#prefectorial

[jaylaxies]

ENHYPEN REACTION: to you being in the rival house at Hogwarts

PAIRING: enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, slytherin!hee with gryffindor!reader, slytherin!jay with hufflepuff!reader, ravenclaw!jake with gryffindor!reader, gryffindor!sunghoon with slytherin!reader

WC: 4.7k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my loves <3 this was requested by my anonnie here and i loved writing about enha and hogwarts omg! all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

Slytherin!Heeseung x Gryffindor!reader

Trope: Headboy x Headgirl

Heeseung was beyond elated when he got his letter back at the manor, stating how he had become the head boy of Hogwarts. His family of pure bloods were even prouder, however, his cocky smirk dropped the second he met with the entirety of the prefectorial board at the Hogwarts express, prefect compartment to be precise.

Seeing you standing there with the batch stating ‘head girl’ was not something he wanted to see, not when you were someone who came from a non wizarding background, someone who was in Gryffindor.

How could they make you the head girl? How could they think he’d be willing to spend his time working with you of all people. His hatred for your likes was visible from day one, his taunts and threats didn’t bother you, and that’s exactly what bothered him. The urge to make your life living hell was his motto more or less, even more so this year.

“It’s absurd, man. Let her be now, it’s our last year here for Godric’s sake,” Jay huffed out, irritated that Heeseung couldn’t shut up about the new Gryffindor quidditch captain giving you too much attention despite your blood status.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, why do people like her anyway? What happened to keeping the muggles away from the likes of us?” He gritted his teeth, accidentally stabbing the piece of chicken too hard with his fork at dinner. The sight of you snuggling close to the said captain infuriated him more than he let on.

“Well, she’s not a muggle if she can do magic, and extraordinarily well at that,” Jay offered, having done with Heeseung being a dimwit and not realizing the truth behind his anger.

“Wow, thanks for the support, mate,” Heeseung rolled his eyes, looking back at you again.

He’d make sure to wipe that smile off of your face while taking rounds later—at least that’s what he promised himself. Taking rounds was probably the time he looked forward to the most, given that it was the perfect time to criticize and show hatred towards you.

However, the second you meet up at the staircase, telling him to divide areas since you do not wish to work with him anymore, he loses it. He completely loses it, scoffing and grabbing your wrist, pulling you into the room of requirement right behind you.

“What the fuck—” you tried to scream, but he was quick to cover your mouth with his hand.

“What? Can’t even look my way now that you have a quidditch captain chasing you around?” He scoffs, eyes full of hatred, the kind you had never seen before and it made you scoff.

“Well, newsflash, Lee. I never wanted to look your way from the very start. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s you who’s clearly obsessed with me,” you seethed out, not caring about the proximity despite your breathing getting heavier.

“Ah? Me obsessed with the likes of you? Don’t flatter yourself, darling,” he said, tone almost challenging, his hold on your wrist tight, just like the hand that was grabbing your waist now, making you gulp but not back down.

“So, it shouldn’t matter to you if I snog my quidditch captain, or more,” you whispered with a smug smile, feeling his hand squeezing your waist tighter.

“You cannot do that,” he warned.

“Oh but I did—”

You couldn’t finish your statement and nor could Heeseung control his actions anymore, pressing you up against the wall and shoving his tongue down your throat, kissing you in the messiest way he could muster to mush out all the sane thoughts coming his way.

This was the sanest he had felt in ages.

“You’re fucking mine,” he groaned against your lips.

“No, fuck I’m not,” you smirked, testing him further, loving how he had finally given in to the truth—that he wanted you.

The room of requirement was sly, preparing a bed as he pushed you on it, getting on top of you while getting rid of his robes, “oh, babe, I’ll show you who you belong to.”

“Took you way too long, Lee,” you chuckled, gasping the second he pushed your panties aside, feeling your wetness on his fingers with a smirk.

“Been waiting, eh?” He asked, cocky as he pushed two fingers in with ease, your back arching as you moaned.

“Talk about yourself,” you smirked, pulling him into another rough kiss, messy of all sorts as he sucked on your tongue, pumping his own cock by lubricating it with your wetness.

He wasted no time, in aligning himself to your entrance, pushing his cock in one go to bottom out, groaning at the tightness that squeezed him, thrusting almost instantly when he saw nothing but pleasure on your face with a promise to claim you his.

“Fuck, I knew you’d make a perfect whore, always so desperate for my attention,” he groaned, snapping his hips to yours, the noise resonating the room.

“You can’t even thrust properly, ah—” he sped up to shut your mouth, your toes curling as you held on to him for support, chanting his name like a mantra the whole time as he proved just how much and how well he can fuck you.

All night.

Slytherin!Jay x Hufflepuff!reader

Trope: Animagi Jay

It took him a lot of patience.

In fact, it took everyone in his friend group a lot of patience to keep their mouths shut for a whole month, a single mandrake leaf resting in their mouths. However, they wanted to do something iconic, which would be—turning into an animagus to cause trouble whilst being unregistered at that. The whole process was tedious.

Jay was losing his last bit of sanity, watching you smiling softly and being kind to others, which was a usual thing per se.

The only problem was how he couldn’t verbally bother you.

It was known to be his favourite pastime, inserting himself in your life and bothering you for existing.

Why? Because that’s what he should do, being a slytherin. He had a personality he needed to live up to, and he knew hell would break if anyone as much as gets a hint about Jay’s infatuation with you.

The solution? To make sure he says the meanest things so he wouldn’t have to see your smile. You don’t get why he’s mean to you. His hatred goes as far as it concerns you, and you’ve never seen him calling anyone else names but you.

So, seeing you being happy and not once thinking about him since he put the leaf in his mouth had his blood boiling, especially when you agreed to attend Slughorn’s party with a random ravenclaw boy. The same party he was gonna ask you to attend with him—or bully you into attending with him, but the smile on your face gets him mad.

He scoffed, ignoring the whole situation and focusing on the transformation process, completely missing the look of sadness on your face when he left without even acknowledging your presence, his mind deep in different thoughts.

Of course you’d be happy without him.

However, the success in becoming an animagi had him smiling. He was a big black cat—a royal panther, while his other friends turned into a bird and a dog.

He went out to explore the place in his animal form, getting out of Hogwarts castle to visit the black lake, not once thinking that he would find you here at night.

Your back looked peaceful as you stared at the lake, and he was silent as he made his way towards you, almost scaring you the second you saw a black panther settling down next to you, a gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes shined under the moonlight.

“Hi, I’ve never seen you around before,” you spoke up, fascinated, extending your hand to stroke his fur.

Jay didn’t expect this, and he knew he didn’t have to pretend in this form, making him purr with pleasure as you gently caressed him. He was a cat after all. The warmth of your kindness was driving him crazy, he so desperately wanted you to like him back, but he knew you wouldn’t.

It became a routine for him to sneak out to meet you at night in his animal form, and he adored how you shared all your secrets with an animal, talking to him, letting him rest his head on your lap and as far as kissing his head in adoration.

He was in love with you.

He loved how you welcomed him with a pretty smile, the same smile which he wipes off your face in his human form.

Everything was going smoothly, to the point Jay had even started staring at you between classes, not being as rude as he used to be before and you never hesitated on smiling back at him, ever so kind. He wanted to talk to you, face to face, and confess.

However, that plan went down the drain. The same Ravenclaw boy was seen standing close to you, a conjured flower in his hand which he presented to you with a wide smile while Jay watched it unfold with the nastiest scowl on his face.

So being petty, Jay practically shoved you out of the way, not looking back even after hearing a little “ouch” coming from your direction as you stumbled, ignoring when you called out his name, rather proceeding to the next class.

He didn’t see you there, and he tried not to act affected by your absence, assuming that you’d have gone with the other guy, relaxing when he saw you in potions class again, his eyes never leaving your face which looked distressed. Especially after you took a sniff of the amortentia, the love potion.

His heart lurched, wondering if you smelled the other guy. And in his case, he knew he was doomed the second he took a sniff and instantly smelled of your body lotion and your favourite delicacy. His eyes met yours that very second and he had to gulp, looking elsewhere to pretend that he was fine.

That night, with a heavy heart, he sat down next to you in his animagi form yet again, this time he found you at the astronomy tower, a bandage around your arm.

“Hey, love,” you welcomed the black panther, “it’s such a pretty night,” you sighed dreamily, petting the panther next to you.

“You mind if I talk?” You asked, chuckling when the panther nodded as if he understood what you meant, “I don’t understand boys. I really like this guy but he’s been mean to me to see. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? That I smelled him in the love potion and he’s the reason why I stumbled and hurt my arm—I just can’t help it, I wish Jay would like me back but he doesn’t even look my way without wanting to look away or just comment about how I’m just a weak Hufflepuff girl,” you mumbled, not focusing on how the panther had stood up all of a sudden.

Jay’s heart thumped, he wasn’t sure if he heard it right, but it was too much, he couldn’t wait anymore.

He transformed back into his human form right there, your eyes widening as you opened your mouth to scream, which he put a hand over to muffle your voices.

“That—that was you!” You whisper-yelled, shoving him away.

“Did you mean it?” He asked, grabbing your wrist which made you lean against the wall, “that you like me?”

You could barely breathe, biting your lip as you nodded, “I know you hate me—”

“Oh, you know nothing, baby,” he chuckled, grabbing your nape and pulling you into a kiss, making your eyes widen before he pulled you even closer, making you kiss him back eventually, getting fervent with your actions.

“Fuck, I like you so much. It was you who I smelled, in the love potion, I mean. I’m sorry for being an asshole, I never knew how to handle feeling this way for you,” he apologized, cutting the kiss and leaning his forehead against yours.

Instead of replying, you pulled him into another kiss, letting his hands wander all over your body, his self control leaving his body. He knew he had you now, and he knew he wouldn’t be letting go, especially after the little whimpers leaving your mouth the second he started kissing your neck after leaving your lips all swollen.

You were too sensitive, too forgiving.

Rubbing your thighs together didn’t help either, but the second he squeezed your bare thigh, you knew you were gone. It was the ideal place for you both to be doing this, but stopping wasn’t an option, not when he was so passionately marking you just after you told him you rejected the other boy.

Spreading your legs was easy, asking you to be a good girl and keep your voices at bay was even easier for Jay, and you obliged, your eyes rolling back as he lapped at your cunt, licking big stripes while fucking your cunt with his fingers, trying to be gentle but you were too pent up to ask him to go slower, only urging him to move faster.

That’s how you spent your night, he took you to his chamber, kicking everyone out shamelessly to fuck you into the mattress, his cock not having enough of you and your pussy clenching him, trying to hold him in for as long as you could before you both reached your high.

He knew he fucked up before but now that he actually had you in his arms, he knew he was going to cherish you forever.

Ravenclaw!Jake x Gryffindor!reader

Trope: Yule ball, fake dating

Jake was loved by everyone and he basked in the warmth of it. Being good in academics came naturally to him, he was a Ravenclaw after all. Adding to it, he was selected to represent Hogwarts at the triwizard championship, his fame and name more glorious than ever these days.

The problem? He had everyone’s attention but the girl who he claimed to have a tiny crush on.

He wanted to ask her to be his date for the Yule ball, however, the chances were slim as another Gryffindor boy named Heeseung, asked her right before Jake could even call out her name.

Jake wasn’t the only one suffering. You stood there beside him, watching the scene unfold with the same wrath in your eyes.

You wanted to go to the ball with Heeseung.

“Tough luck?” Jake asked, not sparing you a glance as you both watched him from a distance as they hugged gleefully.

“Talk about yourself, champ,” you crossed your arms, “she didn’t even think twice before saying yes,” you commented, jaw clenching, “she’s gonna get her heart broken, he’s gonna turn her into a situationship too.”

“What? We have to warn her,” Jake spoke, eyes widening.

“Oh, I tried, but she actually really likes Heeseung,” you huffed, “and here I thought I meant something to him.”

“Go with me,” Jake breathed out, finally looking your way, taking your beauty in.

“What?” You exclaimed, turning your head to look his way too.

He was beautiful, there’s no denying him. His hair was a bit on the messier side, lips pink and swollen from biting (he was nervous), and eyes full of hope.

“To make Heeseung jealous, of course!” He defended his statement and your eyes widened in understanding.

“Oh,” you let out, “so we’re doing all this fake dating thing, now?” You teased him, loving how his cheeks got redder but he only stepped closer, shrugging.

“We’ll have fun, you’ll get to be with the triwizard champion, it’s a win-win for you,” he offered, smirking and you smiled humorously.

“Sure,” you agreed, not paying attention to Heeseung who witnessed this interaction of yours.

It was easy to keep up with him, the rumours of you two being together spread like wildfire, especially with the Yule ball coming up, which only favoured you, granted that Heeseung had tried to approach you several times but Jake hadn’t left your side at all.

In fact, you were scared how easy it was to be in his company, “she wanted me to teach her how to ride the broom,” Jake had told you once, and he was one heck of a flyer, despite him not being in the team.

Naturally, you offered him to teach you that instead, watching how his eyes lit up and he nodded. Something about Jake was endearing to you—like how he helped you ride the broom with him sitting behind you. It felt real, too romantic the way he held on to you, smiling as he pointed out the various spots you could see from the height.

And you knew he felt it too, his heart pumping out of his chest as you rested your back against him.

It felt too real to him when you got him a tie that matched the colour of your dress, asking him to match with you, and he realized he had stopped thinking about the other girl completely as he helped you around with studies and you helped him feel alive.

Somewhere along the lines, you had forgotten that it was all fake, simply because it felt real to the both of you. The hand holding, the snuggling closer, the soft smiles on your faces, none of it was fake.

It didn’t hit you till you were on your way to meet Jake, only to find the other girl already talking to him in a corner, your jaw clenched at the sight of them talking about something you couldn’t make out from this distance. Your mind wasn’t sane as you stepped back and rushed to your own room, wondering if they had gotten together.

You knew it could very well be a misunderstanding, yet you didn’t do anything about it, especially when Jake didn’t come to meet you at all today.

You were slightly heartbroken as you woke up the next day, everyone seemed happy to the point they couldn’t stop talking about the Yule ball tonight, doing their hair and skincare already and you tried to join them, knowing that you can’t run away from it no matter what the situation would be.

Now, clad in your gown, you most certainly did feel better, looking in the mirror to find the prettiest version of yourself, you felt beautiful as you walked down the stairs, smiling gently when you found Jake waiting for you by the stairs.

His breathing hitched the second he saw you, eyes twinkling as he took you in, heart beating faster when you stood in front of him. It was magical how he took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently, “you look beautiful,” he whispered, your face heating up at the compliment.

So, you postponed asking him about the other girl, focusing solely on him as you were called for the first dance with Jake—the Hogwarts champion. He treated you well, he looked like the prettiest man alive, pulling you closer and dancing with you like he meant it when the rock band came out, but after a while, you stopped, pulling him out when he got you drinks to talk by some secluded area—a classroom nearby.

“I saw you guys talking,” you told him, admitting how you would be okay if he leaves you now and he how doesn’t need to put up this act anymore, making his heart lurch, “fuck—no! I asked her to stay away because,” he gulped as he met your eyes, “because I like you, not her.”

Everything felt rushed after, his lips on yours, your fingers in his hair, bodies pressed against one another as he messed up your lipstick, “I like you so much,” he kept mumbling between the kisses, lips trailing down to mark your neck.

He knew what he had to do—kiss every inch of you till you understood the depth of his words. He wants you so genuinely it makes your heart beat faster, his eyes full of earnestness as he comes up to kiss you again, but more than that, he wants to taste you, give you the pleasure you deserve.

Getting down on his knees was easy for him, getting under your gown even easier. You breathed in deeply when you felt him burying his nose in your pussy, pushing your panties aside to lick a stripe of your cunt, leaving a small kiss on your clit right after.

His movements were slow and calm, his hold on your thighs tight as he devoured you, seeming as if he’d be hungry for ages. You could have sworn you never felt this way before, gripping the table you were leaning against tightly, you tried your best not to fall down with how your knees were getting weaker by the second as his tongue was pushing around much faster than before.

“Jake—” you gasped, seeing stars as you finally came undone, your whole body felt as if it was on fire but Jake was just getting started with you.

Getting out, he looked more disheveled than ever, taking your hand and making you feel his hardened cock, “see what you do to me, baby,” he whispered, pulling you into another kiss, unzipping your dress as you cried about how much you need him.

Soon, your dress was on the ground and his body was connected with yours in a slow rhythm, full of lazy kisses and smiles, your face hidden in his neck as you bit him to conceal your moans when he hit that one spot which had your whole body weak.

You looked so beautiful, it made him lose his control, the sight itself had him twitching with the need to fill you up.

When you kissed him again, he finally let go, loving each second of it, knowing that you were truly his now.

Gryffindor!Sunghoon x Slytherin!reader

Trope: quidditch players, enemies to fwb

“Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!”

“Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin!”

The chants were loud, the crowd going wild at the sight of you and Sunghoon circling around each other before the game—something you always did as a challenge. It most certainly didn’t help that you were on par with each other, both chasers for your respective houses.

Watching you guys bicker was something everyone enjoyed, especially when it was about your houses and their reputations.

“You better watch out, Park,” you smirked, taking your position, “Slytherin is taking the win today,” you sang, watching his smirk grow.

“In your dreams, darling,” he whispered, winking at your right as the whistle blew.

The chants were loud and so was your motivation as you grabbed the Quaffle, successfully throwing it in one of the hoops as the crowd cheered. Watching Sunghoon scowl was a sweet treat, especially when you winked at him, passing by with the quaffle again.

The game continued for a while, your house leading by thirty points, much to Sunghoon’s dismay. You were having more fun teasing him rather than playing the actual game.

However, the second the snitch was caught by your seeker, Sunghoon got hit by a bludger, falling off his broom. You should have been celebrating his downfall (pun intended) yet you couldn’t help but worry, eyeing his figure while your team celebrated their win.

It was out of character for you to visit him in the hospital wing, but you did it, showing up with the pudding he liked—and you had no clue why you knew it. He was surprised to see it, looking away with a scoff, “why are you here, huh? To boast about your win?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, “I came here to see if you were doing well but seeing as you can still work that mouth of yours, I’ll just assume it’s alright,” you huffed, leaving the pudding behind. Sunghoon gulped, watching you leave the hospital wing with a huff before eyeing the pudding and eating it, a sudden warmth spreading in his chest.

The bickering worsened since that day, because you had to overcome the fact that you showed care to him, your friends telling you to fuck the sexual tension out—which you won’t do even in your wildest dreams.

Sunghoon was just as furious cause he couldn’t stop thinking about you showing up at the hospital wing just to visit him, his taunts and that smirk annoying you more than ever now, you just wanted to punch him, or shut him up. It didn’t help that he looked awfully attractive with that smirk of his.

Fighting even during the dinner time was getting on everyone’s nerves, to the point you had to go to detention for pulling pranks on each other.

To diffuse this tension, he met you before the next quidditch match you had against him, “oh, ready to have your ass beat, Park?” You asked him with a mock smile.

“We’ll see who gets their ass beat, darling,” he spoke, invading your personal space by whispering in your ear, “let’s make a bet, if I win then I get to fuck you tonight.”

“What the fuck, Park?” You asked, eyes widened.

“You want it too, baby.” He says, a lazy smirk playing on his face, “besides, I won’t bother you ever again if I lose. So, do we have a deal?”

The deal was too tempting, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that you’ll, (1) either be ignored by him or (2) have sex with him.

You grabbed his hand, shaking it with no aim whatsoever, you felt too lost but also determined to put up a good game.

However your mind was busy imagining his lips on yours, the smirk still present on his face, and that’s how you barely put the Quaffle in through the hoops while Sunghoon played with more energy than ever, awfully determined to win the match—win you.

The verdict? He won.

And as lost as you felt, you weren’t sad about it, in fact you were staring at Hoon who was celebrating, his eyes still on yours with that stupid smirk on his face which clearly said: you’re mine for the night.

Being in his room was crazy, the fact that he had successfully pushed out all his roomies was even crazier.

“Not fighting back anymore, kitten?” He raised his brows, his features looking sharper up close now that he had you under him, his weight on you barely giving you any space to move, his scent only driving you crazier.

“You’re the one who gave up, Park,” you finally whispered, pulling him closer by the collar with your usual expression full of mock, your finger tracing his jawline, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “you proposed the idea of fucking me—been thinking about me then?”

His fingers traced the curve of your neck, trailing down till he settled on grabbing your waist, “what if I have? What if I wanna see you shut the fuck up when I make you cry on my cock?”

“I’d like to see you try,” you chuckled, pushing your knee up to caress against his crotch, making him hiss.

It didn’t take him any longer to practically rip off your robes, attaching his mouth to your nipples, flicking them with his tongue as he cupped your cunt as a warning to shut your mouth, but you couldn’t let him win, opening your mouth to mock him again, only to have his tongue shoved down your throat, his fingers kneading your flesh, rubbing your wetness with all his strength to have you whimpering under him.

“I hate you so much, Park,” you mumbled, breathless.

“Feeling’s mutual, kitten,” he groaned right beside your ear, finger fucking you now as his thumb worked your clit roughly, yet giving you the kind of pleasure you never thought you’d receive.

You feel hot as the guy you hate makes you moan uncontrollably, stopping right before you were about to reach your high with his same stupidly attractive smirk when you whined out of desperation.

“What’s the hurry, kitten? We’ve got all night.”

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[topnotchquark]

We're back with some Boarding School AU. It's Cele/Bezz, but since it's from Cele's perspective he's also doing his own weird girl thing. It's technically fluff. Probably the longest thing I have written in this au. Enjoy! (Asks open, come and talk to me about it):

Cele got back to his dorm after the evening practice feeling like he could sleep for an eternity. He had mostly cooled off on his walk back from the field but still decided to take a quick shower. He was desperately hoping to squeeze in a quick nap before dinner. When he got to the showers he was surprised to see a throng of boys clamouring for the same 10 little cubicles at this odd hour. It took him a moment before he realised, it was the evening of the term's first Social.

Once or twice a term they let girls from the nearby sister school come over for an evening. Drab dance music would blare on the auditorium speakers with the playlist being strictly monitored by the most geriatric of teachers to ensure nary a spot of fun could be had. They would serve slop for dinner that was marginally better than the daily routine. Of course the whole point of the affair for everyone was to dodge the prying eyes of teachers, try and gain the attention of the girls, maybe have some real fun.

Luca had once jokingly told Cele that he thought they called it Socials because the boys were in desperate need of Socialization. Atleast Cele thought Luca was joking, given that he never stopped wearing his deadpan expression. At this moment though, looking the boys in the queue for the showers, Cele couldn't help but agree, the attempt at socialization was working. Some of these boys were in dire need of a good scrub and a strong deodrant.

Cele absent mindedly wondered, what it was like for the girls. All that preening for an evening, to watch boys make a fool of themselves.

When he got under the shower he was greeted by a dying supply of hot water, only 5 minutes or so before it ran out completely. He thought about his friends and how they were around girls. Franky had a girlfriend back home, they had been together a while. Mig too, though Cele wondered what his girlfriend thought of his antics. Pecco had one till last year, and he was painfully severe when the thing ended. Luca was purposely not dating, even though he easily could date any girl, because he wanted the nationals trophy and to maintain his perfect grades. And what about Bezz, the thought popped up in Cele's head, making his spine tingle in a way which had nothing to do with the rapidly cooling water. Bezz was good with girls. Bezz was good. Never made a fool out of himself and always made the girls laugh and always said the right things to them. Even the prettiest girls wanted to talk to Bezz.

Cele shut off the water and took a moment before drying himself off. Back in the dorm Cele's senses were assaulted with the potent smell of axe deodrant that the boys were attempting to soak themselves with. Cele fished out the nice clean hoodie from the back of his closet for the evening, a gift from his cousin. He thought he looked put together, and that will have to do. 

He spotted Pecco when he stepped outside and went over to talk to him. Pecco was in the middle of something, probably some last minute prefectorial duty handed to him.

"Want to help me take these fruit cups to the gymnasium?" Pecco asked when he spotted Cele, a small, fond smile appearing on his face almost immediately. 

"They got you doing that now Mr Headboy?" Cele asked playfully with the express aim of bothering Pecco.

"The mess staff asked for help okay, someone has to be nice to them so they let you buffoons tear through all the chicken at lunch"

"Right right fine. I'll help you."

Cele and Pecco moved in unison, carrying the boxes, only losing their balance once.

"Does your ankle feel better now?" Pecco asked, his eyebrows were raised, like they got when he was focusing on something.

"Yes. Much better. Doesn't hurt unless I twist it too much"

"Great then don't twist it too much. It's been two weeks right?"

"Mhmm" Cele nodded. The boxes were heavy, his arms felt a little sore.

"Who takes Biology for you? Mr. Romano?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I think he's siphoning money from the school."

"You think so?"

"I was in his lab, I needed somewhere quiet, he'd left his papers on the table. He's inflating the price of the equipment. Probably pocketing the difference along with some vendor."

"Honestly I don't think he wants to teach, the boys are marginally more excited to be in class than he is. How many more of these do we have to take to the mess, my arms are about to fall off." Cele whined to Pecco.

"One more trip to the mess, that's all, I promise" Pecco spoke in a reassuring tone. The one Cele was very aware of, because Pecco broke it out so often to deal with a hundred different issues in a day with countless people.

"Will you spend the entire evening chaperoning girls?" Cele asked.

"Nah not really. I'll escort them in and out but that's all. I haven't been asked to do too much this time, the teachers aren't roving mad this time" Pecco seemed relieved.

They finally delivered all the boxes and Pecco got called by someone. He left after affectionately ruffling Cele's hair.

Cele walked back to the boys residence and climbed up the staircase to go to Bezz and Luca's room. Bezz was sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was dressed in some hoodie and he was wearing his nice shoes, the one's Cele knew he was very fond of. Luca greeted Cele with a quick nod, he was peering in his wardrobe and speaking to Bezz. By the sound of it, they were discussing basketball. Cele gently nudged Bezz and Bezz scooted to make space for Cele to sit.

"What's up" Bezz asked Cele, the length of his body was pressed up against Cele and he could feel it's warmth.

"I was helping Pecco" Cele replied.

"With?"

"We needed to take some things up to the mess"

"It's good he does the hardwork of keeping up appearances with the mess folks, ensures that the team gets to eat properly" Luca added.

"Mhmm" Cele agreed.

"He's a sweetheart" Bezz says in an exaggerated manner to make them laugh and Luca just rolls his eyes at him. 

"Should we go?" Cele asked.

"We've planned a little detour" Bezz told Cele with a michevious edge to his voice. 

"There's no we, you planned it I'm just coming along" Luca clarified firmly. He had finished dressing up.

"You can say that all you want but if we get caught the punishment is the same" Bezz retorted, his voice sounded like he was having fun with annoying Luca.

"You better hope we don't get caught, for your sake. I'll whack you before they can present us before the disciplinary committee" Luca said while putting on his shoes. Cele liked that Luca looked good in his clothes without much effort. Neat and put together without thinking too much. 

"What are you planning to do?" Cele looked at Bezz and asked.

"Nothing, just a little fun. Exchanging some goods with some girls" Bezz replied non chalantly. 

"How did you manage to sneak in alcohol?" Cele asked. He wasn't exactly surprised, Bezz was good at these things, but this was still quite something.

"You talk like it's difficult" Bezz said as he got up.

They walked downstairs and saw the warden on the porch, Luca nodded to Bezz and went over and engaged him in polite conversation. Bezz hooked his arm with Cele and dragged him ahead. They quickly scuttled to the woods and slowed down a little to navigate in the dimming sunlight.

Cele asked Bezz what was going on and Bezz showed him a small bottle of some cheap whiskey in his hoodie pocket. 

They moved over to a clearing that has a little light. Bezz told Cele they would have to wait for a bit, he found some place and sat down. Cele was still standing and looking around but Bezz reached up and gently took Cele's hand and tugged it down, beckoning him. Cele sat down with a bit of an audible huff and Bezz laughed and smacked his back. Cele relished the feeling of Bezz's hand on his back, he wanted it to stay there longer. 

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, promise it won't be long." Bezz said, and nuzzled his face in Cele shoulder.

"No that's fine Marco, I'm just hungry. Do you reckon they will have something decent to eat today?"

"Same old same old. I did see them wheeling in pastries though, so you can cheer up" Bezz said while locking arms with Cele.

"They do?!" Cele brightened up.

"Yeah, your favourite." Bezz gave out an affectionate laugh and leaned into him a little more.

"Yeah, wish I could have more than one though" Cele muttered with some wistfulness. 

Before they could continue to talk about the highly regulated sugar ration at the school they heard some footsteps.

Luca appeared with two girls in tow. The girls looked alert, eyes that darted around, dressed in pretty skirts, some sort of glittery powder on their eyelids that gave Cele the appearance of beautiful bugs. Luca was making conversation with one girl.

Bezz got up and helped Cele on his feet.

"Right, you have it?" Bezz asked the girl who was quiet.

"Do you have it?" She retorted, her voice an attempt to remain confident in an unfamiliar situation.

"Yeah of course" Bezz pulled out the bottle of whiskey and gave it to the girl. She reached into her bag and pulled out a ziploc bag with 3 joints in it and gave it to Bezz who inspected them for a second. She looked over at her friend who bent down and took out a few small bottles of coca cola from her bag. The other girl kept excitedly talking to Luca through the process, seemed to be about their physics syllabus but Cele couldn't tell very well. They got to work unscrewing the bottles, pouring out some of it into a cup and dividing the alcohol between the small bottles. They rescrewed the caps back on tight to make it look harmless and innocent in case they were caught roaming around. 

Bezz meanwhile had lit a joint. He took one drag and offered some to Cele. Cele took one puff and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Luca and Bezz quickly rubbed his back and plied him with some coke borrowed from the girls to make sure he didn't draw anymore attention to him. 

The girls left with Luca who Cele supposed was showing them the way around and they decided to head out too. Bezz carefully extinguished the joint he was smoking and placed it back in the Ziploc baggy. 

Once they were out of the woods and close to the auditorium, Cele could hear the thrum of the music. Some regular old pop stuff. Bezz told him he will be back soon, he just needed to go back and hide the joints. 

Cele nodded, he could hear his stomach growling. He was famished. Before he could make it to the auditorium, he heard someone call out his name. It was Andrea from the other house.

"Vietti, what are you doing" he enquired demandingly.

"Uh nothing" Cele could sense danger.

"I need you to do me in a favour" Andrea said in a voice that very much lacked the courtesy required to ask for a favour.

"I need you in front of the room B-207 in 5 minutes" Andrea practically barked.

"Why"

"Don't ask too many questions man it's just a thing"

"Right right. I'll go." Cele said in a resigned voice.

There wasn't much use to protest. The older boys broke in the younger ones by getting them to do petty labour for them. 

Cele found his way into the other boys residence. He located the room, which was locked. Cele paced around waiting for the Andrea, who showed up a while later with a girl. Andrea gave him explicit instructions to alert him in case he heard anyone come in. Andrea also threw in a threat to beat Cele up if he tried to listen, which Cele didn't need, he had no interest in listening to anything. He sat at the door and began his watch. Cele wished he had carried a book with him, or atleast ate something before he was made to do this because his somach couldn't stop making noises.

A long time passed before Andrea and his girlfriend emerged from the room, and Andrea immediately instructed him to make sure the path is clear. By the time Cele finally got out the evening was already dying out. There were still some people dancing. He noticed some of the girls had those little bottles they were taking innocent seeming sips from. The food was almost gone, the pastries were definitely all gone. All that was left were the sandwiches that nobody wanted to eat. Cele still took one and nibbled on it sadly, he hoped he could trick his mind into thinking of it as tastier somehow.

The girls were about to get rounded up and taken back so Cele comes back to his residence. He skipped the dorms and jumped out from a window to squeeze himself on the tiny balcony that nobody visited. There was a small corner he tucked himself into that didn't get much draft. He liked to sit there when he wanted to be alone and look at the thicket of poplar trees in the distance. He felt sad, and cold, and hungry. He was there for twenty minutes or so, contemplating leaving and going to sleep hungry when Bezz jumped in through the window.

"What are you doing here" Cele asked, surprised.

"I was looking for you" Bezz replied with a smile.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I know you come here sometimes, you said it's a good place to hide" Bezz responded innocently.

"You remembered" Cele was overwhelmed.

"Yeah" Bezz says with a slow smile.

"Sit down, come"

Bezz sat next to him, the balcony was small and it pushed them together. Cele was glad for the warmth Bezz's form next to him provided. 

"Andrea kept you for long?" Bezz asked.

Cele noded.

"Didn't eat?"

Cele shakes his head.

"Well lucky for you...." Bezz said with a bit of a flourish and produced a box and handed it to Cele. 

Inside it were two frosted pastries.

Cele lit up and immediately took dug in. When he looked up Bezz had a self satisfied grin watching him eat. He made his way through some of it and kept the rest away. Cele looked up at Bezz to say thank you and Bezz wordlessly used his hoodie sleeve to wipe away a smidgen of cream at the corner of his mouth, holding his face gently in the process.

"Did you like the it?" Bezz asked with genuine childlike anticipation in his voice.

Cele responded with a yes and Bezz kissed his temple quickly, and linked their arms together.

Cele settled down and rested his head on Bezz's shoulder thinking about how he could stay here maybe a bit longer. 

[pooma-today]

The National UN Volunteers-India

International Youth Day - August 12

Coorg Public School and Pre University College, Gonikoppal, South Kodagu, Karnataka - The UN designated school in India (UNGC ID:479773)

International Youth Day celebrated annually on August 12th serves as a platform to raise awareness about the challenges and opportunities faced by the youth of the world.

This day was celebrated by the UN volunteers of Coorg Publuc Schoo & Pre University College. A pledge was taken by the students in the morning assembly to say no to drugs.

The Principal Dr. M Ramachandran highlighted on the challenges faced by the youth including employment lack of access to quality education etc.He stated that International Youth Day is not just a celebration but a call for the nation.

The college prefectorial council was given the challenge of organizing the Teachers'Day in the school.

[aashish3071]

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The Scindia School, nestled in the historic city of Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, stands as a beacon of academic excellence and holistic education. Founded in 1897, this prestigious institution has carved a niche for itself in the educational landscape of India. With a rich history spanning over a century, The Scindia School has consistently maintained its commitment to nurturing young minds, shaping them into well-rounded individuals ready to take on the challenges of the world.

At the core of The Scindia School's philosophy lies a deep-rooted belief in the power of knowledge and character development. The school's academic program is meticulously designed to challenge students intellectually, encouraging them to explore their potential to the fullest. The curriculum encompasses a wide array of subjects, including science, mathematics, humanities, and languages, ensuring a comprehensive educational experience. The faculty, comprising highly qualified and experienced educators, plays a pivotal role in fostering a love for learning among students. Their dedication and expertise create an environment that inspires curiosity, critical thinking, and academic excellence.

Beyond the realm of academics, The Scindia School places equal emphasis on character development. The school recognizes that true education extends beyond textbooks and classrooms, and thus, it strives to instill values such as integrity, respect, and responsibility in its students. Through various programs and activities, the school nurtures the moral and ethical growth of its pupils. The leadership training program, in particular, stands out as a hallmark of The Scindia School. This program aims to equip students with the skills and confidence necessary to become effective leaders in their chosen fields and communities. By providing opportunities for students to take on leadership roles within the school, such as prefectorial duties and organizing events, the program helps them develop vital qualities such as decision-making, problem-solving, and effective communication.

The Scindia School's commitment to holistic development is further evident in its extensive range of extracurricular activities. From sports to music, art to drama, the school offers a plethora of opportunities for students to explore their interests and passions. The state-of-the-art facilities, including a sprawling sports complex, a well-equipped gymnasium, and dedicated spaces for artistic pursuits, provide the perfect environment for students to hone their skills and talents. The school's emphasis on extracurricular activities not only promotes physical fitness and creative expression but also fosters teamwork, discipline, and a healthy competitive spirit.

The Scindia School's legacy of excellence is reflected in its illustrious alumni, who have gone on to make significant contributions in various fields, both in India and abroad. From renowned politicians and bureaucrats to successful entrepreneurs and artists, the school's alumni network stands as a testament to the quality of education and character development provided by the institution.

As The Scindia School continues to march forward, its commitment to academic excellence, character development, and holistic education remains unwavering. With its rich history, exceptional faculty, and state-of-the-art facilities, the school is poised to shape future generations of leaders who will make a positive impact on society. For those seeking an education that goes beyond mere academic pursuits, The Scindia School stands as a beacon of excellence, promising a transformative experience that will last a lifetime.

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The Investiture Ceremony saw the successful induction of the newly elected members of the Student’s Council and selected members of the school’s Prefectorial Board.

[jaylaxies]

Hi aria! It's been so long :(((

But anyways, the sunghoon fic slayed and I read it right after my last exam ended so yk how schools here work right this was the last round of unit tests until the finals, I'm in 11th rn and we have to give farewell for the 12thies(it's a pain honestly 😭) and everything is so busy and today being a Sunday i still have to go to school because I'm in the organising committee 🙆🏻‍♀️

Lolol i also opened my own ENHA fic blog on Tumblr and posted for the first time yesterday I WAS SO EXCITED AND NERVOUS AGSGAHGSHAGSG

That was how it all is nowadays and I'm kinda having fun in this new school even though I joined like in July 😃

But but but how have YOU been because it's been months since i logged innnnnnn

- 🌬️ anon

ANONNIE IVE MISSED YOU SM 🫶🏼

dang i used to hate unit tests so much i can’t with them honestly, and i understand cause i was in the prefectorial board throughout the high school and the work is too much 😭

NEW ACC?? ohmygod i wanna be moots with you this is so unfair 💔 and how’d it go? new school?? wow how’s it going for youu? and i’ve been okay and busy because of uni, it sucks imo. i was dying to get into this uni and now i’m just crying 😭🙏

[jungwoniics]

reason why. — k. sunoo

↦ pairing: kim sunoo / sunoo x reader

↦ synopsis: Kim Sunoo was your beloved boyfriend who was graduating from high school. While he was being the valedictorian during his graduation ceremony, you were in the Prefectorial Board room with the other student leaders. You had completely forgotten about the graduation ceremony where Sunoo was patiently expecting you.

↦ genre: fluff, slight angst (i tried)

↦ rating: pg13, sfw

↦ w/c: 0.6k+

↦ warnings: disappointed sunoo :(

↦ a/n: thank you so much @meraniki for participating in my event 🥺 we should totally get some pizza to celebrate (anyone wanna join us 😃😹) yes this is mostly fluff with i guess slight angst (or at least i tried 😀) but anyway, i rly hope this met your expectations, elly! (and it’s really a mere coincidence that this has become a sunoo fic HAH since we all know he’s your beloved) 💗

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i.

“Y/N, you’re coming for my graduation ceremony, right? I want you to be there,” Sunoo asks you as he walks you home from school that fine day.

Taking his hand in yours, you turn to look at him. “Of course I will. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I promise.”

Kim Sunoo, your boyfriend, the boy who was graduating from high school the next day. Kim Sunoo, your boyfriend, the valedictorian of his batch. You were really proud of him. He had always been a good student, possibly better than you. But you two never compared with one another in that way. You had other responsibilities anyway.

Not only were you a student leader in the school, but you were also the vice-captain of the photography club and the class president. Your time with Sunoo was limited, but that didn’t mean the two of you didn’t have fun when you did spend time together.

With the graduation ceremony being held the following day, it meant that it was again no-school day for the other students. While most students were able to sleep in or hang out with their friends, you were up since 6 a.m., planning bonding activities for the members of the photography club.

Time went by quicker than you realised. You were now in the Prefectorial Board room along with the other student leaders, discussing matters on the upcoming school elections to elect the new executive committee members. Immersed in your busy life, little did you know that someone was expecting you.

Sunoo was in his uniform, seated in the front row of the hall. His classmates kept coming up to him to congratulate him on becoming the valedictorian but he was busy looking for someone. That someone was none other than you, his girlfriend.

Half an hour passes and you were still nowhere to be seen. Sunoo guessed that you were caught up somewhere, knowing that you would never intentionally break your promise. “And now I would like to call upon this year’s valedictorian, Kim Sunoo!” the principal announces, gesturing for Sunoo to make his way up the stage.

Sunoo takes a last look at the door before standing up and heading over to the stage. “First of all, I would like to thank everyone so much for this opportunity,” He begins his speech, constantly scanning the audience in case he had missed you among the big crowd.

But you weren’t there. Then he knew.

You weren’t coming.

You were finally on the way home after spending 3 hours in the Prefectorial Board room. As you passed by the hall, you saw a couple students carrying pieces of decorations out of the hall.

And that’s when it hit you. The graduation ceremony.

You immediately approach one of the students. “Is Sunoo still around?”

The boy scoffs, “The valedictorian? He left an hour ago.”

“Oh, of course. Thanks,” you nod before running off to correct a wrong.

ii.

Panting, you finally arrive in front of Sunoo’s door. With a plastic in one hand, you knock on the door as you quickly catch your breath. Feeling impatient, the door opens just as you were about to knock again.

“Sunoo,” you look up to see the boy still in his school uniform, his hair noticeably messy. He gives you a small smile, clearly upset with you. Or so you thought.

“Sunoo, I’m really, really, really, really sorry for missing the graduation ceremony. I really didn’t mean to forget about it. I know it meant a lot to you for me to be there. I just got so distracted by my own responsibilities. I’m really sorry. And I know it may be hard to believe but, I really do care about you, Sunoo.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. That’s why I love you. You care about everyone. You try so hard to make everyone happy, you even forget about yourself. Come on, I'll share the mint chocolate ice cream with you just this once,” Sunoo says, inviting you in.

You gladly enter, snickering. “Wait, what makes you think the ice cream’s for you?”

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[amjustagirl]

Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

feat. Kita Shinsuke

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. 

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Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

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You knew of Kita Shinsuke, certainly - at least from your gigging girlfriends.

He’s known for his stellar grades (second only to your own) and his reserve position as the keeper on the Hufflepuff team. 

You found him serious and studious when you partnered with him once or twice in class.

But otherwise, you weren’t well acquainted with him. 

That all changed when you were appointed head boy and head girl respectively, and had to share an office for prefectorial duties. 

‘Shall I get started on the disciplinary reports due this week, or draft the allocation of duties for the month?’ You ask him when you met him to split up the work for the first time. 

‘Neither, I’ve done them both’, he replies curtly. A stack of reports in his neat, square handwriting drops in your lap.  

‘Oh’, you say lamely, feeling a little redundant. ‘Is there anything else I can help you with then?’ 

He shakes his head, a clear dismissal as he turns back to his work. 

He’s too high-handed, you complain to your friends. He takes charge of all briefings, tries to refuse your help for most tasks, only accepting when you archly remind him that you’re his peer, not his subordinate. 

He’s infuriating, you continue to complain. He doesn’t have a spark of humour in his eyes when you try to joke around with him, he’s stern and harsh with the other prefects, who all end up protesting to you. And worst of all - his grades are catching up to yours, slowly, steadily - your pride doesn’t appreciate him nipping at your heels. 

 You don’t dislike him. But you don’t like him either. 

That is - until you’re two months into your final year, and you’re off on a solo round one night. 

Your mind was full of the entrance requirements for the Healer course that was just released this evening that you completely forgot where you were (the side staircase between the ground floor and the second floor is tricky, even the first years know that) and stuck your foot right into the vanishing stair.  

It’s a full moon tonight. Your foot is stuck in the stair. All incontrovertible facts. It’s so late that you’ve long given up hope of anyone rescuing you until dawn, so you crouch on the stairs, head huddled in your arms, prepared to camp here until dawn. 

Anyone, that is - save for one Kita Shinsuke. 

He clears his throat, rousing you from your nap, and though you glance up with hope, you end up deflating when you realise it’s him. 

‘You didn’t report back after your round’, he says, the faintest shadow of a smile on his face as he looks down on you, uniform rumpled, eyes heavy with sleep. 

‘I kinda got stuck’, you admit, letting him pull you up, and you mutter a resentful thanks when he frees you from the accursed stairs. 

‘I can see that’, he chuckles, and you blink owlishly. 

Kita Shinsuke, laughing? You must be hallucinating. 

Still, for all his flaws, he’s a gentleman, insisting on walking you back to Ravenclaw tower. It’s such a shock to your system to find that he’s actually human that you find the courage to voice out your long held complaint that he’s not letting you do enough work, that it makes you feel redundant. 

He apologises earnestly. ‘I didn’t mean to do that - I’ve been so used to just tryin’ to do everythin’ by myself that I forget I’ve a partner to help me with this’. 

You accept his apology with a laugh, wishing him farewell and goodnight. 

As you get ready for bed, your face heats up for some reason when you think about him referring to you as his partner. You’re glad he didn't pick up on it.  

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That marks a turning point in your relationship with him. 

True to his word, Kita starts to treat you like his partner in all prefectorial tasks, splitting all tasks equally with you, seeking your counsel when he needs to. And you start to see why your friends giggled helplessly when you told them that he would be head boy, and would share an office with you. 

‘He’s hot!’ They protested, when you scolded them for being silly twits. 

And now, you have to agree - staring shamelessly at the sight of his broad shoulders filling out his quidditch uniform, his light grey hair tousled in the wind as he glides gracefully down on his broom towards you. 

‘Yachi-san forgot to get you to sign the report’, you tell him, waving the sheaf of papers at him. ‘And don’t scold her, she’s still terrified of you’. 

The younger girl still shakes whenever Kita speaks to her, and she even begged you on her knees to seek him out in her stead. You should be the one thanking her, you think amusedly, appreciating the sheen of sweat on his forehead, the proud curve of his neck as he signs the documents, giving you a wave as he returns back to practice. 

Then you discover he’s not as heartless as his demeanor led you to believe. 

‘Kita, what are on earth are you doing?’ You gasp at the sight before you. 

You heard some rustling in an empty classroom, and assuming it to be another amorous couple getting frisky (you would turn a blind eye, really but you’ve had to clean up after them far too many times for you to have lost your patience by now), you kicked the door open, only to be greeted by the absolutely adorable sight Kita Shinsuke surrounded by a whole gaggle of younger students seated in a circle around him. The younger kids giggle, and even Kita breaks into a smile. 

It turns out he’s been tutoring the weakest students in his downtime because, as he says - magic is hard for those not born into it, like him. Refusing to be left out, you join him in these tutoring sessions, cajoling him to hold it in your office, magicking up beanbags and cushions to make the entire tutoring session a much more comfortable affair. 

‘Well done!’ he exclaims in excitement as the shyest first year succeeds in casting a wingardium leviosa for the first time. 

‘Good work!’ he tells another second year approvingly, as she shows him her top marks for her transfiguration essay. 

Watching him take the whole brood of younger kids under his wing makes you look at him in a different light - a softer light, for the first time. 

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‘Would you like to go to Hogsmeade together?’ you ask him after a prefects’ meeting, as you walk back to your office together to gather your things. You’ve practised far too long in front of the mirror to channel your inner Gryffindor (even though you’re at heart, a studious Ravenclaw) to mess this up. 

‘Sure’, he responds without skipping a beat, and you grin, fist pumping behind his back. 

But when you turn up at Hogsmeade, the entire batch of final year prefects is there too. 

‘It was a good idea to have a batch outing’, Kita says, as he turns around to chat with Kiyoko from Gryffindor. 

Kuroo from Slytherin, who you hear would’ve been head boy if Kita didn’t beat him out, grins knowingly as he notices the lip gloss you used specially for this occasion, and even kind, funny Aran from Gryffindor bumps your shoulder sympathetically as you look utterly downcast for the rest of the afternoon. 

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You’re a Ravenclaw, for Merlin’s sake, so you take a hint, lick your injured pride, and stop any further romantic overtures towards one Kita Shinsuke. 

But when you notice his eyes growing tired, his hand faltering over another report he should’ve delegated to someone else, you shoo him stubbornly out of the office, pertly telling him it’s time to take his own advice and rest - or you’ll write to his grandma, and see if she doesn’t send him a howler to take care of himself. When he’s gone, you promptly take over the report, and in complete defiance of your own words to him, you keep yourself up all night finishing not just that report, but the rest of the reports on his plate for the week. 

It’s what a friend would do, you tell yourself, gritting your teeth and setting your quill viciously on an accounting report that bloody Daishou managed to push off to Kita instead of doing it himself. 

It’s dawn by the time you faceplant into the stack of reports you managed to plow through. 

‘Et tu, brutus’, he mutters when he finds you asleep on the desk the next morning, head still pillowed on the mountain of reports. His eyes crinkle at the edges when he gazes down at you, laughing softly when you shy away from his attempts to wake you.

‘Kita?’ you mumble, when he finally takes hold of your shoulder and gently shakes you awake. ‘Didn’t I tell you to go to sleep?’ 

Wait a minute. Is it morning already? 

You jolt awake, swiping the drool collecting at the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, flushing red in embarrassment at cool, collected Kita catching you like this. This is a bloody nightmare - you grab at your things, making hurried excuses to leave the room when he catches your wrist. 

‘Would ya want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?’ 

‘With the rest of the prefects?’ you mumble shamefacedly, not even noticing that he doesn’t let go of your hand. ‘Sure, I guess.’

Kita laughs again. Twice in a day, you note distractedly. Did you miss something in Astronomy class about the stars aligning with Jupiter or something? 

‘Nope, just with me.’ He tugs you towards him, standing so close your ears flame bright red. You’re sure that if he takes a step closer, your ears might explode. 

‘Kita?’ you stammer, unsure if you’re awake or lost in your dreams. 

‘I owe you an apology’, he says, eyes trained on your lips. 

It definitely isn’t a dream because oh Merlin you can feel his breath fan against your lips. 

‘I only realised you were askin’ me on a date the last time after Aran set me straight. And I’ve been waitin’ for the right moment to ask you out to set matters straight.’

‘You don’t have to - ‘ you squeak, but your words are swallowed by his mouth slanting hungrily against yours and oh gods you’re one of those couples you have to book for making out in school, aren’t you - but does it count if you’re doing it in the head prefects’ office - and wait, does this mean you have to book yourself -  

Then you lose all train of thought when Kita swipes his tongue into the seam of your mouth. Clinging to him for dear life, you tangle your fingers in his hair. 

‘I want to’, he promises, when you separate for breath. 

Your mind is still blank as you nod dumbly, agreeing to meet him at the Great Hall next weekend. You’re still touching your swollen lips, completely distracted that you don’t even notice the squeals and whispers in the corridors when he walks you to class, hand in hand. 

[edengarden]

Don’t mind me, just thinkin’ of swimmer Tendou again

Tendou, who’s the only swimmer on the shiratorizawa team who’s had the guts to swim in Ushijima’s lane without whining about how Ushi will run him over

Tendou, who ends up making the prefectorial team and joins, but is stuck there alone because Ushiwaka has bigger meets to compete in at that time

Tendou, who sits on the miyagi team bus alone, thinking that it’s okay because swimming is an individual sport after all, though he feels a bit lonely when he looks all over and others are getting to know each other

Tendou, who feels bad for you when the only spot left is next to him. And who feels even worse when the coach says they’ll have to keep the same spots for the entire weekend

Tendou, who feels surprised (and flattered) when you express how great you think he is as a breaststroker. Who lets himself engage in a conversation with you about swimming but you two end up talking about other interests and points you have in common

Tendou, who touches the wall during finals, feeling pretty satisfied with his ranking, but turns towards your team only to see you practically overjoyed and celebrating his victory with/for him

Tendou, who religiously skips cool downs after sessions because he thinks he can walk it off but finds himself unable to refuse when you promise him you’ll cool down and swim with him

Tendou, who can’t push you away when you fall asleep on his shoulder on the drive back home. Instead he falls asleep as well, head leaning on the top of yours

Tendou, who’s shocked (but should’ve expected it from you) when you come see him at the next meet, talking about how you want to exchange information so you can keep in touch

Tendou, who realizes that maybe swimming is a little more than just an individual sport

[unproductivx]

Dealing with the pressure to achieve

Inspired by @collegemode‘s post about gifted kids. 

Link to the post is here. It got me thinking a lot about how, so often, many of us [particularly here where I live, in Asia] are faced with the pressure to do well in school, to excel, and to achieve. We go to schools that, from young, drill a mark-objective mentality into learning. If it’s not from the schools, it just exists SO much in our societies. As someone who goes to a very academic, result-oriented school, I know what that’s like. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my school. I miss going there so much (with the quarantine and all) and I love my friends and all of my teachers. It's been a place of wonderful memories and learning.

But I wrote this in the hopes that sharing my story may help those of you who are also struggling with this problem. 

PROBLEM #1: Resting VS Unproductivity

It's just... I read a lot about "burn-out" and I am so scared it will happen to me. Maybe you’re scared it will happen to you. Maybe it has happened to you. I'm trying to find a balance between working hard and taking rest, but the whole "resting" thing is kind of alien to me to the point where I don't really know when it's TOO much or not enough. And I think that is the first problem. We are always being pushed to fill our time with things deemed ‘productive’ - our extra-curricular activities are tailored to ensure success in our tertiary education.

It’s been quite difficult to come to terms with the fact that taking a break is okay. Not every second needs to be filled with purpose. Sometimes, it’s good enough to just exist. It might be a little unnerving. Maybe you’re afraid you’ll get so used to ‘resting’ you’ll never be able to work again, or that you���ll become a lazy couch potato. 

And that’s the thing. We need to learn how to relax. How to unwind. How to watch Netflix and not get addicted. There’s nothing wrong with binge-watching: except when that binge-watching is replacing studying for an upcoming test. Believe you me, I had that problem. My solution was to stop watching Netflix entirely during schooling days, but I’ve realised that was never a viable solution. I essentially ‘ran away’ from my problem. We need to learn it’s okay to like things, and learn how to do so in moderation. If you’re planning on watching then getting back to work, write it down in a schedule and commit to going back to work after your break. 

Little by little, discipline will form.

PROBLEM #2: Misconceptions about hard work.

 I know the grades I achieve come from hard work (and not from being intrinsically genius) but a lot of times my peers don't see that, so they continue to project that unhealthy mentality of "gifted kids" no matter how much I try to change their minds. It’s a huge labelling thing, that I am guilty of too.

“He/she is the smart kid.” The ‘smart’ kids being people who’d achieve the best grades, top all the exams. They were the ones people wanted in their group projects. Then of course, there were the ‘quiet’ kids, and all the other classroom personalities. 

A lot of the time, I was labelled as one of the smart kids. I suppose in a sense, it could be flattering, but then we’ve got this huge huge huge misconception about what it means to be ‘smart’. It’s also a little heartbreaking, specially in Primary school, when people only want to befriend you because they think you’ll help them out, or join their group and do most of the work. 

I've always held back from speaking out about it, because, nobody wants to hear the ‘smart kid’ complain. I'm afraid people will think that I am being ungrateful, that I'm complaining about getting good grades. But it's not like that at all, and I really hope it doesn't come across that way.

I’m tenth grade, and have another one and half years to go before I graduate from school. I have this huge pressure to do well for my igcses and get all A*, and sometimes I'm not sure if I can do it myself. It's a goal I would like to achieve,, but it's kind of scary. My peers, and my teachers too, I think, are kind of expecting this and I have this horrid fear that I won't make it and everyone will be disappointed! I've ranked first in the year every year since Year 3. And even writing that, and admitting it, is scary to me.  I don’t like talking about those achievements, because there is just so much doubt that follows.

It is motivation to go further, but at the same time, it's "holy shit if I don't make it this year then im going to look like such a disappointment ohmygod ohmygod.. "

“All those books and articles about high-school burn out are right, what if I really have ‘peaked in high school’ and I’m never going to do well in ANYTHING ELSE ever again?” 

It scares me. It really does. But at the same time, I know a lot of these thoughts are not me, but the manifestation of the pressure being put on me. It’s one of those things where you know you shouldn’t compare yourself to others, but it’s just so hard not to.

Talking to someone you trust helps.

My ex-Principal and I were quite close, and "close" in the sense that I felt I could talk to her about stress, or feeling pressured, and all that sort. I joined the Prefectorial Board in my school in Year 7, and she was the Prefect Advisor, and that’s really how she got to know me, and perhaps vice-versa. It was only really in Year 8 and 9 when I opened up about my feelings.

Talking to her was probably the first time I had ever talked to anybody, properly talked to anybody, about how stressed and worried I was. I didn't even realise it was something that I had been bottling up, because I literally just burst into tears when she talked to me. 

God, it was kind of embarrassing. We were on our way back from a Leadership conference and I guess the ‘trigger’ was me, having an argument [no, more accurately my dad scolding me on the phone about something] and me, feeling so upset that I finished her box of tissues and I was just like NSKSJSKS :"((.

I've always been someone who can appear confident. I'm a loud, outgoing, extroverted person so maybe that's why. But sitting with my principal and talking to her literally made me realise I had so many insecurities and anxieties that I kept telling myself I didn't have, or I kept pushing away. 

I find it difficult to tell people no, and it’s because I hate letting people down. Out of all my fears, my fear of disappointing others is huge - especially my parents, and it doesn’t really help that I do have that typical ‘Asian mentality’ of doing whatever it takes to make mom and dad happy. They don’t pressure me outwardly, but it’s still “there”. 

To use an euphemism, my ‘bruhh’ moment of realisation was when my principal said to me, ‘nobody really knows, nobody really sees everything behind your results’ - a tip of the ice-berg kind of thing. Hell, I haven’t even summoned the courage to talk about this to my parents. You can’t expect people to psychically know how you feel if you don’t talk to them. I agree - I love both of my parents. I know everything they do is just for the betterment of my well-being.

“Why haven’t you talked to them?” she asked.

I don’t know. I don’t want them to be disappointed, or to be more honest, I don’t want to be a ‘burden’. It sounds stupid... but they’re busy people. My dad is really stressed a lot of the time, and additionally, I only rarely feel so low. 

I’m not going to tell you to talk to your parents if you’re not comfortable, because neither am I [though I hope to get there someday], but you do need to ‘let it out’. Someone you trust, someone who’s going to listen and give good advice is the one you need to talk to.

And hey, my DMs are open too. Though please excuse my social awkwardness sometimes - I will be listening too. 

Something she said that really stuck with me [no, it’s not really anything cosmically amazing], was she asked me:

“What do you want?” 

What do you want to achieve? Is this something that’s going to make you happy? 

And I think in dealing with the pressure to achieve... this is something that’s so, so, so important. If you’re going to be working hard, you should work hard for something that’ll make you happy. Don’t lie to yourself, because then you’ll be lying to yourself for the rest of your life.

This doesn’t mean don’t think about others. Thinking about what you want doesn’t automatically make you a selfish person. It’s something that has helped me move away from being hyper-competitive. It’s a slow, long journey.... but we will all get there, eventually.

<3 lots of love, 

- tv

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[jaylaxies]

Hihi the new school's been pretty good and honestly it's the first time I've started bunking classes 😭 it's fun flunking and hanging out with friends and I'm also going to the conti and farewell on 30th Dec so that's gonna be loads of work + fun 🗣️

I've also got caught up in a situationship w guy YK we both just talk and talk during the classes we bunk and hang out in the school grounds,, we're in the "we both like eo but are too possay to confess" phase of situationships 🤡‼️

And I've finally decided I'm pursuing corporate law so i joined CLAT coaching which is 3 days a week for 6 hours each day🤡 and the admission rate in NLUs is so📈📈📈📈 I'm honestly stressed about my future and excited about 12th class🤭 and the seniors signed off officially last Friday so I'm officially one of the seniormost students in the school IT'S TIME TO MAKE USE OF MY PREFECTORIAL AUTHORITY 😈😈

-🌬️

the way i’ve never bunked classes in school, but yes i’ve missed some for preparing for competitions and stuff, however, the teachers were always there to accompany me 😭😭 im glad you’re having fun!

situationships are sooo,, 😭✋🏼 please i hope one of you will confess soon and it’ll all work out for the best!

LAW OHMYGOD,, sounds hard but cool, i wish i didn’t take science tbh it is k wording me rn but what can i even do 😞 good luck to you anonnie’ you’ll be great :3