#// ooc. sorry hiroto—

[ask-endokaze]

Endou: s... Sakka...

Hiroto: awww hes dreaming about soccer~

Kazemaru: I told you to leave.

[crystalmarred]

short starter for @oathofpromises ;;

Disapproval. That is the easiest shade to read in the complicated twist of emotions visible in the crease of D'lhen's brow or his pursed lips. Though conventionally quite attractive, the man before him reeked of a man barely put together and D'lhen was not like his cousin. He was not like D'tykha who would find empathy in the face of whatever tragedy might have given rise to this man's nature.

Blunt was D'lhen's way. Forward with little care if it bothered the people around him. He cared little for sparing people's feelings, lest they were his partner or the baby cousin he'd recently reunited with.

So absolutely no one ought to be surprised that when he approached this too-tall man that he had yet to formally meet and asked, "Are you the one sleeping with my cousin?"

[oathofpromises]

All my life, my existence has plummeted into a dark void. I felt like in an instant that everything I cherished would eventually wither away. It had happened so many times before, but, oh, how wrong I was.

[ao3feed-assassin-class]

Nagisa Pranks the Group Chat: Dear Future Husband

Nagisa Pranks The Group Chat: Dear Future Husband by amuhseen

Fuwa Yuzuki: It's lunch break Fuwa Yuzuki: And I'm bored so I need you to spice things up Shiota Nagisa: ???? Fuwa Yuzuki: I need you to lyric prank the group chat Shiota Nagisa: Oh, okay sure Fuwa Yuzuki: Really? Shiota Nagisa: I've got nothing better to do and I'm stuck in bed Shiota Nagisa: What song should I do though? Fuwa Yuzuki: Oh this is going to be awesome…

Words: 2132, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Fuwa Yuzuki, Sugino Tomohito, Kayano Kaede, Okajima Taiga, Maehara Hiroto, Hara Sumire, Isogai Yuuma, Terasaka Ryouma, Kimura Masayoshi, Mimura Kouki, Okano Hinata, Kurahashi Hinano, Yada Touka

Relationships: Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa, Shiota Nagisa & Sugino Tomohito, Class 3-E & Shiota Nagisa, Fuwa Yuzuki & Shiota Nagisa, Nakamura Rio & Shiota Nagisa, Hara Sumire & Shiota Nagisa, Shiota Nagisa & Everyone

Additional Tags: Texting, Chatting & Messaging, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, i didn't involve everyone bc how the hell can i write 24 characters, sorry for cursing your eyes with this, if you're asking what this is, i don't even know myself, I just watched a bunch of Haikyuu Text vids and said why not give it a try, and then this atrocity was made, So yeah, characters may be ooc

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27451498

[scarasbaby]

°•↱ YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ANYMORE ↲•°

º• Pairing ↱ Bakugou x GN!Reader

º• Genre ↱ Fluff, Angst

º• Summary ↱ After going through multiple toxic relationships you avoid the subject until Bakugou confesses to you, and after accepting with a few conditions everything goes smoothly until one certain event

º• Warning ↱ Mention of ab*sive and toxic relationships, Cursing cause Bakugou, Bakugou is slightly OOC

º• Y/N: Your name, N/N: Nickname

You were never lucky when it came to relationships, most of them being toxic. But your last relationship in middle school made you just give up on finding love.

So there you were, in your first year of UA and hadn't been in a single relationship ever since, too scared that it might be the end of your love life. At first you tried to focus on your studies and hero training not really trusting people often. Until you moved into the dorms and actually started to interact with your classmates and made some friends along the way.

Your first surprisingly being Bakugou, as loud and rude he was he was a good person, of course a little closed of at first but he opened up with time. Everything was going great until Bakugou had asked you to follow him outside the dorms one night near the end of the year. What you didn't expect was him confessing to you, but you didn't know what to do. You wanted to give Bakugou a chance but still, you didn't trust the whole thing fully.

Luckily for you after you told him that you didn't have good relationships in the past -Not really specifying them being toxic or ab*sive- He agreed that it would start off simple, just so you could get used to it and trust him, and for so long he kept his promise. Greeting you with a light pat on the head, holding hands if you are comfortable with it, after a while kissing your forehead or cheek, nothing too much or to intense to scare you off. And that went on for a year, you for once felt comfortable in a relationship, you felt safe.

It was now the school festival of your second year and you just wanted to spend some fun time with your friends and boyfriend, and gladly everything went smoothly till the end if the day. You were now cleaning after the event your class held at the end of the day with your friends, chatting and making jokes, you walked away to dump somethings into a trash bin when you noticed a group of people chatting in front of the school gates.

One of the guys looked in your direction and smirked, you immediately recognized it and your hands started to tremble a little. It was your last ex -And the worst of them all- From middle school. He then began to walk up to you still having that evil smirk on his face. "Hey Y/N!! Haven't seen you in a while, How's life treating ya?" He spoke, standing right in front of you. You took a deep breath trying to calm down your trembling limbs before you spoke "What do you want Hiroto?" you gave him a dark glare trying to give him a hint to leave you alone "aww, is that how you treat an old friend?" he spat the last word out reaching a hand to grip your shoulder.

Tears started to form in the corner your eyes as his grip slightly tightened "How about we go out sometime? To catch up a little?" His voice was filled with venom, you were trying to pull away when you felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you from the grip of Hiroto. "I think the fuck not. Now back of you moron" you look up to see Katsuki giving Hiroto his famous angry death glare. "And how might you be you wannabe hero?" Hiroto spat at Katsuki and you could see the anger building up in his eyes but he didn't respond.

Katsuki lets go of your waist and grabs your hand gently and pulling you away from the scene. After reaching a private place he let go of your hand and looked at you, his gaze softer than before "Sorry, I didn't mean to step you boundaries by grabbing your waist like that, Are you ok-" His sentence was cut off but you wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, burying your face in his chest.

He sighed wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you closer as you cried. After you calmed down he took you back to the dorms and up to his room "how the hell was that guy?" he asked with a gentle voice, one he always used around you. You stayed silent not sure if you should tell him about your ex.

After sitting down on his bed you buried your face in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He started to panic once he heard you whimper lightly and felt you tremble in his arms. "Hey you don't have to tell me now, just relax ok?" He tightens his hold on your waist, rubbing his hand on your lower back trying to calm you down.

After your sobs died down and the shaking stopped he pulled away slightly to look at your face. "Better?" You only nodded before speaking again. "The guy from earlier is my... he's my ex from middle school" your voice was low, scared. But you trusted Katsuki, and it was only fair that you tell him about your past relationships.

Katsuki listened to every word you said, and he couldn't believe that people could be such bastards. His embrace tightening every time he felt you shake or tremble a little, whipping any stray tears that fall from your eyes. Once you told him everything he pulled you into a hug, running his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to worry anymore. Those assholes won't lay a finger on you ever again, and if they do then they'll have to deal with the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, and who do you think will win?" He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, then pulled away to pepper your face with kisses.

You giggled due to the action, trying to push him away. "K-katsuki! it tickles!!" He just chuckles and finishes with a last peck to your nose. He then leans forward and presses his forehead against yours "Thanks Katsuki" You mumble as your eyelids get heavier, his presence giving you comfort as you fall asleep with your head on his chest.

[beneathtreemomo]

For the character thing!! Yukimura Hyouga, Gouenji, Kidou, OH and that guy, Fidio Aldena, was his name? Along with Fudou. (I have to run and sleep, so goodnight ^_^)

Night night hun! Sleep well and talk to you tomorrow/later today! The rest are under the cut!Yukimura Hyouga:     How I feel about this character: He is a precious smol snow leopard cub with a mischievous streak a mile wide by the time he turns 15 and I will fight canon for his backstory and give him the best one possible in fanfic where he is loved and just grumpy instead of betrayed and hurt like too many kids in this series are. (in short: PRECIOUS BABY WILL LOVE AND PROTECT)     All the people I ship romantically w/ him: Never actually crossed my mind to ship him with anyone (probably because in Yoru’s universe he’s still 5 and hasn’t had to deal with it yet xD) BUT I read your fic and now I will gladly ship him with Itetsuki because the way you write them is pure adorable.     Non-romantic OTP w/ him: I am a firm shipper of Hyogua & Hakuren, Hyouga & Healing, and Hyouga & Fubuki bros. Just soft healthy platonic relationships all around :3     Unpopular Opinion of him: ?????? I don’t know?????? I’m not into fandom stuff idk what their opinions of him are xD. I guess mine is that he had a childhood crush on Fubuki that later turned into him putting him on a pedestal. Like, the type of crush that your friend’s little sibling or the kid you babysit has where they insist they’ll marry you when they’re older. Not an actual romantic crush during his teens. And then he ended up transitioning from a crush to hero-worship since Fubuki is probably the first adult to believe in him/ see his potential in a long time. So that would lead to him feeling betrayed when Fubuki suddenly disappears off the grid w/o so much as a goodbye.     One thing I wish had happened in canon: LITERALLY ANY BACKSTORY PAST SHIROU TRAINING HIM. ACTUAL INTERACTIONS BETWEEN HIM AND HIS TEAM. MORE OF HIM AND HIS TEAM AFTER THE MATCH WITH RAIMON.

Gouenji Shuuya     How I feel about him: Cool loner boi with a heart of gold and daddy issues who isn’t actually a loner and would die or kill for his friends and family and I would gladly be his friend if I met him. Hopefully. If not friends I’d still have mad respect for the kid if he just let down some of those walls.     Romance ships: Honestly the only romantic ship I can get behind with him is Shirou because A) Fire and Ice, B) they compliment each other so well, and C) THE CHEMISTRY. Like, they’re just perfect for each other in a way that’s so subtle but so caring and it’s really hard for me to see either of them with anyone else after it.     Non-romantic ships: Break Trio, Gouenji & Yuuka (loving sibling relationship ftw!), Gouenji & Toramaru. I don’t really know what else to say, I love their dynamics, I just don’t see them as more than friends xD And again: HEALTHY LOVING SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS FOR THE WIN     Unpopular Opinion: ….. another I don’t know, I’m afraid xD Even more so since I don’t have a single clue what fanon even does to him, really. I guess... that maybe when the situation call for it he shows more than a tick of a smile? Like, it’s probably OoC but I feel like if he needs to talk to someone about something super important (like, for instance, Shirou’s mental breakdown after Okinawa) he’d end up expressing a lot more than he lets on. He may keep his emotions from showing on his face, but I feel like he’d accidentally let more slip in both expression and tone if he’s focused on something else.     One thing in canon: More of his struggle in his stay w/ Hijitaka would have been nice. Especially with the younger kids! Gouenji’s so soft with kids, it’s adorable!Kidou Yuuto     How I feel about him: Eh, he’s ok I guess xD Honestly can’t even think of a silly thing to say about him even though I know there are plenty out there. He’s just... not that spectacular to me. Don’t get me wrong-- he’s really cool! A really good strategist and his struggles with coming out from under Kageyama’s control make for an interesting character! He’s just not a fav or a character I feel strongly about.     Romance ships: Wow this is really showing my one-track “faves only” brain because I honestly never thought about it???? I guess maybe I can see something with Sakuma? But honestly I can’t see him or don’t really want to see him romantically with any of the characters.     Non-romantic: Break Trio, Kidou & Teikoku, Kidou & Otonashi, Kidou & Fudou. Some nice deep friendships and another healthy sibling relationship after they’ve been separated for at least a few years? Heck yeah, sign me up!     Unpopular Opinion: Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if me not finding him all that amazing is an unpopular opinion xD I don’t even know why I’m not a fan of him, but I’m not! *shrugs* just happened to be the way the cards fell, I guess.     One thing in canon: Uhhh more home life outside of the team? Him and Otonashi starting to reconnect outside of school would have been nice. *gasp* it would have been awesome to see him hanging out with Teikoku casually after he transfered to Raimon!Fideo Ardena     How I feel: He’s a cutie! I love how he’s so interesting in Endou (and by proxy, InaJapan) and honestly while I wasn’t super interested in other teams the first time I watched Inazuma Eleven, after nearly a decade and actually getting a friend who’s from Italy, it made me so dang happy to see him! I was just like “Hey!!! He’s from ‘Milla’s country!!! Yay go Fideo!!!” and idk I’ve had a soft spot for him since xD     Romance ships: Another don’t have ‘em character, sorry xD I guess I can see him having a bit of a crush on Endou, but also feel free to ask me this again once his appearances in the show are fresh in my mind xD     Non-romantic ships: Fideo & Orpheus and Fideo & Rushe! A shame they weren’t close in the anime; I would have liked to see that.     Unpopular Opinion: N/A; I don’t know enough about fanon or about him to give an opinion, sorry xD     One thing in canon: HIS! RELATIONSHIP! WITH! RUSHE! were they actual siblings? how did they meet? WHY WAS HE THE ONE SHE WAS CLOSE TO IN THE GAME. WHY NOT ORPHEUS IN GENERAL?!Fudou Akio     How I feel: He is a little gremlin who acts like being mean and angry at everyone is fun but actually he’s just a prickly pear cactus protecting himself from others in case he gets hurt again and while he’s a jerk he’s actually super cool and his jerk-ness is acceptable. (in short: *in the tune of He’s A Tramp* he’s a jerk but I like him)     Romance ships: Don’t have any! He’s too prickly with everyone xD I mean, him and Kidou are cute but I can’t see it as romantic as it’s too near “well, I guess you aren’t as much of a jerk as I thought, but I still can’t trust you” for me. Sure, they work out their differences, but idk it’s too hard to see as romantic xD     Non-romantic: Kidou & Fudou, Fudou & Teikoku, Fudou & OG Hiroto, basically everyone who went “Oh come ON” since they weren’t stuck in the past w/ him and the others were screwing up perfectly reachable passes when Fudou was finally allowed to play in a match in FFI.     Unpopular Opinion: another N/A, sorry!     One thing in canon: I would have loved to actually see him trying to form friendships instead of always being a loner? Like, he gets close enough to them to be friends eventually, but we never actually get to see it? And that makes me a little sad. All we really see is him kinda pushing the others away while saying slightly less mean things to them and him and Kidou coming to an understanding, and idk I just feel like seeing him interacting more with the team off field w/o someone getting a bit mad or disgruntled would have been nice.Thank you for asking about these guys!

[karindalayson]

"Cold Hands Cold Heart"*

*An idea for a title created by Tai aka @miss-shiota so.. XD

Theoretically it is a HaiHiro story, about Hiroto who was sick and about Haizaki who took care about him. But they are OOC, very OOC XD

It isn't yaoi or shounen-ai (I'm not sure about this second XD)

Also, so sorry about all mistakes 😅 My English is dead and my writing sucks, I know 😅

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it~ or at least you won't kill me XD

Oh, and be prepared... This thing has 1595 wordsss XD

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Hiroto woke up with a terrible headache. He tried to move but every part of his body hurt. Kira opened his eyes but he was blined by light and closed them immediately. The boy pulled his blanket and covered himself under it more. He was sick. Really sick. The only thing which he wanted to do was die. His throat hurt, eyes didn't want to open again and he was almost able to feel how temperature of his body is growing.

"Wake up, idiot! We have a morning practice in twenty minutes," said Haizaki with an ignorance in his voice.

"Leave me in peace," murmured Hiroto and turned over.

"Tch, it's not my business what you are going to do," snarled Ryouhei.

"So go to hell and let me sleep," wanted to say Hiroto but his voice cracked and he started coughing. Haizaki looked at him surprised.

"Are you sick?" He asked.

"You shouldn't be interested in me!" Kira tried to his voice sounds serious but he couldn't stop coughing. "Now, go away!"

Gray haired boy shrugged and went out from the room. Hiroto stayed alone. A few minutes later, which seem to have been an eternity for him, cough stopped but after that his body hurt even more. Kira closed his eyes trying to hold back tears, however without effect.

The evening.

Hiroto stayed in bed whole day. Most of the time he was alone but Tatsuya and others came a few times to see how is he feeling. Someone brought him a dinner but he didn't want to eat and even if he would like to do it, he was too weak to get up. Hiroto heard steps. Haizaki entered the room and stand in front of Kira's bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly but still emotionless.

"Don't act as if you were interested in it." This time Hiroto's voice sounded even weaker than in the morning.

"Maybe I'm not interested in your health," said Ryouhei angrily and clenched his fists in order not to hit his roommate, "but since we share this room I have to be a little friendly to you because Kidou is mad at me if I'm not."

"So are you doing it only for Kidou's sake? You are trying to be nice for me only because of him! Stop it. I don't need your fake help!" yelled Hiroto ignoring a pain in his chest.

"I only asked… You needn't be so mean for me" murmured Haizaki.

"Why did you even do it?!" shouted Kira and got up but regretted it immediately. He was hit by pain even more than before. The boy started coughing again but this time he wasn't almost able to catch a breath. "We are not friends! You haven't to be concerned about me!"

Hiroto embraced himself trying to overcome the pain

"Calm down, you idiot" Haizaki came to the bed and sit on the edge of it. He tried to lay his hands on Kira's shoulders but a boy pushed them away.

"Don't touch me!" He screamed but it caused only more pain and the tears which appeared into his eyes.

"Okay, okay, but calm down" Haizaki took his hands back, however he was still sitting on Hiroto's bed. After a few minutes a boy stopped coughing and fell on his pillow. Haizaki was looking at him a few seconds and went on to lay his hand on Kira's forehead in order to check his temperature.

"Don't touch me," whispered Hiroto weakly but this time he even didn't move.

"You have an awful fever," said Haizaki. "Maybe should I go to coach and ask him to call doctor or something?"

"It's not needed," replied boy with sigh and put his hand on Ryouhei's fingers. "Your hand is so cold… as same as your heart."

"What do you mean?" Haizaki looked at him surprised but then he realized that Hiroto has a big fever and everything what he is doing and speaking is weird probably because of it.

"I mean it what you've heard." Kira held Haizaki's hand and moved it from his forehead to the cheek. "You hand is so cold and it's pleasured...

"My hand isn't cold!" said Ryouhei trying to break his hand free. "Your forehead is warm!"

"You're probably right," whispered Hiroto quietly but he still didn't want to let Haizaki's hand.

"Can you give me my hand back?" asked the second boy with irritation. "If you want to have something cold I will bring you an ice pack or a wet towel."

In this moment Kira realized what he was doing all the time and threw a hand from his face.

"You can do what you want," he murmured.

Haizaki stood up and sent him a look. His face was red and sweaty because of high fever. Pink eyes were swollen and under them were signs after tears. Curly hair was more disheveled than usual.

"You look really horrible," concluded Haizaki but his voice wasn't as mean as always. It was more friendly and… maybe even worried?

"I'm sick. I can look horrible," responded Kira and closed his eyes "but you always look horrible even without it.

"You're an asshole." Haizaki turned round and went out from the room.

Before he had came back Hiroto fell asleep. Ryouhei sit on the bed and put wet towel on Kira's forehead. A relief appeared on sleeping boy's face.

"Why didn't you ask anyone about it before, you idiot" said Haizaki quietly in order not to wake up his roommate.

"I didn't want anyone help," responded curly haired boy. He opened his eyes and looked at Ryouhei. "I never needed it."

"Tch. You're so stubborn."

"As same as you."

"I'm not stubborn!" Haizaki's voice became louder. "You're the one who is!"

"No, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you're."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you ar…"

Their arguing was interrupted by Hiroto's cough.

"You shouldn't talk so much. You'd better shut up and take some rest!"

"You won't tell me what to do!" shouted or more tried to shout Kira because he started coughing again.

"I said that you're stubborn… and idiot," murmured Haizaki and stood up.

"You're an idiot too and you're even greater idiot than me," claimed Hiroto but he laid on his pillow more comfortable and pulled his blanket. "Wait, where are you going?"

"To take a shower? I had a practice," said Haizaki and looked at his roommate like he was an idiot. "And you should go to sleep before I come back."

"Stop ordering me."

Ryouhei ignored what Hiroto said and went to the bathroom.

He came back after a few minutes and saw that Hiroto was still awake.

"You dumb, I said you that you should go to sleep."

"I can't," responded Kira quietly. "It's hurting too much.

"What do you mean? What is hurting you? asked Haizaki and came to bed.

"Everything?"

"So, do you want me to give you same medicines?"

"It's not needed."

"Stop saying such ridiculous things like that. It's NEEDED. There's no point suffering." Haizaki came to the table and started looking for medicines. "What a nuisance... Do you always act like that when you're sick?"

Hiroto didn't say anything. He was laying with his eyes staring at ceiling.

"I don't know… I never was sick before…," he responded quietly.

"It's probably reason why you are doing and speaking weird things. Your body isn't used to this condition," stated Ryouhei. He found a medicine and then brought a glass of water. "Can you get up?"

"Of course, I…" Hiroto tried to move up but he fell back on the bed "can't… What is with this body? What is with me? What…"

When he was speaking Haizaki helped him to get up and gave him medicines.

"Stop talking and swallow it."

Kira did it without objection what was surprisingly. Suddenly he felt very tired and unconsciously leaned on Haizaki's chest.

"Don't you think that a pillow is more comfortable than me? Or maybe you want to check if my heart is really as same cold as my hand?" asked Ryouhei but he didn't pushed the boy away.

"I only… I didn't want to… I.. " stuttered Hiroto laying back on bed. His face become more red than before because of shame which he had felt.

"I don't mind," said Haizaki and got up looking at his rival. "But now, you definitely should go to sleep. This medicine will work in around ten minutes."

"Yes yes, master. I will do everything what you want." said Kira who seem to have started feeling so much better.

Haizaki looked at him with consternation.

"I hope you will get better tomorrow. You're unbearable when you're sick."

"Thank you, I do my best." Hiroto smiled weakly. Haizaki ignored what Hiroto said and sit on his bed.

"Anyway... Haizaki… I…I want to…," Kira began speaking but cut off and started stare at ceiling.

"What do you wanted to say?"

"Nothing," said boy quickly but after a few seconds he started again. "I wanted to tell you… Thank you for took care of me, Haizaki. And I'm sorry that I was so mean for you."

"It's not needed." Ryouhei looked at him confused. "You're really sick if you has started thanking and apologizing."

"Don't worry. Tomorrow everything will be as same as before."

"I hope." Haizaki turned off the light and laid in his bed. "If you will need something wake me up."

"Okay, thank you again"

"And stop thanking! It's starting to get weird. Good night."

"Nighty night."

The end~ Finally, isn't it?

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So... If you are here and if you read all this shit story.. I admire you 💖

Have a nice day!~

[oathofpromises]

"Are you even paying attention?" (Kijin to Hiroto, he's wearing one of his short skirt mayhaps 👀)

Hiroto was usually very focused on his surroundings, so for him to walk beside X’kijin and end up smashing into the pole was rather embarrassing. Rubbing his forehead, the white-haired male took a moment to try and gather his composure; already he could sense the white mage eyes lingering on his form. Would it be a lie to try and say he was okay despite the pounding headache he was now suffering? That's what he gets for letting his eyes wonder a little too much over X'kijin's current choice of outfit. The other was wearing a rather short skirt, so it left very little to the imagination. Placing a hand over his mouth, Hiroto took another deep breath.

'Are you even paying attention?'

Hiroto's ears shot up slightly at the statement; perhaps the other had already noticed how his eyes were wondering a bit too much during their walk. The two had only left the house to buy some ingredients for dinner. It shouldn’t have turned into anything bad but here he was tending to a bright red mark on his forehead. Slowly a faint flush spread across his face as they continued to walk back towards their house. How was the viper supposed to answer that without bluntly stating that he was so caught up staring at the others legs in that skirt?

“I got a little distracted,” Hiroto mumbled as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the key. He was attempting to conceal the fact that he wasn’t completely checking the other out particularly the white mage thighs. A part of Hiroto hoped, the other hadn’t noticed, but knowing X’kijin he had spotted that the moment the two left the house. Which meant the viper would be left to try and explain why he was so out of it himself.

It was a fact that X’kijin had a tendency to don skirts with many of his outfits, although this particular one appeared to be a bit shorter than the rest. Hiroto entered the kitchen and placed the bag of food on the counter. His ears flattened slightly, sensing X’kijin’s gaze fixed on him. It hadn’t wavered ever since he collided with that pole. Naturally, they attracted a few curious looks before hastily continuing on their way home.

Adding to the situation, Stella noticed Hiroto staring at X’kijin for an extended period the other day. She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, playfully nudging him in the chest and remarking that it was perfectly fine to gaze at his own boyfriend. Hiroto felt a slight blush creep onto his cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed that Stella openly referred to X’kijin as his boyfriend. Although they hadn’t been dating for very long, it was heartwarming to hear someone else acknowledge their relationship.

Just as Hiroto turned to say something to X’kijin, he couldn’t help but notice the mesmerizing way the skirt danced around his thighs as he turned. It captivated Hiroto, causing him to momentarily lose his train of thought. Biting his bottom lip, Hiroto playfully scooped X’kijin up over his shoulder before proceeding down the hallway. X’kijin, in response, jokingly commented about being able to walk himself, but his words were cut short as Hiroto gently tossed him onto the bed.

“You and that darn skirt... I swear, you’re well aware of the effect it’s been having on me all day. I can’t concentrate whatsoever when it's gracefully swaying around your waist. It leaves very little to the imagination."

Hiroto’s face turned slightly red as he reached up and covered his mouth with his hand. He knew that X’kijin wasn’t the type to flirt so openly, but that’s what Hiroto used to be like before he met him. Taking a deep breath, the taller man slowly laid down beside the raven-haired mage.

“I...uh, I apologize for running into the pole. I guess I was just distracted by your thighs. I always try to be a gentleman around you, but, well, I can’t help it. Whenever I see you, my mind just wanders,” Hiroto mumbled, turning slowly to brush some hair away from X’kijin’s face.

Why did he feel like a teenager right now? It wasn't like he hadn't slept with people before. Glancing at someone's body shouldn't cause such a reaction, but it did. Gently, he tugged X'kijin into his chest before tilting the others chins up towards his face. Leaning in, he pressed their lips together softly.

"But we are not leaving the house if you wear that particular skirt out, so unless you want to stay in all day and wake up sore the next morning, I suggest wearing something a tad longer," laughed Hiroto.

He was joking, of course; the other could wear whatever he wanted. That just meant that Hiroto would have to find some way to focus despite his mind wandering...which would be a challenge in itself considering how beautiful his boyfriend is. Not to mention the teasing from his own sister.

Reaching over Hiroto grabbed a pillow before turning and placing it over his own head. His tail wiggled slightly, as he tried to hide the bright flush appearing across his face.

[oathofpromises]

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand. (from a'atahni because he would, surprise me with any of your boys ajksdfhlaj)

How long of a voyage had it been from Tural to Limsa Lominsa, Hiroto wondered to himself as he held his head. Shortly after turning twenty-eight, the elder Caelum left his home in an attempt to locate his younger sister, Stella. He had only heard murmurs of her escapades from passing merchants that she had become a Warrior of Light.

As the Viper settled into his seat at the local bar, a wave of queasiness washed over him, leaving him feeling slightly sea-sick. It was one of the reasons Hiroto couldn't stay out at sea for too long. It would leave him feeling very light headed. He gripped a glass of amber liquid in his hand, its contents offering a temporary respite from the unease that plagued him. As he sat there, nursing his drink, he couldn't help but dwell on the thought of seeing Stella once more. Although he was not one to indulge in excessive drinking, the mere mention of her name stirred a flicker of anger within him, coursing through his veins like a tiny flame. He loved her, there was no denying that. She was, after all his younger sister yet, in the depths of his heart, a storm brewed, threatening to consume him.

Could anyone truly blame him for feeling this way? The weight of his emotions pressed upon him like a heavy burden that he carried alone. From the moment his sister came into existence, he found himself in a world that was unfamiliar and devoid of companionship. His parents had remained with Stella and, for reasons unknown to him, had sent Hiroto away to Tural. Which ultimately meant there was little time to spare for him. Thus, he spent countless years in solitude, yearning for connection and understanding. In his soul, a profound sense of loneliness had settled, casting a shadow over his entire world. With each passing year, his heart had grown colder, its once tender and compassionate nature slowly hardening. At least to everyone around him. It was just how life had molded him, and a part of Hiroto hated that.

Hiroto couldn't help but notice that someone had been lavishing him with their undivided attention. The way their gaze would caress his figure was just a tad more lingering than any casual observer would consider appropriate. Out of the corner of red eyes, the older Caelum caught sight of a man, his intense gaze fixated upon him, as he leaned against the pillar nearby. From the moment their eyes met, it was impossible to deny his breathtaking beauty. Yet, deep within the Vipers heart, a whisper of caution warned him that behind such captivating looks, there were almost always a hidden agenda. Maybe Hiroto would see how things played out. To gauge the desires of this individual, for the intensity with which their gaze caressed his physique, left no room for doubt. However, there was a part of Hiroto that felt there was so much more to this stranger than meets the eye. He could see that hint of loss behind those eyes.

Years spent immersed in the treacherous world of the Viper had imparted upon him a singular lesson. Leave them in a state of reflection, enticing them to return for further engagement; and in the event that they did not, it served as undisputed evidence that their motives were solely driven by a fleeting desire, devoid of any deeper connection. Nevertheless, this enigmatic individual proved to be quite indecipherable on occasion, his eyes engaging in a silent dance . Hiroto found himself pondering the question as to why he had been singled out amidst a sea of other individuals in the pub. Surely, there were plenty of other pretty people that this stranger could be flirting with yet, perhaps it was his way of disavowing the truth that he possessed an undeniable allure, at least from what so many had told him in the past.

Hiroto possessed an appearance that matched his ability to ensnare unsuspecting souls with a mere fleeting gaze. Such was the way of life he had been introduced into as a member of the Viper society. Void of his father's presence during his formative years, the young Caelum had no choice but to seek counsel from unsavory characters within the Viper ranks. The experience had bestowed upon Hiroto an invaluable wealth of knowledge, despite its arduous nature.

Hiroto's reverie was abruptly halted when he sensed a soft touch enveloping his hand, as if a delicate butterfly had landed upon it, followed by the tender caress of warm lips upon the back of his palm. It was a moment that often sparked the Viper's desire to flirt right back to tease them too, yet he unexpectedly found himself drawn into the depths of the other's captivating gaze.

"So…you've finally made the choice to grace me with your presence,you've been staring at me for quite a while since the moment I stepped into this bar. Don't think i didn't notice. Care to tell me your name or are we jumping right into flirting..." whispered Hiroto, as he raised his glass and took another drink. A faint blush spread across his cheeks, rather it was from the amount he had been drinking or that he was slightly touched deep down. There was an undeniable part of the Viper that felt curious about whom this person was and why did it feel like flirting was a wall they used to, forgot that pain that he could clearly see beyond those eyes. The same that was reflected in his own too.

"Order whatever you would like, it's on me. Now..care to tell me why you find me so interesting? Most people usually tend to ignore me unless I engage with them first. But where are my manners..my name is Hiroto Caelum.”

[oathofpromises]

"I'll never stop holding you tight." — Data to G'raha

G’raha leaned in, pressing his face against the icy windowpane, feeling the frigid air seep through his skin. The gentle pitter-patter of raindrops creating a soothing melody that filled the room. He tightly crossed his arms, fixated on the moon hanging in the sky, its radiant reflection shimmering in his captivating, crimson eyes. Glancing down, the mage took a moment to observe his hands, moving them with deliberate slowness. This body was still his own, but now infused with the soul and memories of the Exarch.

A surge of awe and fear washed over him, causing his breath to catch in his throat. His consciousness, now altered, revealed the vastness of his transformed self. The memories of his future identity fused within him, allowing him to relive the emotions and memories of being the Exarch. Time blended together, merging past and present, alternating between G’raha Tia and The Exarch. The sensation electrified him, yet an unsettling undercurrent sent shivers down his spine. He instinctively placed a hand on his chest, feeling a faint ache resonate within his heart. It was still him, but at the same time, so much was still taking some getting used to.

Despite experiencing the thrill of it all, he couldn’t shake off the unease that filled him. He was well aware that he couldn’t confide in anyone, not even those who had taken great risks to rescue him. At least, not at this moment. He had been secretive as the Exarch, and though he had good reasons for it, he couldn’t escape the overwhelming guilt that consumed him.

“I can’t believe how easily they welcomed me, even after all the lies I’ve told them for so long,” muttered G’raha, rubbing his forehead. His eyes showed signs of exhaustion from staying up late, constantly analyzing their current situation, especially Data’s condition. Night after night, the brunet returned with dark circles under his eyes, and the red-headed Miqo’te knew all too well that the Warrior of Light was once again pushing himself to the limit.

Slowly, G’raha rose from the window seat and made his way to the kitchen. Since he couldn’t find rest, he decided to prepare some soothing lavender tea to alleviate his stress. It was a blend that he often made for Data whenever the warrior experienced severe anxiety attacks, combined with the aftermath of the echo.

As G’raha stirred the tea, his eyes slowly closed, recalling the day when Data had first arrived. It had required an immense amount of magic and centuries of effort to devise a solution and prevent the Eighth Umbra Calamity. It was a future that the scholar had fervently wished to evade. The memory of learning about Data’s disappearance and the devastating loss of numerous people due to Black Rose still weighed heavily on his heart.

The Exarch tightened his grip on his staff as he hurriedly descended the tower steps. The summoning had been successful, but unfortunately, it hadn’t brought Data to the desired location. Now, he would have to figure out how to explain to Lyna, his adopted daughter, why yet another stranger had appeared here. The people of this place were unaccustomed to outsiders, and it was crucial not to add any unnecessary stress to their lives.

Still, he continued to tell lies in order to conceal the truth. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make to prevent the undesirable future from becoming a reality. Coming to a halt, the Exarch felt a surge of excitement as he laid eyes on the brunet, causing a small smile to appear on his face.

He is still so beautiful…

The Exarch questioned if he had the right to think that way. Centuries had passed for him, but for Data, only a short time had elapsed since the tower was sealed. On their last night together, it was difficult to hide his intentions but sealing the tower was something only G’raha Tia could accomplish - a purpose.

After they had gone their separate ways, Data went to his room to rest, while the Exarch retreated to the Ocurlar. As soon as he entered the room, his legs gave way, causing him to lean against the door for support. He reached up and let his hood fall down his shoulders, running his hand through his hair. Crimson hues caught sight of the crystal mirror, stirring up a multitude of emotions within him. It had been centuries since the Exarch had allowed himself to feel, to reminisce about the man who effortlessly stole his heart.

“I apologize, Data... if you end up hating me for this, I can endure that.. But I cannot bear the thought of a future where you cease to exist. I simply won’t accept it,” murmured the Exarch, rising slowly to his feet. From the moment he had summoned Data, his decision had been made. He was willing to sacrifice his own life to save this world and the man he loved. The mages greatest sorrow was knowing the pain that awaited the brunet.

G’raha's eyes fluttered open, startled by the sensation of two arms encircling him from behind. As he turned, a smile emerged on his face, and he tenderly pressed his lips against the top of Data's head. In a tender gesture, he turned his body and embraced the other, their foreheads meeting in a gentle and loving touch.

“Welcome home my star. I apologize for not being right by your side," murmured G'raha, while he sensed Data's tail encircle his waist, drawing them even closer. With a soft touch, the brunet combed his fingers through his fiery red hair, admiring its vibrant hue, before meeting gaze of crimson.

'Your mind wandered back to your days as Exarch, didn't it? Raha…I will say it as many times as needed, but I’ll never stop holding you tight...’

Was he really that easy to read? Then again, Data always had a knack for sensing another person's feelings, even if he struggled with managing his own. G’raha's ears drooped slightly as he nodded.

"Yes...I just...I know we are together, but the weight of guilt for the pain you endured lingers in my mind. I put you through so much..made you even believe that G’raha Tia wasn’t there.”

The sound of their breaths mingled in the air as G'raha's eyes widened, feeling the gentle touch of Data's hand as they lovingly brushed a strand of hair away before their lips met. This feeling was unfamiliar to the red head, especially in their role as the Exarch. Throughout countless centuries, he had lived his life devoid of such tender affections. Yes, he had Lyna and cherished their bond, but this yearning was for a deeper, more intimate connection. Something that only one man had been able to give him, and yet he couldn't help but feel guilty for such wishes.

“Tis not a simple thing to forget everything. I know you love me, as I care for you, but we haven't had a chance to discuss your feelings. I want to hear it...all the feelings.” whispered G’raha, as he cupped the brunet face before leaning in and pressing their lips together again, his own tail wrapping around the brunet waist.

Through the passage of time, my love for you has only grown stronger...you are the treasure I cherish. The person I yearn to be near no matter what. The man that taught me to reach out my hand and take that leap.

[oathofpromises]

Hiroto knew how hard it was to get to this point and how A'atahni and he were both weary of love. For different reasons, but regardless, their past experiences had made it very difficult for either of them to accept when something truly genuine came along. If the two had been their usual selves, they would've simply slept with each other and then moved onto the next, but each morning he would awaken to see the other sleeping against his chest. The soft breathing as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the other before the two would just remain there for a bit longer.

Slowly, their relationship changed from just sleeping together to actually enjoying one another's company in a way that meant more than just a fling. It scared both men for a time, and there was honestly one night that Hiroto believed he had lost A'atahni for good. The first time the Viper had uttered those big three words, to most, it would've probably not seemed like such a big deal, but the other had lost the first man he had loved. C'torih. While Hiroto had been betrayed by someone he had given so much too.

What truly surprised Hiroto was how out of the way he went himself to craft the rings instead of the typical wristlet that couples usually get to propose. It seemed like a headache to spend all that time crafting it but Stella had told him it was more special that way and also a lot more romantic and sweet.

Typical sister behavior though she playful teased Hiroto for getting so anxious over such a simple thing yet it wasn’t. At least not to him. The viper had spent months preparing this night but the entire time his concern was putting his heart out there again. To give all that he was to someone else with the risk of being abandoned. He just wanted everything to be perfect this evening. Which it seems like they had had been since A’atahni just said yes to his question. However, the slight fear that maybe this was just some dream Hiroto had summoned up made his own heart ache slightly.

“I know that I am not perfect, far from it but I cannot imagine my life without you in it. For years, I believed that love wasn’t for me. If you asked the past me what he thought of marriage..he would’ve seen it as a weakness. I truly believed that at the end, even if I did care so intensely for someone else, they would end up stabbing me in the back. You…stayed. Each morning I expected to wake alone.. It confused me why someone as beautiful as you would truly want to linger beside me."

Hiroto couldn't promise that nothing would happen to him; there were still people from his past out there trying to end him, but he would fight like hell to return to the A'atahni side every night. To give his future husband the happiness that has long been denied. His fingers reached up gently, caressing the other person's lips before leaning in and kissing them once more. It was never enough. Every moment he lay awake, he spent countless nights dreaming of that raven hair and purple hues. How afraid Hiroto was, especially to admit three words. To give himself to someone else again and truly believing they would stay.

It was putting his heart on the line again, not knowing if fate would again snatch someone else he loved away. Slowly, Hiroto cupped A'atahni's face as the tears he had surpassed for years started to fall once more. He wasn't afraid to be more vulnerable in front of the other. After all, the two had seen so much of each other—intimately and deeply than the viper had allowed anyone to see.

"I love you. Every time we are together, it feels like heaven, and that isn't a feeling I have ever felt in my lifetime. I pushed people away... built so many walls around my heart, and you broke them all down. Despite how hard it was for both of us to open up to love again, I shall dedicate each day to lavish you with affection, holding you close, and whispering sweet words while giving you my entire being.To be a husband worthy of your love."

Reaching up, Hiroto gently grabbed the other braids. A smile formed on his face, recalling the reason the other had dyed his hair partly blonde. It was because of Tsuru, his adoptive daughter. Thanks to that young girl slight nudge, they managed to push past the hesitations they had.

"You raised Tsuru to become such a beautiful and strong girl. I know that many haven't seen the real you or how gentle your heart truly is. I never wanted to be with someone like I do with you, not a single soul and that very thought scares me so much. To put my heart on the line again,,but I trust you."

Hiroto tenderly lifted A'atahni into his arms, then settled against the couch, cradling the other's body against his own chest. Softly, he pressed a kiss to the top of A'atahni's forehead as their hands slowly intertwined. The glimmer of the ring shining in the candlelit room as the two leaned in once more.

I’m not afraid to let love in…not anymore.

[ao3feed-assassin-class]

Nagisa Pranks the Group Chat: Dear Future Husband

Nagisa Pranks The Group Chat: Dear Future Husband by amuhseen

Fuwa Yuzuki: It's lunch break Fuwa Yuzuki: And I'm bored so I need you to spice things up Shiota Nagisa: ???? Fuwa Yuzuki: I need you to lyric prank the group chat Shiota Nagisa: Oh, okay sure Fuwa Yuzuki: Really? Shiota Nagisa: I've got nothing better to do and I'm stuck in bed Shiota Nagisa: What song should I do though? Fuwa Yuzuki: Oh this is going to be awesome…

Words: 2132, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Fuwa Yuzuki, Sugino Tomohito, Kayano Kaede, Okajima Taiga, Maehara Hiroto, Hara Sumire, Isogai Yuuma, Terasaka Ryouma, Kimura Masayoshi, Mimura Kouki, Okano Hinata, Kurahashi Hinano, Yada Touka

Relationships: Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa, Shiota Nagisa & Sugino Tomohito, Class 3-E & Shiota Nagisa, Fuwa Yuzuki & Shiota Nagisa, Nakamura Rio & Shiota Nagisa, Hara Sumire & Shiota Nagisa, Shiota Nagisa & Everyone

Additional Tags: Texting, Chatting & Messaging, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, i didn't involve everyone bc how the hell can i write 24 characters, sorry for cursing your eyes with this, if you're asking what this is, i don't even know myself, I just watched a bunch of Haikyuu Text vids and said why not give it a try, and then this atrocity was made, So yeah, characters may be ooc

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27451498

[oathofpromises]

Hiroto slowly raised the glass to his lips, feeling the coolness of the drink against his tongue. As he savored the taste, his gaze shifted towards A'atahni. The viper couldn't help but acknowledge the man's undeniable beauty. His striking features possessed an allure that most likely had the power to captivate anyone who laid eyes upon him. However, the white-haired Miqo’te remained unswayed by such things. Indeed, he possessed the ability to tell the of attractiveness of an individual, yet Hiroto was not one so easily to manipulate…at least not anymore.

“In my line of work, you've got to exercise a certain amount of caution. Otherwise, people will walk right over you."

A soft chuckle escaped Hiroto's lips as the mention of his height reached his ears. Throughout his life, he had always possessed an impressive stature, standing head and shoulders above most. It was a possession that had been passed down to him, a cherished heirloom from his father. Casting a quick, observant gaze around the dimly lit pub, his eyes were immediately drawn to the multitude of patrons who seemed to have embraced a distinctly piratical fashion sense. It was only natural, considering the deep-rooted connection they had with this city.

“I know my name isn’t typical for a seeker of the sun... I’m not from what you would call a normal family. My father was a Miqo'te, and my mother was an Au Ra. I guess you can say part of my height is from the Au Ra genes."

Twelve.. knows how tall male Au Ra could be; it reminded him of a pretty fellow he had run into. An Au Ra who was a fisher by trade. He had long red hair with beautiful blue eyes, but sadly being around the other reminded him too much of his sister. Just the thought of Stella caused the white haired male to grit his teeth. It was so much so, that Hiroto was unaware of how hard he was gripping the glass. It shattered in his hand. However, the viper didn't look like it had even hurt him at all. That's what years of numbing the pain through various methos could do to a person. If anyone looked close they could clearly see that shards had punctured his skin slightly but he waved his hand, and a green aura poured out of it before the cuts quickly closed.

"Sorry. Family is a bit of a touchy subject, depending So, tell me, A'atahni. Do you always make a habit of staring so intently at a stranger? I will say this. I’m not like any of the other men you have lured into bed. Don't underestimate me."

Hiroto knew the other’s game the second he sensed a pair of eyes following his form. The Viper was used to one-night stands; he had even led people to bed himself, all for the sake of a mission. The poor soul would wake up in handcuffs while Hiroto made off with the item requested. It was just the life he had grown up around, so it was easy to tell when others were trying something similar. After all, who would genuinely take an interest in him? Leaning close, Hiroto whispered in A'atahni's ear.

“Allow me to venture a guess..you do this because it’s your way of getting back at this world. Believe me, I get screwed over by people. It makes you bitter, so try anything to get your mind off it. Even resort to using your attentive assets to lure unsuspecting men to bed. I’m not just someone with a pretty face."

As Hiroto spoke, his hand deftly concealed a gleaming dagger, its sharp tip aimed unwaveringly at the A'atahni's stomach. The crimson hues gently intermingled with the regal shades of purple, creating a mesmerizing display of color. With a graceful gesture, he extended his hand in a gesture of goodwill, all the while keeping his other hand poised and ready for any potential threat. The life he had traversed for countless years, though familiar and well-trodden, inexplicably stirred a wave of nostalgia within him as he laid eyes upon A'atahni for the very first time.

In a sudden revelation, it struck him with the force of a thunderclap. The ebony tresses cascading down, coupled with the mesmerizing violet orbs, evoked a vivid recollection of the enigmatic Miqo'te the Viper had met years ago. It was that very individual who had callously betrayed him, plunging a dagger deep into the his heart and trust. In a cruel twist of fate, he feigned affection for Hiroto, weaving an intricate web of deceit, all for the sole purpose of indulging in a fleeting moment of passion before vanishing into the night, leaving behind nothing but a haunting silence. To him, it was nothing more than a mere game.

Grabbing A’atahi by the shirt, he pulled the other in close. Red eyes that seemed to glow slightly in the light. He reminded the viper too much of Cizu'yi, the same Miqo’te that had broken his heart and trust. It had taken Hiroto years to get over it, but a part of him still longed for that attention. The way it sent such a pleasant shiver down his body despite how his fist was clenched around the others shirt and the way the music had suddenly come to a stop indicated that all attention was on the two of them.

“I was trying to be so good too. I can't have my sister knowing I am here quite yet, but..you just had to look so much like him," growled Hiroto as he pushed the other towards the wall. His dagger was back at A'atahi's throat. He was angry, so why was a part of him actually feeling aroused? The way his fingers dug into the others shirts Their faces were so close as their breaths mingled with each other. Slamming his other hand on the side of the black-haired Miqo'te.

“You like toying with people's feelings, do you? Do you ever think about how broken the people you’ve hurt feel? The way that some probably did legitimately care about you too!"

Hiroto sighed internally at his words. He had done pretty much the same to others with his own one-night stands, and here he was calling out another on that exact same behavior.

I am such a hypocrite...

Hiroto eyes narrowed, as he leaned into A’atahi more. A part of him knew how much this was digging up past memories but the other part of him desired….and that was what was pissing him off more. The fact he wanted to do so much to the Miqo’te in front of him. Rather that was anger talking or how he hadn’t laid with anyone in months. Deep down he craved someone touch even if it was only one night thing because in the end at least someone thought he was good enough to lay with, but over the years that changed. He wanted someone who craved for his tough. That begged him to stay…just one person. Yet the Miqo’te trapped between him and the wall only wanted a one night stand and most likely make off with what ever he had.

Red hues stared into violet as he lifted A'atahi's chin, forcing the other to look up into his eyes.

“You think I’ll sleep with you and, in the end, be left alone in the morning with nothing but a cruel reminder of how you played me. I hate break it to you, but before the night is over, you'll want more than just a quick fling..I gurantee it.”

Shaking his head, Hiroto was confused as to why he had even said that. The last thing he wanted was to sleep with someone who clearly had ulterior motives. Grabbing the other by the shirt, he kicked him towards the back room. Watching as he landed against a table.

“You beat me in this fight; you can have whatever you want. Sound fair? But If I win, you’ll have to be a good kitten and do whatever I ask.That seems fair, doesn't it? We both will end up getting something out of this.” Whispered Hiroto as he slammed his hands on each side of A’atahi. A sly smirk formed across his face as he was curious what the other would say. Hiroto would never turn down a fight, and luckily he was angry enough that the biceps in his arms were more clearly defined through his shirt.

Love has only ever led Hiroto to loss and agony. No matter how many people he tried to sleep with throughout the years to numb the pain he felt, None of them ever satisfied his need to be touched by another. To truly yearn for their touch, as in the end they were just a one-night stand. He should be angry at A'atahi; just looking at him brought back so many memories from the past that Hiroto wanted nothing to do with, yet there was a tiny part that felt something else...and that was exactly what caused such conflicted emotions to rise in his chest.