#what if one day the classmate was like ‘maybe I should introduce them to each other again. sure that we would all get a laugh or two in and-

[plaid-maniac]

Do you ever think about how there totally could have been an old classmate of Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth in the audience during like turnabout sister or turnabout samurai. Do you think they would realize? Like “hey, were those the guys in my class in like fourth grade? I kinda remember them. Wonder if they remember each other. But it was so long ago, I doubt they would even care.” Meanwhile Edgeworth and Phoenix are undergoing the most insane mental battles where both of them are going “I recognize my best friend across the courtroom and I desperately want to be close with them again.” And “god he is so god damn annoying I wish he would die already.”

[swiftieblyth]

Troublesome Twin

Part 4- Ideas

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 1,062

Y/N held Coryo’s hand as they  walked into their chattering class, trying to ignore the glare from her sister, as they went to their seats.

“Your little excursion was in violation of about five different Academy rules, Mr. Snow, Miss. Crane.” Dean explained. “Chief amongst them, endangering a Capital student.”

“What? Who?” Coryo asked.

“Your little pet, Coryo,” Arachne let out.

“You, and Miss. Crane, Mr. Snow.” Dean called. “I’m moving for the Gamemakers to disqualify you both as mentors immediately.”

“You said we had to get out tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away,” Coryo retorted.

“I’ll add insubordination as well.”

“Holding her hand, Coryo,” Arachne cut in. “Introducing her to people, you make it look as if you and Y/N are one and the same as those animals. Although, Y/N might be.”

“Don’t,” Y/N whispered, holding Coryo back. 

“Coriolanus didn’t show those people anything they didn't already know.” Sejanus called.

“I don’t need your help, Sejanus.”

“That the tributes are human beings.” Y/N cut in. “Just like us. That’s why nobody wants to watch the games. It’s because people know deep down that winning a war 10 years ago doesn’t justify starving people’s children, taking away their freedoms, their rights.” Y/N was cut off with a laugh.

“Snow and Crane fell down in the cage…” Dr. Gaul taunted, walking in with a smile on her face. “It fell down in the cage but it landed…”

“On stage,” Coryo and Y/N let out at the same time.

“You’re both good at games. Maybe one day, you’ll both be a Gamemaker, like me.”

“If the Games continue at all.”

“Oh, they’ll continue. With performances like young Mr. Snow’s and Miss. Crane’s in the zoo. And I came here to ask your star mentors a question. “What are the Hunger Games for?”

“To punish the districts for their uprising, to commemorate the end of the war.” Coryo explained.

“To get revenge on the lives the capital lost,” Y/N cut in. 

“‘Commemorate the…’” Dr. Gaul started. “Dull. Dull. Dull. Punishment can take many different forms. Why not drop bombs, cancel food shipments, stage executions? Why Games?”

“Shouldn’t we be asking ourselves whether or not they’re right in the first place?” Sejanus cut in.

“You have a problem with my games?” Dr. Gaul asked.

“Some of those kids were two years old when the war ended. The oldest of them were only eight.”

“Sejanus?” Y/N warned in a whisper, glaring at him to stop.

“The Capital is supposed to be everyone’s government now,” Sejanus continued, ignoring Y/N. “It is supposed to protect all of us. I don’t see how making children fight each other to death is protecting anyone.”

“That sort of sympathy might interfere with your mentoring assignment.” Dr. Gaul stated.

“Perhaps the Capital students are ill-suited to be mentoring tributes.” the Dean cut in. “Perhaps the game's time has passed.”

“Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too.” Coryo let out, making everyone look at him.

“Coryo?” Y/N whispered, clutching onto his hand. “What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” he whispered back, putting his free hand on hers. “Maybe Sejanus is onto something here. Maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings. I mean, you saw those kids in the zoo, they just… they just wanted to know Lucy Gray. If we need people to watch, we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the Games.”

“To make the stakes personal.” Y/N chimed in, understanding where her boyfriend is coming from. “Who will watch the games if they care what happens to the tributes?”

“Everyone,” Coryo answered. “If they thought the tribute they cared about had a chance at winning. People need someone to root for.”

“And someone to root against.” Y/N finished. “We need them to invest.”

“And if we bend a few Capital laws,” Coryo cut back in. “We could even have them place bets. Look I, we know that Lucy Gray may not win in the arena, but if we give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth Prize that she can win people’s attention.”

“I’d like you two to write a proposal of these thoughts tonight, Mr. Snow, Miss. Crane.” Dr. Gaul smiled.

“Wait!” Clemmie called, standing up. “You mean you might actually use these ideas?”

“If it’ll help the ratings, why not?”

“Coriolanus and I are class partners, Dr. Gaul.” Clemmie stated. “We do all of our assignments together.”

“It’ll be an interesting test.” Dr. Gaul laughed.

Y/N and Coryo got their lunch, and went to sit. They found a table with three seats and sat on the side with two. Y/N started to eat when she noticed that Coryo was wrapping his up.

“Coryo,” Y/N let out. “Let me be the one to give them my food. Please.”

“Darling, you need to eat. Especially since you didn’t eat anything last night or this morning.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Love, you and I both know that’s not true. You need to eat, don’t think I didn’t notice you leaning on me more for support on the way here, or how pale your face is. Love, I’m not going to let you skip three meals in a row.”

“But Coryo-“

“No, let me do this, love, you eat.”

Y/N went to protest but was stopped by someone walking to the seat across from them.

“You trying to fatten that poor girl up so you can finally  start taking bets?” Sejanus asked, sitting down.

“You think they’ll give those kids a scrap if we don’t give them a reason to?” Coryo asked, while Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, taking small little nibbles at her food. “How do you think tribute will have a chance if he can’t eat?”

“He was my classmate. Back in 2.” Sejanus started. 

“It’s not your fault it’s him,” Y/N breathed.

“See, I know. I’m so blameless, I’m choking on it. My father bought him for me, you know, at the Reaping, just so he could show me that I could never go back to 2. But being Capital is gonna kill me.”

“So do something about it,” Coryo let out, wrapping an arm around Y/N.

“Quite the rebel.”

“Oh yeah. I’m bad news.” Coryo let out.

[wisteriadaydreams]

Could I have headcannons of Tanjiro x reader where Nezuko tries to get them together, like they don’t realize they have feelings for each other but Nezuko ships them anyway

MATCHMAKER EXTRAORDINAIRE

pairing: Kamado Tanjiro x gn!reader

genre: fluff, modern!AU

words: 2.1k

a/n: im finally back to finishing my requests after who knows how long!

As the newest student of Kimetsu Academy, you're understandably nervous on your first day. Questions about whether you can fit in, make new friends, get use to your classes and all the like swarm around in your head.

You've been assigned to the Tansu Class, and at first glance when you walk into the classroom, everything seems normal. Your homeroom teacher is the PE teacher, Tomioka Giyū, and all your classmates look friendly enou—is that guy shirtless?!

You step onto the podium while trying to keep your eyes off the strange guy with his shirt’s button all undone. Tomioka-sensei introduces you quickly before gesturing to you so you can talk more about yourself.

You can’t help but feel anxious when you see a bunch of eyes glued onto you, and you resist the urge to fidget with your fingers. Just then, you accidentally make eye contact with a boy with dark red hair who’s sitting near the front row.

He seems to have noticed how nervous you are, and to your confusion at the time, he gives you an encouraging smile and eyes that silently convey his message.

“You can do it.”

You go through your little speech with more ease after that. The class clap politely, and you silently let out a sigh of relief.

"All right, let's see where we should put you." Tomioka-sensei scans around the room for an empty seat, finally zeroing in on one place in particular. "There's an empty place next to Kamado. Kamado-san, raise your hand please!"

To your surprise, the arm of the boy with hair like red wine shoot through the air. Your teacher nods and gestures to the seat next to him. "You can go sit there, (L/N)-san."

As soon as you settle into your seat, you notice the boy next to you—Kamado—giving you a friendly smile and a nod in greeting. You can't help but smile back at him, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

You go through your first few classes, and finally it's time for the nerve-wracking time for many new students: lunch.

But before you could worry about where the cafeteria is or who you're gonna sit with, you hear your seat partner say your name.

"Hi, (L/N)-san. I'm Kamado Tanjirō, nice to meet you." "Ah, nice to meet you, Kamado-san." "Listen, if you don't mind, you can sit next to me and my friends at lunch." "Really?" "Yeah! I know it can be hard since you're new, so I want to help you. I-if you want to, of course."

If you could go back in time, the first thing you would do is thank Tomioka-sensei profusely for sitting you next to Tanjirō.

What began as a simple invitation to lunch quickly blossomed into a friendship, and you also get to meet his other friends as well.

There's Zenitsu, a boy with a heart as gold as his hair and as big as his screams whenever he gets chased around by Tomioka-sensei. You also find out that Inosuke, the shirtless guy, is also part of the group.

There's also Nezuko, Tanjirō's younger sister, who would sometimes sit with them at lunch and have the most adorable smile.

But even though you’re able to meet a lot of friendly and cool people (some quirkier than others), you still find yourself gravitating towards Tanjirō.

Perhaps it’s because he was the first one to talk to you. And also maybe it’s because during the entirety of that first week, he stuck beside you and helped you anyway he could. Don’t know where the lab is? Just follow him! Want to know where the best place to eat lunch is? He got you! Want to know which teachers to not piss off? Just ask him!

He even took the trouble to walk you back to your house to make sure you don’t get lost, and it just so happens that his house is in the same direction as yours. So it became normal for you, him, and Nezuko to walk to and from school together.

You become a regular at Kamado’s Bakery! Sometimes you go in the morning to buy some pastries, and often you would have study sessions with Tanjirō in the afternoon.

The kids absolutely adore you! They ask so many questions the first time you came. It came to a point that Tanjirō had to politely shoo them away before they could overwhelm you (especially when they ask if you’re dating him or not).

And there's merit to their question, too. It's hard not to notice how close you guys are. Tanjirō is friendly to everybody, but it just seems like he's extra considerate with you.

His eyes look for you in the crowd, he shares his lunch with you, and he even brings extra school supplies just in case you forget anything.

Some nights, Nezuko would see her older brother smile widely from ear to ear while texting on his phone.

"Who're you talking to?" "Oh, just (Y/N)."

She could tell right away that her brother harbored deeper feelings for you, but he’s just too oblivious to realize it. As a matter of fact, Tanjirō is liked by many people in the school, but he has always perceived their flirting as normal friendly behavior. 

It’s the first time that he took an interest in someone else, and Nezuko is glad that it was someone kind and caring and makes him happy.

She already knows what her brother thought about you (because he literally can’t shut up about you), so it’s time for her to gauge your thoughts toward him.

“(Y/N)-senpai, what do you think of onii-chan?” “Eh? Why the sudden question, Nezuko-chan?” “I’m just curious.”

You hum in thought. “Well, he’s a really good friend. He’s nice and sweet, and always willing to lend a helping hand. He helped me with homework last night even though I called him at such a late hour, did you know that? And he brought me some pastry today just because I offhandedly said I was craving some...”

And on and on you went.

“Soooooo, you like him then?” “Well yeah, I think it would be hard to find someone who doesn’t like Tanjirō.” “No, no, I’m asking if you like him more than a friend.” “...Like a best friend? I haven’t known him for too long, but I guess I do consider him my best friend.”

No. Absolutely not. Nezuko did not just endure your rant just to hear you say that. Is she going to do something about these two oblivious dorks? Of course!

She recruits Zenitsu, whose poor ears have to hear Tanjirō’s heart and yours pounding at the presence of the other on a daily basis. 

He reads shojō manga. I just know he does. So of course he immediately recognizes how the two of you felt. You two are in your little world sometimes, surrounded by sparkles and flying hearts and it’s honestly starting to make him sick a little.

But he wants to make his friend happy, and he’s not gonna pass on an opportunity to spend more time with his crush.

It began with excuses so that you and Tanjirō can spend lunchtime alone together (they had to drag a complaining Inosuke away). And then Zenitsu pulled some strings so that you both are doing classroom cleaning duty on the same day.

On one particular instance, it was pouring rain and you've somehow lost your umbrella, even though you remember bringing it that day. Tanjirō, being the kind boy that he is, offer to share his umbrella with you.

Due to the limited space, you had to stand quite close to him, almost shoulder to shoulder. It should be a simple walk home, but there’s something about being so close to him that makes you feel jittery. 

Is he always this tall? Has his hair always been such a brilliant color? He really does have soft features...and he kinda smells good...

You turn away in embarrassment, afraid of where your thoughts are taking you.

(Don't worry, the boy next to you is more or less also going through the same thing.)

Nezuko and Zenitsu have come up with many plans, but you two are just so *clenches fist* damn dense. Finally, they decide to put one of their biggest plans into action.

Nezuko managed to secure some really cheap amusement park tickets, and everyone agreed to go, aside from Inosuke who had a wrestling match that weekend.

“Hah?? What are you talking Monitsu, my match isn’t—” But before he could finish, he had been loudly interrupted with a hand to the mouth by said blonde boy.

It’s a beautiful Saturday, and you’re supposed to meet at the amusement park. But when you arrive at the meeting place, there’s only you and Tanjirō.

“Um, where’s Nezuko?” “She was having really bad cramps this morning, so she can’t join us. Have you heard anything from Zenitsu?” “Apparently he got food poisoning from last night’s dinner.” “...So it’s just the two of us?”

It’s okay, you can do this. You’ve hung out alone with Tanjirō before, this time shouldn’t be anything different. So then why are your hands shaking just a little bit at the thought of spending time alone with him? His reassuring smile should make you feel better, but it just inexplicably makes your stomach do flips inside.

It took a few rides, but you finally are able to relax around him. There’s the carousel ride, and then you both screamed side by side on the rollercoaster. You held onto each other while the world spins around you after the teacup ride. You made funny faces in the mirror maze, and you unknowingly clung to his arm as you went through the haunted house.

You drop it like it scalded you once you realized what you’ve done, apologizing quicker than your brain could supply you with words, even when he told you that he didn’t mind at all (was that a blush you see on his face?)

You decide to cast it out of your mind, the sudden hunger that made your stomach growl becoming more important After feasting on overpriced park food, you walk together with soft-serve ice cream in your hands, laughing and joking around.

One of your arms is looped around his, and as you watched him throw his head back in laughter at one of your stories—his smile radiant as the sun—you have an inkling that this doesn’t feel like any other time you’ve hung out with him. The intimacy, the jittery nervousness that you feel, the unacknowledged spark in the air, the strange yet familiar feeling blooming in your chest that you couldn’t put a name to...

If you don’t know any better, you may even say that this feels like a date...

You mind screech to a halt at the very thought, effectively making you stop in real life as well.

What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” “N-nothing! Nothing’s wrong!” You wave the thought away and quickly drag him to another ride to distract yourself.

As the sun slowly makes its way down the horizon, it’s the perfect time to go on the Ferris wheel. You two sit on opposite side of each other, eyes glued to the window as your cabin goes higher and higher. Hues and pigments of orange and pink seep into the sky as if it is a fabric under the hands of a skilled artisan. The world peacefully transitions to the golden hour, a fleeting time when everything becomes a little more tranquil.

You watch the town from above, spotting places that have become familiar to you, watching as little glimpses of different lives appear before you.

And then you turn around—as if a voice had told you to do so—to see Tanjirō being cast in a soft glow from the setting sun, his burgundy hair turning a rich color like red silk, and his eyes are bright and full of wonder. He looks like a painting come to life, created with gentle and loving strokes that evokes a sense of safety and peace to whoever looks at him.

In that moment, something clicks into place, the name for that unknown feeling in your chest burst onto your tongue like fireworks, illuminating you for a second and quickly throwing you into the darkness when they fizzle out and left you feeling dizzy.

That night, you text Nezuko with trembling fingers.

“Nezuko-chan, I think I like Tanjirō. What should I do????”

In another part of town, Zenitsu also received a message.

“Zenitsu, I think I like (Y/N) as more than a friend. What do I do?? I’ve never felt this way before!”

The two matchmakers can’t help but smile in exasperation. You two better treat them to a meal after this is done.

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[hammerbonk]

Hi I’m gonna take a random person from each prsk shuffle au unit and tell you what their deal is. 3 2 1 go

(Also i think its worth mentioning that a lot of whats under the break will probably get retconned in the future) OK NOW 321 GO

An Shiraishi - The Rabbit Hole

Still saw RAD WEEKEND, which inspired her to get into music and aspire to surpass it

Started out in the street music scene like in canon, but was discouraged by everyone comparing her to her dad/accusing her of using her dad’s fame as a stepping stool

She then decided that she’ll surpass RAD WEEKEND another way - (musical) theatre!

While on disciplinary committee duties, she was telling off Rui for doing Rui things when she caught sight of a script for a play he was working on

Was immediately like ‘Dude. You. Me. Theatre troupe.’ And he was like ‘aight’

It took them a looong time to get more people

Were on the literal brink of giving up when Mafuyu and Shizuku joined (i just realised that this is just a THR backstory loredump whoopsie 💀)

Shiho Hinomori - Black/Clover

Never reconciled with the rest of leo/need :(

Became more and more of an outcast to the point of borderline delinquency

Worked part-time at a live house on Vivid Street (not sure if I should make it Weekend Garage) and stood in as a bass player/vocalist occasionally

Akito saw her perform one night and was like ‘holy shit she’s good’

They got talking and connected over their passion for music and strong work ethic

He told her about RAD WEEKEND and how he wants to surpass it and she was like ‘sweet. Can i join’

So they became a duo (name tba) then mizu and minori join yada yada yadaa

Saki Tenma - SUGARSMILE

Like Shiho, never reconciled with leo/need after getting out from the hospital :(

Still was determined to make the most of her high school days, so when Emu offered her to become an idol group with her she eagerly accepted

The first person to join Emu in the unit

Her chronic illness is still a pain in the ass for her when she’s practicing sometimes, but she doesn’t let that stop her

Until it does

Yeah i can imagine her combined passion for music and her determination to make up for lost time leads to a lot of incidents of her overworking herself

Haruka Kiritani - BREAKAWAY

After the whole ASRUN shitshow, she stepped away from the idol industry like in canon

Didn’t feel like completely separating herself from music though so she uploaded covers and a few original songs here and there under an alias online

Not sure if I want her to have joined the group through Kanade or Ichika but let’s go with the latter for now

Ichika, who’s still her classmate like in canon stumbled across her account and was like ‘hey wait i recognise that voice’

So one day Ichika came up to her after class and was like ‘hey ummm do u wanna make music online with me and these other people’

Or maybe they become buddies online and dont realise each other’s identities until later that would be funny

I think she’d be the last person to join the unit

Ena Shinonome - Sunset Days

Started off as an artist that uploaded her stuff to social media but also did streams on the side

To her frustration, her streams became more popular than her art

She mainly played the same game(s?) as Nene, so one day they got talking and became friends

Nene offered Ena to be her thumbnail artist, which she accepted

Ena then got Honami into the game and then Honami introduced Tsukasa to the game

The game? League of Legends (/j/j/j)

Probably the last person to agree to Tsukasa’s idea of doing singing as a proper group

[emiehhsstuff]

HIGH & LOW: THE WORST SERIES

HANAOKA FUJIO X OC

CHAPTER 6: BAND AIDS

"Seriously? I'm surprised the old man agreed."

Yasushi stated while the girl was smiling widely in joy. 

"It took a lot of convincing, but he eventually agreed. Also, Granny did approve and so I already handed my transfer papers to Midori Gakuen. I'm starting tomorrow."

It had only been a week and a half of her supposedly temporary visit when Rikki announced that she'll be living with her brother for real this time. Currently, Yasushi and Kiyoshi have been helping her with her things to and settle in their apartment. Although unexpected, Yasushi didn't dislike the fact and is actually happy to be with his sister again. He just wouldn't admit it.

With a cheerful demeanor, she started to cook their dinner while Yasushi decided to take a short nap while waiting for the food, feeling exhausted after carrying his sister's belongings towards their apartment. Kiyoshi had already left earlier when his mother called him for an errand to run. 

...

"Hi everyone! I'm Nishikawa Rikki, please take care of me!"

Upon introducing herself, her new classmates greeted her with warm welcomes to which she was grateful for and took a seat by the window, not noticing the set of eyes staring intensely towards her direction. Surprisingly, a lot of them were friendly towards her, and she even managed to make friends, especially with an energetic girl named Kirisame Mio who surprisingly had the same interest of cooking like her.

They managed to get to know each other more as the day goes by and only separated when school was over since their direction home was opposite of each other. The good thing was Midori Gakuen is just a walking distance from their apartment that Rikki didn't need to take the bus, and so she walked home, thinking about what to cook for dinner when she bumped into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh? Ri-chan!!"

Hearing a familiar voice, she looked up to witness Fujio with his usual bright smile. She's been suspiciously bumping into him more often in the streets, but she didn't dislike it. Greeting the teen, her attention was caught with the fact that his face was covered in dirt and the side of his lip was bruised. Seeing his state, concern came into her. 

"Fujio! Are you okay? You have bruises on your face."

Looking away shyly, Fujio nodded with an awkward chuckle. Actually, he just had a short altercation just a few minutes ago when a group of smug looking guys had decided to mess with him but of course, they were all beaten to a pulp, although one was lucky enough to land a punch to his face and they actually rolled in the dirt which explains why he looked like a lost puppy in his state.

"Ah, just a scratch. I'm fine though! Anyway, it's nice to see you again, Ri-chan!"

"You know, it's not good to always get into fights. Here, come with me."

Her instinct to treat the injured had taken over and without a warning, Rikki took Fujio by surprise when she grabbed a hold of his wrist and headed into the direction of the convenience store where Fujio was initially headed to get some band aids and maybe some cup ramen since he is pretty hungry at this point, but it seems Rikki beat him to it. Unconsciously, he just stared at the girl in wonder while she scans the aisle for band aids and alcohol pads, not noticing the small smile he let out in the process. He only snapped out of it when Rikki again gently dragged him to sit by the bench outside of the store and asked for his permission so she can clean his wounds to which he slowly nodded, too entranced at her display of kindness.

"Here. That should do it. They ran out of the normal one's, and this yellow one is pretty cute. I hope you don't mind."

With a heartful laugh from her, Fujio didn't notice the yellow-colored duck designed band aid that she placed beside the side of his lip and on his left cheek. Too star struck at the girl and only managed to snap out of it in embarrassment when his stomach grumbled. The girl was also silent at first before laughing at him again.

"Sorry. I guess I'm hungry..."

He shyly stated while looking away. But hearing the girl laugh, he couldn't help but find her attractive, especially when she had a gentle touch to her, just like when she cleaned his wounds. He couldn't forget how light her hands were---

"Eh?! Sorry, I made you clean my wounds!"

For the third time, Rikki was again amused at how occupied he can be. She may look dense and has no sense of danger most of the times, but she is pretty observant. Besides, Fujio is pretty fun to tease, she learned that today when he easily blushes at his somewhat awkward ministrations. She couldn't help but question his brother's words when he would always ramble as to how shameless Fujio can be. The Fujio she is facing right now looks so timid and shy that it amuses her.

"It's okay. Actually, I'm used to cleaning wounds, especially from fights. Having a brother who always fights in a daily basis, you get used to it. At this point, I might even consider entering the medical field in the future with how much I get to witness wounds and treat them on a daily basis!"

"Then, you'd make a great doctor, I'm sure of it!"

"You think so?!"

"Yeah! If that happens, I'll run to you every moment I get injured!"

"Uh, I don't think that it is reassuring. Please don't get injured."

Without realizing it, the two had become comfortable with each other and Fujio went back to his usual jovial self, smiling and joking with the girl to which it really made her burst out in laughter with all his jokes and humor. The two not realizing how time went by and it got darker and darker, only when Rikki had sneezed that the two had realized the time and Fujio had noticed how she is lightly shivering with the cold. Both had decided to eat inside the convenience store earlier and now it was dark. 

"Here, take my jacket. Sorry, it's kind of dirty but it'll do."

Fujio offered his gakuran towards the shivering girl to which she didn't get to protest when the teen had already placed it on her, so she just thanked the ravenette. His kind gesture caught her attention which made her smile unconsciously when she suddenly remembered something and fished out her phone from her bag.

Rikki checked her phone and it actually had ten missed calls from Yasushi and four from Kiyoshi which made her panic. She forgot that she had turned her phone into silent mode just earlier.

"It got so late. Sorry Ri-chan! I held you back for too long!"

Fujio apologized and Rikki just shrug it off with a smile. 

"It's fine. Besides, I had fun. Let's hang out sometime again, okay?"

"Sure! I'll bring Tsukasa too if that's fine with you!"

"Really?! Then I'll be looking forward to it!"

The two had exchanged numbers and of course, Fujio insisted to accompany her home since he was mainly the reason why she got home late and despite her protests, in the end, she agreed. She had also called her brother back to which earned her a line of nagging and it was a close call since Yasushi was about to run the town over, looking for her. Thankfully, she calmed her brother down, although he sounded serious when he heard Fujio's name and that he is with her. He eventually ended the call in a serious notion of "Get home safe." which confused the girl, but Fujio could sense it.

"What's his problem?"

Fujio just chuckled, totally understanding what made Yasushi turn serious. Of course, if your sister is walking home at night with a delinquent like him, who wouldn't worry? Fujio can already see how the sibling's relationship works. Yasushi is indeed a big brother who's protective of his sister. 

He could already feel a fist aiming towards his face the moment he steps into Oya High in the morning.

...

And he wasn't wrong. 

"I told you we just became friends!"

"If you have any evil intentions towards her, I'll kill you!"

Upon arriving at their usual hang out, which is basically the rooftop, Tsukasa was greeted by an angry Yasushi and a scared looking Fujio who is currently raising his hands in the air like someone who is surrendering to a cop. He raised his brow at the sight.

"The hell is going on?"

Jamuo rushed to Tsukasa's side and explained everything in a mixture of panic and amusement.

Apparently, Yasushi had lunged at Fujio the moment he came which surprised the others who were present, mainly Nakagoshi, Tsuji, Shibaman, and even Todoroki, and also Jamuo and some of their buddies from Fujio and Tsukasa's Faction. Yasushi may be fight-crazed but his aura seemed kind of off which Todoroki had noticed. It wasn't just the usual playful fight that he would usually initiate. 

What intrigued them more was the reason of Yasushi's irritation. It was because of what happened between Fujio and his sister last night. He apparently didn't like that the two had known each other, thinking that Fujio might do something to his sister to which some of them didn't even think that Fujio would do something like hurting a girl. Nakagoshi even attempted to argue but Fujio stopped him. 

"Yasushi! That's enough. As much as I hate to admit it, you know yourself he can be trusted. Besides, Rikki would be really hurt if you keep driving everyone away from her."

Despite Kiyoshi lowering his voice into a whisper when he approached to stop his partner, Todoroki, who is the closest to the two had barely heard it, but he did. It made him raise a brow but decided not to interfere, besides, it isn't his business anyway. Although, he was a bit intrigued about Nishikawa Rikki, it seemed like there is more to her than meets the eye. The sole girl who entered Oya High without fear. 

Yasushi seemed to calm down and after some time, he's gone back to his usual self and the tension earlier had dissolved like there never was in the first place. Fujio then again mentioned how he wanted to hang out with Rikki again together with the others sometime much to Yasushi's irritation and refusal, but the others were also intrigued that they insisted to meet the girl too. In the end, Yasushi, deep inside, already trusted Fujio and the others although he would never admit it. Over his dead body.

In the midst of laughter, Jamuo couldn't even help but to point out how cute Fujio's yellow and duck designed band aids were that everyone agreed and teased the teen to which he suddenly remembered how he didn't notice it at first, or more likely he spaced out, when Rikki placed them on his face. He only knew of it when he went home, and despite the standout design and color, Fujio still wore the remaining band aids that Rikki got for him knowing how he might get teased for it later. It was actually Yasushi who instantly knew who gave him the band aids upon noticing the design because Rikki does love to use cute-designed band aids on him even with his protests and knowing how the two were together last night, it isn't impossible that it was Rikki who treated Fujio. This is because the girl has the instincts to treat the injured, no matter who they are to which Yasushi would always scold her for it because they might take advantage of her kindness. 

[ahiru-k]

Kokichi with an GN S/O more dominant/chaotic than him (Ultimate Chaos Ruler)

Warnings: NSFW themes, dark language

Before you came around, everything was sooo boring! Ok, maybe thats an over exaggeration. With his friends like Kiiboy and Miu around, he could entertain himself for the day just fine.

But it was starting to get boring, stale..he needed something to entertain himself for s long period of time or he would get restless at school.

So when one day, a new ultimate student came around, he finally had something to look forward to at school!

He would spend almost all day talking to the same people he would hang out with about the “new student in class” and how they should get ready to have their head teased clean off them.

Little did he knew what he was getting himself into, because when you actually arrived, it was him who was nearly swept off his feet. Ultimate Chaos Ruler?! Excuse me?!

He was intrigued, frustrated and attracted all at once. What? No you didn’t hear the second part.

The second after you introduced yourself, he jumped out his seat and shook your hand to say high, telling you that “Your talent is pretty cool and all, but you should know I’m the real leader around here!”

Some of his classmates rolled their eyes at that, giving you sympathetic looks that said “Sorry, he’s an asshole” but you weren’t having it.

You scoffed in his face, snatching your hand out of his and slapping him right in the face.

“You must be an absolute idiot to think that you could walk up to me and hold the Ultimate Chaos Leaders hand without asking before hand! Know your place zygote!” You huffed, strutting to your seat in the corner of the classroom.

Some people’s faces were slack jawed, including Kokichi’s, but what they didn’t know was that he was more in love with you than he had anyone else in his life right then and there.

Then, began the annoying.

“So do you have an organization too?” “Not exactly..” “Oh! So it’s a cult, like what Angie’s in?” “Who is Angie?? Ugh, stay back, you’re too close!”

People were getting so sick of you too during classes, it would rarely ever be quiet, save for Miu’s teasing.

“Ooo, the little shota’s got it down bad for Y/N! Just think about it! Two leaders fighting for dominance and—“ “SHUT UP, SLUT.”Both of you screamed.

Although she wasn’t far off from the truth, because over the months you two actually got to know each other, Kokichi just fell harder and harder for you. And you? Well, you were in denial the whole way.

“Argh, what’s wrong with me?!” You hissed to yourself. Shuichi tilted his head, smiling nervously, “What do you mean Y/N?”

“I mean Kokichi!” “What about him?..” “He’s being, arghh..him!!”

You struggled to put your words together, failing to understand why he was digging into the closest parts of your heart.

“Y/N?..” Kaito chuckled. “What…” “Have you ever thought that you, I dunno like him?”

Ooo, you were furious, like you could ever love scum like him! …Could you?

You both pondered on it for the next few days, until one day in an empty hall where you two were talking, things escalated.

“All I’m saying is, someone as puny and tiny as you could never cause more chaos that wouldn’t hurt a fly~” Kokichi snickered.

“Oh yeah?” You challenged him, “Ever heard of the time I took down a whole skating ring with a cow and a match stick?”

He cackled, “As if you could ever do something like that, they probably asked where your parents were when you showed up—“ His banter was cut off with a gasp as he was pushed down onto some poor lockers by your hands.

This position was a bit more than suggested, your kabedon almost immediately making his knees buckle and plop down on the floor, you gaze and stature following with him.

You had had enough of all his bitching, so you sharpened your gaze and leaned in, “Wanna say that again?”

He was speechless, and unsuprisingly so. Hid face was a lovely red, and all too pretty…no!All would be reduced to ashes at the Chaos Rulers gaze! But what you didn’t account for, is the sudden feeling of something poking your leg…

“Ahh!” You screamed, getting up to see exactly what you feared, a boner. He’d gotten hard only by you cornering him against the wall..and it was kinda hot..

But it got worse, as you both heard someone gasp from the end of the hall, only to see Tsumugi with a surprised face that morphed into a devilish smile.

“Tsumugi.” You stated matter of factly, you’ve been here long enough just to know what she’d do. “Dont you dare..”

Luckily, she took the hint and sighed, looking to the side solemnly with both her hands clasped together, “Fine..” she moped. “But if you don’t confess to each other in the next two weeks I’m spilling it!”

She ran away too fast for you to make any negotiations, screaming she’d write a “fanfic” about this later, what the hell is that?

Anyway, you shook your head and sighed, looking to see Kokichi’s baffled face, but no one was there.

“Huh..” you thought “Confess to him in the next two weeks..” You sighed to yourself again. Putting your hands in your pockets and walking off with a huff.

Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing…

[marblesphere]

Gojo Satoru x Reader (High School AU)

Something I wrote few months back. Happy reading!!

!!Warning!! Angst, a little of suicidal thought, suggestive theme

As an introvert and loner, I don't have many close friends. My own circle of dear friends are not here but in another city. Yep, I have moved away from my hometown for a various of reasons. Of course we are still in contact with each other. Every vacation will be spent with them. 

 I didn't mind being a loner in class. Not quite a loner, maybe more like I just keep them at arm length. I talk when needed, maybe about our school projects. In short, I didn't talk more than needed. Maybe that's why I have classmates but didn't have friends. Because being into anime/manga/games is considered childish by them. Well, middle school is the age where you wanted to act like an adult but actually was funny to adults themselves. That’s why I don’t bother trying to integrate myself into their circles.

 I thought I will spend three years of middle school alone, I have spent the half of the first year alone just fine. 2 more years are no different. But one day, I meet a classmate with the same hobby. She is quite invested in manga. From then on we started to talk about our hobby and she also introduced me into her circles of friend with the same hobby. So, on my second year of middle school, I made friends.

 Sadly, people change, or maybe they grow up. Unlike me who is still invested in my hobbies, they are now more or less over it. The usual gathering that filled with who is the most handsome protagonist become the newest brand of make-up I want to buy. Well, I don’t mind it, in fact I can keep up with them, due someone from my circle of friends also invested in fashion hobbies. Usually, she will call me and talk about which one she should buy. Even though the topic has changed, I really don’t mind at all. I am glad I can help them a little in their hobby.

 But in my second year. Just few months after first term, something changed. I am getting more stares from schoolmates. Even though I don’t really know exactly why made them so. When I entered my class, my classmates are observing my every movement. When I look at them, they started talking to each other, pretending not paying attention to me. but I can still see them glancing at me every now and then. I was curious, but before I could ask them what’s wrong. The usual class bullies gather around me.

 “What?”

 “Hisaki-san. I heard you like anime.” They grinned evilly.

 “What’s wrong with that?”

 “And I heard you even have a crush on a fictional boy.” He laughed. “I mean, who in their right mind will fall in love with a cartoon? Hahahaha, so stupid.” The rest of the class agreed too, they let out small giggles and jeers.

 “At least they didn’t have a shitty personality like you.” I said.

 “Hahahaha!” They laughed harder. “Shitty personality like me? He is not even real. Come on! You can call your fictional boyfriend to beat me up!” He taunted. His statement incited another round of laughter from the class. From that day on, the bullies will start teasing me, but since I report it to principal, they got suspended and stopped. Not many people know my hobby is, since I always keep to myself, except my friends I made here. Of course, I don’t want to suspect them. I didn’t think they are this kind of people.

 Until the truth hit me in the face. “I never thought they will get suspended.” Tachibana Yuriko said.

 “Well, it’s their own fault. They took it too far.” Tanaka Aiko rolled her eyes, sipping her drink.

 “Hahaha! We did tell them that that loner likes anime and even has a crush on the character.” Takeda Sayuri giggled. “I mean, anime’s boys are cool and all, but they are still unreal. To have a crush on that is creepy. Does she think she will get married with them?” She said disdainfully.

 “Yes. Even I didn’t do that.” Kurokawa Mayuko agreed.

 “Of course, you like Tadashi-kun after all. But who would have thought he didn’t have eyes. How could he likes that loner. Of course hearing that, we couldn’t sit still.” Tanaka Aiko grumbled.

 “Yes. I told him that loner is just an anime otaku. And I tell those clowns to tease her.” Tachibana Yuriko nodded.

 “She even writes stories about those anime people. I am sure she is not normal. Unbelievable.” Takeda Sayuri shook her head.

 “Whatever it is. Did you see how his face was like when we told her that loner is an otaku? It’s like he swallowed a fly. So funny.” They laughed at that.

 “Besides, I invite her to our group to make sure she didn’t tell other people about us liking manga and anime back then. But now, since we are over it, why so we still need to keep her around?” Tanaka Aiko snorted.

 “So mean.” They said in unison and broke into laughter again.

 "Is this… the bad moment when you realize your friends are actually bullies?" I looked at my so-called friends. The four of them are having fun talking and joking at each other. Sitting only 3 tables away from me. 

 Earlier they told me they have canceled their plan. Claiming one of them is unable to attend. Now I see that was not the case. They just don't want me to tag along. I was never considered a friend to them. “I see. I fully understood now.”

 The opportunity to start afresh was not far. My family decided to move back to Tokyo after in summer holiday. Of course I am moving back too.

 I choose the same school as my friends. The school is one of most prestigious private school in Tokyo. Fortunately, I excel at academics, so entering this school is not as hard as they made it to be. And they have escalator system, so we don’t need to study for the nightmare we call entrance exam. I meet up with my close friends in this school again. Even more so, all of them are in my class. Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, and Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Tsumiki is one year older than us. We have kept in contact so they knew what happened to me in the middle school.

 In this school, I don’t think I will ever make new friends again. considering the scar they left prior transferring here. I am really grateful to my friends, they are not repulsed by my strange hobby. Well, according to them, me liking anime/manga/games is just the same as Yuuji liking Jennifer Lopez. And me liking an anime character is just the same as Yuuji liking Jennifer Lopez. At least they agreed the characters in the anime didn’t have a shitty personality like them.

 Anyway, through them, I meet senpais a year above us. Maki, Toge and Panda. Yuuji seems to have a connection with our middle school student council president, Nanamin. After mingling with Nanamin, I met two years above senpais. At that time, they were 1st year of high school. Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. 

 They welcomed me like I am already their old friend. Apparently, they heard me from Nobara and the others. They have been dying to meet me, but Megumi and Nobara refused for fear Satoru was going to corrupt me. All in all, they are glad my current friends have someone sane in their circle.

 At first, Satoru and I are too contrasting with each other, all of them(including Satoru) thought it was so funny. Satoru is an extrovert while I am an introvert. He liked to tease me and joke around. Most of the time I didn't get the joke and ended up answering seriously. Somehow, we ended up together 2 years ago. Maybe it began from that day. At that time, Satoru was busy telling them the latest Digimon’s episode which was ignored, but he kept making mistake. So, I unconsciously kept correcting him. In the end, I was the one who tell them the whole story.

 “…That’s how it goes.” I nodded, satisfied. The silence on the rooftop finally sinks into my mind. “…sorry…” I shrank smaller, awaiting for their jeers and sneers. Tears have started pooling in the corner of my eyes. ‘Stupid [Name]! you should keep your hobby to yourself!!’

 “Does Digimon is always this kind of deep story?” Suguru blinked.

 “What?! Of course it is. I keep telling you to watch it.” Satoru complained to his best friend.

 “Eh? The way you told us the story is shitty. You jumped around and missing some important details. You should learn from [Name]-chan. The way she told us the stories is really nice and engaging. Now, I am kind of want to watch Digimon.” Suguru grinned and winked at me.

 “Indeed. I also have never thought I will be itching to watch Digimon now.” Even Nanamin agreed.

 “[Name]’s story telling ability is always mysterious. Even though the anime itself is not that great, but when [Name] is the one telling it. That sounds like it’s worth watching.” Megumi suddenly spoke up.

 “I…I am not…that great…” I mumbled, bowing my head so they won’t see the blush.

 “Then it’s question time!!” Satoru yelled out loud, causing the others to sigh. He the proceed to play 100 questions about Digimon. We got a lot closer after that day. Satoru, more often than not showed up unannounced at my house and proceeded to drag me to movie watching or arcade, sometimes shopping.

 And when I finally confessed to him, I was met with Satoru’s confused look. “Aren’t we already dating each other?” He blinked as he titled his head.

 “Eh? Since when?” I blurted out.

 “I asked you out a year ago.” He replied.

 “Eh?”

 “[Name]-chan, let’s go out.” Satoru looked at me unusually serious.

 “Oh, okay. When will we meet?” I smiled at him.

 “I thought you asked for hangout.” I blushed in my own embarrassment. “No wonder… no wonder you looked so serious that time.” I murmured. And all of his unusually sweet gestures made sense. “Sorry… I…” ‘I was the worst. It took me a year to realize this. No, I won’t even realized this if he didn’t say it. Ah, he might hate me now.’

 “Sorry, I… I will go home today…” I bowed, ashamed to even look at him now.

 “No.” My hand was grabbed and I was pulled back.

 “Satoru…?” I blinked when I felt his hands wrapped around me and his head atop mine.

 “I…kinda know that you didn’t catch it. But I didn’t clarify it.”

 “Why?”

 “Because I don’t want to hear you say the feeling is not mutual.” He mumbled. “That’s why I let it be, while I was trying hard to make you fall in love with me.”

 “…You did…”

 “Mhmhm…” He nodded. “I like you, [Name]-chan.”

 “The feeling is mutual.” I smiled.

 “Good! Now, let’s continue with the date!” He cheered.

 “Ah! Let me reapply my make up first.”

 “[Name]-chan is plenty cute already.” He whined. “I will be in trouble if you look cuter than you already were. It was hard to keep those wolves away. I was glad that the rumor about me being your boyfriend was enough to keep them at bay.” He pouted.

 “But… I want to look cute for you.” I mumbled.

 “…You are not fair, [Name]-chan. When you said it like that and with that face no less, there’s no way I can refuse.” He turned around, refusing to look at me, but his red ears gave him away. ~”~

 I thought I won't meet my former classmates anymore but lo and behold. They somehow transferred to our school. Yep, the four of them. Our school is quite prestigious. Usually, you need good grades or are scouted by the school.

 "Today, we have new classmates. Introduce yourselves." Sensei said.

 Kurokawa Mayuko, Tachibana Yuriko, Tanaka Aiko, Takeda Sayuri. Those are their names. They seemed surprised when they saw me. I just smile and nod politely to them.

"Do you know them?" Nobara nudged my elbow.

"Were middle school classmates." I answered.

"Heee…."

At lunch they were crowded by students. This is what happened to each transfer student. "[Name], Nobara, Yuuji, Megumi~" Maki called our names.

"Yes. We are coming, Maki-san." Nobara answered quickly. We eat lunch at our usual spot in the rooftop, of course with Nanamin too.

"Your class has 4 transfer students?" Maki cocked her eyebrow.

"Yes. They were my classmates in middle school." I answered.

"You don't seem to be happy to be reunited with them." Nanamin pointed out.

"Well, we didn't exactly part in a good term." I smiled wryly and thus I told them how I found out I was unwanted friend.

"I see. In short, you are dumped." Maki summed it up.

"It can be said like that." I laughed.

"Oi, Maki. You can't just say it like that. You are just as bad as Satoru." Panda chided.

"Wha! Don't lump me together with him!" Maki raged.

"Maki is not wrong though. Maybe they pitied me because I was a loner, and just tried to talk to me. Who would have thought I was attached to them. Back then, I was hurt. But now, well let bygone be bygones. We are just middle school classmates, nothing more and nothing less." I said.

"I don't think you will ever be lonely again." Nobara rolled her eyes.

"Not when you have annoying stick man as your boyfriend." Maki nodded in agreement.

"That nickname is always funny." Toge commented. Annoying stick man is my first impression of Satoru. They asked me what was my first impression of him and I blurted this out. They were stunned and then broke into a fit of laughter. Usually, most of people will say he is good looking and his personality could be better. No one will explicitly told hims straightforwardly he is annoying, not to mention stick man.

"We found them!" The rooftop door burst opened. The 4 classmates strolled in. "[Name]-chan, can we eat together?"

"...I have to go back to the student council. I still have some work left to do. You can enjoy yourselves." Nanamin said.

"Ah! I have to help Nanamin too." Yuuji followed. "Fushiguro, you come help me too."

"Well, I don't have anything to do." Megumi shrugged.

"Nobara, you help me with my work." Maki called for the younger girl.

"Of course, Maki-san."

"Toge, Yotsuba-sensei told me he needs help distributing material." Panda started.

"Okay." He nodded. In the end, they all left one after another.

"I have also finished eating. Enjoy yourselves." I smiled and excused myself. ~"~

I thought I have made this clear, but I miscalculated their persistence. Until one day, they caught me alone. "[Name]-chan, do you hate us?" The 4 of them cornered me in an empty classroom.

"Hate? Why would I hate you?" I blinked.

"You always decline our invitations." Aiko pouted.

"I just think it's better for you all to enjoy yourselves without me hindering you."

"You are our best friend." Mayuko frowned.

"Were we?" I smiled. "Whether we were or not, I think you all know it in your heart. To me, you are just my middle school classmates now."

Shock painted their faces. They must have not thought I would say this to their faces. And as I thought, the next day some rumor spread about me. They say I was a heartless friend who abandoned old for new.

"They work quickly." Maki cocked her brows.

"They really held a grudge against you." Nobara clicked her tongue.

"What should we do? Shouldn't we clarify?" Yuuji frowned.

"There's no need. The more we try to clarify the nastier it will become." Megumi said.

"Yes. Let's just ignore them. For me, as long as you all believe me. I am fine." I smiled.

"Have you told Satoru?" Panda asked.

"No. I think there's no need." I shook my head.

"Well, as long as they don't try something extreme. I guess it's fine." Toge spoke. ~"~

"...And so, his eyes are so blue, he is so handsome. I think I have never met someone as handsome as him." Mayuko giggled.

"You should have asked his number." Sayuri told her friend.

"Are you stupid? I don't even know him!" She argued.

"Hehehe. Is this so-called fall in love at a first sight?" Aiko teased.

"Our Mayuko has finally grown up. I think it's about time you moved on from your ex." Yuriko said.

I place my bag on my desk and pull out stationery and a notebook. "Ah, [Na]-Hisaki-san." Mayuko called.

"Yes? Is there anything I can help with?" I blinked.

"We are going eat together after school. Do you want to come?" Mayuko asked.

"Today? I am very sorry. I already have an appointment with another."

"Oh… Is that so?"

"Do you really have an appointment or just don't want to come with us? You can just say that clearly." Sayuri sneered.

"I really have an appointment though. It's up to you whether you want to believe or not." I tilted my head.

"[Name], about today's plan, you better tell Suguru and Shoko-san to bring their cars. Or else… what's wrong?" Nobara frowned.

"Nothing. Just a small misunderstanding. Nothing to worry about. Anyway, are 2 cars enough? Do we need Satoru's car?"

"We have 11 people. We refuse to see you two PDA-ing with each other in his car." Nobara gagged.

"Eeeehhhh? We don't do pda though." I sweatdropped.

"You think we are blind. That sunglasses bastard obviously is showing off his PDA every chance he got. Seriously, I really wonder how you actually put up with him."

"He is not that bad, I guess." I smiled wryly.

"Only you think like that. His personality is so shitty. We all know it." Nobara rolled her eyes.

"Maybe because [Name] is patient with him. I mean, no one is patient enough to deal with him." Yuuji interjected.

"Maybe [Name] was born to counter him." Megumi added.

"...why are we talking about this again?" I sweatdropped. The restaurant we are going to is opened by Yaga-sensei's acquaintance. Today is the soft opening. We are fortunate to be able to attend. By the time we arrived there, there are no other guests.

We eat as we talk about all sorts of things. Shoko and Suguru talk about interesting things that happened in their university. As for Satoru… it seems he is making feeding me is his first and foremost mission. "Satoru, you should eat too…" I sighed.

"Later… I need to feed [Name]-chan first." He grinned.

"I can eat by myself."

"I like to feed you."

"See, what did I tell you? This guy is showing off his PDA again." Nobara accused.

"He has been whining about not being able to see [Name]-chan every break." Suguru rolled his eyes.

"Overdramatic." Maki snorted.

"But [Name]-chan is just too cute. You see how adorable she is when chewing. And then when she is focusing-" I shoved whatever thing in my chopsticks to shut him up.

"Chew." I commanded. Satoru obediently chews the food in his mouth.

"Maybe Megumi was right about [Name] was born to counter him." Nobara sweatdropped.

"He practically only obeys [Name]'s order." Panda sighed. They then break into a fit of giggles.

The front door opened, signaling other guests for soft opening. Surprise surprise it was them, my middle school classmates. They are also surprised when they saw us. "Oh, you guys are eating here." Aiko smiled.

"Yes. The owner is our teacher's friend." I answered.

"I see. This owner here is Mayuko father's friend." Yuriko said. "Since we are here, should we eat together? The more the merrier."

"One Satoru is enough to liven up." Maki said. "Besides, we are already halfway done. It will be a hassle if you need to eat quickly." Maki opened her mouth. "Not to mention, we don't know you well."

"...I guess so…" Aiko gave us strained smile. Then they sit 1 table away of us.

"Then…" Suguru resumed his story to dissipate the awkward atmosphere. And Satoru resumes his feeding activity. Throughout the whole meal, I see that Mayuko kept glancing at our table from time to time. After our lively dinner, we made a detour to the usual dessert shop.

"Spill. Why did that girl keep looking for you?" Maki frowned.

"Don't tell me, she is your long-lost childhood sweetheart." Nobara glared accusingly.

"Does this mean you are cheating on [Name]?" Panda asked.

"Are you?" My lip curled downward.

"What? No! I will never cheat on [Name]-chan." Satoru defended himself. "I don't even know her, let alone talk to her."

"So, why did she look at you like you betrayed her or something?" Megumi narrowed his eyes.

"How should I know?! I didn't know her. [Name]-chan, trust me." He pleaded.

"Don't worry. I was only teasing you. I trust you." I smiled. Satoru smiles in relief.

"We did meet her few days ago." Suguru said.

"Where?" Toge inquired.

"When we were buying snacks at a convenience store. She bumped into Satoru."

"That's all?"

"That's all." Suguru nodded.

"Then this is…"

"The case of her having fallen in love at first sight." Shoko completed the unspoken sentence.

"Tsk. How annoying." Nobara clicked her tongue.

"I have no interest in women aside from [Name]-chan." Satoru spoke up.

"Really? You have to promise me." I shoved my pinky to him.

"Yep." He hooked his pinkie to mine and chanted the promise. ~"~

 "...Satoru…"

"What's wrong, [Name]-chan? You don't want to go home yet?" He grinned.

"...yeah… I don't want to go home… I want to stay with Satoru longer…" I mumbled.

"...let's go to my place, yeah?"

"Okay…" I nodded. Thus, the car changes direction to his house. Entering his house, Satoru throws his key to the coffee table haphazardly and quickly goes to his room. 'How weird. This is the nth time I have come to his house. And of course this is not the first time I have come as his girlfriend. Yet I am so nervous'

"[Name]-chan. You come and take a pick!" Satoru called.

"Okay." In the end I just choose a long sleeves sweater as a change of cloth. I have finished my bath and now nervously waiting for him. Waiting for him to do what? I am not sure myself.

"[Name]-chan, are you alright?" I was so surprised when I heard his voice right beside me. Satoru has been out of the shower for a while without me noticing.

"I am… Satoru…" I bit my lips and resolved myself. I wrap my hands around his neck to pull him closer. Lips touching in desperate manner.

"[Name]-cha-!" I didn't give him time to protest as I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, asserting dominance. My hands slip inside his sweater, roaming his sculptured muscle.

"Satoru…" I breathed his name. My hands went to the hem of my sweater and pulled it off.

"[Name]-chan!!" Satoru stopped me. "What are you doing?" He frowned.

"I…I… want Satoru…"

"...no… you don't want this." He shook his head. I was stunned, frozen in place. "I will take a breather first." Satoru left.

'Ah… I made him angry…' tears flowing down from my eyes. "Stupid [Name]." I hiccuped. 'Because my own insecurities, I force myself on him. Now, Satoru is angry… I am stupid…'

 I go back into his room, searching for my uniform. I found it inside the dirty laundry basket. Fortunately, it hasn't been washed, even if it's a bit wrinkled. It's okay, I am going home anyway. I quickly changed back to my uniform, go back to the living room and take my backpack and phone. I bit my lips and scribble a note to him hastily. Instead of going home like I intended to, I run and run and run away to I don't know where, until my lungs burnt from the lack of oxygen. I keep scolding myself in my mind.

Of course he doesn't want me. I am just…me. There's nothing special about me. My body shape is as average as it could be. My face is also average. Not pretty nor cute. Sometimes I even wonder how come someone so outstanding as him could like me. The only point I have is I am above average in academics. That's all. Someone with ugly appearance and heart like me doesn't qualify to be with him. '...it might be the best if I could just disappear…'

A bright light shines on me as I heard a frantic horn, a scream and tire screeching. ~"~

 Gojo sighs as he thinks about [Name]'s weird behavior. She isn't someone this reckless. Well, they did have hot make out few times and sometimes he also got frisky. But he held back. He wants [Name] to be completely sure before he does the deed. Even though he doesn't look like it. He only wanted to do it with someone he will take as his wife and of course with his partner's consent too. That person in his mind is absolutely his current and first girlfriend, [Name].

When [Name]-chan suddenly took initiative, he was elated. But when he saw her looked like could cry any second, his heart chilled. Did someone force her to do this? Why didn't she tell him? Is he that unreliable? Doesn't she trust him? All of those negative thoughts reel in his mind and he becomes upset. That's why he pushed her away.

He was going to cool down a little and then ask her what's wrong. But when he came back, [Name] was nowhere to be found. Only a small note on the coffee table, with a sorry scribbled hastily. His sweater was folded neatly on the sofa. "Damn it." He clicked his tongue. [Name] must be feeling guilty again. That girl somehow always blames herself in every situation, even if most of them are not her fault. This time… well, it's not (completely) her fault. He should have asked when she said she didn't want to go home.

Gojo pulls out his phone to call her. But no one answered. Worry begins to settle down in his heart. He grabs his house key and practically runs out searching for her. He keeps calling but no one answered. [Name] won't ignore him no matter how mad she is. The most she would do is accept his call but make no noise. Now, this type of new behavior really makes him uneasy. This time his phone rings, to his joy the caller is [Name].

"[Name]-chan, where are-"

"Hello." The voice from the other side is not someone he familiar with. "Hello, is this Hisaki [Name]-sama's family?"

"I am her boyfriend."

"I see. Can you please contact her parents to come to xxx hospital. Hisaki [Name]-sama is now in the hospital due to car accident."

"...what…?" His blood ran cold. [Name] was in a car accident. His hand slumps on his side and the phone falls down.

"Moshi moshi? Are you still there?" The nurse kept calling him. But his mind already flies out of his body. Car accident. Injury. Blood. Cold. Dead.

"No…" He whispered. "No…" He shook his head. "That can't be…" As if he finally snapped out from his struptor, he finally calls a cab. ~"~

 "Nurse-san… Is there any need to be hospitalized? It was only scratches on elbows and feet."

"You have to be hospitalized, young lady. You told me your hip was hit by the car. Your scan didn't show anything yet. That's why we have to make sure. You need to stay here today. If nothing happens, you will be discharged tomorrow. I can't contact your parents so, I have called your boyfriend just now." She said. I stiffened at the word boyfriend. 'Are we still together now?' I lowered my eyes.

"Nurse-san… my parents are out of the town at the moment, but I think it's better to just call my parents directly." I smiled, trying to convince her to give me my phone back.

"Hmm… Good enough. I also think it's better to call your parents." She pulled out my phone from her pocket and then the door suddenly burst open, revealing a messy Satoru. His usually fluffy hair now matted to forehead due to sweat. He is even panting like he has run a marathon.

"You are…"

"I am [Name]-chan's boyfriend. Where is she? Is she alright?" He asked quickly.

"Well…" Nurse-san stepped to the side a bit so he could see me. "She is not hurt that bad, but she was hit by the car on the hip. As a precaution we need her to stay for the night." She explained. But it seems like Satoru didn't hear what she said. His eyes are fixated on me.

"...I should leave you two alone first. No funny business, okay?" She warned and exited the room.

"Um…" The awkward atmosphere is too much for me to handle. I become nervous and start fidgeting.

"[Name]-chan…"

"...sorry…" I answered softly. "Sorry… for making you worried… and sorry… for forcing myself on you. Umm… I will be fine on my own here. So, you don't need to accom…Satoru…?" I blinked rapidly when I was suddenly enveloped in a tight hug.

"I am glad you are alright…." He whispered. His voice is raspy and shaky.

"...sorry…" I am ashamed of myself for making him worried like this.

"No need to apologize. It's not your fault." He murmured. "I am sorry for not asking you the moment you acted strange. Sorry, for pushing you away. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I…" I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I am not…upset… It's just… my own insecurities acting up… it's not your fault… It's all me…" I uttered softly.

"All the more it's my fault. I failed being your boyfriend the moment I let your insecurities acting up, hm." I can feel his smile back.

"Tell me. Tell me all about it. I want to know everything about you."

"What… what did you like about me?" I blurted out.

"..." Satoru blinked at the unexpected question.

"I mean… with your qualifications, getting someone better than me is not a problem. I am just a normal average girl, a boring girl with nothing except her above average in academics…."

"I see. I know what the problem is." He chuckled.

"Please don't laugh. I am going to cry because of embarrassment." I already felt tears pricking at the corner of my eyes. This is also one of the traits I hate about myself. I am an absolute crybaby.

"Ah. Sorry sorry. I didn't laugh at you. I was laughing at my own stupidity that failed to notice this." He quickly amended himself. "Well, as for your question… that actually I am best at. Listing my cute [Name]-chan's good points. Even if I have eternity, it won't be enough."

"Liar."

"I am not. Let's see. You look so cute when you are studying. And then when chewing food too. Ah, when you pout. And then when you tug my sleeve shyly. I can't get enough."

The effect of those words is spontaneous. My cheeks are getting warmer and warmer. "And then the melting face you have after I kissed you deep and hard." He whispered as he bit the shell of my ear.

The sudden action caught me off guard. I visibly jump, which is a bad move. A pain shot up from my hip. Seems like I finally feel the pain from the car crash. I am sure it will form ugly dark purple bruise tonight. I take a sharp breath due to the pain.

"[Name]-chan? Are you in pain? Where are you hurt? Let me see." Satoru fussed. "Is it your hip? Let me take a look."

I stiffen again. I remember how his frown directed to me when I forced myself on him. "Ah, it's okay if you don't want to. I won't force you."

"It…it's not that…" I mumbled. "Weren't you…repulsed by my body…?" I muttered the last part softly. God, I can feel my tears pooling again. 'Don't cry, crybaby. It's all my fault anyway.' I blink rapidly to hold back the tears.

"Who said I was repulsed?" Eyes widened, a bewildered expression on his face.

"I mean… when I was kind of forcing myself to you. You… frowned…and then didn't look at me…"

"...fuck…"

"So…sorry…" I tried to shrink smaller, silently pulling away from him.

"No, [Name]-chan. That wasn't directed to you." He ruffled his white tresses. Satoru takes a seat beside me. "Sorry. I should have told you that time. I wasn't repulsed by your body or you. I was ecstatic when you took initiative, but then you looked like you are going to cry any second. I was horrified. Then some annoying thoughts wormed their way into my mind… It made me a little upset. That's why I said I was going to cool myself down." He sighed.

"Annoying thoughts…? Such as…" I asked timidly.

"I thought you were coerced by someone to have sex with me. But why didn't you tell me at all? I was thinking that maybe you didn't find me reliable." He mumbled while tracing a circle on my hand with his thumb.

"Satoru is the best. You are so reliable… so much that I think I am so useless, since I can't do anything…."

"You are not useless. Don't humble yourself too much, [Name]-chan. You can do a lot of things I can't do."

"For example…"

"For example, cooking and baking. Or anything related to the kitchen. I can't do that even if you have taught me. Remember the cooking disaster in my home economics class. The teacher even went so far as to call for you to teach me." He chortled.

"I remember. The teacher was complaining how could you mistake salt to be flour." I giggled.

"They all look the same anyway." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I am glad you are finally laughing." He smiled.

"Ah…" I blinked twice before feeling familiar warmth seeped out from my cheeks.

"[Name], just existing, you are already soothing me. You smell like home." His large hand cupped my cheek as he leaned closer. As if being drawn, I also lean close to him, slowly closing my eyes.

"[NAME]!!!!" The door was opened forcefully. I flinch and bury my head on the crook of Satoru's neck, feeling utterly embarrassed.

"Can't you guys read the atmosphere?!" Satoru complained as his hand stroke my hair.

"We received a call from a nurse here saying [Name]-chan was in a car accident. Is she alright?" Suguru asked.

"I am fine." My voice was muffled by Satoru's shirt since he refused to let me go. "Just minor scratches."

"She is absolutely not fine. The car hit her hip. She is in pain now." Satoru informed them.

"It's not that bad." I forcefully pulled back, pouting at him.

"You were hissing in pain." He frowned.

"I… was not."

"Oh?" His thumb brushed over my hip, exactly where the bruise was and I hissed. "See…"

"Idiot [Name]. Just say hurt if it hurts. Besides, how did you get into an accident anyway? Didn't this sunglasses bastard take you home?" Maki frowned.

"Um…I kind of forced myself on Satoru… and then got upset by myself. And then I ran out by myself. And here I am…" I smiled sheepishly.

"...Are you sure Satoru was not the one who forced himself on you?" Megumi snorted.

"You don't need to cover for him. I will beat him up for you." Shoko added.

"I wasn't lying." I shook my head quickly. "Satoru… will never do that. He won't force himself on me! I think he doesn't even have the thought…*sobs*…" Tears flowed out on their own.

"[Name]-chan!!!" They gaped.

"Satoru, how dare you!"

"Wait! I didn't!"

"Does this mean I am not attractive enough?" I uttered gloomily. "I guess with this kind of body, it's to be expected…"

"No! [Name]-chan is always so cute and pretty and sexy that I almost can't keep my hand to myself." Satoru declared, earning a pointed looks from the others.

"You beast." They deadpanned.

"I am not. It's normal for me to be so attracted to [Name]-chan. She is the cutest, the prettiest, the most adorable creature on earth. I even think it's better to lock [Name]-chan up somewhere so no one will look at her."

"...[Name], this is the last chance for you to break up with him." Nobara said.

"What? No! [Name]-chan, I will be so lonely I could die." Satoru whined.

"Then please go die. It will save all of us from suffering." Nanamin replied drily.

"[Name]-chan~~~~ Nanamin was so cruel."

After confirming I was not hurt that bad and calling my parents to tell them my situation. They all go home, save for Satoru. He is busy ordering take out for us. His hand hasn't stopped clicking his phone. "[Name]-chan, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything delicious."

"Okay. Leave it all to me." In the end, Satoru stayed with me until the visitor hours ends. "I will call you later, okay?" He gave me a forehead kiss.

"Okay. Be careful."

"Of course." ~"~

 Next day, Satoru is the first one to visit. He definitely skipped his class. "Good morning, my cute [Name]-chan. You are still so cute. In fact, cuter than yesterday!" He hollered.

"There's no need to say it out loud." I puffed my cheeks.

"Of course I need to say it out loud. I will say your good points at least once a day. Until you finally believe you are really special." He grinned. Since he made up his mind, I can't change it anymore.

"...whatever…" I blushed slightly.

"Your blushing face is cute too."

"I thought you said once a day."

"At least once a day, dear." He winked.

"...I am hungry…"

"I know. I bought breakfast." He showed me the plastic bag in his hands. "I will feed you." He dragged a chair and sat beside me. "Fuuuhh." He blew the it before carefully gave it to me.

"I can eat myself."

"You are injured."

"Just small scratches.

"Still injuries nonetheless." In the end I can only obediently open my mouth to be fed.

"So cute."

"...don't say it anymore…" This blush is going to be a permanent resident on my cheeks.

Everyone comes and visits me after school, bringing worksheets and fruits. Suguru and Shoko came to scold Satoru for skipping. Since there's nothing wrong, except a big bruise on my hip, I am discharged today. For my safety, my parents told me to stay with Satoru, as he is more than capable of taking care of me.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling while watching tv. I was settled down in between his legs. This is one of his favorite positions actually. Munching sweets together and fall asleep like that. ~"~

 Next day, at school, many classmates were asking how I was. To which I answered I am fine. Mayuko, Aiko, Sayuri and Yuriko are also asking about my well-being. Except Mayuko didn't come only to ask that. "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"You… what's your relationship with that man?"

"That man?" I tilted my head. I know who she is talking about, but I just want to make sure.

"The white haired man with sunglasses…" She frowned.

"Ah, you mean him." I pretended to finally realise. "Our relationships… well, we are in a relationships."

"...no way…" She staggered back a few steps.

"Is that really surprising?"

"You mean he is your boyfriend?! Why didn't you tell us?!" Yuriko frowned.

"Why should I tell you about my private life? I don't have any habit of announcing my privacy to other people." I blinked.

"Still, we are friends."

"No." I shook my head. "We are just a mere acquaintance. We weren't friends from the start. I thank you that you talked to me because you think I was pitiful and then pretend to be friends. Thanks to you I now am capable of differentiating who should I prioritize."

"You!!!" Her face is red either from anger or from embarrassment.

"Hmph!! That boyfriend of yours won't be your boyfriend soon." Aiko sneered.

"A declaration to steal my boyfriend?" I tilted my head.

"That shit head won't become [Name]'s boyfriend? Impossible. Unless [Name] is the one who broke up with him."

"That's also useless, Maki-san. That annoying stick man will stick to [Name] like a leech. Even if he has to beg pathetically. As long as [Name] is happy. He will do it." Nobara rolled her eyes.

“A man of that caliber won’t do that. You think too highly of yourself. Let him spend a day with Mayuko and he will realize you are useless.” Sayuri sneered.

We look at them amused. “I am insecure and maybe a bit naïve, but I am definitely not an idiot. Why would I let my boyfriend spend time with someone who’s planning to steal my boyfriend. Just like Takeda-san said. If you have the ability, why don’t you spend effort to make him notice you?” I smiled. “I trust him enough to know that he won’t be swayed.”

“You!”

“Few days earlier, your words might have gotten me, but now I won’t. This might be the result of spending most of my time (a.k.a living together) together with him.” I smiled.

“Why…?” Mayuko trembled, face paling. “Why is it always you?”

“What are you talking about?” I frowned.

“Whether it’s Uesugi-kun or this man. Why do they always choose you?”

“Pardon? I don’t remember being close with Uesugi-kun though.” I tilted my head.

“Who is he?” Nobara asked.

“A classmate from middle school.” I answered.

“I don’t even know why Uesugi-kun like you?! What do you have that I don’t?! Even though I like him much more than you! Why does it have to be you?!” She glared.

“Because [Name] is sincere.” Megumi suddenly spoke up.

“Megumi.” We looked at him standing in the doorway.

“[Name] is very sincere in doing something. And she always tried her best, no matter how small the work is.” Megumi sighed.

“…that was just my perfectionist trait kicked in.” I mumbled.

“Well, the point is Satoru will only like [Name]. End of story.” Maki rolled her eyes.

“Hmph! Feelings will change.” Yuriko harumphed.

“I know. That’s why I tried my best to keep up with him. Because to me, he is worth it.” I smiled.

“Why don’t you tell him in his face?” Maki snorted.

“No. I will definitely be super embarrassed.” I shook my head.

“Ah… but he heard it.” Yuuji pointed to his phone, which is on call with the said man.

“Um… I am going to lock myself in my room. Bye!” I quickly dashed out.

 Omake

 “[Name]-chan~” Annoying sing song voice was heard from my bedroom door.

“No.”

“I heard it all, [Name]-chan. I am super happy. Let me see your face, yeah?” He coaxed.

“No.”

“Then…” The locked door suddenly unlocked and a certain annoying stick man entered my room with an idiotic grin on his face. “I am here.”

“How did you do it?”

“Oh, I just picked the lock.”

“…Where do you learn it?”

“Movie.” He answered. “More importantly, I caught you.” He trapped me in his arms. “I am happy, that you think me that much. But don’t worry. Just take your time. I will wait for you. [Name]-chan, you are worth it.” He whispered.

[lollo-sw-br]

SW: World Academy AU! Book 2: How much does a legacy weigh?

A-10 Dorms - 10th Floor

Yumi and Sophie got up willing to start their first day of school, took their belongings, putting them in their trunks. Before going to class 1A, they went looking for lockers so they could put their books and personal objects.

- I brought emergency books to my closet - said Yumi - what do you think?

- It was beautiful Yumi - praised Sophie - and mine? It was cool with the drawings I put?

- I liked! - said Yumi - you look good

- Our cupboards are ready - said Sophie - Let's go to our class

- Let's go - said Yumi accompanied Sophie to the living class.

A- 11 Doms - 10th Floor

Ellie got up early for her first day at World Academy and I'm going to wake up Narae, her roommate.

- Narae! Narae! Wake up! - Ellie said trying to wake her up.

- I'm already awake - Narae said - still soon if we're not going to be late!

- Let the games begin! Ellie said leaving the room.

Class 1A - 8th Floor

The room was huge, the places where the students stayed was in formation from bleachers, several bookshelves of different subjects, in addition to a divided blackboard, on the left side it was white and the right side was a digital screen, where slides and interactive videos of the classes were placed. The room was practically empty when Yumi and Sophie arrived, when there were two other students, one was a biplane, as well as Yumi who thought: "maybe I should talk to her?", while the other one that was next to that Biplane girl, attracted Sophie's attention, as it was also the same model.

Sophie and Yumi's two new classmates sat next to her, and the one who looked like Sophie started the conversation:

- Hey! How are you? - said the girls - I'm Narae, and who are you?

Yumi and Sophie looked at each other and replied:

- Hi, I'm Sophie - said Sophie to the girls - this is Yumi, my friend.

- Hi - said Yumi to the girls

- This is Ellie, my friend - said Narae introducing Ellie to the other girls

- Hi, nice to meet you too - said Ellie

- Do you want to sit with us? - invited Sophie

- Of course - said Narae and Ellie together

The other students arrived one by one. At that moment, Exact Sciences teacher arrived.

- Everyone sit down, the class is about to start - said the teacher in a bad mood as always - my name is Mr. Jones And I will be your Exact Sciences teacher, I'm already warning you that it won't be easy to pass my subjects.

As he spoke, Yumi thought: "this teacher will definitely make my life total hell" and she was right, little did she know that he will do everything possible and impossible to prevent her graduation.

- Elle, what do you do in the middle of a bunch of students with no future, Mainly you insignificant Biplane, how do you think you will become a Super Wing if you are not in our pattern? - said the teacher - Ellie, you are a prestigious student, your grandfather is a Super Wing with high influence, you shouldn't mix with "them".

He clearly directed those words towards Yumi, Sophie e Narae, They were told to stay away from Ellie because, in their opinion, she couldn't be normal people, but people who came from prestigious families like hers.

- Get rid of her rubbish projects! y'all don't know who you're messing with, Ellie is a Super Wing by nature, granddaughter of a legendary Super Wing - said Mr. Jones furious at girls "approaching" Ellie - you never become Super Wings, only those born with Super Wing essence in their blood will become one, and you are not fit to be friends with Ellie, she is superior to all of you.

Ellie felt uncomfortable at that moment, she disliked being acclaimed because of the merit and influence of her grandfather Grand Albert, a legendary Super Wing, Ellie wanted to be seen as "Herself" and not "the granddaughter of a legendary Super Wing".

- Sorry girls - said Ellie extremely uncomfortable - I didn't want this to happen, I didn't mean to put you two in that situation so embarrassing.

- No problem Ellie - said Yumi - I've suffered worse

Ellie left the place where she was with Narae, Sophie and Yumi who sat hidden in the corner of the room, Mr. Jones began his long and irritating class on Chemical Reactions.

Cafeteria - 5th Floor

After class was over, Ellie rejoined the girls for lunch and talk about what was going on in Chemistry class.

- Yumi! Sophie! Narae! - called Ellie - can i talk to you?

- Ellie! - said Narae - of course you can

- Sit with us - invited Sophie

- Sit Ellie down and tell you what happened? - said Yumi - We want to better understand your situation

Ellie felt, I had a sad face, began to talk about what happened more clearly.

- Like Mr. Jones said in class, I'm the granddaughter of a legendary Super Wing, Grand Albert, you've probably heard of his wonderful stories as an adventurer around the world, helping everyone around him and advising and the new generation. I always had this exaggerated spotlight, want me to be exactly like him, I feel a lot of pressure to be something I'm not - said Ellie - I want to continue the legacy that my grandfather left, It's an honor for me, but I want to do it my way, my way, I want to leave my mark, to be recognized for my skills and not just for the legacy he built, he even told me to be myself, and do things my way and that's what I took with me forever.

- Your situation is really complicated, being pressured to be exactly like your grandfather being who you are, with your skills, your unique and special way - said Narae - I don't come from a Super Wings family, but it must be very heavy to have to quell this criticism and pressure from teachers.

- Do what your grandfather taught you, be yourself - said Sophie - We are here to support and help each other.

- And Yumi, I'm sorry for the humiliation you went through - said Ellie to Yumi - you seem to be very talented, I'm looking forward to seeing you in action.

- Don't worry Elle - said Yumi - I've always suffered this kind of bullying, and thank you for supporting me.

Everyone hugged.

- Girlfriends? - said Ellie to the others

- Girlfriends! - they all said

At that moment the bell rang, showing that the break was over and it was time for another class: will it be good or bad?

Back to the Classroom:

- Please my loves, everyone sit down - said the Human Sciences teacher who arrived in the room - My name is Miss. Willians and I will be your Human Sciences teacher my loves.

- That teacher seems nice - said Sophie - unlike Mr. Jones.

- Dear Ellie! How are you doing? - said Miss. Willians - I'm glad you've already made friends! Could you introduce yourself?

- Hello Alicie! Oops, I mean Miss Williams - These are Narae, Yumi and Sophie

- It's a pleasure to meet you - said Miss. willians - If you need advice, I'm happy to help. Now let's start the class.

Miss. Willians asked everyone to write on a piece of paper what they felt at that moment, because the subject was existentialist philosophy, When the papers were collected, Miss Williams read the papers one by one, until Yumi and Ellie arrived, both worried the teacher who spoke:

- Ellie and Yumi, when the class is over, don't leave the room - said the teacher - Sophie and Narae stay too, to help your friends, I need you to explain to me better what I read here.

To be continued...

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @notmyfortezine! I wanted to do a Kids on The Slope-inspired AU (basically 1960s Japan with lots of Jazz music).

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Bakugou didn’t believe in luck. Why rely on such a wishy-washy thing? Either you wanted something bad enough to do it yourselves, or you didn’t want it in the first place. He didn’t believe in fate or destiny either—no one, not even a god, could force him to do anything. His future was his own to grab.

Unfortunately, there was no other word to explain how he met Kirishima. It was pure chance that he was in class that day, that his last suspension had ended last week and he hadn’t fought anyone since. Most people must have expected him to ditch; he barely attended class as it was. Yet, despite what everyone thought, Bakugou liked class, liked learning, liked picking up facts and figures and the world slowly clicking into place with each new info.

He just didn’t like everyone in his class, his school, or the world for that matter. They didn’t find any aliens last year when they landed on the moon, but he was certain that even if they had, they wouldn’t be any friends of his.

If he could tolerate anyone, it was his teacher. Aizawa-sensei seemed to hate the world more than he did. Even the morning attendance was done gruffly, with barely any expectation or desire for a response. Bakugou liked it better that way.

Just as he was about to put down the sheet, Aizawa frowned. “Almost forgot. We have a new—”

The door slammed open. A redhead burst in, all smiles and sunshine as he bounced to the front. “HI!”

Everyone stared at him. Bakugou wasn’t sure what was brighter, the new guy’s smile or his hair.

“—student from Kamakura.” Aizawa set down the attendance sheet and yawned. As usual, he looked utterly exhausted, big dark circles under his eyes. “Introduce yourself.”

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro!” His smile was still as blinding as the sun and he waved. “I love the Crimson Hero and I’m gonna be just like him.”

Bakugou scoffed as the class erupted into flames. Who wanted to be like a third-rate comic book hero? At least Kirishima had the build in it—the school uniform couldn’t hide the strength in his stocky build, the muscular arms and legs built up from years in martial arts training. Maybe he should challenge him to a fight later. Just to see if he hit as hard as Bakugou guessed.

“Done? Good. You could sit in the back. There’s an empty seat next to Bakugou,” Aizawa drawled. “Raise your hand.”

Bakugou glared. The empty seat was a buffer between him and the assholes. Like hell he wanted to lose that to someone like Kirishima.

Unphased, Aizawa gestured. “He’s the one who’s angry.”

“Alright!” Kirishima trotted eagerly down the aisle. As he reached his seat, he grinned at Bakugou. “Nice to meetcha, neighbour!”

“Fuck off,” Bakugou snarled.

-x-

If there was something worse than Kirishima sitting next to him, it was the fact that everybody surrounded him like locusts during the break. For once, Bakugou’s glares and snarls did nothing to scare the pests away, his class more interested in learning about Osaka and who their new classmate was.

“I can’t believe you left the beach for here!” Mineta bemoaned, his hands in his hair. “The babes! The swimsuits! The nip slips!”

Ashido elbowed him out of the way. “Of course he’d come to Tokyo! Everything’s here.”

“The sea ain’t,” Kirishima replied good-naturedly, his head turning from one classmate to the other. He looked overwhelmed. “But you guys get so many movies here! Even the Hollywood ones!”

“Once a month the theatre shows them,” Asui croaked. For some reason, her voice was always a little hoarse. “You didn’t get any at home?”

“We did but…they’re real hard to find.” Kirishima’s voice rose, excitement rolling off him in waves. “And music’s even harder. We always had t’ go t’ the city to get ‘em.”

“What else was hard to get there?” Uraraka asked, pushing a stray lock behind her ear.

“Do you really live in the middle of nowhere?”

“Is the fish cheap there?”

“What was your old uniform like?”

Bakugou twitched at the tsunami of questions. They asked them faster than Kirishima could answer and at the rate they were going, they’d be at this for two days. He could not handle this noise for two fucking days. He could barely handle it for ten minutes.

Leaning back in his chair, he slammed his foot down on his desk.

Ashido and Uraraka jumped, their heads snapping to him.

In response, he glared harder and slammed his other foot down.

Iida, the class president, recovered first. Glancing at the clock, he clapped his hands. “Break’s almost over, everyone!”

“R-right,” Yaoyorozu nodded, shakily gesturing at their seats. “Let’s sit down before class starts.”

It only took seconds, but the quiet returned. The flies were gone. Bakugou could finally sit in peace.

And Kirishima was looking at him with wide, adoring eyes. He leaned forward, invading Bakugou’s personal space, his hands grasping Bakugou’s tightly. “That was AWESOME!”

It was hard not to feel pleased under that gaze. Bakugou yanked his hands free and turned away. “Like I need you to tell me that.”

-x-

Bakugou wasn’t hiding. Hiding wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. It was something cowards do.

No, he was merely avoiding Kirishima when he sat up on the roof, chewing the bun he’d bought for lunch. Ever since that first break, the guy followed him around like a puppy and all of Bakugou’s usual insults and jabs rolled off him like water off a duck. If he weren’t so goddamn annoying, Bakugou would have respected his resilience.

As It is, he was wondering if murder was worth it.

The rooftop door slammed open and he tensed, expecting to find red. Instead, an unfortunately familiar raven-haired boy walked out, followed by a tiny blonde girl and lanky blue-haired senior. Bakugou gritted his teeth.

Dabi.

Toga.

Shigaraki.

He wondered how long his suspension will be this time.

“You.” Dabi noticed him at the same time and sneered. His piercings glinted in the afternoon sun and his burned and bruised skin made him look like a patchwork zombie. “Look who’s back?”

“Ohh, I was just thinking it was boring!” Toga grinned, pulling out a switch knife from god-knew-where. She licked the blade. There was nothing innocent about the way she looked at him.

Shigaraki smiled, all teeth and menace. He cracked his hands. “Think they’ll kick us out this time?”

“If you’re lucky,” Bakugou growled, cracking his knuckles as he lurched to his feet. He was never one to back down from a fight, no matter how stupid it might be. “Guess you forgot what I taught you last time. I’ll make sure you don’t forget the lesson this time.”

“So aggressive.” Dabi pulled out a lighter. He flicked it once, twice, his lips curling into a smirk. “Just like your American mom, half.”

Bakugou didn’t know if they actually cared about why his hair was so light it was almost blonde, if they cared that he could speak Japanese and English. Not that it mattered; they’d still fight for some other inane reason even if he looked just like them.

It was fine by him. There was no way he’d ever see Dabi’s smirk and think of it as anything other than punchable. Hell, even now, he didn’t wait for their taunts before launching at Dabi. it was a familiar dance, a drill he knew by heart.

Anticipating it, Dabi took the blow to the cheek and swung back, hitting Bakugou in the gut.

Bakugou coughed, the breath knocked out of him, and staggered back. Toga joined in, her switchblade grazing his cheek as he narrowly dodged. His body’s reactions were automatic. They always made the same opening moves. Next was Shigaraki—

The door banged open, catching them off guard. Kirishima popped through, a goofy smile on his face as he waved. “Hey.”

They all stared at him. Kirishima stared back. Noticing Toga’s weapon and their positions, Kirishima immediately tackled Shigaraki, shouting, “That’s not a fair fight!”

“Who the fuck is this?” Dabi snarled.

Bakugou didn’t know the answer. He had known Kirishima for three hours. The guy was fighting like his life depended on it. This didn’t make sense.

What did make sense was Dabi’s open face. Bakugou jabbed him in the nose.

-x-

There were few things Bakugou hated more than owing someone. He was used to suspensions, used to the way his cheeks stung and his knuckles ached, the bandages only stopping the bleeding and not the pain. These were all things he knew. What he didn’t know, though, was why Kirishima came to ‘help’ him.

He didn’t need it.

He didn’t want it.

He didn’t even ask.

Yet, it still hung over him like an axe. Bakugou owed Kirishima something. It was the guy’s first day at school. It wasn’t his fight. Yet, despite that, he was suspended for the week too, as though he was just as bad as the rest of them. Something heavy settled in Bakugou’s gut, akin to guilt.

The easiest way to fix this was to get rid of the debt. And to do that, he had to find out where Kirishima lived. Luckily, there were some highlights to having an idiotic childhood ‘friend’, Izuku, in class, and it wasn’t long before Bakugou was standing in front of a small, two-storey music shop. If Kirishima lived here, the second floor had to be a residence.

Unfortunately, it looked like the only way up was in. A bell chimed as Bakugou opened the door. The soft sounds of a saxophone filled the air, the music a lot calmer than he had expected. Inside there were rows upon rows of records, a variety of genres and artists, and Bakugou lingered on them before looking around for Kirishima.

“Bakugou!” Not that he had to wait long. Kirishima appeared out of nowhere, his eyes wide and smile wider. “You’re here!”

It was too early in the day to deal with this. There didn’t seem to be an off switch for Kirishima’s energy.

“Man! I can’t believe you’re here!” Kirishima babbled, rocking back and forth. “I really wanted to call but I forgot to get your number. Or your address.”

“You’re not getting it,” Bakugou automatically replied, scowling. “Why’d you fight? I didn’t need your help.”

Kirishima laughed. It seemed all he did was smile and laugh. He rubbed his neck. “Well, yeah, you looked like you could have taken them all on, but it wasn’t a fair fight. Three on one? Nothing honourable about it. Besides, what sort of man just walks away from that?”

“The normal kind.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. He shouldn’t have bothered to ask. “What’d you want?”

He cocked his head, confused. “What do you mean?”

Bakugou felt off-balanced. He gritted his teeth. “Look, I owe you. I don’t like owing you. What do you want?”

“Nothing!” Kirishima snorted, shrugging lightly. He gestured upstairs. “Hey, since you’re here—wanna play cards? Man, you’ll be like my first friend over.”

Bakugou bristled. “Since when were we friends, bastard? And were you even listening?”

“Well, we fought together. Think that kinda makes us buddies.” Kirishima scratched his nose. “Right?”

“Wrong—”

There was a soft ding, the bell on the cashier desk chiming, and Kirishima turned around. “One sec. Lemme deal with this first.”

“Wait—” The bastard just waved as he jogged to the cashier and Bakugou stomped his foot. He was dealing with an air-head. He should have known better after years of dealing with Izuku. Bakugou glared at the customer but the woman didn’t notice, staring instead at the record in her hands.

Bakugou clicked his tongue. There was no point to this. Taking a deep breath, he stomped over to the closest aisle as he waited. Might as well see if there was anything here worth getting. The closet section was jazz and he scoffed as he picked up a record with a black man playing the trumpet. Birth of the Cool. More like ‘birth of the lame’. He was pretty sure the mellow music above was also jazz. This genre was made for sleeping and doctor’s offices.

There were dozens of similar records on this shelf. All jazz. All equally boring.

“You listen to jazz too?” Kirishima asked, popping in out of nowhere, and Bakugou all but dropped the record back into place.

“No,” he snapped, irritated that he got caught off-guard. “It’s fucking boring.”

Kirishima stared at him for a moment before his lips flattened, his brow furrowed, and suddenly everything that was soft about the guy was now hard. “It’s not boring.”

Bakugou wondered if he’d look like that if they fought and a thrill ran down his spine.  Scoffing, he picked up Kind of Blue and shook his head. “It’s slow, fucking boring, and pointless.”

Kirishima’s eyes narrowed. “You just haven’t heard the right ones.”

“There were no right ones.” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

Kirishima frowned deeper before realization flashed across his face. His eyes widened, taking in Bakugou, and then the record in his hands. He grinned. “Alright, come here tonight.”

“Huh?” Bakugou stares. “What?”

“We have a performance tonight, in the basement. Come around eight, it’ll be fun.” Kirishima stood taller now. “You’ll see how amazing jazz could be.”

“The fuck am I doing that?” Bakugou growled.

Kirishima smirked. “You said you owe me one, right?”

-x-

This wasn’t Bakugou’s first time at an underground club. Nothing really got to him as someone telling him no, so he was a regular at the local bars, sneaking in when no one was looking. it was not so much the drinks he was after as it was the fact he needed to prove he could get in regardless.

Today, there was no need for that. The record shop was still open when he arrived at 8:10, deliberately late to show his irritation with it all. Kirishima didn’t seem to care, still smiling like a hundred watts as he opened the door and all but shoved him into the basement. The access was free, there were no drinks, and the entire basement looked like a gym dance. Small tables were scattered across the floor, adults setting their glasses on them as they smoked and talked. There’s a hazy glow to the room, cigarette butts bright in the gloom, and this might be the most relaxed club Bakugou had ever entered.

Then again, it made sense. It was jazz. Boring music for boring people.

The only person with any energy was the redhead next to him. Kirishima rocked on his heels excitedly, as though he was filled with too much energy and didn’t know what to do with it. He stuck out like a sore thumb. “You’re going to like this.”

“I’m only here because I owe you,” Bakugou ground out, before Kirishima could get the wrong idea. Again. “That’s it.”

Kirishima clasped him on the back. “Right, right—oh, it was starting! Nothing beats hearing it in person.”

On the low stage in the front, four men positioned themselves. One sat behind the drums while the rest stood with a saxophone, trumpet, and trombone. A woman in a silky dress step[ed into the spotlight, her bangs covering an eye as she held the mike stand.

A hush fell over the crowd as the music started, the woman singing low and soft. it was practically a lullaby. Maybe he could just sleep on his feet.

The tempo picked up, the drum growing louder, and a trumpet rang through the room. Bakugou blinked, wide awake, as the woman started singing in English. The trombone was aggressive, the saxophone on fire.

It’s like watching an argument on stage. Bakugou stared as the players started to compete for spotlight, each of them calling at another with their instrument, notes shouting for dominance. Kirishima was right—there was no way he could call this boring. This music was alive, a growing beast, and his hands twitched.

Kirishima leaned close, whispering in his ear, “Amazing, right?”

Bakugou shivered at the unexpected contact and elbowed Kirishima in the gut. “Fuck off.”

Rubbing his side, Kirishima laughed, undisturbed. “I knew you’d like it.”

-x-

Kirishima’s grin was no less annoying the next day, when Bakugou found himself in the shop for the second time in as many days. it was like looking at the sun when Kirishima bounced toward him, as though he had personally made his day by just appearing. “Bakugou! Wanna play cards? I’m learning poker!”

“You asking that again?” Bakugou muttered, hands in his pocket, feeling oddly awkward as he stood inside. It wasn’t like yesterday, when at least he had a purpose to be here. Here he was, back again, and he wasn’t sure why.

“Thought you might agree this time.” Kirishima hummed, still rocking on his feet. After a few seconds, he straightened. “Oh, right, I wanted to give you something.”

“What?” Bakugou asked suspiciously as Kirishima rummaged through the shelves.

“A gift. Kinda.” Kirishima pulled out two records—Bakugou recognized the Birth of The Cool that he’d mocked yesterday—and held them out. “I can’t really give ‘em away, but you could borrow them for like a day or two.”

“And?” Bakugou raised his eyes to Kirishima’s, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“And I thought you’d like them?” Just like last time, Kirishima was guileless before his lips part in a soft oh. “You don’t have a player? You could listen upstairs then.”

There it was again. Just like with Izuku, there was no other shoe. it was unsettling. He still felt like he owed Kirishima something. 

“We’ll play your stupid cards,” Bakugou growled, taking the records.

-x-

Despite his stupid smile and stupid opinions, Kirishima had a surprisingly good taste in music.

Bakuguou almost didn’t want to return the records.

-x-

When Bakugou finally stepped into the classroom again, a hush fell over the class as usual.

Only, this time, a moronic redhead waved from the back. “Bakugou!”

Bakugou grunted in response as he slid into his own seat.

“Man, it was nice to be back, huh?” Kirishima grinned, taking in the class. “Not that I really got to do anything last time. Is this still technically my first day?”

“Maybe.”

“Man, it’s hard to read you sometimes! You’re like a man of mystery!” Kirishima leaned over and pats him on the back. “Say, wanna hang out after school?”

To his surprise, he didn’t hate the touch. it was an uncomfortable fact.

“Come on, bro!” Kirishima pleaded.

“We’re not brothers.” Bakugou finally muttered. “And you’d better have some good food this time, none of that biscuit crap.”

Kirishima lighted up, somehow looking even brighter than before. “Yeah! We could get chips on our way home.”

He regarded him for a second and then nodded. The hand was still on his back. Bakugou didn’t shake it off.

[earthtooz]

JFUEKSNFKWN henlo, I'm back owo)/ I'll entertain the burger question first HEHEE So I'm okii with anything what to put inside the burger as long as it's reasonable and lives up to its name! (i.e., an ice-cream burger: buns + ice cream) I don't want any pickles on my burger ;; to me, it ruins the savory taste.

About the Itoshi Rin ask!!

🔹Are you going to save for him in Blue Lock: World Championship? It's a farming mobile game (like ensemble stars basic, there's not much of a gameplay) that you can download on qooapp. Our job there is to become the character's assistant (a manager if you will (｡・//ε//・｡)) basically, we exist in their world now and there are side events where you can converse with them (Japanese language settings though-) It's Nagi's banner today!

🔹MANNNN it's soooooo hard to get a merch of Rin inside an anime convention. Maybe the fact that the anime just released in December a huge factor on why I'm having this dilemma rn. At the end of the convention, I only managed to get an official postcard of Rin (I put it inside my closet for daily motivation purposes HNGGG) and a blue shirt of Blue Lock. I ordered a shirt of him though (even if the back of the shirt says Itoshi, not Rin)

🔹I suddenly have an urge to illustrate a chibi Rin so I can send it to a shop where they can make personalized acrylic keychains or stickers so I can satisfy my loving-Itoshi-Rin tendencies (~￣³￣)~💙💙💙💙

🔹MANNNNNNNNNN part.2 HAHAHAAHHA Why do I see Rin do this "thing" where he's pretending to fall asleep or be occupied with his earphones (but it's not connected to his phone) inside a car ride just to hear his fem!classmate he's growing to be comfy with, hum a tune (especially when the tune she's humming fits to his taste of music, King Gnu)

first of all: fair enough, as long as a burger is burgering, i have no complaints! ALSO pickles kinda make or break it, i get why you wouldn't like them in your burger but i think at one point i stopped asking to put aside the pickles so i just eat them LOL 😍😍

ALSO I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A BLUE LOCK MOBILE GAME????????? SINCE WHEN?????? IS IT ONLY ON ANDROID BC I CANNOT FIND IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME IN IOS!!!!!?!??!!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE EFF?!?!?! I WANT TO PLAY THIS SILLY LITTLE GAME SOOOOO BADLY I LOVE MY SOCCER BOYS!!! IF I HAD IT, THEN I WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE SAVING FOR ITOSHI RIN WHAT!???!!? my night is ruined i can't believe i can't play this game </3

i have merch of itoshi rin!!!! i also have some of chigiri, nagi, and isagi!!! but i got that from japan lol so it would make sense that i have them... but hey, at least he's finally introduced in the anime so that means more merch of him at conventions :OOOO but putting the postcard in your wardrobe is so smart 😭😭😭 maybe i should do that. i wake up to his face and immediately start feeling envious of how hard he works so i'll start doing pushups on the floor next to my bed!!!!

also can i see ur chibi rin :(

AND AND AND AND rin would totally do that! BUT I WOULD LIKE TO RAISE YOU THIS INSTEAD! instead of a car ride, it could be on like public transport ride where reader and him are seated next to each other. bc rin is naturally vv standoffish, you feel a little out of place beside him, unsure what to do with yourself, despite how close you two have been getting for the past few weeks.

five minutes in, he sees you reach for your earphones / airpods and glances at your phone in curiosity to see what you'll listen to. then he sees you pulling up king gnu and before he knows it, you're offering a pair of earbuds to him!!! AND HE'S LIKE 'oh... okay' BEFORE TAKING IT AND LISTENING!!!! AND IT'S SO CUTE BC U SHARE FOR BASICALLY THE REST OF THE DAY!!!!! sorry i just love the prompt of sharing headphones, i took my own little spin on your ask - hope that's okay :(

thanks for taking the time to pop into my inbox!!!! have an amazing day and don't forget to take care of yourself! hope 2 see u soon :o

[spiritedwriting]

[ Operation ask the cute pirate kid to the dance ! ]

Human / Highschool SorbCrepe AU !

requested by someone on ao3 <33

Ah . . . Prom , dances and activities like that never really interested Casey things like the robotics club and chemistry is what always got their attention, but this year was different they wanted to go to the dance more specifically they wanted to go on a date with a certain classmate and best friend , Bubbles the biggest pirate and shark enthusiast, Casey had always had a crush on them since they first met, being introduced to each other by their two other friends Cecilia and Calliope, The pink haired teen took a deep breath looking down at their notepad labled ‘How To Ask Bubbles Out’ and so far ? they didn’t have ANY ideas , love and crushes were hard for them to understand , an annoyed groan left their lips unaware of a certain whitenette sneaking up behind them, suddenly jumping at least three feet in the air from their seat as the white haired girl spoke whispering in their ear ‘What are you doing ?” Casey looked over at the stranger who had spooked them oh. It was just Cecilia, they sighed softly finally calming down before speaking up again “trying to figure out how to ask Bubbles to the dance . . .``Their face went pink covering their face from embarrassment ultimately made Cecilia giggle at the others reaction “And you don’t know how do you ?” Only a simple nod was a reply which made the giggling become a little louder, Casey’s face heated up more from the giggling as they huffed “W-would you stop laughing ! This is serious ! How am I supposed to ask them if I can’t even think of anything !” they buried their face into their hands letting out a loud groan , the young girls giggling finally died down as she sighed gently patting their head “And that's why my dear friend you have me and Calliope to help you !” they slowly looked up and stared at Cecilia as if she was some angel, immediately standing up from their seat and sorta tackling her into a hug , they were a few inches taller than her so they both stumbled a bit “Seriously ? oh my god I am forever in your debt for helping me with this !” Cecilia only giggled in response, hugging back “What are friends for am I right ?” soon she pulled away from the hug, a bright smile resting on her face

“Why not do something simple and cute ? it doesn’t have to be extravagant !”Cecilia pipped up “But I want it to be extravagant ! but I also want it to be something they would like !” Casey whined huffing a bit “. . . theres a chance they would want something simple though . . . maybe do something sea themed ?” Calliope suddenly spoke up, now annoyed by their bickering, silence . . . they both started at the brunette who only looked at them as if they were crazy

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“Calliope, that is the best idea –”

“I know .”

“Well then let’s get started shall we ?”

After a couple of days of planning and working they finally finished ! A big light blue poster with a bunch of sea creatures and a ship on it with big letters writing ‘WILL YOU ADVENTURE OUT AT SEA AND GO TO PROM WITH ME ?’ a little corny yes but it was cute , simple and something Bubbles liked ! Now they were ready . . . sorta ! all that was left was the actually asking part , it was a week before prom and Casey still didn’t know how to confess ! first period hasn’t even started yet as they paced back and forward the poster held tightly in their hands , Cecilia watching them pace before sighing, stopping them in their tracks, “Casey, look at me” She grabbed the others face , forcing them to look at her straight in the eyes. “You can do this ! You’re like one of the smartest and egotistical person I know !”

Ouch but she did have a point . . . a small sigh left their lips still second guessing if they should ask or not ! “What if they say no ?? It'll be embarrassing for me !” they whined once more stomping their foot “Well you're gonna find out now ! good luck” Cecilia giggled turning the pinkette around and pushing them to the shark and pirate loving teen who she had spotted walk over to them.

“AH –” once being pushed into the blue haired one , Casey groaned a bit as Bubbles looked at the other confused and startled before quickly changing to concern as they tilted their head before signing ‘Are you alright Casey ? That was quite the tumble you took !’ Casey squeaked a bit before nodding “I’m okay , just tripped is all – but uhm . . . There's something I need to tell you !’ nervously they messed with the poster as Bubbles eyed the object in their hands looking back up at Casey ‘Alrighty , What do you need to tell me?’ Casey took a deep breath looking behind them quickly to see Cecilia and Calliope giving the pinkette a thumbs up , they looked back at Bubbles showing them the poster “. . .Prom ?” Bubbles stared in shock, a little taken back , trying to process the events that just happened before a bright smile rested on their face , nodding excitedly quickly signing ‘Yes ! I would love to go to prom with you’ Casey started laughing out of excitement pulling the other into a tight hug , a bright smile , Bubbles hugged back of course giving Calliope and Cecilia a thumbs up – the two girls quietly giggled to themselves as they high fived each other, Mission success !

[beonhwarp]

INTRODUCING, HWANG HANI (HONEY) OF THE HOUSE OF MAGNOLIA !

the TWENTY-FOUR year old is said to look a lot like PARK SOOYOUNG (JOY) and resides in the MAGNOLIA ESTATE. they are best known as an HOUSE OF MAGNOLIA'S SECOND-IN-LINE. look! i think they're headed this way! but make sure to read this CHECKLIST before you go.

a look further into their life . . .

( TW: kidnapping, violence, child neglect )

PAST

hani was born to a set of parents who helped build the community in beonhwa. they helped create and plan homes for families. one builds, one designs. blessed to have three children. the said parents were the source of envy for some neighbors. they have enough, but their home seemed outlandish for those who saw it from the outside thinking such people should not be living off so well and rubbing it off onto their faces.

one fateful night as the siblings have gone for a stroll, just to admire the flowers that bloom in spring and enjoy the breeze, they come home to a house with no lights, no parents, and nothing but a ransacked shell of a home they used to live in. the neighbors say they saw nothing, no one bothered to help, and no one pretty much cared while the hani (5) and her younger sister, hyemi (3), cried for their parents. hoseok (9) tried to get the two girls to settle down but much as he tried, asked for help, and begged people to look for their parents, no help came to them. instead, hani found them looking with such hateful eyes and she remembered all of their faces. the people who let their parents be taken away and not once tried to help them.

three months later, a distant cousin of their mother came in, begrudgingly offering to help by taking in only two siblings. hoseok offered up his two sisters, but they refused. he is a boy, boys are more useful, they say, he carries the family name so they are taking him in. he looked at hani and hyemi. both so young and helpless, but ultimately decided to bring hyemi with them. he promised he will come back for her. he didn't. nobody did.

a kind old lady who works in the kitchen for a prominent family in their neighborhood offered to help her, the family recognized hani as their daughter's classmate so they agreed to shelter her and let her earn her keep.

at ten, hani discovers her doll to be missing, the last gift her parents gave her before they disappeared. she searched and searched around the tiny room to no avail. she then thought to herself maybe she had left it in her friend's room, so she knocks on the pretty white door, in a room fit for a princess, and asked if her doll was in the room. the other lies, saying they never took it, why would she take away a ragged doll. the words thief and liar thrown at each other, before she knew, she was on the ground and found her doll under the bed which she took.

what followed was nothing a child should experience, her dear friend accused her of being a thief and attacking her. hani did all she could to explain, and defend herself, but everything fell into deaf ears. grabbed by the hair, dragged out, locked in and beaten, she was forced to admit being a liar and a thief but she held it in together. why would she admit such a thing that she wasn't?

they let her starve and kept her in a dark room, with only one door that they opened to taunt her with food and water to admit her mistakes. it went on for days, to a week, before they threatened to throw her out in the streets if she kept lying. they eventually threw her out in the streets and left her to die while the rain poured.

the last thing she heard was a man's voice shouting, and arms that held her while the cold breeze seemed to lull her into sleep. she had just turned eleven and she didn't even know it was going to be a gift to be thrown out like that.

it took her a long time to heal, but the people who tended to her were the sweetest people she had ever met. it was as if fate realized how cruel and gifted her a chance to live.

she was twelve when she was adopted. an orphan no one expected to be taken in. but hani knew she crawled her way out of hell to see another day.

PRESENT

twelve years later, hani is disappointed with how things are. she learned early in her life that you cannot make change without power; clearly, being second doesn't mean much either. she was aiming to find a resolve to save every child who no one bothered to help.

her goal is simple, to reach the top, and have more than enough power to ensure that no one would ever lay hands on children who will be the nation's future. even if it means crawling her way to the top.

FUTURE

hani is seeking out revenge on those who had laid hands on her, laid eyes on her misery and refused to help, to get back at everyone who let her and her siblings suffer.

she still refuses to believe her parents are dead, hence she is still trying her best to find out what really happened that night at the hwang residence.

the search for her siblings. she promised her brother she'll keep surviving, now all she needs to know is they too, are alive and well.

to be able to replace the privileged first in line to the throne as she believes her intentions and purpose are a lot more important than the other's.

her betrothed, someone who can keep up with her pace and is willing to burn the world to the ground like her just to find their own justice in this world full of injustice.

written by astrea (she/her), 21+ in the GMT+9.3 tmz. personal triggers: trypophobia (images)

[thelastplaceiknow]

acclimatize

to adjust to a situation

“Mary!” A girl, a sophomore I believe, ran up to Mary just as she was putting her knit hat on. Mary turned to the girl, perplexed. The school day ended, and everyone was packing their backpacks to leave.

“Mary, can I ask you a question?” The sophomore asked her, smiling. I noticed a few other kids were standing behind her. I knew where this was going.

Mary nodded her head slowly. I looked over to the other girl next to my locker. She looked over to me and giggled.

“John rated you a ten out of ten. How would you rate him?” Mary shifted uncomfortably. I think she realized as well.

It was so simple, you almost couldn’t see it. She was being made fun of.

I had met Mary my freshman year. We were sat next to each other during lunch and became friends quickly. I wasn’t exactly the most outgoing, so it was nice to make at least one friend. She introduced me to the other people around our table and invited me along to their after-school hangouts.

Until I became conscience of the people around me. My school was filled with blond, rich kids who cared mostly about what other people thought of them. In classes I noticed other people joking about Mary and how “weird” she was. I tried to ignore it, but soon enough I was trying to ignore Mary, too. I went to high school thinking I could have a fresh start. Hoping to change myself from what others thought of me, weird. Instead, I became exactly like the others. Petty, stuck-up, toxic.

I also met Jessie my freshman year. We had the same exact schedule, yet were both too shy to talk to each other. When we sat next to each other in lunch in our second semester, we immediately became each other’s half. What someone would call a “kindered spirit.” Or maybe it was just attachment. Both of us were artists and would laugh at our old drawings. We went everywhere, did everything together. We were both aware of our school’s judgement, too.

Over time, we reshaped ourselves. Conforming to our classmates. Being aware of what we would say to not misstep and be considered weird.

But I don’t think I’ll ever change.

Over the summer of 2022, I had what’s best described as a “moral-dillema.” I became overly aware. Realizing how much I have changed and how much was about to change. I observed other people, my friends, my family, myself. I noticed my friends all talked behind each other’s backs but were too cowardly to talk it through. I noticed how my family talked about their lives and about other families, I noticed how Jessie distanced herself from our friends and was slowly making new ones. I realized I had no idea of who I was. I had completely molded and shaped my personality just to be like everyone else to the point that I was nothing. I was empty. I became too aware, too caring, too much of an overthinker. It was like my brain was on fire and I couldn’t find the extinguisher. I felt like I was devoid of a personality, it ruined me. I realized that the word “normal” had taken too much of a toll on my life.

This had happened to Jessie too, but she just pushed it away. She moved on from our friends and slowly from me. She was a genius, but acted dumb in front of her friends to be like them. She got rid of everything that made her unique. She stopped mentioning her art in front of her new friends and all her conversations were about boys rather than the new documentary she had watched. Fights that should have happened never did. But I couldn’t let it go. She had used me to build herself up and tossed me in the garbage. She replaced me with a her new best friend, like buying the latest iPhone. She didn’t need me anymore.

I guess my point is that being like everyone else drains you. In the end, you become unhappy. Don’t let yourself be devoid of who you really are.

[starryhyuck]

pretty girl. (m)

pairing: alpha!jaemin x reader

words: 4.3k+

summary: you hate that jaemin follows you around every full moon. you’re determined to know the reason why, but you end up getting more than you asked for.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: large amounts of cum, manhandling, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, oral sex

“It’s dangerous for you to be out here.”

You blink twice at Jaemin, who is hovering protectively over your form. As your best friend, Jaemin’s always been cautious of you because of his alpha instincts. This oddly includes finding him in your apartment on random days, cooking you dinner because you ‘can’t make it yourself,’ walking you around campus and glaring at anyone who glances your way, and finally, following you to places he should never be at anyways. Tonight falls under the last category, where you were itching to have a nice time with some of your group partners in your Economics class. You all collectively agreed that grabbing drinks at the nearby bar on campus was a good idea. Everything was going perfectly until Jaemin came storming into the bar, almost pushing one of your friends from his spot next to you.

You awkwardly clear your throat, laughing breathily as you stand, trying to move Jaemin away from the table. You can feel the heavy stares of your classmates on your back, and you try your best to ignore it. Once you’re out of earshot, you mumble lowly to him.

“Uh, Jaem, why are you here?”

He frowns at you. The expression on his face is clearly one of disappointment. “It’s a full moon. You shouldn’t be out here, especially if there are other alphas lurking around.”

You tend to frequently forget that Jaemin gets extremely clingy when the full moon rises, and he often perceives most of the population as a threat to your life. In fact, you’re both very good friends with Jeno, another fellow alpha on campus. Jeno’s shown time after time that he has absolutely no interest in you, but when the full moon appears, Jaemin’s convinced that Jeno wants to kidnap you and keep you locked in his dorm forever.

You sigh. “Jaemin, I’m fine. I’m just hanging out with my friends. There are no alphas around, I promise.”

His frown grows deeper. “I passed two of them on the way here. They could have easily hurt you.”

“How about you have a drink with us?” You offer, knowing his worries aren’t subsiding anytime soon. “You can relax and make sure I’m safe.”

The tension in his shoulders loosen at your suggestion, and he hesitantly agrees. You order a beer for him and he reluctantly follows you back to the table. Your friends are eyeing him warily.

“Everyone, this is Jaemin,” you introduce awkwardly. “Is it okay if he joins us?”

Jeongyeon is the first to speak, despite everyone’s reluctance. “Sure, the more the merrier!”

You toss her a grateful smile and Jaemin slides in next to you, unaware of the looks he’s receiving. Luckily, Seulgi launches into a discussion about her day before anyone else can comment. It isn’t long before Chanwoo leans over to whisper in your ear, causing Jaemin to stiffen beside you.

“Is your friend okay? He looks like he hates all of us.”

You brush off Chanwoo’s question. “He’s fine, just tense. Rough time in the semester, you know?”

Chanwoo nods but doesn’t seem convinced by your answer. No one else approaches you about Jaemin for the rest of the time, and the boy next to you chooses to remain silent. You bid goodbye to the group at the end of the night with Jaemin giving subtle nods to each of them. He still hovers protectively over you on the walk back to the campus dorms.

“You really didn’t have to come out tonight,” you mumble to your best friend as he walks alongside you. “I was fine on my own.”

“You’re not fine on nights like these,” he responds, and you can hear the frustration in his tone. “You don’t know what’s out there.”

You huff and stop in your tracks, turning around to face him. You cross your arms over your chest.

“No one is going to hurt me! No one has ever tried to hurt me on a full moon, it’s just your imagination! It’s annoying how much you follow me around, Jaemin, seriously.”

He’s visibly hurt by your outburst and you instantly feel regret. You can almost feel him shutting you away, and it pulls at your chest. He motions to your dorm, which is only a few feet away from where you’re standing.

“Good night. I hope you sleep well.”

“Jaemin-“

You watch as your best friend scurries down the sidewalk, not sparing a single glance back at you.

—

You startle Jeno the next day, pounding on his door and ignoring the glares you’re receiving in his hallway. The boy sleepily opens the door up for you, hair sticking out in multiple directions. He mumbles something under his breath and you ignore him, pushing through and entering his room.

“Well, come on in,” he hisses sarcastically.

You have no time to humor him. “Are alphas usually super clingy and annoying?”

He pauses at the question, closing the door slowly. You raise an eyebrow at his hesitation.

“Um, is this about Jaemin?”

“Maybe,” you drawl, watching Jeno carefully. He definitely knows something he’s not telling you about. “And what if it was?”

“Then I would say you need to talk to Jaemin.”

You roll your eyes. “Jeno!”

“What?” He retorts, avoiding your eyes as much as possible. “It’s not my place to say.”

“I don’t care if it’s your place or not,” you say, frustrated by your lack of alpha knowledge. You’ve tried to learn more since Jaemin presented himself, but it was difficult since many alpha secrets were kept between alphas only. “I need to know what’s going on with him. He’s been following me around every full moon like he’s expecting me to get mugged or something!”

Jeno exhales loudly. “He hasn’t talked to you? About anything?”

You huff. “Jeno, if I needed answers, I wouldn’t be standing here with you.”

The more you talk, the more Jeno grows uncomfortable. It almost seems like it pains him to say anything about Jaemin without him present, and it’s getting on your nerves. Jaemin usually never keeps secrets from you and it must be pretty big if Jeno is barely holding himself together.

Jeno finally speaks after you watch him run circles in his head. “What do you know about mates? Alpha mates?”

You frown, tilting your head to the side. “Mates? I didn’t even know alphas had mates.”

“They’re chosen specifically by an alpha. Someone the alpha has a connection to, someone they would like to spend the rest of their life with.”

He’s still not making any sense to you. Does Jaemin have a mate? Is it someone you know?

Jeno can see the gears spinning and he scoffs. He whispers something under his breath that you can’t hear.

“You need to talk to Jaemin about this. I really can’t say any more.”

You spare Jeno the interrogation and leave his room, thoughts swirling in your head. He’s given you everything and nothing at once, and you don’t even know if Jaemin will offer anything better. You trek over to his dorm anyways, on a mission.

His eyes soften when he sees you behind the door. It tugs at your heartstrings and he motions for you to come inside. The awkward tension drowns the room and you sway on your feet.

“I’m sorry,” he says first. “I know I made you uncomfortable by being with your friends last night, and I should’ve stayed away. I just get very worried around the full moon because-“

“What are alpha mates?”

Jaemin chokes, not expecting your question. You watch as he gathers himself again, and this time, he can’t bear to look at you.

“Where did you hear that from?”

“Jeno.”

Jaemin curses lowly. You frown, your gaze never faltering. You can practically see him trying to come up with some type of excuse.

“Jaemin, I want the truth.”

He sighs. “Can you sit down? Please?”

You reluctantly follow his request, taking a seat on his bed. He paces around the room, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him before. You begin to grow antsy while watching him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

His head snaps up to look at you, heart breaking at the dejected look on your face. He shakes his head and takes a seat next to you.

“I do, I want to tell you everything. I just want you to have a choice first,” he states, staring at you as if you hold all the answers.

You frown and shake your head. “What choice? You’re not making any sense.”

“I, uh, I unknowingly bonded myself to you. You became my mate, and I realized it too late. We spent too much time together and I should have taken a step back before it got too serious. I was just- I’m never in the correct headspace when I’m around you, and it causes me to impulsively make decisions. I can’t break the bond unless I wish to die a slow death, but if you want me to, I can try.”

You’re spiraling. Your brain is short circuiting, and you’re unsure of what to say in response. Your best friend has just confessed that he bonded himself to you for life, which probably runs deeper than marriage. If you reject him, he’ll die a painful death.

Wonderful.

Jaemin starts freaking out, standing back up and resuming his pacing. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have left weeks ago, I shouldn’t even be bothering you with this. Listen, we can forget this ever happened. I’ll just- I’ll figure something out. Surely, I can break the bond-“

“Jaemin,” you say timidly. He stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice. “I think I’m okay with being your mate. I mean, I’d rather have it be you than anyone else. Not like you’re my second choice or anything! I just-“

He kneels down, his hands resting on the expanse of your thighs, causing you to jolt at the contact. His hands feel oddly warm, and it’s sending a plethora of dirty thoughts to your head.

“I don’t want you to do this because you feel bad,” he speaks softly. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it. It’s my fault, and I’ll pay the price.”

You protest. “No, I’m doing this because I want to-“

“It’s a big decision-“

“I know that, and I-“

“I hardly think you’ve thought through this carefully-“

“Don’t tell me what I haven’t done-“

“I’ll just move away. It’ll be easier for the both of us that way.”

“Jaemin,” you hiss, placing your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “Can you quit being so difficult? I’m telling you I want to be with you and your rejection is making me feel upset.”

His expression falls. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I don’t want to cage you in, that’s all.”

“You aren’t caging me in,” you promise him. “Can you tell me what being a mate entails?”

He flushes deep red, and you grow anxious once again. He removes his hands from your thighs and you silently wish he kept them there. He stands again, avoiding your questioning gaze.

“Um, well, technically- I mean, it’s just-“

“Jaemin,” you say sternly. “Stop dancing around the subject.”

He clears his throat. “Technically, we’re not fully mated yet. In order to complete the bonding process, we need to- um, well, we need to-“

“Jaemin!”

“We need to fuck!”

That definitely floors you. You blink at him, not believing what he said. You haven’t slept with anyone in months. You’re not going to lie — you’ve thought about Jaemin in that way a handful of times, mostly when it’s late at night and you’re left with an imaginative mind. You didn’t realize it could ever become a reality.

He starts rambling again. “Of course, I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I can’t imagine me putting my dick anywhere near you is appealing at the moment, so we can probably just forget it and-“

You say his name again to bring him out of his thoughts. “Can we try?”

He sputters, more than the last time. “W-What?”

“I mean, it can’t hurt, right? I trust you.”

“U-Uh, um, uh, I-“ He short circuits in front of you, struggling to find coherent words.

You don’t give him time to second guess again, immediately falling to your knees and reaching for the band of his sweatpants.

“Woah, woah, wait, let me just-“

Your mouth waters when you pull his cock out from his briefs, the tip already red and leaking. You don’t know if it’s because he’s an alpha, but his cock is absurdly large and thick. You can barely wrap your hand around the base and the thought of taking him into your mouth is daunting, but you would regret it if you didn’t try. You take an experimental lick, watching the way Jaemin struggles above you.

“Slow down, we don’t have to do this now-“

You ignore him again, enveloping the tip in your mouth as he releases a long groan. Your eyes flutter shut, pushing him deeper and deeper into your throat. You run your tongue along the base of his cock, licking and swallowing him. He’s barely holding on to the last string of his control, and you can tell by the way his hands are clenched at his sides.

You decide to push him further, casually deepthroating him and locking your gaze with his. The sound of you choking on him snaps him awake, and it isn’t long before he’s gripping your hair and throwing you on his bed. You squeal at the force of his movements. He pushes you on your stomach, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass.

He hisses in your ear. “You’re going to be a good girl for your alpha, aren’t you?”

“I’ll be good, alpha,” you keen. “I’m good for you.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, watching as you arch your back. “You’ve been waiting a long time for me, haven’t you?”

“So long,” you practically sob. “Just want my alpha to make me feel good.”

You hear the rip of your skirt and he tears the fabric of your top, tossing both items across the room. He’s feral at this point and you have no intention of stopping him. It feels electrifying to have him this close to you, touching you in all the places you never thought before.

Even though he’s your best friend, it feels as if he’s been doing this with you for years. He doesn’t feel like a stranger as he grabs your waist, finger running up and down your clothed slit.

“Aw, pretty girl, look at how wet you are for me,” he muses, pulling your underwear down to fully see you. “So beautiful. Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “All for you, just for you.”

You see stars when he sinks his finger into you, moaning at his touch. You hear him murmur behind you.

“So so perfect, so pretty and wet. You’re so good for your alpha.”

You flourish under Jaemin’s praises, his eyes observing as you submit further to him. You wish you read more on the subject of alphas and their mates. The way Jaemin’s touching you is sending your mind into overdrive, and you’re not even sure what to do when you hear the slick of your cunt as he slides another finger into you. He’s cooing at you, chanting how you’re such a ‘good girl’ for him.

You shut your eyes as he builds a steady pace with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot. You moan loudly, not registering the volume of your voice. He doesn’t seem to mind you being loud either.

“Such pretty noises,” he hums, digging his other hand into your side and picking up the pace inside of you. You cry and squirm away from him, but he holds you in place. “I imagined for so long what you would sound like. Full moons were the worst. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else being able to see you like this, touch you like this. You drove me insane.”

“J-Jaemin,” you whimper, getting closer and closer to snapping.

He hums again in response. “Almost there, sweet girl? You’re so pliant for me, so easy to fuck. But it’s all for me and only me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes, only for you, alpha,” you whisper, fingers gripping the sheets as you near the edge.

“Pretty little pussy you have, I can’t wait to knot you. You’re going to take my knot so well, aren’t you? I chose you to take it, and to stuff your cunt full of my cum. I wonder how I could fit my cock into you, you seem too small to take it, pretty girl.”

“I-I can t-take it,” you struggle to get the words out, your brain turning a bit fuzzy. Once he brushes your sweet spot again, your body explodes and you sob loudly at the intensity of your orgasm. Jaemin praises you throughout it, eyes locked on your cunt gushing into his palm.

“So pretty, such a pretty girl. You came so much for me.”

As you float down from your high, you can hear the sound of Jaemin greedily licking his fingers. You nearly scream when you feel his tongue prod at your pussy.

“No, n-no, Jaem, please-“ you begin to beg, squeamish from the overstimulation, but it’s useless. He loves the taste of your cunt already, digging in like it’s his last meal.

Your body begins to ache and you slowly sink down on the bed, tired of arching your back. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind, following you down as he slurps up your cunt. You’re mumbling incoherent noises as he sucks on your folds, and you can feel his smile when he plays with your clit.

“Alpha,” you whisper breathlessly. “Alpha, I can’t.”

He clicks his tongue. “I know you can. I chose you because you can. Take what I give you, pretty girl. I know you can be good for me.”

You lay there, boneless, as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You barely scream when your second orgasm rolls over you, the sound catching in your throat. He licks up the evidence and you try to wave your hand back to stop him. He gets the message, pulling back and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“You taste so sweet, pretty girl. I’ve never tasted a cunt that good before. All for me, right?”

“Yes,” you answer. “All for you, alpha.”

You hear him shifting behind you, and you see him toss his clothes over his shoulder. He picks you up and adjusts you until you’re seated on his lap, hovering just above his cock. He takes note of your sleepy gaze and smiles, kissing down your neck.

“Tired, sweet girl? Don’t want to take my cock anymore?”

You blearily blink. “No, no, I want to take your cock, alpha. Please give it to me.”

He chuckles at your compliance, eyes zeroing in on your glistening pussy. “You’ve been so good for me. Want your reward now?”

“Yes, yes, alpha.”

He suddenly turns serious, brushing your hair away and cupping your cheeks.

“This means forever. I want you to understand that.”

It’s a little frightening — the thought of being bound to someone forever. However, you’re willing to do anything for Jaemin, and you know he loves you. You’re blissfully happy at the thought of forever.

You nod, smiling. “Want to be with you, Jaem.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

Your smile quickly turns into a gasp as he pushes you down on his cock. You scramble in his hold, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He shushes you softly. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, trust me.”

Head thrown back and lips parted, you feel utterly fucked as Jaemin impales you. You weren’t even aware your cunt could stretch this far for him, taking him in. The stretch doesn’t hurt like you think it will, it feels surprisingly satisfying. You feel whole like this, finally connecting him to you.

Once he bottoms out, he gives you time to adjust. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes stray tears from your cheek.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl. Took my cock so well. I know you’ll take my knot like a champ too.”

You feel drunk on him despite the fact that his cock could split you in half. You take a few more seconds to yourself before you nod, giving him the okay to move.

He starts out gently, even though you can see him clenching his teeth trying to control himself. You decide to push him.

You lean in and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me good, alpha. Show me I’m yours, and yours only.”

He throws you back down onto the bed, growling at your submission. You cry when he drills into you, showing no mercy any longer. His cock is tearing you apart and you welcome it with open arms. His fingers dig roughly into your scalp, his other hand groping your breast.

“You like it when your alpha fucks you like this? You like it when I have control of you?” He practically growls at you, hips snapping into your thighs roughly. Your mouth hangs open, and if you were lucid, you would be embarrassed by the drool pooling at the side of your lips. He continues muttering obscenities at you, fueled by the feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around his cock. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anyone else. Every time you touch yourself, you’re going to think about me. Only me. I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine, make sure you’re pretty and pregnant for me.”

His fingers move from your breast into your mouth, and you subconsciously suck on the digits.

He snickers. “Look at you. Such a pretty fuck toy for me, taking my cock so well. You were made to be fucked, sweet girl. Made to take my cock and my cock only.”

You’re definitely out of coherent thoughts at this point. Jaemin flips you again, arching your back and you whimper at the ache. He drives into you harder and faster from behind, his balls slapping against your cunt in the most unholy way.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” you groan. “My alpha. So good, my alpha, so good. So big.”

“Need you to cum, sweet girl. Want to feel it. Give it to me, pretty girl.”

“Alpha, alpha,” you whimper, the coil in your stomach building and building. You soar when it snaps, and you swear you see white clouding your vision. You cry and cry, tears freely falling down your face as you clench around Jaemin.

You think you pass out for a few seconds. When you regain your strength, he’s flipped you on your side, gripping your ankle as he throws your foot over his shoulder. You let him do whatever he wants at this point, enjoying the way he presses against your clit every time he pushes in.

You can only hear parts of what he’s saying, a ringing sound still echoing in your ears.

“So good- such a pretty cunt- want to fuck you forever- going to show you off- beautiful- fucking pretty pussy- such a good girl for me.”

“J-Jaem,” you say, but you know he can’t hear you anymore. You think you have another orgasm, but the pleasure is mixing together too fast. You blackout again, waking up moments later to find Jaemin still fucking you senseless.

You’re on your back again with Jaemin hovering over you, pressing kisses down your neck. He’s muttering praises still, hands digging into your sides.

“Want to feel you forever. So good for me, pretty girl. You ready to take my knot?”

You lazily comb your fingers through his hair, feeling exhausted. “Please, alpha, give it to me.”

“Yeah?” He groans, pressing harder into you. “Want me?”

“I want you, I want you,” you echo, the familiar sensation pulsing through your veins.

He’s drilling faster now, pumping furiously into you as he chases his high. You think you’re screaming, but you can’t be entirely sure. You feel bad for whoever lives on Jaemin’s floor.

When he cums, you swear he’s been holding it in for years. His cum splashes against your walls as he empties himself inside of you. You squeeze around him again, finishing another orgasm.

It’s a few minutes later when you think it’s finally over. You start to relax, but the feeling is short lived. You sob when the base of Jaemin’s cock begins to swell, growing bigger and bigger.

“N-No, no, no, no-“

He shushes you. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You take my knot so well, I have so much cum for you.”

You swear you’ve lost your mind when Jaemin does, in fact, give you even more of his cum. It starts to leak out of your cunt because of the sheer amount, and he urges you through it with soft kisses. When he’s finally done, you feel like you’ve been fucked into the next century.

The only thing you can manage to say is, “You can’t fuck me again for three months, at least.”

He laughs at you and you try to throw him a serious look. He kisses your cheek.

“Oh, silly girl. What did I tell you before? I chose you because you’re made for me. You honestly don’t think I’m going to stop fucking you now, do you?”

Your eyes widen at his confession, and you shriek when he thrusts into you, his cock still hard.

“Such a pretty girl.”

[treasure-hwa]

track 5. SOMEONE'S SOMEONE

feat: yeosang x fem reader

release date: february 10th 2022

genre: fluff

word count: 1165

author's note: I'm gonna be honest and say I don't know what I'm doing on this series anymore ksjsksk five more to go! Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated, even if it's only an emoji on the notes :D thanks and enjoy!

All About Luv Day Masterlist

In a world where love was overestimated, the man was tired of waiting and questioning and defending himself about why he was a single 22-year-old man. Most of the people around him had already had at least one love experience, but not him, not in his childhood, not in his teen years and not now, in his early adulthood years.

It bothered him, of course. He wanted to be able to take part in the conversations about relationships properly, however all he had to offer was advice he couldn't know if it truly worked.

— Don't mind him. Our Yeosangie has never even kissed — once, his best friend from seven years cooed, exposing him to the rest of the group.

— Just shut up — Yeosang rolled his eyes and pushed Wooyoung aside, who was laughing.

— Is that true? Not even a peck or something? — the tallest friend, Yunho, asked, chuckling.

— Guys, what's wrong with that, huh? — Hongjoong stepped in and patted Yeosang's back. The man knew the other wouldn't say something nice and he was… — Does that make him less of a man than us? Maybe a little, but that's nothing big!

Right.

— Leave the boy alone — Seonghwa warned, but his tone was much softer than warning. — Yeosang, don't worry about what these losers are talking about. If it helps, everybody has someone for them in this world, like, soulmates, you know? It's just a matter of time for you to meet them.

— It's easy for you to say! — Wooyoung shouted (at this point, everybody was aware of the fact the man didn't know how to speak in a normal tone) — You have a girlfriend who's basically your fiancee after so many years of dating!

Seonghwa smiled dreamily, nodding.

— Yeah, I can't live without her. I should propose soon.

— Woah! You're really doing that?

But there wasn't time for Seonghwa to go into details — again — about how his girlfriend was his soulmate, because the university bell rang, meaning the students should go back to their classes.

On the way, Yeosang's head was immersed in confronting thoughts, it was as if he was having a complete debate between him and himself. Love is overestimated, he repeated once more. What was so nice about exchanging saliva or being too close to another person? He would never understand it. Did he want it though? Well, maybe, but how long until he meets this super special person? And how long could it even last? It could be like Seonghwa's relationship or like Wooyoung's flings. Enough! This super special person, this soulmate everybody has, wasn't real and he was okay with it. Was him? Stop it!

He was determined to forget all about this love topic, and classes on that period required his full attention.

The next week, however, that proved to be a hard task, because she arrived and turned his world upside down in little time. She was the new student in his class and seemed embarrassed while introducing herself and while walking to the free desk beside Yeosang's. The girl bowed quickly to him, but he didn't return the act as he was stunned by her appearance and the way her presence changed the air in the room. Was it his heart beating faster?!

Later, when the teacher gave them a project to work on in pairs, he, trying to be a kind classmate, invited her to be his pair. She accepted and he didn't want to admit, but her thankful smile made his cheeks feel just a little bit warmer.

As strange as it may sound, the warm feeling on his cheeks didn't go away for the whole week, during which the pair had to meet everyday in the library to research for the project. In the middle of writing notes on notebooks and typing pages and pages on an online document, they got to know more about each other: where they were from, why they were studying what they were studying, what they liked and disliked and it went as far as asking about families and setting up a date for a coffee meeting on the next day. The last one happened on Friday after studying, their faces gave out how exhausted they were, but Yeosang swore he could spend another hour just talking to the woman, so they decided on seeing each other once again the next day.

He had never met someone like her, who had so much in common with him, to the point they would laugh about the same things in the same way. Even if they tried, they couldn't hide the fact they were having a crush on each other, especially with the way they would sigh in love every time they thought about each other.

On Saturday afternoon, despite the snow, Yeosang got to the cafeteria before the time, showing how anxious the man was to be meeting the woman outside the university environment.

— Yeosang! I'm here!

She waved and ran to him, smiling, despite being full of white dots over her hair and clothes. His eyes widened as she came closer and he could make out the effects of the cold on her skin.

— Where's your beanie and your scarf?! You can catch a cold! — he took off his own scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

— I know, but I forgot them at home. Thank you for lending me yours though — she unconsciously lowered her face on the scarf to smell it.

— Don't mention it — he smiled small and watched the snow falling from her hair, some getting caught by her eyelashes.

Almost as an instinct, he swiped the sleeve of his sweater on her face gently and caressed the snow out of her hair. As surprising for her as it was, it seemed right at the moment to be so close and for him to be treating her with such care. Through the layers of clothes, both could feel their heartbeat increasing in pace and intensity and there was no more hiding or lying to themselves, they knew the reason for the change.

— Thanks — she whispered and his eyes concentrated on her dry lips, just as hers were concentrated on his gentle and loving eyes.

He nodded slowly, fixing the scarf on her.

— Yeosang.

He hummed, having finished his "job", but she didn't finish her sentence neither did what was going through her mind. Better leave that for when their mouths would be sweetened.

— It's cold, let's go in. I'll buy you coffee.

Without noticing, he took her hand and gasped at how cold it was, rubbing it in his as the woman, giggling, opened the door with her free hand for them.

In a world where love was overestimated, the man was loving and being loved, even if they hadn't fully understood it yet.

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the law of attraction: de minimis

a quackity x reader law school au

part one, chapter two

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“Now turn to your left and say hi to your partner, the person your significant other will hate, after you blow them off on Valentines day to do voir dire.”

Alex chuckles, the sound drawing your gaze right over to him. You sigh dramatically, but can’t help yourself from letting a fond smile take over your features.

“Figure it’s time to introduce myself,” Alex quips, holding out a hand invitingly. “Alex.”

“Yeah,” you say, as you take his hand and shake it. He is warm, and your hand fits perfectly in his. “I picked up on that.”

“You will each work in teams of two within larger groups. I will assign you into a group. Each group will have a defense and a prosecution. You do not get to choose which side you represent. You do not get to choose your client. You do not get to choose the crime.” The professor rakes his eyes across the room of students. They all, including you, are silent and sitting attentively. “The only thing you get to choose is how well you represent your client, whether your client be the accused, or the state.”

Beside you, Alex lets out a low sigh, almost a whistle. His knee is bouncing, the black fabric of his track pants bunching up around his knee with the movement. You want to reach out and straighten it, fix the three white stripes running parallel down the side.

“You may know this: the university is granted a courtroom at the William Kunstler Courthouse for academic use. When you leave this room in a few moments, you’ll find informative packets on my desk.” The silver-haired man grabs a heavy stack of papers, and spreads them out on his desk like a dealer spreading a stack of cards. “Take one. It contains all the information you need to win your case, and pass this class.”

Your breath catches in your throat- you had a feeling this was coming.

“If you lose your case,” your professor says. “You will receive a maximum of a B+ in my class. If you win, you are guaranteed an A.”

The static sound of unsettled murmuring steadily rises in the echoey lecture room. You glance over at Alex, who is leaning back in his chair, legs crossed casually. He’s fiddling with one of the hoodie strings that hangs from his collar.

“This mock trial will work as any other real case. Your jury consists of freshmen students in a jury studies elective. They have no knowledge about this case, and you should treat them not as students, but as ordinary citizens when you go through voir dire.”

Alex huffs a laugh again, a little noise that is quickly becoming very familiar to you. “Explains why he went over voir dire for three hours last week.”

Despite the anxiety thrumming through your veins, you nod in accordance. Your fingers thread and twist through each other, the poor ring on your index finger falling victim to your fiddling. You pull it off your finger and twirl it around in your lap, the metal warmed from your body heat even if you feel more frigid than not.

“A real judge will be presiding over your case. Kissing up to them by bringing them a gift basket and ‘thanking them for their time’ is not frowned upon, but it is not effective. They are the only truly impartial ones in that courtroom, most of the time.”

With every word out of your professor’s mouth, you feel your exhaustion growing.

Isn’t this what you want to do? Isn’t this what… everyone here wants to do, for the rest of their lives?

You look to Alex. He’s looking at the professor with bright enough eyes, but the bags underneath them tell a different story, the skin taking on a bluish tint. His relaxed posture, his crossed arms with his fingers tucked into his own sides, the confident yet also unreadable expression he tends to wear still constant as ever. He looks like he knows something you don’t, and that should scare you.

You slide the ring back onto your finger and fold your hands atop your desk.

“The only difference from a real trial is that you have more prep time, and that you have your partner to help you with your side of the case. Both of you will be present in court, choosing jurors, delivering opening arguments, questioning witnesses, presenting evidence and arguments, and, yes, delivering your closing statements. You better get comfortable with your partner. Your futures rest in each other’s hands.”

You think you feel a headache coming on. You’re about to put your entire future, the fate of your entire career, in the warm hands of someone who is, at this point, just this side of total stranger. That should scare you.

“Everyone take a packet on your way out. I suggest you get coffee or a meal with your partner in the time you would spend in this class on an ordinary day. Information about Wednesday’s class is in the packet. We are meeting at the courthouse.” The professor spreads his arms wide, an enthusiastic grin suddenly spreading over his face, looking as out of place as a daisy on a sidewalk full of snow. “Welcome to real criminal procedure. Class is dismissed.”

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“Here, before I go.” Alex’s voice pulls you out of your stupor with a gentle hand on your upper arm. You think you can feel the warmth seeping into your chilled skin through the thick fabric of your coat. You look down at where his hand rests on you, his skin a beautiful contrast to the dark red of your coat. Then, you notice his other hand- holding out a post-it note. “My number. I’m really sorry, I have to go- I have a thing to do for a friend- but, are you free this afternoon for lunch, maybe? We can get to know each other a bit before we start spending hours together each day.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you force out, the teasing normally coming naturally, but today it feels like speaking around a rock in your throat. “Um- you have to go?”

“Yeah, sorry, it’s a- work thing.”

“I thought you said it was for a friend?”

“It is- look, it’s complicated, I’m sorry. I promise, you can have me as soon as I’m done, I’ll call the minute we’re done.” His furrowed brows stab at your resolve, the questioning facade you put up disappearing like a melted snowflake.

Taking the post-it from his outstretched hand, you carefully fold it into quarters and slip it into the pocket of your slacks. Before you do, you catch a glimpse of a little :] scrawled at the end of the string of numbers.

“What makes you think I want you?” you quip back after a moment.

His face falls for a moment, before he gets the joke and his brown eyes spark back up with the intensity of a firework. An unapologetic laugh bubbles up from his chest, an addicting sound that you feel echoing in your own chest, as well throughout as the high-ceilinged lecture hall.

“I’ll grab you a packet,” you say, nodding your chin at the table at the front of the room that has assembled a bit of a crowd around it. “Go, get your thing done.”

“You- thank you!” Alex grins, his hand on your arm squeezing in some sort of a thank-you before he leaps to his feet and grabs his binder. “I’ll see you soon- promise.”

“Promise,” you nod seriously, holding up your pinky.

You don’t expect him to turn on his heel and link his own finger with yours, pulling your hand tight against his for a moment before nodding with an enthusiasm entirely inappropriate for the situation. Then, he is actually gone, with his green jacket slung over an arm and the papers in his binder fluttering as he whisks out the door.

You notice that the frost in the windows had cleared when you see him jog across the street. He crosses just in time for a gust of wind to threaten to tear off his beanie- he slaps a hand down on top of his head, unruly black strands curling around the edges of the hat as he disappears around a crowded street-corner.

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You sit yourself down in the library with a pen, a highlighter, and a steaming cup of coffee from the campus coffee shop. For midmorning on a Monday, the library is packed. Most of the students are windblown and dusted with snowflakes, their jackets pulled tightly around their shoulders as they seek out shelter from the horrible weather to chat with friends, classmates, and partners.

One of the only open tables rests right in the corner, sandwiched between two wide windows. You find why it’s empty very quickly, the thin glass doesn’t do much to stop the icy air from leaking in. Regardless, you shoulder your messenger bag onto an empty chair before setting yourself up in the chair farthest from the window. The packets you’d grabbed from your professor had taken a bit of a beating in the trek here, both dotted with little spots of water from stray, melting snowflakes.

Wincing as you smooth the packets out with your hand, you carefully wipe away an ink smudge that one particularly big snowflake had created. The words “de minimis” are smudged out, at least you think that’s what had been there, considering the following sentence.

A court of law is focused on the smallest things. Arguments are described as de minimis, as in, having their foundation built upon the smallest of things. One partial fingerprint is enough to seal someone’s sentence. One word misspoken is enough to cause a mistrial. One sentence too far is enough to get yourself held in contempt. The smallest things seal fates and shape lives, in law as in life.

You take your pen and carefully scrawl in de minimis onto the dampened paper.

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