#so hopefully they don’t even really grade these bc like i have a feeling he’s gone be lax bc he’s cool like that and also our camspus has

[blood-and-better-honey]

post-essay clarity is something so beautiful yet so frightening

[astralis-ortus]

it feels impossible (it's not impossible)

✱ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader

— 'cause you are the one i was meant to find.

w.count → 2k genre → romcom, fluff warnings → minor cussing (as per usual, heh), chan refered to as chris a.n → i'm usually not the type to write this long simply because i'm easily distracted and have the tendency to abandon projects, but hey! this one prevails :] hopefully next time i can write even longer fics<3 ⋆ see masterlist

honestly, you thought you were going crazy when the same melody restarted on chris’ speaker for the nth time today. it’s not that the song is bad—you do actually love ‘rewrite the stars’. you’re a fan of the movie, much like chris is, but putting the song on loop? for hours a day? for weeks? your sense of fanship isn’t that strong, especially when the song’s been out in circulation for years now.

“you wanna hear a theory?”

your question easily turns chris’ focus away from the endless papers he had to grade by the end of the day and towards you, raising an eyebrow to the sudden break of silence. his eyes visibly twinkled, contemplating if he should entertain the idea of putting on his regular-26-year-old suit over the professional-high-school-teacher ones he’d been in for the past couple hours or so.

well, to be fair, chris hasn't even been focusing on the pages of essays he needed to check. not when his mind has been preoccupied with something—someone­—else.

“shoot,” he eventually replied with a lopsided smile etched on his lips—head cocked to the side when he finally decided to shut the screen of his decorated silver laptop, offering you his entire attention. “it better be funny or entertaining, considering i’m risking losing my hearing to my kids’ complaints for not returning their papers on time tomorrow.”

“oooh, pressure,” you mocked, a wide grin appearing on your face while you try to ignore the rush of tingles under your skin when you noticed the way chris referred to his students as ‘my kids’—something he’d always done and so do you, but somehow had a different effect on you as of recent. “believe me, it’s something fun,” you hummed with a shrug, mirroring chris as you set your laptop aside.

chris’ pair of charming dimples came into view upon your confident reply, fully immersed in the stage you’re setting up. fabric of his gray couch, one where you two had been slowly melting into for a few hours now, gently rustled when chris fixed his posture, less from lazing around and more into focusing on you and whatever nonsense he believed you were going to say. the glint in his eyes grew brighter by the second, both from anticipation and excitement.

“tell me.”

it felt like spring—when the flowers were in bloom, the breeze was blowing ever-so-gently against your warm cheeks, and the swarm of butterflies were surrounding you with its pairs of fluttering wings.

chris made you feel like spring.

“gee, tone down the excitement, mr. bahng,” you inadvertently shifted away, silently praying to whatever force ruling the universe that chris wasn’t aware of the way your heartbeat spiked to his playful grin. “don’t want to disappoint you there.”

”as if you could ever,” chris promptly refuted with a chuckle, chin resting on the palm of his hand. the way his playful gaze was directed right at you, framed by those loose curls of his, proved to cause your heart more problems than ease. “the ever-so-perfect you? a disappointment? really?”

”oh shut up,” you groaned, half wanting to wipe the cocky smirk off his face—or…?

”but then—if you say so, do tell me,” frown on your forehead instantly dissipates, replaced by a mirror of his lopsided grin when you figured you could turn the bullet right back at its owner,

“am i perfectly on point when i say you’re in love?”

despite the slight pang on your heart, you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his face fades into surprise, a shade of blush slowly creeping on the top of his cheekbones.

the topic of love was never really something you discussed with chris. sure, you two met each other in college where hormones were bursting through the roof, but neither you or chris was interested in dating anyone—you with your slowly budding crush on chris, and chris with… god-knows-what he’s interested in. you never pried, for the sake of not making things awkward. that's your norm, and how you’ve spent your last 7 years with chris.

you and chris remained friends, which at some point evolved into best friends (you now, by the hey-i’m-bored-at-2am-let’s-hang kind of standard), and somehow, you two happened to land a teaching job within the same district around the same time. chris went to teach a reputable high school in the area, while you pursue your dream of teaching kids. you hang out at each other’s place every other day, despite the time you spent together consists mostly of being nose-deep in your respective workload.

the topic of love still was something foreign—you wouldn’t deliberately bring it up other than around the occasions when wedding invites stopped by yours or chris’ doorstep.

maybe, it’s time to change that.

”…huh?”

chris is thoroughly perplexed.

”oh come on, don’t even try to lie,” with a smile decorated with victory, you finally teased the man across. “it’s all written on your face, you know,” you continued, fingers gesturing to your own, “but also, your choice of song. god, do you even listen to anything else when you're in love?”

“but i'm not!” he yelped, facepalming himself upon realizing the shift in his tone is a dead giveaway of his true voice. “god—no. i'm not,” he added meekly, shaking his head, “you know i love the song. that's all.”

”fair enough,” acknowledging his plea, you briefly nod, “but that doesn’t justify the way you’ve been keeping the song on repeat! and don’t you think i don’t remember the few other occurrences when you did the same, because i knew for a fact that something happened every time you became distant after going through this rewrite the stars cycle!”

if his face were flushed before, then you’d categorize this new shade apparent on the tip of his ear as a what-the-fuck-i’m-screwed kind of blush and frankly, seeing this new side of him kind of made you regret not bringing the topic up sooner.

”you remembered?” his voice sounded more of a squeak rather than a proper question, still hiding behind the safety of his palms. “no you don’t! that was ages ago!”

”so things did happen!” your grin turned into a laugh, drowning chris’ groan and series of disapproving no when he realized he just bit into your colorful, glimmering bait. “gosh—why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? i was kinda hurt whenever that happened you know,” you purse your lips dramatically, “i lost a friend to talk to and never exactly know the reason why until today.”

“oh,” chris blinked, finally looking right at you with a puzzled gaze, “you… were? i mean—i’m sorry i hurt you. for the record, i wasn’t dating anyone. i just kinda assumed, you know, since you were dating someone else anyway i thought—“

”hold up—“ both statements rolling off of chris’ lips inadvertently made you hold up a hand, stopping the latter on his tracks. ”what?”

now both of you are puzzled.

you? dating someone?

”i just wanted to give you space,” chris reiterated, hand now awkwardly resting on his equally red nape, “figured you’d want that since me being around will likely bring trouble for you and the person you were dating.”

”but… i haven’t dated anyone since we became friends?”

you’re thoroughly confused.

”wait, what?” chris shook his head in disbelief, “what do you mean you haven’t dated anyone? what about the notes? and the flowers? and the chocolates too! what do you—what do you mean?”

nevermind, now you’re thoroughly confused.

”the ones from back in college?” your memories were not exactly as clear as you expected it to be, but you do remember receiving those gifts a few times due to its absurdity. “that was all from the rich ass kid i tutored! the one who i told you kept teasing me about never receiving any valentine's day gift? that kid? they sent me those gifts as a prank!”

“…what?”

the amount of ‘what’ you two have said in the past few exchanges is ridiculous.

”god—you thought i’ve been dating and never told you?” you finally pieced the puzzle together, incredulous. “and that’s why you distanced yourself? dude, are you serious?”

”well i just assumed!” chris raised his hands in defense, equally as incredulous as you are, “to be fair, those are usually gifts you get for someone you like! how am i supposed to know it’s from the kid you tutored? you never tried to told me!”

”you could’ve asked?” you stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. sometimes, despite that brilliant brain of his, chris could be quite the foolish one between the two of you. “besides, i thought you knew! you literally read the cards!”

”wha—how do you expect me to digest any of that when i was under the assumption someone i like is dating someone else!”

silence befalls chris’ usually cozy living room, leaving the soft resounding melody that hadn’t stopped as the only sound filling up the space. you’re not even sure if your ears were actually catching the right words falling from his lips; it felt too much like a fever dream. judging from the way his eyes turned wide, however,

you might have heard him correctly.

”you… like me?”

you never imagined you’d piece those words together, much less directing them towards chris. hell, even by remaining as friends was enough for you—having him to yourself was not something you thought would ever happen in this lifetime. you’re happy as you were; you’re content with being friends.

chris, on the other hand, is still visibly trying to digest the events that just unfolded around him. from the misunderstanding to unintentionally confessing his feelings, this was not how he expected his Sunday evening to be. all he wanted to do was be near the one person he’d been secretly nurturing his feelings for, praying that maybe one day he’d finally muster up the courage before everything was too late—but this was not how he expected things to turn out.

”i’m sorry,” he finally croaked, breaking the suffocating silence whilst also being too embarrassed to even look you in the eye, “i know it’s weird—from the misunderstanding to, you know, what i said. i never intended for you to find out about it this way. i understand that you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, you—“

”oh shut up,” you capped his ramblings short, catching chris off guard. it’s not often you cut him off when he speak, so when you do, he knew you meant it.

“just, what?” you sighed, fingers begin massaging the throb on your temple. it’s hard to decipher what you’re currently feeling as a whole, but one thing you know for sure— you’re especially bothered by his last statement.

“chris, how would you even know what i feel if you’ve never even asked me?”

you watched through his pair of curious eyes as thoughts ran inside his mind, slowly deciphering what you meant with the sudden calmness in your voice.

“uh,” finally managing the train of assumptions in his head, chris then looked at you—only now, with a glimmer of hope reflected in his eyes, “do you... like me? like, more than just friends?”

and to that, you finally nodded.

“yeah, you dumbass. for the longest time.”

watching the way chris’ smile bloom easily turned you into another smiling mess—not missing the giggles nor the flush on your cheeks and all. It feels dumb, realizing that you’ve been into each other for forever but never realizing it because of some stupid misunderstanding.

“and i like you too,” chris reiterated, his goofy smile erasing any trace of worry that was present on his face just a second ago. honest to god—you thought you were falling in love all over again for chris.

“in that case...” he shrugged before outstretching a hand, trying his best to play things cool despite the growing excitement in his eyes,

“will you officially be my partner in crime?”

sound of your laugh only fuels the warmth spreading within chris’ heart—and it felt like the way he spent all those countless nights, wishing that one day the stars would eventually align for him finally paid off as you held his hand in yours, smiling brighter than any stars ever discovered.

“gladly.”

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[diremoone]

tlc, baby | g. satoru

w — periods, mentions of severe cramps, concerned bf ‘toru who doesn’t like seeing his gf in pain, an author who wanted toji to win the poll but is gonna do all the boys anyway bc toji, and the fact that this is too short and crummy omg (don’t write while hungry haha), hopefully toji’s is longer and better :D

[ divider cred @/firefly-graphics ]

5:14 am

The wake up is sudden, abrupt and extremely painful. You know what’s going on, but the second you try and do something about it, you find yourself sinking to the floor beside the bed in misery.

You really don’t want to walk downstairs, that’s gonna be misery. But if you don’t get and remedy this soon, you fear it’s just going to become worse.

It also sucks because your boyfriend isn’t home. You’d really, really like him to be home. But he isn’t. He’s out looking for an elusive Special Grade curse that nearly took out Mei Mei a few weeks ago on behalf of the stupid elders.

You’d curse them more if you didn’t feel like shit.

You burrow your head into the mattress and focus. Gathering up a little bit of energy, you stand and make your way to the kitchen, only to end up sitting down by the cabinets. You groan, knees up close to your chest to try and relieve some of the pain. You’re tempted to bang your head into the cabinets a few times, but the rationality of not adding more pain to the mix won over.

You can barely think straight; one second there’s the thought of running a bath and the next it’s waves of pain. You think about what’s in the fridge, then you’re overwhelmed by the intense need to barf.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

And then a loud voice echoes through the large home from your bedroom.

“Baaaaaabbbeeee!”

You snicker at your boyfriend who teleported into the bedroom that doesn’t have you in it. You hide your laughter behind your hand until another wave of agony rolls over your uterus and up your spine.

Satoru eventually finds you in the kitchen (after looking in the bathroom and under the bed). His smile disappears the second he sees you, but you don’t take notice since your forehead is burrowed into the wood of the cabinet door. He frowns, not liking the expression on your face.

“Baby?”

Satoru crouches and lowers the black mask you’d gotten him for his birthday. His heavenly blue eyes flicker up and down with worry.

“Monthly,” you manage to get out, and he instantly knows what you mean. Your entire body shakes with a shudder, so much so that the giant man is easily lifting you onto his lap to cuddle, his back now the one that presses against the wall of the kitchen.

Satoru is a heater, nothing short of the furnace that you’ve been in need of. One large, hot hand is pressed against your back, the other tucked against your lower abdomen in just the right spot. And the relief you feel makes you literally dizzy.

Your massive boyfriend however, is even more concerned than ever. The amount of stress he’d felt release from your body was nothing short of insane to him. You’d always relax and let go of all your stress in his hold, yes, but the amount of tension to how limp you were in his big arms was borderline upsetting.

You’ve never been this tense, this stressed. How long had you been like this before he was home?

“I’ll be okay,” you speak to him breathlessly. “I just need something for the pain and something to eat.”

Satoru lists off some things in the pantry and fridge, all of which makes your stomach turn and just burrow your head into his shoulder more. It isn’t until he gets to the sweeter side of the food you do have does the nausea fade away.

He reluctantly pulls away and grabs a familiar looking container on top of the fridge with a mischievous smile, one of his hands still holding yours as he stretches his massive 6’3 body across the kitchen to nab the period painkillers you need.

You don’t see him shove them and a small water bottle in his pocket, but you see him wrap his giant hand around the white container right before he fucking lifts you up off of the counter with one fucking arm and carries you back to bed.

But you don’t complain. You’re way too lethargic and fatigued. And why would you anyway?

He places you back on your side of the bed and gently plops the white container on your lap before kicking off his shoes and whips off his jacket so dramatically that you laugh. You scream as he jumps on the bed, almost on top of you. Satoru does nothing but laugh like a lunatic in return while he turns on the TV across from the bed.

Like magnets, you two end up snuggled deep into the big, thick pillows your boyfriend has propped up behind you in an instant. One of his arms is wrapped around you as you nestle into his side. But the fun doesn’t last. Your brows furrow as another wave of searing pain washes over you from your uterus. You groan and dip your nose into his collar, sharply inhaling and shakily exhaling.

“Here’s the magic pills, baby. Take ‘em.” Satoru’s voice is not the same, high-pitched excitable one he normally has. It’s the deep voice, the one he uses when he’s diving into his emotions. It’s the voice that he uses when he’s sharing his love with you in bed, or when he’s simply just loving you and taking care of you. Just like he is now. The tone of his voice is calming, relaxing, reassuring; all of the above makes your brain go fuzzy.

You pop the pill-shaped-relief in and chug it down with water and ‘toru wraps his arm around you, tugging you to him sweetly. He pops open the large white container, revealing all the chocolate chip cookies inside of it.

You laugh. “Oh my god, Satoru! This is what this is?”

“What else could it possibly be?” he jokes.

Not even a few minutes later though, the agony returns. The tearing feeling from your uterus is almost too much, lasting almost all the way through the Disney castle intro and the first couple minutes of Big Hero 6 with your head tucked into your boyfriend’s collar.

Satoru presses a kiss to your head and puts his hands in the same spots from earlier, with just as much tension leaving your body. He exhales silently.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he tells you. “It’s not worth it.”

“Want to…” you mumble, then let out a heavy sigh as heavy cramps roll over you again. “You’ve been gone a week.” You aim for a cookie and eat it in two bites.

Just like the cookies, you’re sweet — too sweet and too good for him, and he swears by it. He presses another kiss to the top of your head and replies, “Spend time with me by getting some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. And I’ll take care of you tomorrow, too. Whatever my girl wants.”

“…. Sure?”

“Positive.”

“…..Mmmmm’kay.”

Satoru knows you’re still awake and working through the pain even half an hour later. You may not be watching the movie, but you’re still listening, giggling when Fred screams, “CAR!” to Wasabi as the villain tries to kill them.

It’s not too long after that though, he feels your cursed energy finally relax. Your body is clearly slack against his own. He chuckles at feeling a little bit of drool soak through his shirt. You’re in a deep sleep, thank goodness. And he hopes it stays that way. The medicine worked. He wasn’t sure if his eyes could take the sight of your cursed energy bearing that much sufferance much longer before cracking himself.

Satoru closes his own heavenly blue eyes to sleep. Yeah, he’ll definitely be here tomorrow. Taking care of his woman was going to be his first priority. Mission be damned.

”G’night sweets. See you in the morning.”

@vagabond-umlaut — @heresan — @dellalyra — @torusmochi — @nayrring — @out-of-reach22

[narrators-journal]

Hello! I saw how you prefer hcs, and also saw that two other people asked for Stanley Snyder already so hopefully this ask doesn’t make you sick of him lol 🥲 I was wondering if I could have hcs on what he was like in highschool/dealing with a crush on reader during that time. Thank you!! No rush either I’m super okay with waiting

This was a nice little thing to knock out without a whole lot of thought. Headcanons just don’t take a whole lot brain power like weaving together a lengthy 3 page scenario does lol. As for if I’m sick of Stan, I’m not sick of him, I’m just not in the throughs of my dr stone fascination. I’m on to persona.

Stan vibes like he was definitely a jock in highshcool.

And he definitely didn’t struggle with getting dates.

That might be helped by the fact that I imagine he’s pretty straightforward, even as a teen. So if he likes you, he’ll usually make it clear.

That being said, he doesn’t vibe like he was much of a partier in highschool.

The type of cool jock that a lot of kids probably wanted at their party, but who didn’t have much interest in going.

Stan also probably kept up some very good grades, he really just vibes as a well rounded student. Tho I don’t think Xeno would let him fail high school.

That being said, him and Xeno are definitely high school friends. So even if Stan was the type to not confront a crush, he’d probably tell Xeno. And Xeno sure as fuck would.

Xeno might be a lil salty that you distract his perverbial igor, but he’d also probably help to try and get you together. Or at least figure out if you like stan back.

That being said, I hope you don’t mind smoking, bc Stan seems like the type who’s been at it since he could sneak a cigarette.

I also feel like he wore lipstick even in highschool, and would just. Beat the shit out of anyone who complained.

Can’t really bully the popular jock when he can knock your teeth in.

[aranarumei]

how much does sasaki talk about hirano?

hey everyone. I’m coming to you live with an INVESTIGATIVE REPORT about the one and only sasaki shuumei. the question above pretty much summarizes what I'm trying to find out. so I’ll expand on this under the cut. apologies in advance for any typos

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there’s a scene that’s always made me confused ever since I first read it (which wow. I’ve been reading this manga as it updates since partly through volume 3… crazy how far its come!) and that is this sequence of two pages in the extras of Vol 7 (39.5), below:

hirano’s like “well, it’s fine to talk about me to miyano as long as you didn’t say any weird stuff about me” and sasaki goes. Silent. Now I at the time assumed like. ah sasaki’s talking about the hirano and kagiura relationshipisms. or the whole uke thing. right?

…right?

see, the thing is: when sasaki visits campus in ch 46, he asks the basketball team about a kagi-kun, and then when miyano questions him about what he was doing, he’s like “oh I just remembered hirano’s old roommate was on the basketball team,” and then refuses to even tell miyano his name. so it’s like… did sasaki EVER talk about hirano’s roommate to Miyano? like of his own initiative? did he offer any information? so I decided that instead of just bringing that question up, I’d reread all of sasaki to miyano and get my answer.

disclaimer that this deals with exclusively the manga: I have this hidden fear that I’m going to post this and get a reply like “oh this is 50% of the entire novel content” but! the scene in question comes up in the manga! I think it ought to then refer to an event in the manga! but seriously if stuff like that does come up in the novel feel free to chime in. also bc I was rereading the whole manga I have Other Thoughts Too but. those can hopefully marinate their way into other posts.

ch 2:

miyano: But I saw you! I saw you laughing as you chatted with a first-year boy from class 1A in the basketball club with a lovely smile!

this does not count. miyano brings this up to hirano himself. in fact a lot of miyano putting hirano into bl contexts happens In Front Of Hirano’s Face. not really a conversation starter for sasaki. it does make ch 46 way more interesting bc it means like. sasaki has remembered that kagiura’s on the basketball team to the point that he wants to check in on him? whereas miyano like Knows this info yet never really pursues it. suppose it’d be awkward to just go up and try to find him without knowing his name, though.

ch 4:

sasaki says “but hirano can handle alcohol fine” which is perfectly on topic since they were just discussing how sasaki can’t handle it. it’s miyano that spins into bl fantasies afterwards. also hirano is right there in this situation. does not count.

ch 5:

sasaki: Hirano’s playing Oiwa-san for the haunted house. Want to see? He’s crossdressing and wearing a wig.

this does count. sasaki is bringing up hirano and telling miyano something that miyano would totally get excited about. it is, I would say, not brought up out of nowhere, since they discuss crossdressing right before. unrelated to this I would love to see the image of sasaki as hanako-san of the toilet.

ch 6:

sasaki asks about miyano’s love life and when miyano says that he’s not romantically interested in anyone around here, and sasaki asks “what about hirano?” miyano says he ships him with his roommate and the conversation ends there. I would say this also does not count—yeah, he’s perhaps bringing up hirano as a romantic prospect, but I think this is more sasaki like. being jealous more than it is using him as a reason to talk to miyano. he’s like. a pretty jealous guy.

ch 8:

sasaki tells miyano that his grades suck and hirano’s been tutoring him. this does not count.

ch 11:

sasaki says “don’t you prefer black-haired ukes?” and “ah, you mean like hirano?” when miyano says he prefers manly ukes. this does count. while it’s in the topic of conversation, there’s not a real reason he has to bring hirano up. plus, he even continues it with “hirano’s pretty tall. can he still not be a seme?” so it’s using hirano to keep a conversation going with miyano, but I will note it’s not what starts the conversation.

ch 13:

sasaki talks about hirano getting banned from doing the ball toss. this does not count.

ch 24.5:

“ooh, if it was hirano, it would be taiko” says sasaki when miyano brings up all the girl names that he and his classmates would have. this does not count. it’s a natural extension of the various female names they’ve been talking about, sasaki included, and hirano’s their mutual friend.

ch 33:

sasaki brings up hirano’s dedication to studying and how he says that getting accepted to university isn’t the finish line. says hirano’s pretty cool for that mindset. this does not count.

ch 41:

sasaki says "haha, yikes! hirano was a terrible influence!" when miyano tells him about kuresawa getting a piercing. this does not count. it’s also after graduation, where the scene happened.

ch 42.5:

sasaki is like wow I can't believe hirano's roommate does THAT in the mornings to miyano, regarding vol 2 of sasaki to miyano. however this kind of thing isn't quite canonical since they know there are books being published about them so. this does not count.

halloween 2018 extra:

miyano asks if sasaki's friends got their items confiscated, and sasaki replies by saying that hirano's in charge of confiscation for their class, so their class had the idea to overwhelm him. this does not count.

dvd extra 4:

sasaki tells miyano about how they ripped the wallpaper on accident, and once he said it kind of gave it a badboy feel, they started doing it on purpose. hirano participated in it too. this does not count.

I’ve probably missed some, but we can see that out of all of these situations, only TWO are actually what I’d qualify as “weird” by hirano’s metrics. unless sasaki talking about the wild stuff Hirano gets up to includes his ball toss strategy and him ripping up wallpaper. then it’s four. my point is that sasaki says it’s “a lot” when it’s not. so… why is that?

I’ve been mulling over a couple of ideas regarding this, but I kind of don’t want to offer up my own interpretations first? plus when I tried writing my answer I spun off into a really bad tangent, so… post ends here. hope we all learned something here!

[hina-the-toaster]

Nil Admirari No Tenbin -Teito Genwaku Kitan- (Common Route - Chapter 1)

Hiii! This is my first time sharing translations and they're probably not the best that one could do since my Japanese is very lacking. But I really love this game and noticed that no other translations had been posted in years. I'm just doing this so others can enjoy the game easier but if anyone has a problem with me sharing these or has suggestions, please let me know :D

I'm doing this in my free time and as of posting, I'm still working on chapter 3 of the common route. As such, it may be a while before you get another translation. Anyways I hope this is helpful and I'll be back with another translation hopefully soon. Please support the original game to bask in the glory of Satoi's amazing art (〃＾▽＾〃)

A few things before:

The green text is what I think to be the right choice to stay on a good ending.

I translated the dialogue after both selections and if the rest is the same dialogue, this symbol (❊) indicates the start of repeated dialogue.

I put Kuze as the protag's name for translation bc that's her given name. This would be different if you changed her name.

TW! This game contains elements that may be uncomfortable so please proceed with caution

~Chapter 1~ Midnight Visitor~

Kuze: (...Hitaki? I’m so glad, he’s fine)

When I tried to run to him, he ran away

Hitaki: “Why didn’t you say anything? You were hiding it”

Kuze: “Wait…no…”

Hitaki: “Sister doesn’t like me. That’s why… you’re so mean to me”

Kuze: “What are you talking about!? You’re wrong!”

Hitaki: “I hate you sister! I won’t believe you anymore!”

Kuze: “Hitaki!!”

-

Keizaburou: My lady! Are you alright!?

There was a familiar voice, and a large gentle hand. I blinked several times, while being supported by Gramps

Kuze: “...Gramps? Don’t tell me, I fell asleep? I had such an awful dream…”

Kuze: “Hitaki…”

I’m too afraid to say it, I bite my lip.

But- The first thing to reach my ears, were words of affirmation.

Keizaburou: “…Unfortunately, it’s not a dream.”

Kuze: “It’s not… a dream…?”

Keizaburou: “Please calm down, My lady. Hitaki was just taken to the Teito University Hospital

Kuze: “Eh…!”

Keizaburou: “Luckily, there are no life threatening injuries. Just burns…”

Kuze: “Lies!!”

Kuze: “You’re lying!  That child… Hitaki, doing that kind of thing…!”

Keizaburou: “My deepest apologies. It’s not… a lie”

I felt like I was going to cry at any moment, my body stiffened when I heard that voice and expression

Keizaburou: “If it was a lie… How good that would’ve been” 

Kuze: “Gramps”

Keizaburou: “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I was there and yet… Young Master Hitaki…

Keizaburou: “I don’t know where to begin apologizing… If something could replace Hitaki-sama’s pain, then I’d like you to give it to me in place of him…”

Kuze: “That’s…”

My head is spinning. I still feel like I’m having a bad dream, I don’t even know what to think

Keizaburou: “Why… Hitaki-sama like that…

Keizaburou’s words made my eyes go dark

Kuze: “...Gramps”

Kuze: “Perhaps… it’s my fault?”

Keizaburou: “My lady?! That’s not true!”

Kuze: “But, he… he said he hated me…”

The corners of my eyes get hot and I can’t breathe properly.

Kuze: “I don’t want to think that either. But other than that, I can’t think of any other reason as to why he would try to commit suicide.

Keizaburou: “Th- That’s…”

Kuze: “My grades have always been excellent, and in my lessons… I was praised by the teachers…”

Kuze: “Or are you worried about something that we don’t know about?”

If so, I couldn’t wipe away the shamelessness from being noticed 

Kuze: “I… What should I do?”

It was when tears were about to overflow and I closed my eyes tightly.

Maid: “My lady, I’m terribly sorry to disturb you at this hour, um… you have a guest.”

Keizaburou and I immediately look at the clock in the room

It’s already 1:00 AM. Not normal for a visitor to come at this time.

Keizaburou: “You fool! Don’t let guests through at this hour! My lady is very tired…”

Maid: “Th-that’s… They said they were sent by Nabari Yutaka…”

Kuze: “...Nabari Yutaka?”

Yutaka used to live in this house as a student

Kuze: (If I’m not mistaken, he must be working at a library or book facility…)

Keizaburou: “I don’t want to doubt you, but are you sure of their identity? It’s not the time to visit someone’s house.”

Maid: “It doesn't seem like it’s the police, but they said they wanted to talk about Hitaki-sama as soon as possible.”

Keizaburou and I look at each other in shock.

Kuze: “About Hitaki…? What kind of relationship do they have with Yutaka…?”

Keizaburou: “I have no idea…”

Maid: “What would you like me to do? It might be better for me to send them back after all…”

Keizaburou: “Ah, no. Let’s listen to what they have to say. For the time being, please show them to the reception room.”

Maid: “Understood.”

After the servant leaves, Gramps lets out a big sigh.

Keizaburou: “...Anyways, I should go listen to them”

Kuze: “Wait, I’m going too”

Keizaburou: “You shouldn’t, my lady must be tired.

Kuze: “It’s okay now. And now that there’s no Hitaki or Father, I should be the one to welcome guests”

Keizaburou: “Th-that’s true but…”

Kuze: “It has something to do with Hitaki, right?”

Kuze: “I’m alright. Let’s go.”

-

Then, when I went to the reception room with Gramps, what caught my eye was–

???: “Ah, I’m sorry we came at such a late hour.”

???: “...Hello”

The uniform was unfamiliar. It’s different from the police, but he has something like a cane on his waist

He looks a little older than me, but he looks like he’s still a student.

Keizaburou: “Ah, um? Who are you? I don’t think you’re from the police?”

Hayato: “Oh, my apologies for the delay. My name is Hayato Ozaki. I’m from the Imperial Library Information Asset.”

Akira: “...Of the same, I’m Akira Kougami.”

–

Kuze: “The Imperial… Library…?”

Kuze: “Oh, umm… I’m sorry, but what kind of job is that? What does it have to do with Hitaki…?”

Hayato: “Tsugumi-san, was it?”

Kuze: “!?”

Suddenly my name was called, and I reflexively backed away.

Even though the situation was serious, it was my first time that a man close to my age had called my name face-to-face, and I was filled with shame.

Kuze: “My name… why”

Hatato: “I asked Nabari-san”

Kuze: “Ah… ah, that’s right… I’m sorry”

Hayato: “It’s alright, you don’t have to be so nervous. We didn’t come to arrest you, nor did we come to harm you.”

Hayato: “I just have to explain a few things, so if you would give me your time.”

Hayato: “I know it’s disrespectful at a time like this, but every minute counts”

His expression and voice are both serious

Kuze: “What… is that…?”

Hayato: “I promise you that we are not suspicious people. Just in case, this is the national seal” *

*Seal picture* They both pulled out their notebooks from their pockets. A feather-like crest on navy blue leather

When I turned it over further, I found their names, the organization name, and what seems to be their addresses in detail.

Hayato: “However, I don’t think there are many people who have seen this sign itself, so the credibility is a bit lacking.”

Gramps and I look at each other again.

Kuze: (He says he’s an acquaintance of Yutaka and his identity seems to be certain, so it might be a good idea to ask him about it.)

Kuze: “...I understand. Please take a seat.”

Kuze: “Gramps, please bring a cup of tea for the guests.”

Keizaburou: “Of course, my lady.

Kuze: “That being said, I’m nervous…”

Even though I’m here on behalf of the head of the family, to be in the same place with two men who aren’t my family at a late night like this.

If an etiquette teacher at the all girls’ school found out, I would be severely punished.

I really wanted to talk about Hitaki, but I couldn’t say a word until the tea was served.

Hayato: “Um, are we that scary?”

Kuze: “Eh!?”

Hayato: “You been looked down as to not make eye contact for awhile now”

Kuze: “Oh no! I didn’t mean to do that…”

Akira: “Hey Hayato, if you just had an accident with your brother, you wouldn’t be able to talk brightly, would you?”

Hayato: “...Yeah, you’re right”

Hayato lowered his head

Hayato: “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I got a little too impatient”

Kuze: “No, it’s okay.”

Kuze: (That’s right, it’s not time to be nervous. I have to be firm.)

Kuze: “Um… Ozaki-san and Kougami-san, are you friends of Yutaka-san?”

This time, it was their turn to look at each other

Akira: “An acquaintance, he’s a colleague. I’m working in the same workplace.”

Hayato: “Hey Akira, I’m beginning to feel like Nabari-san didn’t explain anything about his work at all.”

Akira: “Don’t worry about it”

Kuze: “Is that Nabari-san’s job? Some time ago, I heard that he was doing book research at some facility.”

Hayato: “Ah, this is no good. We’ll have to start from the beginning”

Kuze: “?”

Hayato: “Um, in other words, we and Nabari-san are part of an organization that manages book with intense emotions called “cursed books”

Kuze: “...eh”

Akira: “Hey, you’re gonna start from there? Isn’t it more confusing?”

Hayato: “I hate going about it in a roundabout way.”

Hayato: “This is”

*Book picture* Hayato puts a slightly old book on the table

Hayato: “This is a little old… a handwritten Japanese bound book. Recently, they have decreased considerably.”

I couldn’t see the connection to Hitaki at all, and unintentionally frowned.

Hayato: “You won’t believe it right away, but books like this have an impact on the people who read them.”

Kuze: “...Eh?”

Hayato: “We think that your brother-”

Kuze: Wait!? Is there a book?”

I suddenly remembered that Hitaki was holding a book.

Akira: “This phenomenon seems to have existed for a long time, but there are not too many old ones left because they were burned out of fear.”

Akira: “To put it simply, it’s like, ‘the strong feelings and thoughts of the person who wrote the book remain in the book’.”

Hayato: “It doesn’t seem to happen at all in printed books, so I think it’s important that it’s handwritten.”

They don’t look like they’re making fun of me.

However, everything I hear is unbelievable, and I can’t keep up with my thoughts.

Akira: “Hey, look at her face.”

Akira: “Maybe we’re not very good at explaining things. I should have brought Tokimiya-san after all.”

Hayato: “It can’t be helped! Tokimiya-san and Hisui are elsewhere!”

After shouting, he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Hayato: “Hmmm, you still don’t believe me”

Kuze: “Well, that’s not the case…”

Hayato: “In any case, very strong human emotions permeate the book and affect the person who reads it.”

Kuze: “That’s… I understand…. Maybe”

Hayato: “I will keep explaining.”

Hayato: “We are in charge of finding those things. Nabari-san is a little different, but he studies them”

Kuze: “...I didn’t know…”

Akira: “I don’t think he was trying to hide it”

Akira: “Until recently, it was a relatively unspectacular job, so I think you thought that even if I explained it, it wouldn’t make sense.”

Kuze: “Until recently?”

Hayato: “As I said earlier, the current mainstream is already letterpress printing”

Kuze: “...Yes, you’re right.”

I suddenly remember the inside of the bookstore earlier in the day

Certainly, all the books lined up must have already been printed.

Hayato: “Major publishers have basically moved to letterpress Western bound books, and even small publishers hardly support handwritten books.”

Hayato: “Therefore, if it is a book that is handwritten and bound in Japanese style, it is probably from the old days that have survived.”

Hayato: “If it’s new, it’s either brought into bookstores in the form of a private publication.

Hayato: “Of course, you can imagine that it won’t be published in such a large quantity, right?”

Kuze: “...The one and only book in this world…”

Hayato: “That’s right. ‘Cursed books’ is a phenomenon confirmed only in such rare books”

Hayato: “However, incidents that are thought to be caused by cursed books have happened one after another.”

Kuze: “...Is that so?”

Hayato: “Actually, just today… there have been two cases”

Kuze: “!?”

Hayato: “Your younger brother… and one other person…”

Hayato: “Son of the current Prime Minister, Shozo Ukai tried to commit suicide”

Kuze: “Eh!?”

I cried out unintentionally

Akira: “Huh? Do you know each other by any chance?”

Kuze: “No… it’s not”

Kuze: “However, this afternoon, when I was waiting for my car when I was out shopping…”

That evening, Hayato and Akira looked at each other when I talked about the journalist-like men who passed by.

Akira: “Ohh, that’s right. There’s no doubt about the time.”

Kuze: “No way…”

Akira: “Sudden suicide on the same day, and your younger brother and the Prime Minister’s son are relatively close in age.”

Akira: “I thought it might have something to do with it, so I decided to visit you late at night and I apologize for the inconvenience.”

Akira: “Also, if your younger brother’s book was a cursed book, there’s a possibility that there will be new victims if we don’t collect it quickly.”

Kuze: “...Is that so”

Hayato: “For the time being, I’ll end the explanation here. I would like to check if the real thing remains after that”

Hayato: “What do you think? Was there a book by your brother’s side?”

Kuze: “...One”

Flames blaze brightly in my mind. Definitely he…

Kuze: “It’s just as Ozaki-san said. He… he had a book.”

Hayato: “Is that true!?”

Akira: “...Just as we thought”

Kuze: “...Could you wait a minute”

Kuze: “Actually… I’m embarrassed, but at that time, I immediately lost consciousness.”

Hayato: “That’s to be expected.”

Kuze: “Calling the doctor and cleaning were all arranged by the steward.”

–ring, ding~–

Keizaburou: “My lady, how are you?”

I shook the bell on the table lightly and Gramps came right away.

Kuze: “I’m sorry for calling you suddenly.”

Kuze: ‘You see, Hitaki was holding a book at that time.

Keizaburou: “A book? Ohh, come to think of it…”

Hayato: “!”

Akira: “...”

The expression on their faces shows even more anticipation. I took a deep breath and asked timidly.

Kuze: “Where is it?”

Keizaburou: “For the time being, I’ve left it in Hitaki-sama’s room, but it’s just a little burnt.”

Hayato: “It’s okay, that’s fine!”

Kuze: “Can you bring it now?”

After Gramps left, there was a strange silence in the room.

The expression on their faces is full of hope.

Kuze: (...How can that happen in a book…?)

But honestly, my heart is beating a little easier

I don’t want to think that it was my fault Hitaki was cornered like that.

Hayato: “Um, so as a continuation of what I said earlier”

Kuze: “Yes?”

Hayato: “Is it possible that your younger brother and the son of Prime Minister Ukai are acquaintances?”

Kuze: “...Acquaintances?”

Hayato: “I heard that the Prime Minister’s son is currently attending Teito University.”

Hayato: “Also, look… I wonder if there is a lot of interaction between nobles and politicians.”

Kuze: “Ah, my father would probably know about Prime Minister Ukai, but I don’t remember hearing anything like that from my brother.”

Kuze: “Of course, I don’t know all of his friendships, but if it’s someone like that, I think he would tell the family.”

Hayato: “You’re right”

Akira: “Well, Hayato, it might be a bad coincidence. It’s just a bad coincidence.”

-knock-

Keizaburou: “Thank you for waiting, My lady. Here is the book.”

After a while, Gramps came back. But the moment I saw that book in his hand-

Kuze: “Ahhh-!?”

 I immediately crouched down to escape from the flames.

*Glowing book picture* The book is on fire.

Hayato: “Hey!?”

Akira: “!?”

Keizaburou: “My lady!?”

Kuze: “Gramps! The book… The book is on fire! Are you okay!?”

Keizaburou: “...Huh?”

Kuze: “...Eh?”

Gramps holding the book doesn’t look in pain at all, and the other two are looking at me suspiciously.

Kuze: “Gramps? Because that book, it’s on fire…”

I rubbed my eyes again. Without a doubt, the book in his hand is engulfed in bright vermillion flames.

Kuze: “...It’s not burning?”

The expressions of the three of them fuel my anxiety even more.

Kuze: (Is it just… me? What happened to me…?)

The book in Keizaburou’s hand continues to burn silently

Keizaburou: “My lady? Umm…”

Keizaburou’s caring gaze pierced through

Kuze: “I-I’m sorry… I really…”

Kuze: “Gramps, isn’t it hot? Can’t you see the flames?”

Keizaburou: “No, no, umm… My lady, I’m not lying.”

Kuze: “...What a lie… I…”

It was when I bit my lip in reluctance

Akira: “...Huh”

Akira: “Kuze-san, maybe you’re the same as Nabari-san”

Hayato: “Eh!?”

Akira: “No, it’s a bit of a coincidence, but it doesn’t look like she’s lying.”

Kuze: “Wha… Nabari-san and I are… the same?”

Hayato: “I see, I get it!”

Kuze: “Ah, umm… that means…”

Akira: “The book is not on fire. Please take a good look.”

 Hearing Kougami-san’s words, I cautiously stare at the book again.

Kuze: “...It’s shining?”

The expression may actually be slightly different

Light of the same color as the flames oozes out from the book, giving it the appearance of burning.

Hayato: “I’m surprised. There is such a thing”

Akira: “Is Nabari-san a relative?”

Still unable to understand the intention of their words, I answered

Kuze: “No, it’s not like that. Just because he lived here as a student.

Akira: “The fact that you’re so surprised now means that you couldn’t see it before, right?”

I shook my head repeatedly

Kuze: “Both my brother and I love books, and we read them almost every day.”

Kuze: “But… I couldn’t see anything like this at all.”

Akira: “It’s only natural that you couldn’t see it”

Akira: “In the first place, cursed books themselves are extremely rare, and ordinary books don’t have that kind of aura.”

Kuze: “...Aura?”

Akira: “Oh, I’m sorry, that’s what we call the light that Kuze sees.”

Akira: “And that light is the intensity of the emotions that dwell in the book.”

Akira: “Although we can’t see it at all.”

Kuze: “...Is that so?”

Akira: “The only person here who can see auras is Nabari-san.”

---Aura. I timidly glanced at the book again. Its flames are shaking.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be a mistake

Kuze: “...I understand. But, why all of a sudden?”

Akira: “...”

Akira: “Trauma, probably…”

Kougami-san seemed to be at a loss for words, so he paused for a moment and looked at me.

Akira: “I wonder if it’s because of your brother’s incident.”

Kuze: “Eh!? Ah…that…?”

Akira: “Kuze-san, you were present at the scene of your brother’s incident, weren’t you?”

Kuze: “...Yes”

Akira: “If you had lost consciousness, I think you would have received a considerable mental shock. It is in such circumstances that one’s abilities may blossom.” 

Kuze: “Uh, that kind of thing…”

Akira: “I have a colleague, he has a slightly different power than Kuze-san and Nabari-san.”

Akira: “He, too, was involved in an accident, and he said that from then on he was able to use his powers.”

It was just a book, and suddenly it was hard to believe.

But the book on the table certainly emits a mysterious light.

I take a sly look, even if they try to trick me, I can trust Gramps.

As far as I can see from Keizaburou’s reaction, I’m the only one who can see it.

Kuze: “...Huh? The… the other books in the house?”

Kuze: “...Um! Yes, I’m sorry! If it’s not too much trouble, could you come with me to the library!?”

Kuze: “I want to see if there are any other dangerous books like that there!”

Hayato: “Yes, of course.”

Hayato: “However, even if there are other books that appear to be on fire, do not open them all of a sudden.”

Kuze: “...Yes. I understand”

-

Hayato: “It seems like this is the only book that’s suspicious.”

Gramps, Ozaki-san, and I looked around the library, Hitaki’s room, and other places where we could find books

But I didn’t find any suspicious books.

Kuze: “Ah, I’m sorry… To think I’ve dragged you around for no reason…”

Hayato: “There’s no need to apologize, it was only right that we check. Besides, not all Japanese bound style books are cursed.”

Kuze: “That’s right…”

Hayato: “Thank you for your hard work and cooperation.”

Akira: “Hayato, this author… that’s an unfamiliar name, isn’t it? Is it a personal publication?”

Kougami-san said while looking at the book Hitaki was reading

Hayato: “I guess. But the book itself looks a little old, so it’s possible that it’s an author who didn’t sell well at the time. Let’s go back and look at the records a bit more.”

Akira: “Well either way, I’m glad no one else read it until now.”

Kuze: “...Oh, that’s”

I suddenly remembered how I was the one organizing the library

Kuze: “Actually, just recently, I started organizing the archives I mentioned earlier.”

Kuze: “...It’s my father’s bad habit”

“He likes books, so he buys whatever he can find, but we can’t seem to keep up with reading so we just put them in the library.”

Akira: “Ah, there are people who are satisfied just by buying things”

Kuze: “...Is that so”

Actually, there was another reason. I thought for a moment that there might be something in the archives and storehouses that could be exchanged for gold.

Kuze: “So, since it has increased quite a bit, I thought I’d organize it a bit…”

Kuze: “I kept the old ones in my room”

Kuze: “That… that kid…”

I regret it so much

Kuze: “If… I hadn’t carelessly left the book in my room…”

Hitaki would have escaped such a fate

Hayato: “...I see. I got the gist of it. As I explained earlier, handwritten Japanese-bound books are rare these days.”

Hayato: “From a personal collection… This isn’t the first time that a cursed book has been found in a place that the person has already forgotten about.”

Hayato: “So it’s wrong for you to blame yourself.”

Kuze: “...eh”

With a straight gaze, my body stiffened.

I feel relieved and at the same time sorry for making everyone worry

Kuze: “Thank you”

Hayato: “You’re welcome”

He smiled, and this time, embarrassment welled up.

My emotions are changing so fast, I can’t help but feel restless

Kuze: “Even so… It’s scary that you can do such a thing just by reading a book…”

Hayato: “That’s right. That’s why we’re desperately looking for suspicious books”

Hayato: “...”

Akira: “Hayato?”

Hayato: “...Kuze-san”

Kuze: “...Ozaki-san? Um, wha…”

After thinking for a while, Ozaki-san stares at me with a stern look

Hayato: “Um”

Kuze: “Yes?”

Hayato: “I apologize for the sudden request, but Kuze-san, would you like to become a member of Fukuro?

Kuze: “Eh!?”

Akira: “Hey!?”

Hayato: “Ah, Fukuro is something like a nickname we made for the Imperial Book Information Asset Management”

Hayato: “As I told you at the beginning, I’m still a national civil servant, and we have an apartment style dormitory in Sendagi”

Hayato: “The uniform is provided, and I think the salary is reasonable.”

Kuze: “Wait a minute, um…!?”

Hayato: “I want you.” 

Kuze: “What!?”

Those sudden words made my fingertips heat up in an instant.

Kuze: “Wh-what are you saying…”

Hayato: “Ah! That’s not what I meant! It’s my fault!! What I want is your power!!”

Kuze “...Uh…”

Akira: “I’m very sorry, my colleague is too straightforward. In other words, we would like for Kuze-san to lend us the power to see that aura.”

Hayato: “Yes, that’s right! That power is really useful!”

Hayato: “Because books don’t move, talk or assert themselves, our job is to basically gather information and search for places where books can be found.”

Hayato: “But for us and the people at the bookstores, we at least can’t judge just based on appearances.”

Hayato: “Therefore, when a new handwritten Japanese bound book enters a bookstore, it is supposed to be brought back and checked by Nabari-san… Basically”

Hayato: “However, not all stores and people are cooperative, and there may be things that are hidden.”

Hayato: “Luckily, or rather unfortunately… If someone is affected, it’s possible for them to come to pick it up like tonight.”

Hayato: “That’s after the ‘victim’ has already appeared”

Kuze: “...”

Hayato: “There is a possibility that such a dangerous book is still buried somewhere”

Hayato: “But with that power, you can tell.”

Kuze: “Yes, that may be true…”

Akira: “I wonder, Kuze-san, did you know that Nabari-san has a weak heart?”

Kuze: “Eh? Yes… That’s what I’ve heard”

Akira: “So he can’t walk outside, go on long walks, or run.”

Hayato: “...I don’t think it’s hard work, but I should add that it’s basically a job where you’re outside all day…”

Kuze: “All day long…”

Hayato: “That’s why if Kuze-san joins Fukuro, I think the chances of finding cursed books will increase.”

Hayato: “It might be painful because of your brother’s incident. But if you join us as soon as possible, the number of victims might be reduced accordingly.”

Hayato: “Besides, it’s nice that you seem to like books. I wish I had love for books”

Kuze: “...”

Hayato: “What do you think? Would you like to join Fukuro?”

Kuze: “Oh, that…”

I knew too well that they weren’t making fun of me.

I also realize that this strange power might be useful.

But…

→ I think it is impossible

Kuze: Hm… I don’t think it’s possible, to be honest…”

When I came to my senses, I answered yes.

❊ (Repeated dialogue)

→ Give me time to think

After some thought, I replied

Kuze: “...I’m very sorry. Could you give me some time to think?”

❊ Hayato: “Kuze-san…”

Kuze: “It’s not that I don’t want to cooperate…”

Kuze: “I can see that you both are serious about your work.”

Kuze: “But… To be honest, I’m still confused about my brother…”

Hayato: “Well… That’s to be expected. I’m sorry…”

Hayato: “It’s not like I’m asking you to come now, or I’ll ask you to start tomorrow. I just thought that the sooner the better.”

Kuze: “...I understand. I will consider it.”

Hayato: “Thank you very much! Since we’re here, we will take care of the book from now on.”

Ozaki-san puts away the book

Hayato: “Thank you very much for your cooperation today.”

Akira: “Thank you very much for your cooperation today.”

The two deeply bowed their heads and left the reception room.

-

Kuze: “...Haaaa”

Looking at the clock with a sigh, the hands are already at 3:00 AM. Some people call it night, and some people call it morning. It’s that kind of time.

I sat at my desk and stared blankly out the window, reflecting on a day that was too surreal.

Fighting with Hitaki about my marriage.

Hitaki suddenly trying to commit suicide.

Furthermore, the cause seems to be a suspicious book.

And that- I was invited to the job of searching for those suspicious books…

Kuze: “Hitaki…”

If it’s true, I want to rush to the hospital right now to talk to him. However, they said that until his condition is stabilized, he would not be allowed to have visitors.

Kuze: “Such a strange power…”

Flashback Hayato: “It might be painful because of your brother’s incident. But if you join us as soon as possible, the number of victims might be reduced accordingly.”

I cast my eyes on the bookshelves in my room

I have several books bound in Japanese style, but none of them show a strange aura.

Kuze: “I don’t want anything to do with that…”

I could see their enthusiasm. I would also like to cooperate if possible.

But

-

If I close my eyes, the flames enveloping Hitaki emerge so vividly

Kuze: “...I don’t want to see it”

-

I fell hard onto the bed

-

(That's the end of chapter 1 of the common route!)

[charincharge]

advice time! you are the nicest, coziest, most helpful person on this site so hopefully you can help :)

there’s this guy i’ve been crushing on for a while. i liked him in 8th grade, and that was the year covid hit and schools went out, and i was fully virtual the next year, so i didn’t see him at all until last year (10th grade). we became a lot closer and i didn’t start liking him again at that point, we were just good friends. i’m in 11th grade now and we’ve become even closer this year except i started liking him again and i’ve tried to ignore it bc i hate having feelings for my friends, it makes things so miserable for me. it’s grown to the point where i think this is the largest crush i’ve ever had on a person, and i know that’s not necessarily saying much since i’m still in high school (and have never dated anyone btw), but at this point in my life it still feels really meaningful to me. anyway, tl;dr of that was there’s a boy that i’m pretty good friends with who i have a massive crush on.

so today i found out he’s asexual. i was supportive of course when he told me but, especially later when i was by myself and had time to process it, i am so upset about this. i’m not upset with him ofc, i have nothing against ace people and i’m bi myself so it’s not like i’m bigoted, it’s just that this guy i’ve liked so much and for so long (relatively anyway) can’t like me back. i was never under the impression he did, he never acted like he had feelings for me in return so i’ve never shared my own feelings, it’s just that even though i knew he didn’t like me there was still the possibility of it, and it’s gone now. i’m just so frustrated with the circumstances, that things had to work out this way. i feel so selfish for worrying about my own feelings while he’s coming out and dealing with the stress of that, it’s just so unreasonably sad to me.

i could never tell him any of this, both because it would be so embarrassing and awkward for me, and because he’s such a kind person and i know he’d feel (unnecessarily) bad. so i will do my best to get over him while supporting him through this. i guess what i’m asking for isn’t actually advice since there’s nothing to be done about it (although maybe you have some tips for getting over him?), but really all i need are some words of comfort if you don’t mind <3

Oh my goodness. First let me say that I’m so incredibly touched that you reached out to me as a safe person. I am honored.

But then let’s address your problem. I totally get why your instinct would to be upset, but take a step back and take a breath and reevaluate. There is an extremely wide spectrum of asexuality and what that means. Instead of just being sad, it might be worth asking your friend what his asexual identity means to him. It differs from person to person. I have an ace friend who is in a committed relationship and they kiss, hug, etc but sex is not a priority but they do occasionally have sex.l bc their partner wants it. I also have an ace friend who doesn’t like to be touched and their partner has to understand that. Being ace doesn’t mean they can’t want you back. They totally can. It doesn’t mean your friend is suddenly off limits to a relationship it just means the boundaries of behavior are more specific. So there’s really no harm in asking what that means to them so you can figure out what that means for you if you were to be their partner. That being said, being ace is hard. We live in an Uber sexualized world and especially as an ace dude who is expected to be sexual, it might be nice to be a friend who assures them it’s okay not to feel that way. Even if their feelings aren’t reciprocated.

That said, if that’s too much I totally understand. Relationships are hard. Friendships are hard. Being a teen is hard l. You have to do what you feel good about and tbh if learning your crush is ace closes that door, it might open a new one. You have no idea. You’re so young and have so many people left to meet. You’re going to figure it all out and be okay. And if you need more assurance or help, I’m always here.

[cishetamine]

lily rose depp

they were calling her a nepo baby

ticketmaster investigation

i waited in that queue for 7 fucking hours

i waited 7 hours

and my dad waited 7 hours

the cheapest tickets were like $200

and taylor swift’s apology was so fucking bullshit

i do feel like it wasn’t totally in her control

harry stiles and ed sheeran

they

he’s the #1 most listened person on spotify!

i was so pissed off on tuesday

i saw how long the queue was when i tried to join

he paid like $500 for VIP

the fees are bad!

yeah they add up!

i’ve been scouting out tickets

it was row 2 of the 3rd tier

it should’ve been 80, it bumped up to 120 in fees

so i decided i was

there’s an app they were promoting on tiktok

you pay like a monthly membership and u get like a shitload of discounts

i hope ticketmaster gets like taken down

this is the community college i’m gonna go to!

i’d be terrified to—

did you sign up for classes next semester?

hopefully i can transfer to UIC

wait what

are you..a sophomore with your credits?

seems like their studies were interrupted

college algebra i should be okay with but biology is just not my thing

i’m gonna take speech next semester, which is required for PR

it’s so fun watching her interact with the snow

baby’s first snow

public speaking

it’s a requirement for my major

my brother took it for

business degree

i hate listening to my voice on camera

you have to talk abt stupid things

he did his on why videogames are like bad for kids

which they don’t talk abt in college as much these days. bc they’re like too talked about

the last 2 months of my philosophy class last year we just did political debates like every single day

ppl are afraid teachers won’t grade them fairly bc there’s lots of opinion and bias

canadian college

abortion and euthanasia were all not allowed

ooh there’s the dugout

is that a bar?

is that the rooftop right there?

it’s actually really cute.

ohh! he’s going on a cruise i think! with like regina’s family over thanksgiving.

he straight up told me that [pronoun indecipherable] doesn’t like having sex

like receiving it?

you’re so selfish

what’s wrong with you!

i saw her private story

all she does is post like carter and monty, that’s it.

when she got accepted she said she hasn’t even toured it yet

she skipped it to go to starbucks with us

i’ve never met anyone lazier in my fucking life

community college

you don’t wanna end up like her that’s for sure

my mom said

if you’re gonna drop out and never go back,

i was telling

holding me here against my will

your family needs a reality tv show

it would get so many views

sister

my parents had to flush her pills down the toilet

bc you’re only supposed to be taking them for like 2 weeks

her like SCREAMING in the background. like SCREAMING

she was hooked on oxy

i’m excited for the new season

they canceled it!

They canceled it?!!??

there was rumors about a bunch of major actors leaving the show

sidney sweeney

trump supporter

i love when the internet comes in with opinions

i feel like you can’t really cancel an actor unless they do something

armie hammer! yeah he works at a hotel now

there was like leaked—

just got put on netflix which is like, shit timing

everyone likes the summer in italy

i’ve always liked

2 more stops

i don’t know…i don’t see the appeal

it doesn’t look that great to me but i want to see it

don’t worry darling

i didn’t neeed to see it

walk out of the theater like after watching interstellar

if you’re not gonna make a sequel don’t you dare leave a movie un..

i know the harry stans are going crazy right now.

i look at him more and more like he’s not all that. he looks like a lot of other people

great personality, but

he’s that one person who’s like too into tiktok trends like he’s right behind them

i’ve never been to a harry styles concert but

it also pissed me off how long it took him to reveal what the gender was

there was like a part 2 like what the fuck, just put it in 1 video!

i wish i’d got starbucks before i came here

we’re going to a cafe!

yeah but

very.. adult drinks

do you need your chocolate—

haha yeah, kinda!

i like the sugar cookie—

the gingerbread latte

my sister

you were there for this

my sister was like:

i can’t wait for christmas so i can get a peppermint mocha!

and i was like how many times do i have to tell you: you can get a peppermint mocha year round!

yeah, but it’s different when it’s christmas!

hits different

[ppprimary]

The thing about a strong gut feeling that I have learned is to ALWAYS trust it. It’s really unfortunate that you had to go all through that despite having a hunch about it, but i’m glad you managed to work out things with your best friend. 16 years is indeed a lot and very beautiful, after all…what are genuine friends for if not staying by our side at all points in life whether high or low, good or bad. Ik nobody is perfect and even in my case, with the girl that my friendship ended, ik I had my faults in it, but ultimately it wasn’t me who started acting up. Your friend’s bf might be aloof but I don’t think letting him know subtly (or not if he’s aloof lol) that it bothered you is a too bad idea, at least he’ll know not to do it again (hopefully).

The gut feeling one is too real, I went ahead and befriended a classmate of mine in 10th grade despite getting VERY off-vibes from him and oh well…where did it lead me? I’ll just say it didn’t necessarily hurt THAT much, but he did hit me…and not once :)) but no worries, i do not tolerate such behaviour and our “friendship” was veeeery quickly over.

Hehe, alright, I’ve got a new best friend then on here😆🫡 hope i’m not prying, but are you by chance French? It’s the bebé for me—although it could be Portuguese or Brazilian Portuguese ig lol? ~B <3

hiii I'm alive!!!! but I still feel kinda like shit so :/ updates? there's a bpd investigation on the way for me so that would explain a lot 🫠

anywayssss my ateez album came in the mail yesterday do you wanna see? I'll show u either way <3

I got the blue one bc the pics are more my style hehe yeosang is the toktoq pob he's so <3 seonghwa looks SO PRETTY TOO 😭😭😭😭😭 I was hoping for a selca like pc for mingi but I'll take what I can get he still looks gorg

and yes I'm from brazil! not prying don't worry <3

[sluts4shigaraki]

BACK TO SCHOOL!

CW ♡ none really for this chapter. mild creepiness from shiggy but what’s new tbh

Pairing ♡ shigaraki/fem!reader

Word count ♡ 2,100

minors/ageless blogs DNI ♡ you will be blocked

A/N ♡ as of right now i’ve got around 7 chapters for this but i’ll be scattering posting them, i’m trying to get back into writing again so this blog will be semi active ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ also it’s under a read more bc all these chapters are kinda fat. so obv reader is chubby in this, but you can assume that all of my reader fics are chubby reader tbh

DAY ONE

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Calculus was your worst class. Not just because you were bad at it, or because Mr. Byrne was rude to you, but because of him. Tomura was a part of an exchange student program. Most of the students adjusted well and made friends, but it seemed like Tomura didn’t even want to be here. He constantly had his hood up and never spoke to anyone as he moved across campus. He sat directly behind you, never contributing to any discussions. All he did was stare at you so hard you could feel his eyes burning a hole in your head. This semester felt like it would last forever thanks to this class. You tried to take notes and listen to the lecture but none of it made sense. As the lecture came to a close, your professor called your name, and Tomura’s. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Can you two stay for a moment?” Oh good lord. Holding your breath, you stepped up to your professors desk. “Your test scores have been… inadequate lately. So I’ve asked Tomura to tutor you. He’s already agreed, and I’m willing to bump your grade up. As long as you’re willing to meet up for an hour or two every day till the test next week,” he presented a sheet, dates, times and a place for a signature. “You two fill these out and we’ll see what we can do,” why, why of all people, this guy? Surely there has to be someone else just as smart. Maybe it wasn’t even that. Maybe no one else would tutor you.

“Mr. Byrne I don’t…” before you even finished, he held up a hand.

“If you fail this class, your GPA will drop and you’ll have to retake it. I know you don’t want to be here. Give it a chance,” as he spoke, Tomura was rocking on his feet, anxiously picking at his fingers. He wanted you to say yes. Needed you to say yes. This was his in. He never knew how to speak to you. You were out of his league, and he’d never even spoken to someone he was attracted to extensively, especially not one he wanted as badly as he wanted you.

Tomura had been watching you since you started this class with him. Of course, he’d seen you around campus. You stuck out to him, because you were just his type. Soft hips, chubby, a beautiful smile, and a sunny aura that he didn’t have. Obviously he didn’t know you that well, but he knew you enough. Hopefully you didn’t notice that he found out where you frequented, coffee shops and parks on campus. He definitely hoped you didn’t notice how much attention he paid you, listening in when you spoke to someone, watching your secret little habits you don’t even think about. Tomura wanted to know everything. He knew he was weird, so he’d have to find out how to attract you despite that. That scared him. How could he attract someone like you to someone like him? It didn’t matter. Even if being near you made him nauseous and sweaty, he’d do it. You would be his before the week was out.

“That’s.. fine I guess. I’ll do it,” turning to him, you noticed he wouldn’t even meet your eyes.“So, are you free right now, or do you have a class or somethin’?” Tomura’s throat went dry. All he had to say was that he’s free, and wants to tutor you now, but so many questions and worries bobbed around in his head. Would you want to go to your dorm or his? God, not his dorm. It’s disgusting. There’s a picture he took of you on his computer. You weren’t aware he took it, but it was sticky and he knew you’d be grossed out. Maybe even enough to drop the class and take the failing grade. Finally he managed to sputter out some words, knowing he’d took a weird amount of time to respond.

“We can do it right now. Wherever, i-is fine,” instantly you recoiled. You didn’t want him to know how much you dreaded this so he’d at least do a good job and help you pass.

“There’s some tables in the park if that’s okay. It’s usually pretty quiet,” but public enough to not be totally alone with him, you thought. Tomura nodded, following you out of the building. He always loved how you looked, the way your thighs spread when you sat, how soft your tummy looked. You were confident, and it showed in the way you dressed. He could only imagine how it would feel to touch you, your stomach, your thighs. Being behind you was like a godsend, he got to watch you walk. He could’ve easily outpaced you with his height, but he made sure to keep a slow pace just to stay where he was.

Trying to fill the silence on the way to the park was awkward, but you had to say something. Anything.

“This class makes me feel kinda stupid. It’s not a part of my major but it’s a required class, so I feel like it shouldn’t be as hard as it is, you know?”

Tomura doesn’t know how to respond. The only thing he wants to do is hold your hand. Be yours, so you can be his. His palms are soaked with sweat at the very thought. He wiped them on his hoodie, not knowing what to do with them. Why did merely existing around you make him feel so out of place? All he wanted to do was impress you and he had no idea if he was even capable of that. Instinctively, his hands flew to his neck to scratch at the scarred skin there. You flick your eyes back to him, all you see is his head down, hands digging at his neck.

When you get to the park, it was more empty then you’d hoped. You dropped your backpack at the nearest table and sat down with your notebook full of a few notes and lots of doodles and scribbling. Just like before, it took Tomura way too long to speak.

“What part is uh.. confusing you?” Clicking his pen over and over again, like a nervous tick, he still refused to make eye contact.

“Um, well, I guess the calculus part,” trying to make a lighthearted joke to ease the tension. It was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Well, I think we should start with what the basics and… go from there?” Once he got started it was hard to get him to shut up. Turns out if you wanted him to speak, you just needed to ask a distressing amount of questions about math, probably video games too. Tomura was smart, which probably shouldn’t have surprised you. You shouldn’t even be in the same class as him. Your teacher couldn’t teach you half the things Tomura could. Eventually the lights in the park had come on.

“Wow, has it really been, like, two hours? I didn’t even notice. You’re actually a really good teacher,” the compliment made Tomura’s head swim. You tore off a scrap of paper, scribbling your number on it. “Text me, ‘kay? This helped a lot but, I think I need a lot more to pass that test. Thanks for that, Tomura,” you beamed at him, and he finally met your eyes. You were a little hesitant to give it to him, or even give him that wide of a smile. Then he gave his best attempt at a smile back to you. It was crooked and a little unnerving.

With visibly quivering hands, either due to nervousness or tremors, he took the paper. Tomura cleared his throat, and added it to his phone. He pushed the paper into his pocket and sent you a text. Regret sinks in just a touch, but you needed to be able to communicate with him when you didn’t have a class together.

“There, so you’ll know it’s me and not some.. weirdo,” in your head you burst out laughing but you kept an innocent smile on your face. Did he not realize he was some weirdo? Even though he was incredibly helpful with tutoring, he still did weird things that made you a little scared of him. Things on and off campus that made others avoid him. Tomura had long, greasy, unkempt hair. It somehow still held some volume, so you couldn’t imagine what it looked like clean. The bags under his eyes were deep, like he never slept, not a singular time since he was born. His lips were always dry, his voice raspy. You were pretty sure he survived on Monster and take-out. Girls would talk about how they caught him staring. Or walking behind them, quite a distance away, but still following. The talk died down when he started calculus, all because of you. You were the one he wanted. The other girls were pretty, a little stupid, probably easy to manipulate. Getting you though, that would be like the boss battle at the end of a game. Incredibly difficult, it might take a few tries, but the satisfaction it’d bring would be worth it.

“I’m free th-the same time tomorrow. We can meet here if you want,” he was scratching his neck, and you could see his sharp, uneven fingernails digging in and blood getting underneath them. You felt like you had to be nice. Tutoring you was at least worth a little bit of kindness, considering he did it for free. The reason why he did it was so obvious and so obscure. Plus, you were taught manners, and no matter how much you disliked someone, you should help if they’re hurt.

“Oh, you’re uh, bleeding. Here, let me see,” digging through your backpack, you found your first aid kit. You cleaned his wounds, and put some neosporin and a bandaid on his neck. Tomura could cry. The feeling of your fingers on his neck made his dick twitch. He wouldn’t say that, and he’s hoping he didn’t show it. You both went your separate ways, you went back to your dorm and didn’t think much more about it. It was much different for Tomura.

On the walk back, the only thing keeping him from digging the skin fully off his neck was the bandage you put on him. Gently grazing his fingers across it, it made him blush. It also made him incredibly angry. He could’ve said something. Kissed you, even. You were so close, your soft hands making him light headed. Yet just looking at you, feeling your breath on his neck, paralyzed him. The walk gave him time to think, and that gave him time to get angry at himself.

When he stepped in his dorm room, he threw his backpack against the wall, slamming the door shut behind him. His roommate, Touya, sat on the bed opposite Tomura’s. Unfazed by one of his frequent tantrums, he tapped on his phone. Probably trying to figure out what party to be at so he can get his dick wet. Tomura despised him. He could get nearly anyone he wanted but Tomura couldn’t even get the one person he wanted. Everything about you was all he wanted.

The room was dirty on both sides, but his side was worse. Tomura had empty energy drink cans everywhere, figures of lewd anime girls, dirty clothes covering whatever else was there. Sometimes it was clean, when the RA decided to come by. That rarely happened so Tomura rarely cleaned.

“Wha’ happened? Someone mildly inconvenience you again?” Smirk decorating Touya’s scarred face. He looked like a freak too, but he didn’t get the same judgement Tomura faced. Touya had girls lining up to even talk to him. Tomura had girls crossing the street if he passed by.

“I was... an idiot! She was right there. So close I could’ve touched her anywhere or anyway I wanted to. And I didn’t,” aggressively pulling his gaming chair closer and sat with his elbows on the computer desk. Scratching at his neck, he felt the bandaid you placed, running his finger along it. “She…she really took care of me. And I’m practically a stranger.”

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe, for once, you should try not stalking them and being a freak. Act like you don’t want ‘em, they come runnin’,” what he said was maybe right, as much as Tomura hated to admit it. When he meets you again, he’ll test this theory.

[bobeni]

    ⠀     ⠀ O2O ፧ IT STARTED WITH A PUNCH ♡

✶ users! › p. parker, black!m!reader.

✶ synopsis! › you’re a new transfer student to midtown, and you take a liking to peter after he’s instructed to show you around the school.

but you found out his deepest, darkest secret一wait,   ⠀   why are ned and mj standing over you?

✶ wrdcnt! › 1,609.

✶ notes! › this is a repost bc this was originally my first post on here 💀 apologies for bad grammar.

  When you first came to Midtown, you didn’t really expect much. Sure it was a good school, a lot of smart kids, good teachers, an amazing school grade. But sometimes you lowkey felt like you didn’t belongーlike you weren’t smart enough compared to all of the big brains that surrounded you the more you tried to get involved into the school’s activities.

Those feelings washed away once you started getting those good grades and receiving the awaited praise.

But there was something else, or rather someone.

Peter Parker.

You were drawn to him for some odd reason, but you never paid any mind to it.

When he first was instructed to show you around the school, that’s where some of these feelings started.

“You’re not from here are you?” Peter glanced your way, but quickly averted his eyes to the posters on the hallway walls. His face was slightly tinged pink, but you ignored it to smile at him. “Yeah, how’d you know?” The brunet just shrugged. “Uh. Just a good guess. Where are you from though?” It might have been nothing but you felt like there was something in his voice when he asked you, but you just brushed it off for now. “[city/state/country]. My mom’s always wanted me to move, so why not New York? She put me in this school since she thinks it’ll help me; give me a bright future and all of that.”

Peter nodded at your story. “That’s really cool of her一to put you in this school, I mean. I think you’ll like it here. Hopefully.” Quickly adding the last part, he gave you a bright smile that you couldn’t help but return. “I hope so too.”

You both walk down the hallways in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Peter speaks up again.

“Hey, uh, after school do you wanna maybe…hang out? I can show you more around Queens?” Those big brown eyes bored into his own. Honestly, how could you say no to such a genuine offer to spend time with one of the nicest guys in school? “Sure, that’d be really dope, Peter.” You agree, doing a little happy dance when the boy gave him the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen. “I gotta get to class, though. So I’ll see you一”

The brunet grabbed your arm before you could start to walk away, his grip was unnaturally tight so you were heavily pulled back towards him. “Let me walk you!” You raised an eyebrow at that, he gave you a sheepish smile in return. “I mean, can I walk you to class?”

“I’d like that,” you smiled at him. “shall we?” Holding out your arm, waiting for him to take it. Peter giggled before locking both of your arms. “We shall.”

While you were walking to class, you both talked about completely random shit to pass the little time you had. Through that, you learned that he really likes pop culture. But hey, you don’t mind it at all.

And maybe, just maybe, you learn that you have a crush on him as well.

You don’t seem to mind that either.

Long after school has ended, you stand by the entrance at the bottom of the stairs. You’ve been waiting for about fifteen minutes for the brunet boy and there hadn’t been a glimpse of him in sight as the other kids started to make their own ways home. Tapping your foot lightly, you’re starting to doubt that Peter’s going to even show up now. Would waiting a few more minutes be a good idea? Yeah, but only a few then he’s gone.

But you sigh and push yourself from the railing and begin walking home. You really liked Peter, so getting blown off on him when you thought you made a good impression was a stab to the heart.

Pulling out your phone, deciding it could do the least to distract you right now. But just as you were about to pass an alleyway, you saw a flash of red and blue from the corners of your eye.

You turn to see the infamous Spider-Man.

Like a dumbass, you treaded lightly down the alley until you could get a closer look without being seen. Unfortunately, the hero was in the process of removing his mask and you gasp once you catch a glimpse of his face. He hears you and snaps towards the noise.

You gasped even louder once you saw his face.

“Peter?? What the fuck?” His brown eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head as his face burns in something similar to embarrassment and fear. The brunet paces for a few seconds as you just stand there, unable to move. He turns back towards you before mumbling a quick: “sorry, [name...”

“What一” Then everything suddenly went black.

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Seems like it’s been hours before you finally woke up, hushed whispers surrounding you. Your head was pounding and you were mildly confused on what was happening before you remembered一Peter is Spider-Man.

Eyes snapping open, you find Ned and Michelle standing over you. The former looks nervous and glances at his two friends and you while the latter has her arms folded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Where the hell am I?” You ask. Jesus Christ, your voice was so raspy. “You don’t get to know that.” Michelle narrowed her eyes at you, Ned made a noise of disagreement as he sent a look back at Peter. “Dude, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

He sighed shakily as he started to walk over to you.

“In my room, you’re in my room.”

Okay. Running your hands through your hair, you make attempts to regulate your breathing and calm down. “But why though?”

“It’s because you saw what you shouldn’t have.” She got elbowed in her ribs lightly from Ned, only rolling her eyes and letting Peter take her place closer to his bed.

“You saw me with my mask off. A-And I had to get you back here before anyone could’ve saw.” That was justifiable, still you felt a sharp pain pass through your head. “Makes sense, but damn, did you have to punch me so hard?” Wincing, you felt a bruise coming in. Oh, brother.

Ned, already being prepared, tossed you a pack of ice. “Here, man.” You thank him quietly as you held it up to your face, sighing in relief. The brunet turned red with embarrassment for the second time that day. “I’m so sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to! God, I’m already fucking this up more.” That was directed more or less to himself than you. “First I stood you up and then I punched you!” The boy buried his face in his hands.

Now, his friends seemed to recognize his succeeding distress and took this as a cue for them to leave you guys alone for now. Ned sends you an apologetic smile and a wave, Michelle was already out the door.

“Peter,” you tried to get his attention, he was still refusing to look at you. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” This whole thing was wild and it didn’t help with the fact that it felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest with how close you two were.

He sighed again and finally lifted his head to face you, but still looking everywhere else. “Um, you already know by now but I’m Spider-Man,” There was an attempt to laugh from him but you just raised an eyebrow making him fidget. “I got caught up because some stupid bank got robbed right after last class and I had to rush to get back to you. But, I obviously didn’t make it in time since you were about to go home…”

A solemn look crossed his face as his lips pressed in a thin line. “I really, really like you [name] and wanted to show you around. I’m so, so sorry for punching you by the way.

You brought your hand up to tug him to sit down besides you. The small gesture seem to calm him down a bit as his shiny brown eyes stared you down. “Hey, it’s fine. I like you, too. I thought you didn’t feel my energy ‘cause you never came.” That made him squawk, shaking his head frantically. “Your energy is perfectly fine!” His voice cracked in the middle of it, you couldn’t help but snort. “I never would've一wait,” a shy smile started to spread on his pink lips. “Did you just say ‘you like me, too’?”

That’s what he pays attention to, not like you can blame him. But you still playfully roll your eyes and squeeze his wrist for confirmation.

“C-Can I kiss you?” He blurted, turning red by the second as he caressed your knuckles. Chuckling, you declined. “Not right now, my face still hurts like shit from your punch.” He laughed and lightly shoved at your shoulder. “Fine, that’s fair. But what about a hug as an extra apology?” Peter extends his arms and wiggles them a tiny bit to get you to embrace him.

Scoffing, you wrap your arms around his waist and breathe him in. The feeling of his muscular arms secured tightly around your neck was something that you couldn’t have waited for. His fingers touch the back of your head, softly twisting his fingers through the coils.

Both of you sigh, it feels so close to a dream with how everything worked out. Well, maybe it is. Either way, neither of you wants it to end.

[mythiccheroacademia]

What You Fight About

part 2

A/N: just something I thought about

Headcanon: what you two would fight about the most

Warnings: toxic behaviors, yelling, cursing, angst

Midoriya Izuku:

his absence

being the number one hero is demanding

it’s also been his dream since he could remember

you understood that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t frustrate you when he’d disappear for days at a time

izuku tries to balance his job and home life

but it isn't enough

~~~

You and Izuku don’t fight much. In fact, you never really do. You’re both so compromising that disagreements rarely happen.

But when your kid is involved, that complacency slips away. Even when it comes to one another.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Honey, why won’t you just listen to me?” he begged, but the irritation in his tone gave it more sharpness than he intended. “[S/N] doesn’t need the tutor. It’s just the teacher.”

You began to pick up the leftover toys from floor more so to expel pent up energy rather than to simply clean. You scoffed, shaking your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Excuse me?” Midoriya snipped. His eyes followed you as you discarded the toys and crossed your arms beside the couch, finally giving him your attention. “I think I know my own son, Y/N.”

Izuku cared so much for your child and you knew that. But that underlying message your brain processed within his words pissed you off.

“And you think I don’t?”

“I just don’t think you’re giving him enough credit.”

An incredulous laugh left your lips before they moved into a frown. “He’s failing 4th grade, Izuku. We can’t move him to a different classroom every time he gets a bad grade. At some point, we have to take responsibility! He needs the extra help!”

“You just don’t understand,” the hero muttered, running a hand through his hair.

What he said shouldn’t have set you off, but it did. Everything suddenly flooded your head. All the stress you had to deal with alone bubbled up your throat and exploded.

“No, you don’t understand!”

“Yes I do!”

“How!? You’re barely in his fucking life anyways!”

It went silent shortly after that.

The outburst felt good, but the aftermath made your squeeze with guilt. Izuku’s frown softened into shock before melting into something deeper than pain.

Once your words finally processed through your head, you immediately tried to take it back.

“Izuku, I didn’t mean that—”

“Yes you did.”

You thickly swallowed and averted your eyes to the floor. He was right. You did. You’d been wanting to say it for so long, but this wasn’t the way you planned to deliver those thoughts.

Your gaze moved back to your husband once he gathered his duffle bag and slid on his shoes.

“Baby,” you sighed, your voice much softer than before. It was almost insane how easily the anger left you. “Where are you going?”

You wilted with his next words. “I’ll stay over at the agency. To give you some space. We’ll talk more after we’ve both cooled down,” he sadly smiled.

Despite the hurt silver-lining his green eyes, Midoriya softly held your chin and kissed your forehead. Something he always did when your disagreements didn’t end on a good note. As if to reassure you that, even though he was upset, he still loved you all the same.

And that just made you feel worse.

“’Zuku—”

“Don’t worry about [S/N]. I’ll take him to school tomorrow.” He paused to look you in your eyes. “I love you, always.”

“I love you too,” you quietly resigned and watched him disappear behind the front door leaving you to let your head fall into your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki

his jealousy

bakugo is confident in many areas of his life

it’s one of his qualities that won you over

but he still had those tiny insecurities that showed up in large ways

aka losing you

and he had no idea how to handle it

~~~

The alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea considering Bakugo was already noticeably pissed on the way to the house party. But everyone assumed it was just another one of his moods he’d get over sooner or later. He wasn’t a drinker, but a beer or two usually loosened him up.

However, your friends looked at each other with worry behind the door to the room you two were in. Despite the party lights and booming stereo, they could hear the angry muffled yelling you two were doing.

You were 100% drunk, but you were 110% sure this man was telling you to stay away from your friend. Your best friend.

“If it’s one thing you have, it’s the audacity,” you sassily quipped.

“I’m not fucking playing around with you, Y/N,” Bakugo snapped with too much bite than you cared to hear. “I want you to stay away from that two-bagged eyed bastard!”

“You always do this! Shinsou’s my friend!”

The redness in his ears wasn’t only from the drinks as his nostrils flared with barely contained irritation. “Friend my ass. You didn’t see the way he was looking at you, and that fucker had the nerve to grab you in front of me!”

“He was moving me out of the way!”

“He fucking felt you up is what he did!”

You smacked your teeth, entirely done with the argument. You weren’t getting anywhere. “Now you’re just being delusional.”

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out in a desperate attempt to calm himself. A feat even he was surprised about considering the situation. He tried so hard to not be as explosive, to reign in his emotions, for you. But his jealousy burned hot within his veins.

“Y/N. I’m asking you, as your man, to put some distance between you and Shinsou,” he lowly warned.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Like hell I will. Hitoshi’s been here longer than you have by years. I’m not gonna drop him just because you feel insecure.”

That withered away any form of self-restraint Katsuki had left. He felt exposed and hurt. And dealt with that the best way he knew how.

His hazy brain clouded over with anger and he went on the defensive.

“I bet you want him.”

“What? No I don’t?”

“You’re probably sleeping with him behind my fucking back,” he dryly laughed. “Am I not good enough anymore? Is that it?”

You were quickly sobering up. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Of course not! I’m not a cheater!”

“Then why won’t cut him off, damn it!?”

Your voices rose in volumes too high for comfort. The crackle in his palms didn’t scare you one bit, but it was enough for Kirishima and Mina to come in and try to separate you two.

You ignored their pleading and the two of your found each other in the other’s face.

“Why are you so jealous!?”

“BECAUSE HE’S TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME!!”

“NO HE’S NOT!

“IT’S SO EASY FOR YOU TO DEFEND HIM AND PROBABLY JUST AS EASY FOR YOU TO SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS—"

A resounding slap cut him short. That seemed to snap him out of whatever alcohol induced rage he was in. However, Bakugo only had a moment to register your expression of disgust before Kirishima pulled him away.

“Fuck you, asshole” was the last thing you said before Mina lead into the hallway.

Kirishima watched his friend’s breathing turn ragged with each puff.

“Come on, man. Let’s just—”

“FUCK!” Katsuki roared before throwing a nearby water bottle to the floor. He fisted his hair and clenched his teeth.

He messed up. Big time.

And as upset as he was with himself, he couldn’t help but be even angrier at the thought of who you’d run to first.

Todoroki Shouto:

how blunt he is

he was a bit socially inept and you loved him for that

but sometimes, you get frustrated

todoroki does too because 9 times out of 10 he doesn’t understand why

when you get angry, he completely shuts down bc he doesn’t know how to handle it any other way

and it didn’t help that he was petty asf

~~~

“Okay.”

You looked up and folded your lips in a tight line. It was the same monotone answer he’d been giving you all day and it was getting on your nerves.

“Sho, baby, can you at least try and act like you somewhat care about this vacation we’re planning,” you said as sweetly as possible.

Although you were annoyed, you understood that things flew over your boyfriend’s head sometimes and, hopefully, a little nudge would point him in the right direction.

“I’m listening, prince(ss),” he dimly responded.

He didn’t bother to look up from the papers he was reading at the table and it made you huff. Folding up the magazine, you just stalked your way out of the kitchen.

“You know what? Don’t even bother. I’ll do it myself.”

That made Shouto look up. His brows furrowed in confusion and he caught your hand before you could completely pass by him. Why were you suddenly upset? He told you he was listening.  

“Hey, wait. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked.

You let him pull you in between his legs. He looked genuinely lost and it was enough to soften your exterior.

“I just feel like you don’t care sometimes,” you said, deciding to just be blunt.

“Huh?” he hummed. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…it just seems like you don’t have an interest in anything I have to say if it doesn’t involve hero work, your family, or something like that.”

Todoroki took offense to that. Of course he cared about what you had to say. He loved you. Just because he wasn’t gripping on to every word you spoke in mundane life didn’t mean he didn’t care.

There were ways to express his thoughts, but Shouto wasn’t always the best at gently doing it.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t agree,” he said.

You looked off to the side for a second before looking down at him. “Well that’s how I feel,” you retorted.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re wrong.”

You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to explain himself. However, he just stared back at you as if there was nothing else left to say. The silence was sickening.

You snatched your hand out his grip. “Okay, Shouto,” you bit and left.

He hadn’t heard his first name in a while.

Your boyfriend dumbly blinked already feeling more lost. He didn’t understand why you were so angry.

He called Midoriya about it and was told he was being intolerant. The entire conversation honestly made him feel like an asshole and Todoroki didn’t like that at all. So he gave you some space before finding you in the kitchen again, this time equipped to right his wrongs—even though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he did.

He called your name once and instead of responding, you just kept going about your task. That sort of miffed him, but he tried again. This time, you hummed back but the tension behind it made him feel defensive for some odd reason.

“Can we talk about this morning?”

“What? Are my feelings suddenly valid to you now?” you sarcastically replied.

Todoroki raised a sharp brow at your attitude and decided he was over it already. Here he was trying to apologize, and you were being difficult. He wouldn’t fight with you over something so insignificant.

“Fine. When you’re done with your little tantrum, we can talk about this like adults.”

You’d never spun around so quickly. “Really, Todoroki?”

Last name basis. Petty.

But he was even pettier.

“Yes, really, [L/N].”

His half-lidded bored stare made your scalp prickle.

“Fine. Me and my little tantrum are gonna go somewhere and you can plan the vacation all by yourself like the adult you are.”

“Fine. I’d probably get it done faster anyways.”

You let out an offended gasp. “Fine!”

“Fine!” he tsked, crossing his arms.

You two looked away from one another and stomped out of the room in childish anger.

[yaomomvs]

SEIJOH MANANGER HEADCANONS

seijoh, aoba johsai x reader | slight oikawa, iwaizumi and kunimi x reader.

a/n: ugh! i just love my seijoh boys so much! and so, i decided to make one more headcanons for them, tysm! hopefully i’ll do inarizaki next or maybe karasuno.

a bit long but i just love them,and i will do a part two mainly focusing on while they do volleyball this is more of random things

other seijoh!manager works: one | two

the volume in this bus is ASTRONOMICAL

you actually never thought of joining a club, specially a sports one.

but you needed it, so while looking at the board of the school’s options you were unsure.

“i just really need something not that complicated, and that helps me helping others” you muttered to yourself

little did you know the coach of the volleyball team was there, this nice man turned to you and offered you a place in the team.

“but please if you are one of oikawa’s fangirls dont-” “who now?” you genuinely asked. seeing that you didn’t had a clue of who he was talking about he immediately handed the application for to you.

it was first day and you were already late, but you managed to enter the gym half way practice.

you guys remember that tanaka and kiyoko scene in s4? well it was the same

“sorry for being late coach!” your voice sounded all over the place since someone was serving and it was pretty quiet.

ALL OF THEM WERE SHOCKED LIKE 🧍🏻‍♀️

the serve even hit yahaba’s face because everyone got distracted by your beauty

“i- did i do something?” “existing omg”

the coach lined up everyone and they greeted you welcoming you to the team.

you were flustered because it was like you never had a lot of guys around you and now you had to take care of all of them and also

aoba johsai’s team had one of the most attractive boys around likeeee

now, a year later, the energy is purely chaotic.

and i mean like

kindaichi and kunimi are lowkey the ones who respect you the most

not only because you, even if it was for only a year, you were their upperclassman but also you had presence

when karasuno came to the practice andy oh catched both of them after talking to kageyama in the bathroom, you pinched their ears and scolded them

“you both do that again and i’m not being compassionate” “SORRY Y/N”

but also lowkey your admirers

kunimi literally only showed strong emotions around you

“i brought you some sweets” he regularly says

“oh you are great! thank you kunimi!”you appreciated this guys little details with you

“so you have a favoritism with our manager huh?”

“y/n permission to hit kindaichi”

“permission conceded”

kindaichi also respected you because you, when he entered seijoh months ago, were one of the ones who made him believe and helped getting over that anger he had with his ex teammates and you even assured that kageyama was the reason he got better, even if he wouldn’t accept it

the second years, your literal followers

like seriously yahaba watori were always around you.

being in the same grade and class as both dod not helped a lot.

they are like puppies with anxiety separation

because you are the reason they feel loved and cared for

they always sit next to you in class, and they make sure you are comfortable with it.

you need help with hw? watori always is there

yahaba lets you paint his nails every time you got bored in class

you were such a powerful trio

they always bring your favorite drink in the mornin

you even developed this sixth sense where if you just look at each other you know exactly who are you making fun of without even speaking

you always make fun of the shit way of yahaba to flirt oml

and you even advice him on what should he do or not when meeting someone new.

istg if it was not bc of you he would have never got his first date with his crush

kyoutani later joined you, but he had trouble on trusting you

but seeing all the team laying on you he actually let himself rely on another person for the first time

he was the one who scared those stupid volleyball boys fan girls (oikawa’s or the other guys ones) away from you

he also thinks that you are not bad physically talking and he actually says it but privately

he also whenever he is mad or just frustrated comes to you and what he likes is that you don’t go in deep of the details but instead you try to distract him with random thing you say.

“guys i told you several times” you laughed “i do have other thing to do! it not like i can attend every night out with you! i have other friends too!”

“so, we are not watching cartoons tonight?”

“i hate you all so much” you surrendered “see you at 8 pm”

you became the second years core four

and also they looked up to you a lot, why? because you are the only people who always deals with the third years shit

god i think your connection with the third years was only a bit more noticeable than the second years

why? you were not afraid to mess up with them

to be real iwaizumi as oikawa caught your eye since moment one, they were naturally attractive and talented but you made a promise to not fall for anyone

omg you were so wrong

if it was iwaizumi, he always made sure you felt comfortable around

you were no vb genius so he took the time to explain you a bunch of things you did not know 🥺

also, he’s the kind of guy to stop everyone spiking because you were crossing through the gym so no ball gets you

he is the one who always search for you in school, asked about your day, and stuff that might seem basic but it was really meaningful

like he is the kind of guy who memorizes all your favorite places, treats, music anything and actually tries to get you to talk about it

oikawa on the other hand was the one who actually made you feel like part of them

he is so sweet!

like

oikawa only starts practice when you are there

like bold of someone to start hitting a ball without you there, he considered you part of the team, so he always waited for you

he walked you home or nearby every time he could he wanted you safe

his eyes always always instantly light up and screams “y/n-chan!” and immediately runs to you

but also he is the one who search you the most around

if it was lunch time he went to your home room and literally lunches with you no matter what or who

he never lets anyone lend you their hoodie, it always has to be his that you are wearing

he self crowned himself as your favorite

he hugs you out of nowhere istg is the best feeling ever

hanamaki also also also considers you priority

he is kinda more of the lowkey one, he is mainly the one who checks up on you

he once spotted a bruise in your arm and he immediately freaked out

“DO I HAVE TO FIGHT SOMEONE” “god no! i just dropped a huge book there!”

hanamaki is the one who waits for you in the entrance of the gym to walk with you to practice

he also is the first one to notice if something is wrong with you along with iwachan

they both unintentionally pay attention to you a lot and if you do something out of the common they just approach you

and they are always right

“what’s wrong y/n?” hanamaki says

“yeah, is everything okay you need anything?” iwaizumi continues.

“what do you mean guys? i’m okay” you obviously try to lie.

“no you are not, you are acting different”

“yea iwachan is right you always change yous t shirt before practice and the way you are ordering the volleyballs is off”

“why do know me so well” you indeed had a terrible day, so you almost tear up bb of that and be of how amazing your boys were to you sometimes”

“come here little one”

you heard a pout

“i see you oikawa, you can get a hug too. matsu come here”

matsukawa is your hype man

he loves messing with you like in the big brother sister way

like if a guy asked you out he’d be like “sis you can do so much better”

you are always being salty whether it’s between you or other ones

besides if you do have a crush on anyone on the team matsu is the only one to know

and he’d constantly blackmail you with that

“if you don’t buy me anything from the vending machine i will tell oikawa you actually swoon for him” “OKAY FINE”

“tell the coach that we do not need laps or iwaizumi is gonna knowwwww about” “i hate you so much”

but returning to the point you always messed with them specially the four third years

and you were so good at it

one day, you ‘innocently’ mentioned to the boys “i’m just telling you! i’ve never seen two pretty best friends, one of them always gotta be ugly”

GOD LORD THE BOMB YOU JUST ACTIVATED

THEY SPENT A WHOLE WEEK TRYING TO FUGURE OUT WHO WAS THE PRETTY BEST FRIEND BETWEEN IWA AND OIKAWA, ALSO MATSU AND HANAMAKI AHHAHAHAAH

your third years never made you feel insecure

like if you think idk listening to btr was weird because someone in the past made you feel like it be sure the next day they WILL PLAY FUCKING BIG TIME RUSH IN PRACTICE ONLY FOR YOU TO VIBE WITH THEM

also they all four have this little thought that they have to be the ones who protect you

in the court you looked out for them, outside of it they were the ones who did that

if you were teased or someone even had the audacity to make fun of you it could go three ways

you stoping kyoutani and yahaba because they were so ready to throw hands

matsukawa, hanamaki and kunimi just taking you out of there and rather say positive thinks about you

or oikawa and iwaizumi behind you giving the saltiest and meanest glares to whoever dared talking you that way and saying “and you still wonder why people don’t like you?, ” then iwaizumi says “you are right oikawa, you piece of crap have your entire life to be a jerk. take a day off your stupidity won’t left anyways”

god you sure loved those guys

BUT

as it can be really useful sometimes there were other times were they become so annoying

specially when it’s about someone liking you.

like romantic styles

i live for the idea that the vb team had obviously fangirls, oikawa mostly. but you also did

like yeah the fangirls of oikawa and the boys envied you

but the guys in aoba johsai high envied the volleyball team even more

god bless the poor guy or girl who DARES to ask you out

like please someone stop them 😭

on valentine’s day you came to practice a bit late just because you needed to figure it out how to organize all the fucking love letters and the chocolates and flowers that you got over the day.

oikawa was already worried as he always waited for you to start, and so were the guys so they decided to warm up a bit more to wait.

you crossed the door with thousands of gifts and all of that barely catching the ones which you dropped. because at this point you did not even try to hide it from the boys, you just wanted them to start practice.

he looked at you and knew exactly what that meant. he received this every once in a while, but god what was that feeling in his chest when some other people like you?

iwaizumi felt that too, that weird feeling not wanting anyone to think about you that wayyyyy

the rest of the boys had divided opinions but still you were their manager.

“so did all this came from...”

“yes matsu...”

“okay but for scientific purposes we need the names”

“HANAMAKI NO”

poor boys, they just are all scared that you’ll leave them because of someone

what a dramatic queens they are all

some of them didn’t like it bc they also had a big crush on you

so what they do is that they gatekeep anyone from you

like oml if they ever catched you and a girl or guy and they knew they liked you they constantly beg for your attention.

and it’s not only because they are being dramatic but also because they remember last year when you went out with some random dude and broke your heart like

they almost killed that guy

so they wanted you to feel happy and safe

to them? honestly you are the light of their life.

they dedicate every game to you, they take care of you, they listen to you, they brag about you, they love you

because honestly you did all that for them first

and ever since then they made sure to return that to you.

[woozapooza]

Better Call Saul: The Verdict

I’ve been putting off writing a BCS wrap-up post, partly because I’ve just been too emo, partly because I just don’t even really know where to start. But I’ve delayed long enough, so let’s do this.

I thought the show struck a perfect balance of connecting to its parent show and standing on its own. It has a lot of the same themes as Breaking Bad—choices, identity, the stories people tell about themselves—but an overall less epic, more down-to-earth feeling. I really can’t choose between BCS and BrBa at this point. They complement each other so perfectly, and while they are very different shows starring very different characters, they feel like such a complete whole, each standing perfectly well on its own but made richer by the other. I’d love to write more about this topic one day.

Favorite character: KIM!!!!! God, she’s so amazing. Her ambition, her passion for justice, her mischievous streak, her troubled backstory, her crushing guilt in 6B (I LOVE characters who are haunted by regret), her ponytail. I would die for her.

Second favorite character: Nacho!!! It took me a while to warm up to him because previously I only knew Michael Mando as Vic from Orphan Black (NOT a likeable character) but I eventually I got over it because he was just so great.

Third favorite is the Magic Man himself. What a stroke of genius to take one of the most two-dimensional characters from the original show (he’s a great character, don’t get me wrong, but he doesn’t have much psychological depth because that just wasn’t the role he was created to fill) and use his two-dimensional nature as a way to create a compelling spinoff by showing us how he got to that point. Or rather, showing us how he got to the point of presenting the facade of Saul Goodman to the world.

I thought they did a great job setting things up for Breaking Bad without it ever feeling forced. One aspect of this is that there were several occasions where it looked (to me, anyway) like they were setting something up, but they ended up doing something totally different. Like in s1 or 2 (I forget when exactly), Jimmy is asked not to practice law under the name McGill because it could cause confusion between his practice and HHM. I assumed that that would lead to him taking a different name, but the actual circumstances that led to him practicing as Saul were completely different and happened much later. The show is really good at subverting expectations, not for the sake of being like “haha, we are smarter than you” but for the sake of telling a story that doesn’t feel contrived or lazy.

Ugh, I really want to say a LOT more, but I just can’t get my thoughts into words. Hopefully I can write more—a LOT more!!!—about both this show and BrBa in the future. For now, I’ll just say that while part of the reason I’m having trouble writing about BCS is because my brain just isn’t working very well at the moment, part of the reason is just that it is so profound a show, I can’t wrangle it into coherent thoughts.

Overall grade: A+

EDIT: I forgot to say that Betsy Kettleman and Daniel “Pryce” Wormald are two of the funniest characters ever invented.

[hyuckles-chuckles]

pick up where we left off (teaser) — l. ten

even after many years of not seeing your best friend from the second grade — ten — you still think about him constantly. what had he done after moving away, what did he do when the two of you grew apart at the beginning of middle school, what did he major in when (and if) he went to college… did he still think of you as much as you had of him? well, your answers will soon be answered when by luck you bump into him, picking up right where you left off.

pairing ; lee ten x reader

genre ; fluff, romantic comedy, childhood best friends!au · word count for this teaser ; 0.6k · rating ; PG13 · warning(s) ; n/a

collab ; beginnings hosted by @notnctu

a/n ; hi....how y'all doing 🙃 i won't be able to post for this collab within the time frame that was given for it bc life got the better of me and i have exams and assignments but it should be aroundlate october that i get this out hopefully! once again joyce i'm so sorry about all of this but i'm so glad that you asked me to be apart of your farewell it really is an honour and i love you 💛🤠 i hope you all enjoy this little teaser and i'm not sure about the header i made it today but it's very cute so i may keep it hehe

pick up where we left off is copyright 2021 hyuckles-chuckles, all rights reserved.

In your second year of ‘big school’ as your parents liked to put it, you had lots of friends that you liked a lot. Some of them you had met in your first-grade class, and others you met in your second-grade class. You got along with them well but none of them were your best friend. And there was nothing wrong with that, at your young age you didn’t even understand what a best friend was, but you could tell who of your friend group were closest to — and you didn’t have that connection with anyone yet.

That was until later that day when your class was situated on the carpet where your teacher was reading a story about farm animals. You were sitting cross-legged next to one of your friends in the second row on the carpet so you would be able to pay close attention to the story — it was your favourite part of the day after all. But when your teacher finished her story there was still a few minutes left before the last bell rang for the day, so instead of sitting in the front of the class she returned to her desk.

“Grade 2s, please turn around to face me,” your teacher told you. “You can talk to the person next to you while we wait for the end of day announcements, but remember, there are other classes around so keep it as quiet as possible.”

You and your classmates all turned to your left meaning you were now sitting in front of your friend and were now sitting next to the person who sat behind — someone you hadn’t met before. You recognised him as he was in your line of sight from where you sat on the other side of the classroom, but you never got to speak to him until this moment.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N),” you smile as you introduce yourself to the boy, extending your hand in greeting.

“Hi,” he smiled brightly at you, shaking your hand with his own. “My name is Chittaphon.”

“Chitta… Chit… Chitta…” you trail on quietly, not quite remembering how he had said his name, a warmth spreading on your cheeks as you tried to repeat his name.

But by the giggle he produced, it seemed he didn’t mind that you were finding it difficult to say his name. “Don’t worry, most grown ups don’t even know how to say my name.”

“So, what do they call you?” you asked him, resting your elbows on your knees.

“Everyone calls me Ten,” he explained. “You’re actually one of the first people to try to say my name before asking for my nickname.”

“How do you say it again?” you ask him, and his once neutral face changes to a bright one.

“Yeah, it’s—” but as soon as he’s about to repeat his name, the bell rings, meaning it was time to go home. So, your teacher dismisses you all after you greeted each other and you go into the passage to collect your schoolbag and towards the exit, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look to your left and see Ten walking with you to where the parents pick-up their children after school.

“It’s Chittaphon,” he reminds you, and he begins to giggle when you try to say his name, interrupting you. “How about I teach you how to say my name tomorrow? Before school starts? I’ll write it down for you and everything.”

“Oh, okay,” you smile, walking away from him as you saw your mom exit her car. “My mom is here; I should get going. Bye, Ten!”

“Bye, (Y/N)! Nice to meet you!” he exclaimed, waving at you as you ran towards your mom.

“Hello, sweetie,” your mom greets you, bending down to give you a welcoming hug before she opens the backdoor for you. “Who was that boy you were talking to you?”

“My new friend, Ten!”

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[library-of-the-sun]

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How about a KiriBakuKami where like- kaminari is just feeling way behind Bc his two boyfriends are doing so much better than him. And he has trouble explaining it to them when he confronts them, which causes the other two to misinterpret what he’s trying to say. So they get upset and they think that he’s just jealous of them and that he’s trying to make them seem like the bad guys. So they have an argument, 2 on 1 and in the end, kaminari just walks out, and goes to hang with sero (NO THEY SRE NOT STOP)

And Kami explains what he was trying to say to his boyfriends to sero. And sero doesn’t have it and like, tries to help ig? But things get fixed in whatever way you want, AND FLUFFY ENDING OR I WILL CRY

Hopefully this is understandable what I’m trying to say

Ok! (I'm having him go to Mina instead of Sero Though)

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Ship → KiriBakuKami

Notes → I was finally able to post this after getting a computer, before I was trying to post it on my phone and it wouldn’t work. That is part of the reason i did no writing, but that was also because I had writers block.

Kaminari stared down at his latest test dejectedly, even with all the help from his boyfriends he still got a C-. He couldn't help that he had trouble learning all this stuff, his ADHD made it hard to retain the information, and his Dyslexia made it hard to learn it in the first place. He stood up from the desk frustrated and went to go find his boyfriends. He went down the hallway towards Bakugo's room since that was usually where the other two were. He quietly knocked on the door and waited till he heard Kirishima tell him to come in. He dejectedly slumped over to the bed and plopped down next to his boyfriends. Kiri's fingers automatically started running through his hair. Bakugo was calming rubbing his shoulder while scanning the stressed look on his face "What's wrong with you lightnin' bolt?" He sighs running his hand’s down his face "I got another C- on my test, you guys are always able to stay so far ahead of me, it's unfair." He sat up and popped his shoulders not noticing the look passed between his boyfriends. He didn't pick up on the slight apprehensive tone in Bakugo's voice "How is it unfair?" He sighs again eye’s traveling down to look at the ground "It's unfair because you guys always get A's or B's but I can never get above a C." This time he flinched a bit since Katsuki's voice seemed cold "Well why are you putting this on us like it's our fault you have C's." Denki turns around and looks at them puzzled "What do you mean, I wasn't saying that?" He noticed the tick mark on the blondes head and the raise of his voice "Well it sure as hell seemed like it Denki, just cause you can't seem to get a good grade doesn't mean you have to be jealous and pin it on us." He automatically flinched at the raise in tone, old memories flashing through his head. He tried to look over at Kirishima for some comfort but the red head looked upset with him too. He tried to stutter out a response but couldn't find anything so he stood and left the dorm room, tears brimming in his eyes. He just made his way to the girls side of the dorm hoping Mina wasn't busy because he really needed the support. When he had got there he lightly knocked on the door. He waited for the bubbly enby to open the door as he looked down and scratched at his arm anxiously. He heard their exuberant voice "Hi Denk's what ya-" they cut their self off seeing that he was crying. They grabbed the arm he was scratching to stop him from causing himself anymore harm. They then brought him into their room and before settling him down on their bed. "Denki babe, what's wrong?" He noticed that Jirou was also in the room and was quietly watching to see if they were needed to help. He started to scratch his hand aggressively as some more tears fell from his eyes "I got a C- on our last test, so I went to go rant to Kiri and Baku about it, and I don't know what I did wrong but they thought I was blaming it on them, so they got mad at me, Baku yelled, and so I left." Jirou stood up and went to storm out the door looking like they were gonna go beat the boys up before Mina stopped them. Mina hugged to teen to them and rubbed his back "Well do you wanna go back there and talk to them, or do you want to take a bit?" He cried for a minute or two before sitting back and sniffling "I wanna go back there and talk to them." Mina helped him up, wiped off his cheeks and then led him out of their room towards the Boys side with Jirou in tow. As soon as they were at the room Jirou banged on the door, and tapped their foot irritated, they had the shortest temper following after Katsuki. Bakugo answered the door irritated, only registering that Kyoka and Mina were standing there "What do you extra's want?" Kyoka crossed their arms and tapped their foot vigorously "I would like to talk about how you made your boyfriend cry because, you, misinterpreted his words." They did a harsh stab to his chest with the word you, to emphasize their point. Katsuki raised his eyebrow at them "What the hell are you talking about Jack's?" Kyoka got fed up with this bullshit and stormed into Bakugo's room sitting in his office chair glaring at Kirishima who was avoiding their gaze and Bakugo who had sat himself down next to Kirishima. "What I am talking about Katsuki, is how Kaminari came to you two for support on his new test grade that he was frustrated about, and yes he might have had a slip up in his words, which, as his boyfriends you should know that he has issues phrasing his words and it can come out wrong, but instead of talking it out with him, you yelled at him." They took a quick deep breath as Mina rubbed their back to help calm them down before they physically started a fight "Now me and Mina are not gonna leave till you two make up with your boyfriend." Denki stood next to Mina fidgeting with his hands refusing to look up at his boyfriends. Kirishima stood up from the bed and walked over to Kaminari, he led the blonde back to the bed and led him to sit down. Mina took that as their cue to leave so they grabbed Jirou and started to drag them in tow behind them while they let the other three have their time. Kirishima held Kaminari close, while running comforting fingers through his hair "I'm sorry baby, I should have interjected when Katsuki was yelling at you." Bakugo sighed rubbing his boyfriends back with light nimble fingers "And I'm sorry for yelling at you, I should have realized that it was just your words coming out wrong." They heard a quiet "It's ok" come from Denki, they layed back and let the electric blonde curl up between the two as Kirishima peppered his face with kisses and Bakugo left soft one's on the back of his neck.