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f1nalgirlz · 4 months

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Desperation. | Charlie Walker

in which Ghostface (Charlie Walker) attacks a girl he’d always been attracted to, in anger of her never noticing him. She pleads with him, assuring him she’d do anything for her life. Would he take this opportunity to get what he’d always wanted from her?

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ Charlie Walker x reader, fem! reader, p in v, nsfw, use of y/n, college student y/n still living with her parents, disappearing act ghostface

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ violent themes, serial killer(ghostface), sexual themes, knife mention, creampie, fingering.

The night was extremely dark, not to mention chilly. By now it was mid-October and everyone in Woodsboro was buzzing about the recent murders amping up. Some people cared, but to most, it seemed like a big joke. To Y/N however, it was far from it. The killings had gotten increasingly more violent and depraved. The news coverage and talk about it amongst the population made Y/N’s heart feel like it was tensing up in her chest, unable to push any blood through her body. Looking out the window of her house she couldn’t see any people walking around or any porch lights turned on. This was likely because of the countywide curfew put in place by the police department. Before the murders had started, her parents had to take a trip abroad, trusting her alone in Woodsboro. After hearing about the murders, they instantly regretted their decision. Unfortunately, their tickets were nonrefundable. They were forced to stay on their work trip with no way back to their daughter.

Y/n pulled the curtains she was gazing out of shut and walked over to check that the front door was still locked. When she confirmed it was, she did her rounds, checking all locks and closing curtains downstairs. Once she was satisfied she went upstairs to her room with increasingly heavy eyes. When she pushed the sturdy oak door open, however, something felt different, shocking some drowsiness out of her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She noticed next that the curtains in her room were flowing with the wind… her window was open.

She really wasn’t a dramatic person, but she was so sure that she had closed that window maybe not locked it but definitely closed. Slowly, she creeped towards the window, moving the curtains aside to see how far it was open… fully. It was fully open. When she stuck her head out to peek down, right there was the ladder from her backyard leaned up against the side of the house. She barely had time to process the ladder being lined up with her window before she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

As her eyes darted to the side, trying desperately to see her intruder she felt the gloved hand tighten, pulling her hair painfully. The pain alone made tears prick up in her eyes. “Please, what do you want?” She cried hoarsely, but she was just dragged to the floor by her hair. When she landed on her back she looked up, a medium height person looming over her in a ghostface costume. This revelation made her heart sink, tears fully welling up into her eyes now. “Please… I’ll do anything… just please don’t kill me.” She said, some tears rolling down her cheeks as she scooted away from the figure above her, not daring to stand up from the floor. The ghostface tilted his head, as if he was thinking about her words, then came another desperate plea. “I’ll do anything! I won’t even report this to the cops or tell ANYONE please!” She was fully begging now, sobbing as she did. Charlie raised his eyebrows under his mask. ‘Was she serious?’ He thought to himself but decided not to dwell on it. He wanted her, he’d wanted her so badly for so long, this could be his opportunity right? Her stomach twisted when she felt a strong hand grabbing her by the arm, slamming her down on her own bed, face down. She sucked in a deep breath when she heard the jingling of a belt, fear paralyzed her, but something in her stomach felt tingly. When she felt gloved hands yanking down her pajama shorts and panties, her cheeks flushed. She was not only embarrassed that she was being exposed like this, but also ashamed that this current treatment was making her feel things. Not just the usual things someone would feel in the situation, like terror, but she was feeling her heat pulsating between her legs. She'd never admit it to anyone else, but she'd always read books about situations like this. When she got off sometimes she'd even imagine it happening to her. She knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help her interest in it. She bit her lower lip when her legs were spread by two aggressive hands, as she obediently remained bent over her bedside. She remained quiet, not daring to look back at him until she felt something hard and warm thrust into her pussy. It had slid in easily, no resistance at all due to how wet she'd gotten simply from being manhandled this way. She’d turned to look back at him, her lips falling into an ‘o’ shape, she’d almost looked surprised. That’s what Charlie would’ve thought anyway, had a low moan not slipped out of her mouth. The masked man tilted his head at her as he began thrusting into her at a steady pace.

As the man thrusted inside her, she tried to remain unmoving, knowing he had a knife. Still, even knowing he’d broke into her house to kill her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling pleasure. It made her body hot and her stomach tighten. The way he pounded into her, occasionally tugging her hair with a gloved hand made her uncontrollably moan. It was even better than she'd imagined in the past, the fear of his knife penetrating her skin just added to the adrenaline rush of the whole situation. Y/n was desperate for him and it was obvious by the way she pushed her hips back against his when he thrusted into her, the way her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back every time they opened, and especially by the way long strings of moans were escaping her mouth. Y/n was absolutely shameless by now. She wasn't the only one thoroughly enjoying this encounter though, Charlie was too. Moans and grunts escaping him, muffled by his mask. As his thrusts grew sloppier the clatter of the knife hitting the hardwood floor could be heard. Y/n felt the gloved hands aggressively gripping the skin of her hips, slamming her onto his cock roughly, a choked moan leaving her lips as her chest heaved. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing around him as her hands desperately grasped for anything to hold onto, which ended up being her blanket. The previously silent room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and moans from both people in the room. A smile was working its way onto Charlie's lips, though no one would even be able to see it, he could feel a burning in his stomach as he watched how the girl reacted underneath him. Charlie could feel his orgasm nearing as he continued to hammer into her, cumming deep into her soon after the feeling built up. Her throbbing pussy milking every drop from him, as he slumped forward, chest against her back. A low moan escaped him as she continued moving her hips against his now still ones until, he couldn't stand the overstimulation any longer and pulled out. The girl under him moaned softly, and a wet noise followed his movements.

A soft whine left her lip, she was achingly close but hadn't gotten to cum. Though just inches away from release, she wasn't about to push her luck with a serial killer. However, her whine and lack of release didn't go unnoticed by Charlie though, as he slipped his gloves off and tossed them to the floor. His eyes over her body, still bent over the bed, cum leaking from her used hole. He used two fingers to scoop it up, pushing it back into her pussy, the contact making her moan again. That's when the man spoke for the first time that night, "You wanna cum?" he asked her teasingly, she didn't even have time to be surprised, just giving him a vigorous nod in response. His fingers worked their way inside her skillfully, pressing into every right spot in her warmth. She moaned again as he massaged her pulsing cunt, spreading her legs with his free hand and wrapping his arm around her to rub her clit. She was too entranced to notice how familiar the voice sounded. As his fingers pumped in and out of her, she felt her orgasm building up in her stomach. She was getting closer by the second until finally she was sent over the edge, pussy tightening around Charlie's fingers and a loud moan escaping her, being muffled by her shoving her face into her bed. As she came, his fingers continued to move inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

As Y/n came down from her high, catching her breath while body slumped over the side of her bed she finally decided to sit up and look around. The ghostface who'd been there previously was gone. She was a little relieved, but a lot confused. Standing up on her shaky legs, she scanned the empty room. Her body was utterly exhausted, instead of cleaning herself up she decided to just crawl into her bed and sleep.

R: long time no see... i know this is kinda ass, especially at the end, but i had an idea and wanted to write for it. i started working on this back in October and never finished it until now.. it is also not proofread yet so lmk if you see any typos or errors of any kind. I greatly appreciate any feedback good or bad. i'm working on a few vampire fics atm but i have a lot of ideas i wanna do. i also wanna write some more stuff for non-Rory characters so yeah!

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 4 months

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i always get pissed off when people are like “season 4 is the best ian season! he’s so hot!” because i’ve seen so many people say that and like… the best? did we watch the same show?

he was extremely traumatized, homeless at one point, working at a club (at 17), doing drugs and getting roofied at the club (and acting like getting roofied was normal for him- which it probably was), was basically prostituting himself, had undiagnosed bipolar disorder, and also “i didn’t like starving myself to fit into that gold thong”.

it’s so weird how romanticized that era is because to me all i see is just a victimized literal CHILD who was failed by every adult in his life. that man mickey beat up in 4x07 was going to rape ian, and again, when ian woke up he was totally normal about it. barely anyone even cared when ian ran away and i wish they did because he was in so much danger, and i get people think that him being skinny and in tight clothes is hot but again- he’s a CHILD and a victim.

#i feel like i’m the only person who thinks season 4 is sadder than season 5 for him #at least in season 5 people cared and he was given help #shameless #ian gallagher #season 4 #shameless rant #4x07 #gallavich

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dean-samw67 · 11 months

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Hello :)

I saw that you are taking requests for Leon Kennedy... If you are willing to write it, I would be happy if you could write Leon Kennedy RE4 x fem reader where she is having her first time with him (the reader has no previous experience in that field) and all is very fluff but smut at the same time. But it is completely fine if you don't want to write it so no pressure....

Have a nice day:)

Trauma Bonded

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

A/N: I am going to try! Leon will be trying so hard to contain himself for sure tho… hahahaha. Ashley obviously isn’t here yet, because otherwise I don’t think they could do the do.

Warnings!!: First time, Sex, Tension, Porn with no plot really, praising?

Words: 2725

You were sitting with Leon in a cabin, healing up. You let out a soft groan as you wrap up your arm, which was bleeding a bit.

“Let me help.” Leon says as he walks to you. You look up at him from where you sat on the bed that sat in the middle of the cabin, against the wall. He had his hand out.

“Thanks.” You mumble as you place your arm in his hand and he continues to wrap it, making sure it is covered.

“Need to be careful next time. It might not be just a cut.” He glances up at your face every so often.

“I know.” You sigh. After he finishes he lets your arm go. You rest your hand in your lap and meet his eye.

“There.” He whispers and cups your cheek. You close your eyes and take in his warm touch. You had an attachment to Leon. Maybe it was a trauma bond because you had been with him for the Racoon City incident. Maybe it was because you two genuinely had something. Either way you both had leaned on one another for a lot. You could relate to each other, which was hard to find with what had happened.

You open your eyes, giving him a concerned look. “Are you okay?”

“I am fine. Nothing I wasn’t able to fix.” He answers.

“Alright.” You nod. You push yourself back on the bed and lay down, craving any type of stretch for your body. It ached a bit and considering you were always running from something, you didn’t get a break often.

Leon couldn’t help but admire you as you lay out before him. He wasn’t some big horndog who couldn’t control himself, but he had to admit that he was highly attracted to you and he had thought of you like that before. The thought of you under him, under his touch, it was one that rested in the back of his mind regularly. And made special appearances in the worst times. Like now.

He was standing right in front of you when the thought surfaced, causing his cock to harden in his pants. He backs up from the bed and turns away from you. You open your eyes and look up at him.

“You sure you are alright?” You push yourself to rest on your elbows,

“Yeah. I am good.” He nods quickly, trying to push the thought of you naked underneath him out of his brain. But the more he tried to get rid of it, the more scenarios would pop up.

“Come lay down with me.” You crawl to the pillow and lay your head on it as you rest on your side, looking at him.

“I am alright.” He bites on his bottom lip.

“Please. I need some cuddles right now.” You playfully pout. He glances back at you, your pout always being a weakness. He didn’t want you to know how he felt. How dirty his thoughts were. He knew you had never had sex before. It was a topic of conversation that heightened his dirty thoughts. Imagining that he would be the one to take your virginity. To be the first one to have you in such a way. It plagued his mind.

Leon tried his best to not draw attention to the uncomfortableness of his hard on as he walks to the bed. He climbs on it and lays behind you, arm wrapping over your waist, but trying to keep his hips back from yours. You sigh in content and close your eyes. You always had found comfort in Leon. You trusted him with your life. And maybe it went back to the trauma bond thing but you didn’t care what caused it. You held onto your trust for him like your life depended on it.

Yet when it came down to cuddling, you never felt close enough to him. Especially right now. For some reason it seemed as if he was trying to keep some distance and you didn’t like it. You scoot back, pressing your body tightly against his, earning a gasp from Leon. Immediately you knew why. You could feel the bulge through his pants and against your ass.

You never really realized you had this effect on him. Yet, you’d be lying if you said you never got wet from just being in his presence sometimes. You had talked to him about how you were a virgin. After you and him had formed the bond you have, your virginity was simply because you never wanted to lose it. It’s not like there were never any men who wanted you. But you knew who you wanted to give your virginity to. The only person you could trust.

You both didn’t say anything and the air in the cabin was now thick. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing from the two of you. Leon couldn’t help but close his eyes as he softly inhaled your scent, his nose brushing your shoulder. The feeling of his breath against your skin sent chills along your body. You could feel a wetness gathering in your panties, but not daring to shift no matter how uncomfortable it may have felt. His hand was resting against your lower stomach and you could feel the slight tremble of it.

“Are you nervous?” You finally break the silence.

“No.” He whispers into your neck.

“Why are you trembling?” You question.

“I am trying to not do anything I may regret.” His answer causes goosebumps along your body. You riled him up that much?

“Like?”

“Touching you in a way that might be inappropriate.” Each word increased the tension.

“What if I want you to?” You gasp out.

His cock throbbed against his pants at the sound of your offer. “Don’t tempt me.” Your hand slides down and takes his, slowly slipping it into your leggings. A soft growl emits from his throat as he can feel the heat that was in between your legs. You close your eyes, feeling a soft kiss pressed to the skin of your neck and his fingers brushing you over your panties.

“This is a dangerous game, Y/n. I don’t know if I can control myself.” He whispers. He didn’t mean it that he wouldn’t be gentle or patient with her, because he would. He just knew if she gave herself to him, he would also be giving into his dirty thoughts, which he could barely contain as it is.

In response you push your hands past your panties and guide his fingers to your clit, a gasp escaping you at the touch.

“Fuck…” Leon grunts in your ear as he begins to rub circles on your clit. Yeah, you had touched yourself before, but something about it being him made it so much more intense. His fingers dip down a bit, gathering your wetness on them. “Shit, you are so damn wet.” He presses a kiss just under your ear.

“You do this to me…” You whimper.

“I better be the only one.” Something about him being possessive sent a surge of pleasure washing over you.

“You are. You always were.” You had a soft grip on his wrist now as the tips of his fingers just barely dip into you.

“You want your pants off, love?” He whispers. You quickly nod in response and his hand is removed from your cunt as he helps you remove your leggings and panties, kicking them off the bed. He takes your leg and pulls it back to rest over his, spreading you open for him. His hands slip up your sides and push your shirt up. You adjust as you help him to get it off you, your hands reaching back and unclipping the bra that now was your only restriction. As soon as that was off you were back to laying into him as his hand rested just over your lower stomach.

“Look how beautiful.” Leon leaves a kiss on your shoulder. You felt a little nervous now, completely exposed under his stare.

“If I get too excited and it overwhelms you, stop me.” He looks you in the eyes.

“Yes.” You nod.

“Good girl.” He whispers and those two words just made you even more wet. His hand goes back to your cunt and strokes along your entrance for a moment before he very slowly pushes a finger into you. You grip the pillow beneath your head as you whimper. It wasn’t very painful with just one but that changed when he added a second finger into you.

Your walls felt tight around the two fingers inside you as he rubs your clit gently with his thumb. The circles on your clit were making the bit of pain worth it. You had no clue how you would take his dick but you calmed your nerves, remembering this was Leon. And Leon cared about you. You trusted him.

As soon as his fingers began to move in and out of you, the room quickly filled with your whines of pleasure, the pain quickly fading.

“Such a good girl… take my fingers.” His nose drags across your jaw as you gasp out. Your scent was intoxicating to him.

“Leon…” Your whimpers sent a fire through Leon. He was trying so hard to keep from ripping his clothes off and just taking you right now. He wanted to prep you and be gentle. But just the feeling of you clenching on his fingers made his cock twitch. The thought of your tight pussy around his hard cock was almost too much for him.

“Fuck. You are doing so beautifully, baby.” He praises as his fingers push deeper into you causing you to almost close your legs in pleasure but he quickly pushes them back to where they were. “Don’t. I want to watch my fingers fuck you.” He growls. The wetness that built up was heard through your moans of pure pleasure. You were soaked and he loved that. It meant you were ready to take his cock whenever he was ready.

“It's so much…” You were already shaking and he was only using his fingers.

“Do you need me to stop?” He asks, his fingers beginning to slow.

“No, no, no. Please. No. Don’t stop.” You beg. Fuck, seeing how desprate you were for him made him grind against your ass.

“I am going to stop with my fingers. I need to be inside you. Is that okay?” He asks as he removes his fingers from inside you. You quickly nod and he sits up, quickly removing his clothing. You don’t think you had ever seen him move as quickly as he did to undress. You watch him, your hand in between your legs now, stroking at your clit softly. The minute Leon is naked he is in between your legs.

“Look at you like this… touching yourself.” His eyes admire each inch of you. He leans down towards you, his lips capturing yours. You close your eyes as you melt into the kiss. It was slow and passionate. He pulls your legs against his hips, cock gently brushing against your cunt. The moans against his lips and the feeling of your dripping cunt against his dick was so much. He was still fighting the urge to just slam into you. But he didn’t want to make it hurt more than he knew it would.

“I am going to put my dick inside you. Tell me if you want me to stop.” His pulls back from your lips enough to warn you before he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip against your entrance. You were still rubbing your clit and he wouldn’t stop you, knowing it may help with the pain. He takes a deep breath before sinking his cock into your tight hole.

The gasp that escapes him was not something he thought he could make. He knew you would be tight but damn. He realized you had stopped rubbing yourself as you whined in pain. He reaches to your clit, pushing your hand aside and rubbing it softly.

“Shit…” He breathes out. He could honestly cum right then and there with how you wrapped around him. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure from him rubbing your clit. Your legs were shaking from the overwhelming feeling. But not a single part of you wanted him to stop. “I am gonna move. Is that okay?”

“Please.” The word was enough for him to slowly begin to thrust his hips. You let out whimpers as you grip his biceps, nails digging into the skin.

“Is it too much?” He grunts in your ear. You shake your head quicker than you ever had before, opening your eyes and looking up at him.

“Don’t stop.” You whimper and he places his forehead to yours.

“I won’t, love.” He whispers and groans as he thrusts, each one picking up pace and lessening your pain. You slide one of your hands up his bicep and to his face, cupping his flushed cheek.

“You feel so good inside me.” You moan as your thumb strokes over his cheekbone. He leaves a soft peck to your lips. Nothing is said now. All that is heard is panting and moaning from the two of you, the bed creaking a bit with each thrust. You both were just enjoying the other's presence and the feeling of this closeness. His free arm was placed next to my head, holding himself up. You can’t help but feel even more turned on as you see the muscles of his arm flexing out of the corner of your eye.

“Fuck…” He groans, his breath fanning your face.

“Leon.” His name rolls off your tongue in the most lustful way as your moans increasingly get louder with each snap of his hips against yours.

“That’s it, love. Say my name.” A smirk graces his lips as pleasure contorts his face. Your mouth hung open as your eyebrows knit together. “Fuck, look at those faces you make. I can barely hold myself together.” He chuckles through his moans, sending another huge wave of pleasure through your body. Every touch was creating electricity within you and making you tumble closer and closer to the edge of your release.

Your back arches off the bed as you hold eye contact with Leon. Your body was trembling heavily and Leon thought about slowing down on you but fuck… he thought you look so pretty like this. A moaning mess while trembling from him. He couldn’t stop now. He was going to keep ramming into you now until you came undone on his cock.

He moves his head so his lips skim your ear and he nips at it. The little nip was enough to make you gasp as your walls clench slightly down on him.

“Fuck.” He growls, the feeling of your clenching making him struggle to hold onto his orgasm. You let out a heavy exhale that brushes his neck.

“Oh, shit… Leon.” You let out a loud whimper as the pleasure increases with each slap of your skin against his.

“How close are you, love? I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.” He grunts, each of his thrusts becoming slowly erratic.

“I am gonna cum…” You whine as he rubs fast circles on your clit.

“Cum with me baby.” He groans. That was enough to cause my tight walls to clench down on him, legs shuddering. “That’s it… That’s it, honey…” He moans just before stilling inside you and releasing deeply inside of you. The room is now filled with heavy breathing as you both come down. “So good.” He whispers in your ear and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes.

“Thank you.” Your voice was quiet but it was enough for Leon to hear. He presses his face into your neck, arms moving to secure your body to his.

“Don’t thank me, love. I wanted it just as much.” He mumbles, his lips brushing my neck. It all felt right. And regardless of this came from the fact that you may have a trauma bond, you were beyond happy it happened. He was worth everything.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 9 months

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i’ll go see you again tomorrow (spring is coming to an end) ; sashisu

[ part 0 - first meeting ]

synopsis; the gradual blossoming of a youth shared with three strange classmates, at the weird, isolated boarding school you all attend. as the seasons of your first year together pass, the relationship between you changes into something you don’t need to put into words to understand.

word count; 1.6k

contents; sashisu/reader (but can be read as either platonic or romantic, or something inbetween!! i wrote it with the latter in mind), gn!reader, no curses au (dw they’re all still a little bit insane and damaged), very shoujo manga-esque, reader is a little bit in love with all their friends, just wholesome comfy vibes :), characters may be ooc but pls bear with me </3

a/n; this is the shorter opening piece of a sashisu/reader series i’m writing and the first out of six planned parts!! :> the rest will be much longer this is just me setting the tone. sorta. i’m extremely normal about sashisu and i wanted to write something summery and sweet so <3

you first meet them in a sun-soaked classroom, with blue-tinted windows.

the room in question, clearly not having been of use for some time, is just a little dusty. enough that you notice it, nose scrunching up as your gaze trails over the space.

tiny specks of light dance around, meeting and intersecting between the gaps where streaks of sunlight fall and illuminate the floorboards. they’re oddly mesmerizing, a little hard to forget. the flicker of their movement begins to etch itself into your retinas; for some reason, you can’t quite take your eyes off them.

eventually, your attention is caught by something else, coaxing you into moving your gaze towards the translucent windows. they glimmer softly, tantalizingly in the sunlight, reflecting the blue of the sky. through the glass, it’s all you can see at first — a sky so blue that it’s a little irritating. big, white clouds are scattered like splotches of paint across a blue canvas, treading gently over the boundary of your vision.

in a similar fashion, the ground of the schoolyard is littered with dots of white. for just a second, you delude yourself into thinking that it’s snow; it’s not until you spot the skeletal trees and their pale blossoms that you see them for what they are. soft petals flutter down to the ground eagerly, covering everything in a pure white.

it really is eerily reminiscent of a snowy landscape, ephemeral in its beauty. it gives you the impression of having stepped over some sort of threshold, into another realm, another world entirely. coated in apricot blossoms, soaked in sunlight.

(it shouldn’t be possible from where you’re standing, behind the windows — but the scent reaches you all the same. everything smells of apricots.)

it’s springtime, and you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to share with three other kids, all standing in front of you and wearing mildly indifferent expressions as you give each other a brief glance.

you try not to stare too hard, but it’s difficult to resist the temptation. three new classmates, mysterious and just slightly intimidating; two guys, and one girl. the tiny glances you steal at them aren’t very sneaky, but you doubt they’d care, when they’re all doing the same.

you study their appearances, eager to sate the curiosity clawing at your heart.

the girl is pretty.

the expression on her face is laid-back, almost bored, and she looks a little like she doesn’t quite want to be here. her hair reaches down to her chin, just barely, brown and smooth and silky. estimating her exact height is a little tough; you can tell she’s fairly short, but you don’t know how much of it is exaggerated, courtesy of her placement between the other two. their lanky legs and broad shoulders only make her look smaller in comparison.

her eyes are chestnut-coloured, a little dim, somewhat hazy. there’s a mole under one of her eyes, too, and you’re acutely aware of how charming you find it. you’re relieved to have at least one girl in your class, anyhow. you hope she’s nice.

the boy on her right is pretty, too.

he’s much taller, and wearing a somewhat serious expression, but something about him feels almost comforting all the same. he seems relaxed, but also sharp, as his eyes trail across the room. his hair is black and silky, and it’s long — or so you assume, judging by the fact that he’s got it in a bun. two things about him stand out in particular; one, the black gauges on his ears, and two, a single lock of hair framing his face. his hair is tied up and neat, prim and proper, with the exception of his bangs. you don’t think it looks bad, exactly, but it’s an odd choice.

at first glance, you think his eyes are black, but when a ray of sunlight falls across his face you realize that they’re brown. a deep colour, oddly soothing, warm. little sparks of amber glitter in the depths of his irises, illuminated only by the sun. it gives you the impression that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

then there’s the other boy.

he’s the most intimidating out of the three, without a doubt, though you still can’t pinpoint exactly why. he strikes you as particularly unnerving; maybe it’s the expression on his face, that you can’t seem to identify. he’s also tall, very tall, even taller than the other guy — though only by a smidge. he towers over you slightly, and that unnerves you even further. there’s something in the way he’s standing that almost seems a little menacing. his hair is white, and soft, and just a tad messy. and he’s wearing a pair of round sunglasses, even though you’re indoors.

you can’t see his eyes well, behind the black glass, but you get the vague impression that they’re blue when sunlight cascades down the contours of his face and reflects in them.

you take another moment to simply look at them, observing them, as if trying to reach some sort of conclusion about what they’re like. it doesn’t really work, but you do get some semblance of an impression.

finally, your teacher clears his throat, breaking the silence of the classroom — urging you to hurry up and get the introductions done and over with. the impatient reminder snaps all four of you out of your collective trance.

the first person to speak up is the boy with the weird bangs. that alone gives you a sense of his personality; polite, proper, the first to do the thing no one really wants to do.

”my name is suguru geto,” he begins, well mannered. ”it’s nice to meet you.” his voice is pleasant, somehow. nice to listen to. there’s something comforting about it, that you can’t quite place; it sounds almost familiar, like you’ve heard it all your life.

then, the cute girl chimes in, casual and unbothered as she fiddles with something in her pocket. ”shoko ieiri. just call me shoko,” she says, short and sweet.

she really is pretty, you muse, bathed in the streaks of sunlight falling haphazardly across the room. and she seems nice, not uptight or obnoxious; the kind of person that’s easy to talk to, easy to be friends with. you think you like her already. but she notices your lingering stare, and so you look away, gaze falling to the floorboards.

finally, after a slight pause, the boy with the sunglasses speaks up. you still can’t get a good read on his expression. ”… satoru gojo,” is all he says, and you can’t seem to grasp his tone of voice, either.

it irks you, though. you’re not sure why. you almost get the sense that he thinks he’s appeasing you, by introducing himself, like hearing his name is a priviliege. that, and you feel a little like you’re being dissected when his gaze falls on you — like he’s weighing your value, deciding your worth. you think you almost catch a glimpse of his eyes behind the black tint of his glasses, and they strike you as acutely menacing, bright blue and uncanny. you decide that you don’t like him, and that his sunglasses are kinda ugly.

their gazes fall on you, at last.

you’re the only one whose name they don’t know, now. it’s a kind of power, in a way, the power of mystery. intrigue. their stares feel heavy on your skin, and you feel more than a little nervous; but you’re intent on following the silent cue, all the same.

and you do so, dutifully, raising your hand up in a silent hello before tentatively saying your name. then, in a voice you hope doesn’t come across as bored or unpleasant:

”— it’s nice to meet you.”

some of them hum in affirmation, as if to say it’s nice to meet you too — others remain silent. even when the introductions are finished, you continue to look at each other, vaguely and discreetly, as if trying to look inside each other’s heads.

but then your teacher begins to speak, in an authorative voice, and you’re snapped out of the trance, once more.

he babbles on and on, about something you’re sure is important, something about the school and the classes you’ll be having and the dorms and so on. you try to listen, you really do, but it’s tough — you vaguely get the gist, but all you can really think about is your classmates, still so mysterious and intimidating.

you try to repeat their names, inside your mind, trying to ingrain them into your memory.

suguru geto, shoko ieiri, and satoru gojo.

you still don’t really know what to think about them. shoko will probably be fairly easy for you to warm up to, but the other two are a different story. all three of them seem to have strong personalities, reflected in their eyes; a dim hazel, a deep umber, and a stark azure. you don’t know what’s hidden in them, but you have a strange inkling that you will, in due time.

that’s how the four of you meet. and in this moment, as you look into their eyes for the first time, you have no idea how much your life has changed — how much they’ll change it for the better.

you only know that it’s springtime, and that you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to spend with these three kids in front of you, who you know nothing about. some part of your soul urges you to find out, for yourself.

maybe you will.

(outside the sun-soaked classroom, through the blue-tinted windows, the world observes your meeting with bated breath and barely contained excitement.)