#Classmates
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seventhseian · 20 hours ago
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Thinking about classmate!kaveh who lets you draw on his hands despite lacking any art skills.
He finds it endearing, the way you'd always take his hands towards you just to indulge yourself in your own form of art just to kill some time before class ends. And he'll stare, finding your expressions amusing that the corners of his mouth would lift unconsciously: sometimes your brows would meet in the middle, sometimes your tongue would stick out.
But what he finds more endearing is the doodles you leave inked on his hands.
"And... What would might this be?"
"That's a bird."
Yeah, that is not a bird.
May it be cute or confusing, classmate!kaveh kept it in his hands, still, going around with a doodle of an animal that looked more like it snuck in from the outer space.
As long as it was you then he doesn't mind.
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satoshy12 · 11 months ago
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Jazz, are you drooling?
Jazz class was in Gotham. It was just a short trip as the alien invasion happened.
One of the heroes in a good suit was beating up the parademos.
A Classmate looked at Jazz:" Jazz are you drooling?  "
Jazz swiftly whipped her mouth:" No, I just like his guns!"
Classmate: "At least not as bad as her ex."
Yeah. An ex-crime boss is better for Jazz than Johnny. Foe them.
Jazz learned she was a Fenton.
Violence is sexy.
And this man knows how to make it nice.
+ Jason had no idea as the red head walked to him. And she gave him her number.
"Feel free to call me… And don't forget your guns."
Well, this was the first.
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animestsstuff2 · 7 months ago
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Bakugou has a major crush on you headcanons!
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Bakugou having a crush was unknown to him. He chalked his angsty feelings and countless thoughts about you down to the fact you were just so fucking annoying, like that damn nerd.
Bakugou, who found himself answering more in the classes you were in, going the extra mile in training when he noticed you watching. He purposely ensured to pull his shirt off just before the changing room doors in hopes you’d notice
Bakugou, who picked on you more than the other extra. he didn’t know how else to speak to you and the only way he did was to tease you on your shortcomings, enjoying the way your feisty personality countered his.
Bakugou, who made sure all the other boys stayed away from you. Mineta talking about you in a perverse way? He made sure to blast him extra hard in training. Kaminari staring at you too long? He made sure that sucker fried himself everytime he was near you. Dunce face never having the chance to impress you.
Bakugou, who you noticed staring at you during the first week of U.A. Bakugou, who you noticed always took the seat beside you at lunch and arguing with Mina whenever she got there first
Bakugou, who found out your favourite food and brought it in for his lunch one day, letting you try it, not to be nice but to show how good his cooking was duh! Bakugou who enjoyed your attention as you complimented and begged he make you some.
Bakugou, who on valentines got up extra early in the dorms having secretly bought you a gift and made you your favourite dessert. Bakugou, who crept round and left it at your door a small note attached.
Bakugou, who stayed close to you that day wanting to hear if you liked the gift from your ‘secret admirer’ and he did, except his cheeks flushed when you told Mina and Uraraka you knew it was from him.
Bakugou, who began getting teased instead once word got out about his gift. His brows narrowed at his group, especially Dunce face and Sero who couldn’t stop laughing at the idea of Bakugou being soft.
Bakugou, who was surprised when you cornered him after school the very same day, shoving a card and a box of chocolates into his palm and shouting at him “you dick! Why’d you have to go all out, makin’ me look bad”
Bakugou, who rarely let you hold his hand. He didn’t want to gross you out with his overly sweaty palms. Bakugou, who let you hold pinkies. You enjoyed the small contact. He couldn’t be seen in public showing anymore, he’d never hear the end of it.
Bakugou, in private though couldn’t touch you enough, whether it was a hand on your thigh, arm around your waist or just sitting extra close. He liked the physical touch and so did you. His overly warm body comforting you.
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nearlycassidy · 6 months ago
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you already know it’s my boys birthday
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drrden · 13 days ago
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‘Study’ Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader
I headcanon Leon was smart in highschool - in History majorly. So...
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There's always bound to be that one student who pays attention to a hundred percent of the lessons taught, not letting their attention falter for even a brief moment. As if missing out on a split second's worth of information could tarnish their grades and ruin their entire future. In the majority of your classes, this is none other than Leon Kennedy himself, a friendly guy who's typically on the quieter side. Predominantly during lessons though, that is, since he refuses to let any of his friends distract him from achieving the best results in the exams that he can possibly get. Perhaps it's the desire to distance himself from his past, the one he's buried deep within himself, limiting to it a certain degree of obscurity. Figuring that, if he's academically successful enough, then he won't get roped up into some shady side of society; someone from his biological family's past might catch up to him one day. No way is Leon letting him continue the legacy of the family he admittedly misses more than anything, despite having lived with his adoptive parents for the majority of his life by now. All of this could be the reasoning, some twisted sense of inferiority to his classmates who had normal childhoods. Or maybe, just maybe, he's smart. Could just be as simple as that, he's just a guy wanting to do well in life - but it just appears to come unnaturally easily.
The class that he's most successful in at the moment is History, having a profound interest for events of the past, and how they've shaped modern society. And it just so happens to be one of the lessons you share with Leon, despite your enthusiasm not being as evident or intense as his. As any student with a desire to pursue other things than being shoved into a cramped yet quiet classroom would, you're not always in tip-top shape to be paying attention to every little detail. That's where a certain well-mannered American of Italian descent comes into the picture, being your study pal. Not that he exactly volunteered for the position for himself, but he didn't exactly have it in him to deny you of the privilege - being far too polite to let you fail any of the tests due to having no clue about some of the course content. Though it was imposed upon him suddenly a few months ago, he still puts effort into your weekly sessions; bringing flashcards for you to keep, with summaries neatly filling up the rectangular cardboard pieces. Which are all color coded by the way. For once, the topic you're studying is at least mildly interesting, since it's from a period spanning between just before World War One to a while after it. Despite this, the weekly meet ups between you and Leon persist.
Which is where the two of you find yourselves once again, nestled away in a quiet corner of the school's library - away from all the jocks throwing crumpled up balls of paper as if they're still in middle school. Leon flinches a little when he hears them in the distance, still having a sense of anxiety that they're going to come over here and disturb the one time he gets to talk to you. "So. Uhm. The Treaty of Versailles." The words not exactly tumbling from his lips, instead he speaks stiffly - like English isn't even his mother tongue, as if he's reading from an automated speech. Offering an encouraging nod, you urge him to continue, accustomed to the pattern of his timidness easing up the further you get into studying together. "Yeah, that's what we said you were going to go over today." A gentle reminder, and that's all it takes for him to straighten up, clearing his throat and glancing round; as if searching for the information on the cracked walls of the building. Snapping out of it after a short moment, his attention flicks back to you, nodding. "Ah, right. So...Germany were expected to face repercussions for starting the war in the first place." For a while, he rambles on about the reparations bill and how their army was limited to 100,000 men, all the basics as he gives you a rundown.
Reaching into his bag, he pulls out designated flashcards, decorated with little doodles and smiley faces, complimenting his endearingly messy handwriting. Leon passes them over to yours and you accept, fingers brushing against his momentarily - and you can almost swear you notice his unblemished cheeks redden partially. "You, uhm, seem to know a lot more about this than you do with other topics we've covered together." Though the sentence is more of a declarative, there's a tinge of a compliment within there, however he's much too unsure of himself to outwardly praise you. Not thinking much of it, you sheug, brushing the notion off with nonchalance. "Anything's better than learning about those art guys, Leonardo DiCaprio or whatev-" "Da Vinci." He corrects, eyes widening as he seems more caught off guard at his interruption than you are, having not meant to come across as rude. You him in response, not finding it not really offensive or anything, but Leon gets the wrong end of the stick. "Yeah-" "I'msorryIdidn'tmeantointerrupt." Being totally honest, you didn't really catch a word of that, but you've gotten the general gist that Leon's apologetic over one small interruption, but it's sweet in a way. Essentially panting over the exertion from speaking so quickly and letting his thoughts tumble out in an effort to soothe your nonexistent frustration.
It's like that awkward stage as a relationship is brewing, two people desperate to avoid any awkward silence when they're with the person who it's most enjoyable to talk to. But these introverted qualities only apply to Leon, and you offer him a blank stare - not deterred by his anticts in the slightest. Just continuing on as if nothing had happened. "Leon, it's fine." Though you brush it off, you can't help but notice there's a certain nagging feeling in you, sensing that his jitteriness is more prevalent than usual. "...Are you okay?" Following a quick glance around, you lean in and lower your voice; wearying over if someone else is around to hear. The answer is given, plain and simple, biting on the tip of his thumb and sharing his head frantically. "It's fine. Just the Literature test is coming up and I'm not exactly confident." Literature. You're actually decent at that, maybe he knows this already. Well, thinking of it now, there's not exactly been anything you've done to repay him. "I guess we could make our little rendezvous two times a week." A playful tease from you, but the suggestion is genuine. "And I do owe you a dinner, I guess." Looks like you'll be seeing a lot more of each other.
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gugugyuu · 21 days ago
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obvious || c. beomgyu ff °•*⁀➷
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description: Beomgyu's got a little staring problem... or maybe a big one. When you catch him in the act and call him out with a teasing smile, he’s left blushing, flustered, and maybe a little more obsessed than before.
genre: fluff, slow burn
warning: mild suggestiveness
<masterlist>
【part one】
【part two】
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one-time-i-dreamt · 11 months ago
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My classmates and I were escaping from a drug cartel chasing us on a bridge in their black car, but we got under the bridge and they drove past us. My friend was playing golf the entire chase.
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khmelisuneliart · 8 months ago
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yeorin08 · 8 months ago
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i'd die for them.
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mojinchiimanga · 11 months ago
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incognitopolls · 9 months ago
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Super random but it’s a connection anon has made between 2 guys (in different places) that they've known. Both super duper similar both wore a lot of bright pink and anon is curious!
We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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kusakabeslemonsoda · 3 months ago
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THEY’RE SO CUTE I JUST WANNA EAT THEM.
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animefeminist · 5 months ago
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Classmates and finding the humanity in clichés
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Content Warning: discussion of grooming and student/teacher relationships, queerphobia
Spoilers for all of Classmates
In every way, Classmates is a straightforward high school love story. High school student Kusakabe Hikaru attends Tofuya Number One High School, an all-boys school mostly populated by low-achieving students, where “if you can write your name, you can get in.” He’s one of the ones that doesn’t care about school; his passion is music, and the rock band he plays guitar in has a minor following. He bleaches and perms his hair, smokes, and drinks. When he notices the more academically-inclined Sajo Rihito mouthing the words in the choral number his class is practicing instead of singing, he assumes it’s because Sajo doesn’t care about music. That impression changes when he stumbles on Sajo practicing alone in a classroom, and he impulsively offers to tutor Sajo. The two grow closer, and their connection turns to romance. 
In the afterword of the first volume of Classmates, Nakamura Asumiko wrote of her first BL series, “I wanted to go with something cliché, almost hackneyed.” It’s true, Classmates does indulge many of the standards of the genre. Kusakabe is a rocker with bleached hair who grows close to his buttoned-up, bespectacled classmate Sajo while practicing for a choral performance. That closeness turns to attraction and the two begin dating, much to the chagrin of Hara-sensei, their music teacher who carries a torch of his own for Rihito. Instead of using these clichés as shortcuts, however, Nakamura uses the reader’s familiarity to build a framework for a humanistic, multifaceted story about queer intimacy, connection, and joy.
Read it at Anime Feminist!
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smallcures · 5 months ago
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gugugyuu · 28 days ago
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clingy bonus part three/oneshot ��𑁍 ༘⋆📚🎀
a/n: probably the cutest one!
You always knew how to hide your feelings.
Even though you'd fallen for Beomgyu, you kept it under wraps for a long time. You were careful with your words, the way you looked at him, even how you touched him.
It wasn't like you were playing hard to get it was more like you were afraid of showing just how much you cared because you didn't expect him to fall for you too, at least not at the beginning.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, things changed. Beomgyu saw through your walls and just like that, you were no longer the only one with feelings hidden under the surface.
And now... well, now things are different.
You two had been officially together for a few months, and the shift in your relationship had been subtle but undeniable.
Beomgyu had always been affectionate, but now it was like he couldn't get enough of you. He was clingier, always close by, his hand resting on your thigh when you were sitting together, his arm wrapped around your waist when you stood.
The kisses, God, the kisses. They are everywhere. In the hallways between classes, in the cafeteria when no one was watching, on the couch when you were just watching a movie.
Right now, he was beside you on the couch with his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.
You didn't mind. In fact, you loved it.
"I think I like this movie," you said, glancing down at him.
"Mhm, I like it too," he mumbled, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he spoke.
You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "You're not even watching."
"I'm watching you," he said with a playful grin, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your neck. "You're way more interesting."
You couldn't stop the smile that broke out on your face. Beomgyu was like this now, always kissing you, always finding some excuse to be close to you.
He moved so that his body was half draped over yours, his face buried into the crook of your neck. His lips left soft, long kisses along your skin as he snuggled closer wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Beomgyu," you whispered, gently pushing him back so you could look at him.
"Hmm?" His eyes were half-lidded, and he had that goofy, contented smile on his face.
"You're being clingy," you teased, though you secretly loved it.
He let out a dramatic sigh, resting his forehead against yours. "What can I say? I just love you too much."
You rolled your eyes again, but it was more out of affection than annoyance. "You always say that."
"I mean it every time," he whispered, his hand reaching up to cup your face. His thumb traced over your lips, and before you could respond, he kissed you.
It was gentle at first, soft, but then he deepened it, leaning into you as his hands roamed to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as he kissed you with a quiet urgency, as if he couldn't get enough of you, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
When Beomgyu pulled away, his eyes were darker, more intense. His breath was heavy, and there was a certain vulnerability in his gaze that made your chest tighten. "Beomgyu..."
"I'm sorry," he said, though his tone didn't sound apologetic at all. "I just... I can't help it. I need to be close to you."
You felt the weight of his words, his need for you, and it made your heart ache. This was the side of Beomgyu that only you got to see, the part of him that didn't hold back, the part that he might've fell harder than you ever imagined.
He kissed you again, more desperately this time, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, if that was even possible. You didn't pull away, didn't fight it.
You'd fallen first, yes, but now, it felt like he was falling harder than you ever thought he would.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. "I love you," he whispered. You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. "I love you too."
And for the first time in a long while, you didn't feel like you had to hide it anymore. Because Beomgyu had fallen for you, and he's not holding anything back.
a/n: she fell first but he fell harder.
<previous part> <back to masterlist> <back to title>
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pluralprompts · 4 months ago
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Prompt #1,977
Through a series of events – some funny, some less so – an entire class learns that they are all systems. And each of their syscoveries can all be traced back to one unifying event that started everything.
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