up another half-hearted defense, when you were interrupted by another voice behind you.
âYou should leave her alone.â Another little girl. The bullies fell silent; when you turned, you saw why. With the sun behind her, the light shining out from her silhouette like a crown, or a halo, her eyes dark and serious as took another step forward, she looked like an avenging angel. Or, like, the six-year-old equivalent.Â
âYeah? Why?â In spite of Yuriâs attempts to match the newcomerâs attitude, you heard his voice waver. âYou canât tell us what to do, Haruhi. Youâre a beta too.â
âWell.â Haruhi tilted her head. âThat doesnât matter until weâre bigger. So you canât tell me what to do, either. So you should leave me and (Y/N) alone or else Iâll tell Miss Ria and sheâll give you time out again, and then you wonât get to take from the prize drawer at the end of the week.â
The entire small crew paled, and slowly fizzled away. You heard whoops, little bubbly laughs, fading into chatter as they were distracted by other schoolyard activities. You were still sniffling when you felt Haruhi kneel down besides you.
âAre you okay?â
You gave her a wet nod. âYeah.â You hiccupped, and then immediately broke down into full tears. âWhat if theyâre right?â
âTheyâre just mean. Theyâre not right about anything.â
âWhat if theyâre right about me? Maybe nobodyâs ever gonna like me, because Iâm a beta.â
âBut your mom was a beta, probably. Or your dad. Or both. And they still had you.â
âNo.â You shook your head with a wail. âMy momâs an alpha, anâ my dadâs an omega. What if thereâs something wrong with me?â
So many children tend to cry whenever someone else is crying. Theyâre so young; they canât help it. But Haruhi was calm as she made her next point. Quiet. âMy mom was a beta, and she still had me. And my dadâs an alpha, and he loved her more than anyone else, so.âÂ
âReally?â
âYeah.â She patted your shoulder stiffly. âI think lots of people will like you. I like you.â
You looked up at her. Even blurred by tears, there was something about her, something so odd and gripping about those dark, sad eyes. âI like you too.â
After a moment, she smiled. âWant to go on the monkey bars?â
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There are some people you canât help but fall in love with. The question is: when do you figure it out?
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Fandom: OHSHC
Pairing: Kyoya/Reader
Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut
Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.
late bloomer, ch ii
One would think that, at twenty-two, you would maybe have the whole independent adult thing figured out by now.Â
âHave you seen my copy of Pride and Prejudice?â You pick up a shirt off the floor and chuck it into the hamper. It misses. You ignore it, too busy scanning the rest of your room. It looks like a hurricane passed through. Half because youâve spent the past five minutes tearing it apart in search of the missing book, and half becauseâŠwell, evidently, you havenât figured out the independent adult thing, in whole or in part, very well at all.
Your roommateâs in the kitchen when you walk out, pouring over a textbook, as per the usual. âMorning,â you greet her.Â
âMorning.â With her eyes fixed firmly on the page, she pushes a mug of green tea in your direction. You accept it mindlessly. âI thought you took it to bed with you.â
âSo did I. Last minute annotations. But it was gone when I woke up.â
âDid you leave it on the nightstand?â
âNope.â
âUnder the pillow?â
âI shook out the whole bed. Nothing.â
âBackpack?â
You dash back to your bedroom, balancing the mug haphazardly on the pile of books next to your lamp. Backpack, backpack, where is your backpackâŠ.aha! You hit the floor, peering under your bed. Bingo. And sure enough, zipped in the front pocket, is a well-worn copy of P&P.
âYouâre a genius,â you call out to Haruhi, and finally take a sip of the tea as you return to the kitchen. Green, as alwaysâyouâre not a coffee person, but you need the caffeine. Ideal temperature. Steeped to perfection. âMy hero. Whenâs your first class today?â
âDonât have any.âÂ
âLucky.â The mug of coffee by her left hand is almost empty already. âDid you sleep last night?â For as long as youâve known her, Haruhi has had an almost freakish ability to complete inhuman amounts of work without succumbing to illness or fatigue.Â
âI slept enough.â
âHaruhi.â You plop down in the chair across from her, and point to the fridge. âWhat did we say about sleep this semester? On the goal chart?â
The goal chart in question is a sheet of looseleaf magnet-ed to the freezer, where youâll both be forced to see it in the morning, with a Venn Diagram drawn in faded orange Sharpie. Itâs got things like 7 hours every night on Haruhiâs side, keep room clean on yours, and a big, bold LESS CAFFEINE scrawled in the section where the circles overlap. Clearly, youâre both off to a great start.
âWe also said you were going to stop signing up for classes on Humanities Hill.â She angles her phone towards you. 8:48.Â
âShit.â You scoop up your backpack, plant a kiss on her head, and head for the door. âLove you. See you later.â
âHave a good class.âÂ
When you glance back, you see sheâs finally looked up at you, away from the book, with a rare Haruhi smile. Subtle. Perfect. Youâre blushing as you walk down the stairs.
Then you take another look at your phone, and take off sprinting down the sidewalk.
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According to Google Maps, Humanities Hillâthe cluster of buildings on the far side of campus where most of the English and Philosophy department hold courtâis about a fifteen minute walk from your cramped one-point-five-bedroom apartment (youâre pretty sure your room was originally intended as a walk-in closet)âand thatâs without a thin layer of snow on the ground, and the wind blowing full-force into your face. You somehow make it in nine. The seminar table is almost full, with only a few seats left. You slide into one by the windows, between a pretty blonde girl and a scruffy redhead with glasses and a manbun.
âIâm assuming youâre (Y/N)?â he asks, ticking off a box on the tablet in front of him when you nod. âGreat. Weâre just waiting on one more person, but I thinkâŠâ He checks the watch on his wrist. âYep. Letâs get started, and they can catch up when they get here. Awesome. So!â He claps his hands, and the general chatter in the room dies down. âHey everyone! Welcome to The Radical Dynamics of Jane Austen. Abe here, Iâll be leading the class. Iâm a third year post-doc fellow at Ouran, doing crossover work in the English and Gender Studies departments. I mostly work with Professor Sara Suzuki, if youâve ever taken any of her classes.â A murmur of recognition ripples around the table. âAwesome. This is my second time teaching the course, so Iâm looking forward to being able to share with you guys whatever insight I can, and also to hear what you have to say, and hopefully get some fresh perspectives. This field is always super relevant, and changing, and it starts here, with conversations like these.â
As everyone goes around the table introducing themselvesâand as the caffeine kicks inâyou feel the excitement well up in you. Youâve wanted to take this class since you were a freshman in the undergraduate school, and took a lecture about A/B/O in world literature with Professor Suzuki. Back then, youâd been attending Ouran on a pre-med scholarship. Suzuki was a trailblazer in her field; back then she had already won several awards for her research, and in the present-day youâd heard rumors floating that, at thirty-six, she was already being considered for tenure.
You remember what it felt like to see her speak. The realization that, not only was this something that people could studyâthis was something people studied and took seriously. Youâd finished out your pre-med degree, butâwith no small amount of encouragement from Haruhiâhad decided to take a risk and apply to Ouranâs graduate program in humanities anyway.Â
And, by some miracle, youâd gotten in.Â
Which meant applying for boatloads of other scholarships, sureâand upping your shifts at the cafe down the blockâbut it also meant you got to be here. In rooms like these. Even a full semester in, you canât help but feel the happy glow of having accomplished the impossible.
The blondeâElleâfinishes introducing herself, and nods at you. You beam. âHi everyone! My name is (Y/N), and Iâm a first year grad student here, as well. I went to Ouran for my undergrad degree, and Iâm justââ
Youâre interrupted by a loud bang from the direction of the door. All eyes turn.Â
âAh. MrâŠâ Abe glances down at his attendance roster. âOotori. Nice of you to join us.â
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