#I hope there aren't any typos but I'm too tired to read through it so hope it makes sense!

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

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hi i uh. drank a sinister potion (dr. pepper) on the way to school this morning and the problem with perfection filled my head for the fiftieth time so. i'm here now. soooo uh, warning for a very crazy caffeine induced audhd rant. 👍

i just like.... kinda wanna let u know how much this fic means to me. like fr. like seriously. it means a lot to me. we've been mutuals for a while so i feel like now's def a good time (and a long time coming lmao)

iirc i found ur fic when i was in the danganronpa trenches in like, 2021/2022 i think? it was summer and i had nothing better to do with my free time and i was super bored and ishimondo was my personality and i found it while going thru ao3 and was like "yeah. this sounds cool"

and i did NOT know what i was getting into let me tell you. adored the writing really fast. ur skill level actually blew me the fuck away like. instantly. all the characters were incredibly in character, everything was so detailed and i LOVED the fact that you made your writing very emotion driven. like you wrote a lot with like, exaggerated punctuation and pauses and spaces and stuff that i rarely ever see but i feel like your writing was like, so much better for that??? its something i've started to use in my writing because it just draws you in so much and just. puts you into their shoes almost instantly. like it sounds like you're in their head. like i think like that (got that narrator brain in me) and it was just so cool to see someone write like that. got a lot of good moments

and i honest to god binged that fic because it had me by a chokehold. like i'm talking i barely got sleep because i was so excited to read the next chapter the next day that my body would wake me up earlier. and i'd pull it out and binge the next chapter. and when i got to a point where the chapters where still being updated, i remember checking like. every sunday night or so every week to see if it got updated. so many cliffhangers that i was not normal about..........

and i recommended it to EVERYONE i knew that was into danganronpa. like i did not care if they usually read fanfiction or not i would sit there and go on infodump rants about this gay fanfiction i found on the gay fanfiction site and ik i confused them but like. that was how good it was to me. felt like it was a real book. and not only that i honest to god felt like i was reading about me.

like the way you wrote taka meant and continues to mean so much to me to this fucking day because i rarely ever see characters that are like me, at least in an honest to god way. and i was already connected to taka and loved him but i think you made him feel like an extension of me in a way and it just like. idk. it spoke to me man. ik i sound dramatic but it did.

like an autistic queer kid with a strict parent being thrown into so many situations where you just automatically assume everyone else is watching you, judging you, based on past trauma and experiences and just. at the same time so emotional and passionate and just genuine for lack of a better term. and the panic attacks that were written i actually almost had some during reading it because i felt it. that felt like me honest to god (not a bad thing btw!!! i am ok!! but that's a compliment because that's how accurate it was!!)

and during a time where i was dating people who just. idk its hard to explain. i knew they cared about me but there were so many times where there were disconnects. sexuality and gender (gender's not really a part of the story ik but yk what i mean) was a big one. and i felt how he would feel when mondo wasn't exactly the best when it came to his behaviors and expressions of love.

and now i'm with someone who is like. mondo at all his best moments. and even when he matches mondo's lower ones it feels like, there's more times where we can do what they did in the fic and work through it. be there for each other because even if we're both fucked up yk we can like. work through it. and that's so cool honestly?? its not transactional, it means something. i've felt both sides and it's so. crazy to me. it's just wild.

and while i didn't read a lot of it (mental health was NOT in a space where i could i'm gonna be so real) the other installment, the one where mondo comes over to taka's house and they gotta hide and stuff? i've felt that. god i've felt that. my current boyfriend (also a trans man) and i have had so many times where we've had to act as "friends" and hide our romantic gestures and being so deathly afraid of getting caught yk?

idk this fic made me feel seen, and i wonder if there's like... anyone else that feels that way. idk i feel like their definitely is. and i just kinda wanna like. thank you for writing something that just. made me feel heard in a time when i really really needed it. even if we didn't know each other it felt so wild to have a stranger sit there and give me and indirect hug and let me know that i am not the only guy struggling out there with this stuff. it's changed the way i view myself and how i view the world and it's so cool to me that even fanfiction of all things can do that. that's nuts man. you did that and i really wanna emphasize that you should be proud of that. that's so cool. you're writing is so fucking cool man.

and also another thing i. love. that you also wrote about sex being a form of like. expressing love for some people. i am demisexual so like. seeing a character that seemed to also exhibit that and really only feel and have that strong attraction to someone they love romantically and have a connection with, and do it to let the other person know they love them. it's like. that's cool. that's so cool. i'm shaking you that's so cool /pos

and while i'm not fixated on dr right now (as you can. probably tell. (btw obligatory "watch lego monkie kid but also you do not have to i just wanna let you know its cool" plug because of Tha Autism(tm)), and while my comic i was going to make is on a very long hiatus bc adhd is beating the shit out of me, i really want you to know how much i appreciate this fic and how much it just. lives in my brain. how much it makes me emotional to this day because it spoke to me; some random dude who was just getting out of high school who fucking needed that really really bad. and also i want you to know how excited i was when we become mutuals and i'm really really lucky to have someone so cool as my mutual, and you've become even cooler in my brain now that we're kinda yk. in a vaguely similar circle.

anyways i appreciate you so much!!!! and even if we're in different fandoms and stuff, and even if tpwp is also not being continued/on a hiatus i still appreciate what you did with it, and what you do now. don't understand all the fandoms you post but i got that respect for it. i'm in the corner with pom poms cheering u on.

so um. yeah! that was long. but i'm hyped up on caffeine and neurodivergent so ujhm. yea. hopefully this made sense lmao

~ your very much not normal mutual tyler 👍

Okay, sorry for the late response, I saw this when I got up this morning and needed the day to figure how to respond because this was. So much (in a good way I promise!!!!)

So, first of all, THANK YOU FOR THIS!! It's easy as a fic writer to feel discouraged with your writing, or to feel like you're not as "good" as other people, and it's things like this that remind me that whether or not I'm a "good writer," what I write does matter to people. And that's just... really special to me, so thank you for writing this all. It means so much to me.

I'm glad you like the dramatic pauses and the way I write, though! When I was younger, I always tried to limit doing that sort of thing, since I knew it wasn't considered "good" or "proper" writing. But with TPWP I just... decided to let myself write how I wanted to write and not think too much about it. I wrote TPWP kind of how I think, because I wanted it to feel like it was Taka's thoughts and emotions, even if it wasn't in first person. And I'm really glad that came across!

I've always been really big into psychology and introspection, which is one of the main reasons I write about things like that a lot. I like to get into characters heads and try to figure them out. See what they'd be like if this thing happened, or if this thing hadn't happened, etc. I write about struggles, because I struggled as a kid, but in more quiet ways. I mean, all things considered I had a good life. supportive, loving parents and older brother, good grades, people generally liked me and I never got in trouble. But I was so determined to do well that I psyched myself out. I was terrified of disappointing people and losing what I had, and I crumbled in middle and high school. Luckily I had good parents so I was able to stumble through it, but it always left me feeling isolated, since I could never articulate why I felt so off inside. It wasn't until I took an "abnormal psych" class in college that I even realized I had intense anxiety.

All of this to say that I'm glad I was able to resonate with you through my writing. I could never find the words to articulate myself when I was younger, so I took to writing to try and connect with people, to get a message across. Most of my stories have some form of "moral" or "lesson" that I'm trying to get across, lessons that I had to learn myself growing up. TPWP's was that perfection is impossible and that you have to learn to accept yourself for who you are. Honestly, I put the most of myself into Taka, since while I never had a distant parental figure who wanted me to be absolutely perfect, I was kinda that figure to myself. I wanted so badly to be "perfect" and "the favorite" and when I wasn't, I freaked out. I shut down and couldn't even explain to my parents why. So, with TPWP, I wanted to let other people know that it's okay to just... be you.

I don't know if any of this is making any sense, sorry. I had a long day at work and my head is a bit jumbled. Mostly just... thanks for writing this. Things have been tough lately between school and work, and it's nice to be reminded that my stories do matter to people. I never wanted to be a professional writer, but I did always want to write something that made someone, somewhere, feel something. Hopefully something good, something cathartic.

Oh, and as for the sex thing... that was honestly unintended, ha. But I'm Ace, so to me, that's what sex is. Or what it should be. A way to connect emotionally with your partner above all else. Honestly, the only reason I wrote sex into TPWP was to explore the way it would interact with their friendship, not to be like... sexual, ha. Glad you liked how I wrote it!

Anyway, thanks again for writing this!! And I'm glad we're mutuals too! Yeah, I am part of some interesting fandoms on my main blog, but I'm glad it's not too off-putting, ha. I'll try and check out that show some day, though! I don't have a lot of emotional energy to get into a new show at the moment (as I'm sure some people can understand, since starting a new fandom can be a lot at times), but maybe once (IF) things calm down for me I'll take a look! I have seen a lot of posts about the monkie kid show, not just from you, so it's something I might check out one of these days. I'm mostly waiting for Our Flag Means Death season 2 to air tomorrow so I can get washed away into Pirate Town for the next month or so, while the episodes release. 😅😅😅

[favorvn]

So as I narrow down which OC I wanna pair Z with, I’m leaning toward my more stoic characters. If only because his ability to sense emotions/moods from one of the previous asks seems very fun to work with. That said (since I want to write fanfics) I was hoping you could elaborate on scenarios?

In the case of a very stoic character (due to issues) how would Z react if:

1) They just came off rather exhausted all the time when it came to expressing things.

2) He found out the reason MC is stoic is due to essentially being conditioned not to express themselves (being too excited or anything was met with being reprimanded)?

3) He randomly out of the blue sensed MCs mood spike (which was very rare) and they were very angry even if their facial expressions/words/actions said otherwise. (Aka holding it in)

First of all if you write a fanfic I would be honored to be able to read it if you so feel like sharing it 🥰~

But to answer your questions in an unnecessarily long ramble....

1. Despite Z most likely causing this MC (I will refer to them as Y/N) a bit of emotional exhaustion because of his teasing and intensity of personality, in a situation like this Z would first do his best to understand Y/N's emotional tells as well as he can.

He would most likely become an emotional interpreter of sorts. Z would express the emotion that Y/N has trouble expressing themselves. In cases where people get pushy with Y/N (taking Y/N's difficulty expressing as permission to force their will), Z would not take too kindly to that and scare them off. On some level, Z would feel like an emotional body guard constantly trying to make sure Y/N's feelings aren't steam rolled by others, so Y/N won't have to feel exhausted constantly. He would do his best to understand Y/N so that their expression isn't nessecary.

2. Z would definitely want to kill the humans that made Y/N suffer in a way that caused life-long trauma. Would he go through with it? That would depend on a number of factors. Factors such as... If Y/N would be able to look the other way, if killing these people would rob Y/N of being able to truly heal, If Y/N would ever even find out.

Aside from that, Z would want Y/N to feel comfortable around him, safe enough for Y/N to express themselves however they wanted to. Z is a demon who is a creature of impulse, passion, spite, and greed, so he would want Y/N to be able to achieve whatever goals they have, or just live in a way that makes Y/N happy. He would never try to get Y/N to 'improve themselves' or challenge their comfort zone under the guise of personal development. Z is just happy to be with Y/N.

3. It's kind of what I mentioned before. If Y/N is not able to express anger or protest, Z will do it for them. He will do it either to vent his own anger of someone else making Y/N angry or in order to sort out the situation that is making them angry. If Y/N was feeling sad but not comfortable expressing it, Z would silently comfort them or try to make it better without overwhelming them. Z understands humans are fragile, so although he is a destructive force and may make mistakes, he does his best to treat his human with care. Z would also feel happy to be the one that knows his human the best and can best fit their needs.

(Ps. Sorry for any typos or rambling on this. It's late, and I'm tired but can't sleep. So I'm writing this instead.

I should probably wait and proof read it tomorrow before posting....but fuck it lol 😵‍💫)

[mrrcasuallycruell]

NICO U GOT LASIK?????? HOW ARE YOU????????

Okay fuck it it's been 60 hours since my surgery and now im going to write a long post because im tired of not using my phone :/

anyways i hope my eyes aren't too stressed for typing this so i'm wearing sunglasses and my phone is on extra dim brightness with the blue light filter so please excuse any typos. i'm doing fine and yay i did not go blind (at least so far i hope it stays this way sksjsksk). i was so tensed before getting lasik i watched like every video on youtube and read every reddit thread i could (won't recommend because almost everyone posts about negative experiences on online forums since people with successful surgeries don't really care to share their experience mostly).

Getting the surgery done is such a cool experience because you're conscious the entire time, you lose your vision for a few seconds when they cut your eye flap but then a white light appears and you see different colored dots such as red and green, it feels like you're looking at stars through a telescope. When they turn on the laser to reshape your cornea you can actually smell something burning which I would've thought was the smell of my eye burning but turns out it's just particles in the air that the laser contacts which give off the smell i'm not sure tho.

Anyways, after getting the surgery done it's sadly not a fairytale ending as if you can see everything perfectly but when i got up i could actually read stuff that was far away from me (??!!!!??!!?!!!!) but everything was hazy, it wasn't blurred but it was just like everyone was glowing too much). anyways, after the surgery the doctor checked my eyes and told me i'd start feeling a burning sensation in half an hour, so i should sleep as soon as i get home. So i got home and the burning and itching started, it was very mild at first so i took the sleeping pilp they prescribed and went to sleep however i woke up after an hour and i literally couldn't open my eyes they were burning like hell. it felt as if someone had opened my eyes and was cutting onions on top of them. So i slept again and when i woke up the itching had stopped.

After waking up my vision was amazing, i mean there was still a weird glow but it wasn't too much and i could see everyone's face so clearly if it wasn't under the lights i felt like crying and i still feel like it when i can look at stuff so clearly with my own eyes 😭😭😭😭 it is so coo!!!!! i never thought i would see like this, I've been wearing glasses for the last 11 years and my eye sight came back in a few hours?????????!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I went to the doctor and he told me that even though i was visibly tensed i still did an almost perfect job at aligning my eyes during the surgery and that everything was back in place perfectly. I still have to put in 3 different eye drops 4 times a day so that my eyes dont get too dry. I told him about the glare issues ive been having such as start bursts and halos around lights and he said they'd settle in a couple of weeks since my brain is still adjusting to this change (i hope he's right because i can feel the effect lessening in just 2 days)

Also i went out at night yesterday and the star bursts i saw coming from the cars and street lights were insane but they looked so fucking cool 💀 so yeah i guess that's all for now, all that I've done the past few days is listened to music with my eyes closed and i don't regret it at all :D

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[ladylynse]

Hi Lynse! If you don't mind sharing, I'm curious to know your thoughts on comments along the lines of "write more of this." Like every writer, I thrive on comments, but I have mixed feelings about those. I'm happy that the commenter likes the story enough to want more and to tell me so, but it also stings when it's the only thing the comment says (especially on longer fics!). I've received them on shorter fics (<2k) and longer ones (>9k), and I never know how to feel! What are your thoughts?

I know exactly where you're coming from, Anon.

Long story short, they're not my favourite, especially if they're on their own, especially if it's on a longer fic.

If that's all that is said--in whatever form, since I've gotten everything from "more" or "MOAR" to "update pls" and "UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE" (ad nauseum) and various iterations in between--then on one hand, you know the 'I liked this' part of the comment is implied, but on the other hand, it reads like a demand. It's not quite as bad if it's with something, because hey, actual interaction with someone, but often those types of comments seem to be on their own.

"Looking forward to more!" or "Hope you're able to update soon!" doesn't read the same way to me as "write more." Those aren't demands for content, which "write more of this" can very easily read like even if the commentator didn't think it would read that way. The first examples read to me as more encouraging and understanding of the fact that I have a life beyond sitting at home all day writing fics and that, even when I do have time that could be designated as writing time, I might be too tired to spend that time writing. To be fair, though, when I get a comment like the first examples, it usually includes something like 'good chapter' or 'nice work' or 'great job' or something a bit longer that otherwise provides a bit of positive feedback, so that might be a bit of bias coming through on the differences in framing there.

I'll be honest here. I know it's unfair, but my brain has never read "write more of this" as anything other than a demand. It's discouraging, because if someone didn't have a single thing to say about the fic itself, then my brain also likes to assume that they're curious enough to want to see where it goes but not invested enough to add a general 'I liked this' to the comment (even if they aren't up for specifics, and not everyone is) and the commenters are simply looking for content to kill the time and just want to see me churning out more content to be consumed and forgotten and never engaged with again beyond another demand for more.

Like I said, logically, I know that's not a fair assumption, but that's what it feels like, and feelings aren't hindered by logic. And sometimes it feels like people think you're a machine that will write on demand. It's even more discouraging when you get 'more' instead of any actual positive feedback that can act as encouragement (I count a couple of heart emojis or "extra kudos" as encouragement, not just specific comments, though of course specific comments are appreciated) or translate to excitement when writing because, look, it's more than just you who's invested in this fic! It's worth the time and effort of writing it down, editing it, and sharing it with others!

To be fair, "write more of this" is better than someone complaining about a narrative choice or a background pairing that was included which they didn't like. I'm personally happy to know about typos and minor little oversights on my part so I can fix them--I know not everyone is--but I'm also firmly of the belief that if you don't like a story, you just stop reading it and look elsewhere and don't complain to the person writing it because you're more likely to drive them away from the fandom (or sharing their fics at all, regardless of fandom) than to convince them to write something to your exact taste. But a demand is only a step above a complaint, and I know some people who are very open about the fact that they either lose the motivation to work on a particular story or deliberately shift it to the back of their 'to write' list when they get comments like that.

Most comments give me that warm fuzzy feeling inside--or reduce me to gleeful cackling when I see some reactions--but while the demands don't cut the same way flames can, something still feels like it twists inside me, and it's not painful, but it's not warm. For me, it's, I dunno, almost like disappointment that you weren't able to write a single thing they could actually bother commenting on? Mixed with the sinking feeling that, to them, you aren't someone who's there to share a story and gleefully talk about it with others, you're just someone who's supposed to give them Consumable Content as if it doesn't take any effort on your part? I've gotten a few comments that were along the lines of "I'm glad you finally updated because I was getting bored and needed something new to read" which does not lessen that feeling.

[seekingseven]

this latest ask is literally the best thing to chance upon during a sever cold, i just hope I'm not asking too much thu 😅 ps: my asks aren't centered on any fandom so talk about any fandom as you'd like, i wanna just mooch off your writing wisdom 😉😘 my asks are: 6,7,8, 9,10,11,16, 20,21 i made it pretty long 😓 uh it's ok not to answer all of them! i got carried away after all 😂

My word, so many questions! I feel so, so honored--thank you so much for the lovely ask! And gosh, you flatter me bro; I'm not sure how much writing wisdom I have to give, but hopefully this will at least make for an interesting read! And hopefully you feel better soon, my friend!

6. Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

I do! When I'm sitting down to start a new piece, I go through a handful of outlining phases first: 1) I write down a list of the scenes I want the piece to have 2) I write a brief summary of each scene 3) I write a brief, chronological progression of the events in that scene 4) I go through each scene in-depth and describe it to myself--sensory details, dialogue, inner character monologues, everything! The only thing that sets apart the final outline from the first draft is that there's 0 grammar or transition words. Usually my first draft is elaborating, editing, and polishing the final outline.

Sort of a roundabout way of getting writing out, but it works for me!

7. How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

I'm going to be frank, I don't spend nearly enough time editing my fics as I should. Usually once I finish the second draft I'm too eager to post and too tired to reread that I do the former and forgo the latter. However, when I do get my things together and actually sit down to edit, the main thing I look for is typos. I type pretty fast and because of that I make a genuinely impressive number of typos, so I always try to weed those out! Repetitive sentence structure and redundant descriptions are also another thing I try to cut out when I edit, but clearing out typos is always my main goal.

8. Do you take inspiration from real life? If so, how do you incorporate that into your fics?

Always! My stories are always inspired by something I've seen, read, heard, or experienced myself, and I never start a story unless I have something I think is worth saying. I try my best to capture internal monologue and motivation in a way that reflects the patterns of real people, and my characterizations of so many characters is based on real people I've seen act similarily to them.

9. Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, body language, etc)

I answered this in another ask but I'll reiterate it here; yes and always! This is the crux of my outlining process--I just describe what I imagine, whether that's the setting or the temperature or dialogue or body language, as it comes to me!

10. How do you feel about writing plot, setting/description, inner thoughts, dialogue?

Gosh, that's a great question! I think setting and description is one of my strengths, although I can always improve, and since I usually plan out key plot points before starting a story, plot isn't always a big trouble for me. Inner thoughts and dialogue are two things I'm striving to improve! I've been reading a lot of first-person stories recently, which has been helping with the first, and listening to real people just talk is helping with the latter. I can't wait to see where my writing will go as I get better at these things!

11. What perspective do you write from most and/or least and why?

I think I tend to gravitate towards third person limited, simply because I structure the scenes of any story around who the camera will be following most closely. Sometimes the limited-ness of that perspective can get a little blurred--I have scenes in fics where the perspective is more omniscent--but third person is my go-to! I think that's because it's well suited for fanfic; first person can occasionally feel strange (although I've written and read and loved many a first person fic), and third person limited is just plain fun to write! It's great to get inside a character's head.

16. Do you have a method for trying to get characters to sound/feel in character?

Gosh, I feel a little unqualified to answer this question! My characterization skills have a lot of room for improvement. I'd say my main method at the moment is trying to model the character after someone I know and understand in real life, and/or doing a brief character analysis before incorporating them into a story. But if anyone reading this has characterization advice, let me know! I'm always eager to improve.

20. What is your favorite thing about writing fanfic? About writing in general?

Fanfic? The community, hands down! It's such an experience to be able to write something others might read and enjoy and even leave kudos or comments on--any fanfic writer can testify that fic interaction is lifeblood, and I'm just so glad I picked up fanfic as a hobby!

For writing in general, it forces me to take life more and less seriously at the same time. Seriously, because in order to write characters that feel real, I have to understand real people. Less seriously, because writing puts into context how transient things can be. How many stories start with a character going from everything to nothing? Writing has really helped me to be more grateful for what I have; it might be taken away tomorrow, so I should enjoy it while I have it!

21. Writers choice -- pick any of these questions to answer! (I chose #13: Are you a fast or slow writer?)

Such a fun question!! Hm, I'm a little split on whether I'm a fast or slow writer. I can write a lot of words in a short amount of time, but that's only after weeks of brooding and thinking and mental construction of the scene/fic/chapter I'm writing.

I'd say I lie somewhere in the middle! I'm very, very slow when it comes to idea creation, but I write and edit at a reasonable pace. Hopefully that answers your question!

Thank you so, so much for the lovely asks! This was a BLAST to answer; thanks for taking time out of your day to send these prompts my way! You rock, and I hope you feel better soon!

[fortheloveofkuroo]

Lavender Hydrangea

A/n: this story is actually one of my first early bnha imagine. And it's angsty yall~ Pardon for any typos or grammatical error. English is not my first language and i'm still learning.

Kaminari Denki × F!Reader

!!WARNING!!: Blood

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15th July

A blonde boy suddenly running through the school corridor quickly. He's out of breath. His right hand is covering his mouth while the other hand holding on his bag.

His legs quickly bring himself to the dorm. He storms in the dorm, ignoring anyone who's attention is on him now.

After he made it through the dorm, he walks quickly to the Lift, the burning and stuffy sensation on his chest is undeniable.

Right after the Lift's door closed, he let out a loud cough that he's been holding from earlier. He tried to hold the burning and painfull cough once again, but it's useless. He feels like his chest and his throat are about to explode.

He keeps coughing. His body is already on the floor. Even his legs can't keep his body standing up just by holding the cough. His eyes are closed tightly. His chest is constantly moving up and down and his mouth is gasping for air.

But then, he feels something strange coming out from his mouth. It's coming along with the cough. Don't know what is it but he's pretty sure that he's not ready to look at it.

Finally, just a minute after his coughing stopped, he brave himself to open his eyes. His eyes widened. His breath started to hitch again. He's surrounded with a medium-sized lavender colored petal. It's all over his lap and his legs.

What is this? What happen to my body?" he wonder. His head is a little dizzy. Before the Lift's opened, he managed to collect the petals and holding it in his hands.

Then, the lift's opened.

A girl with (H/C) hair and beautiful (E/C) eyes is standing infront of him. Looking so gorgeous. "Kaminari?" you smiled. Looking over the boy with blonde hair who's face is red as hell.

Your gentle voice is floating around his body and mind. Causing him to squeezing his hands that's full of lavender colored petal. That burning sensation is now back in his chest.

"(L-L/N).." he stuttered. His voice was tight. Showing that he's nervous. He don't have that enough courage to look straight to your eyes right now. "Yes? What is it?" you asked, moving your body closer to him. Observing him slowly.

He gasped. A tinge of pink is coloring his cheek. And that burning and stuffy sensation in his chest are just getting worse. His hand quickly move to his mouth, covering it. He bowed to you and quickly ran off.

His legs managed to get him inside just in time. Because he can't hold it anymore. He fell on all fours. His cough is hard and painfull. He can feel a sharp pain in his throat.

His eyes decided to took a glance at his palm, a sticky dark red fluid is staining the lavender colored petal on his hand. His hands are shaking. He quickly washed over that fluid off his hand and throw himself to his bed.

"What happened to me..?" he wondered inside his head as he's slowly asleep.

17th July

Kaminari walked limply through the corridor. Finally made his way to the class. He's not as cheerfull as usual. In fact, he looks so pale and lifeless just like a zombie.

When his hand open the door, everyone's eyes are on him but he just walk straight to his chair. Ignoring someone's voice that's been calling him for a while.

After he made himself comfy, a girl comes up to him with a gentle smile. A girl that he always think about. A girl that as beautiful as a lavender hydrangea on the school's garden that he always take care of.

It's you.

"Morning Kaminari!" you greet him cheerfully. His chest is getting stuffy again and his heart beats faster.

"M-Morning (L/C).." he answered. Again, his voice is kind of hoarse you think. You flash a quick smile again to him and leave. Joining the girls.

His cough strikes again, this time two petals of lavender hydrangea is coming out from his lips. He quickly threw it off from the window and ignore it. Focusing his eyes on you. Observing every action and smile everytime you smile too.

Untill a boy with two tone hair approach you. He let his arm rest on your shoulder.

His eyes immediately widened. His chest is burning again. A sharp pain striking his chest again. This time, it's more painfull. He's new to this.He quickly ran and leave, leaving his friend's confused.

He just saw you, the girl that he like with Todoroki. Your...

Boyfriend.

He quickly flushed the toilet and went back to the class room. Pretending that nothing happened. The class is starting and he just hope that he doesn't cough in the middle of the lesson.

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And so the 4th subject is over, now it's time for lunch.

"Oi dunce face, let's go to the Cafeteria." asked a boy with ash blonde hair and ruby eyes. But Kaminari just smiled weakly and pat that boy's shoulder. "Sorry Bakugou, just go without me. I need to do something." he refused.

Surprisingly, Bakugou just stood there and being silent. No yelling, shouting or even one swear word is coming out from his mouth.

Kaminari's legs are moving faster and faster. He make sure that none of his classmates is following him. He stopped infront of a big brown Woody door. A silver plank is attached to the door. It sayang "Library".

He's confident that this is the right place to look for the answer. He can simply search through internet though, but gadget aren't allowed in school without a strict supervision from the teachers. Kaminari is not quite a reading person, but he feel like this is the only way to know the answer.

Afterall, UA's library is filled with a lots of famous and even the most rarest and strangest book you've ever found. He move quickly, shelf by shelf. Walking pass the Disease shelf, he noticed something.

"Weird Disease All Around The World."

His hand snatch that red book. The cover is already fading. And the paper are brown. But it's still readable. He sat himself down to one of the chair near him. Flipping through the pages unpatiently. He keeps flipping page by page untill his yellowish eyes catches something.

It was a picture of a woman with a rose petal coming out from her mouth.

Bingo.

He study the article below the picture carefully.

"Hanahaki Disease;

A disease that cause victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear."

He gazed over the last sentences and froze. This is what happen to him. He got Hanahaki. He continue to read the next paragraph.

"How to cure Hanahaki disease?

There is no sign on how to cure this disease with medical ways except taking the out by force with surgical and forcing them to erasing their feelings toward their crush. The only safe and accurate cure is their crush return their feelings. And the disease will be gone completely. We can only hope for the patients, and pray that the crushes favourite flower isn’t a type of rose."

Kaminari curses under his breath. There is no way to find another cure. And now he's faced with a difficult options. He have to went on a surgery and erased his feelings for you completely or died because of hydrangea growing in his lungs.

Or, he can make you fall in love with him? But that's impossible right?

Kaminari rest his tired back and lean back then continue to read.

"The length of the disease varies with each person. But on an average, it will last up to 2 or 3 months, but sometime it’ll only last, a couple weeks."

And that hit him hard. He only 2 - 3 months or maybe even a week. Shit, he don't even know if he even make it next week. Maybe he already...

27th June

He made it. He made it through a week.

It was a sunny Thursday. A nice day to be out and feel the sunlight touch.

Kaminari on the other hand, he's busy in the school garden. He goes to the garden right after school, taking care of that lavender hydrangea that he adore so much.

His hand touches the branch and the leaves gently. Handling it with much love and care. Why? Because, this hydrangea always remind him of someone. Someone who's always in his mind.

His mind goes back to that day.

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That day, the sky is showing off its beautiful orange color. The gentle breeze even goes along with it.

His friend already went home earlier. While he needs some extra training to improve his durability against his electricity.

He pass around the corridor that connect the school garden and the way out, he keeps walking untill his eyes catches something.

A siluet near the hydrangea.

It was a girl. Alone. She hugged her knees and her shoulders are trembling. She look down and he can't even look at her face.

She's crying.

Kaminari surprised. He work his way slowly to approach that girl. Trying not to scare her away.

"Um, hey?"

As expected, she jolts up and surprised. Her face is as red as tomato and tears start to streaming down to her cheek.

It was you. The new student that just got transferred at his class a few days ago. "..Hey? What's wrong?" he asked softly.

No response. You just wipe your cheek, trying to hiding the dry tears. Kaminari's hand out of nowhere trying to reach to you now. His fingertips slowly make his way to your face and start to wiping your tears away. Of course you can't help to blush.

"U-Um.." you sniffled.

"What's wrong? You can tell me." Kaminari squats down infront of you and start to picking some stem of hydrangea. It's lavender colored and it's stunning.

"I was just.. Having a hard time." you murmured. Both of your hand now hugging your knees. And your eyes start to burning. That's when you know that the tears are coming.

"Shit. I have to do something. Anything." Kaminari think to himself. He have to do something to make you stop crying.

Then, slowly and carefully, his hands started to wrapped around your body. Hugging you with a lot caution as if you're fragile and he's afraid that he might break you. He's trying to give warmth and comfort to you.

And no lust. He's purely moved by your tears. And the moment he saw your tears, he want to stop it. He slowly pat your back slowly while you're sniffing and sobbing.

"There there.. Everyone got a hard time. I'm here to calm you down, so if you want to talk about it, i'll shut my mouth and listen. If you want to hit me, it's fine too y'know! But don't blame me if you got zapped first!" Kaminari's calm and cheerfull tone are making you better.

After around 15 minutes of hugs and calming, you finally got off from Kaminari's hug with a relieved smile.

"Thank you Kaminari, you really helped me to calm myself.." you said softly. That pink tinge is still visible from your soft cheek.

Kaminari don't know what the hell is he thinking of, his hand move on his own again. Hydrangea that he just picked earlier is now on your ears. He slipped it on there.

You just chuckled sweetly and smiled again. Giving him your sweetest smile that makes him blush like crazy.

"Once again thank you Kaminari."

The wind is stupidly a little strong this evening and blowing your hair. Don't forget the cherry blossom's petals that got blown with the wind too. Now you both looks like you're in a scene of a movie.

"Stupid wind." he think.

You, who's now able to smile and happy again decided to leave and say goodbye to Kaminari. From that moment, he somehow have the urges to protect you. His heart have been captured by you only and he also know that you have to be his.

But then the rumour spreads.

That you and Todoroki got together. At first, he doesn't believe that. At all. But what to do? Right in front of his eyes, he saw Todoroki gave you a sweet peck at your forehead. Right in front of his eyes.

His heart is shattered to pieces. Completely destroyed.

For 3 damn days he don't leave his room. Kirishima, Sero tried to get him out of there. Even Bakugou blows his door open and eventually dragged him and force to go out.

Then he had Hanahaki.

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Kaminari started to remember how is it feels like holding you in his hands. That warm feelings always keeping his hope up. It's always make him smile.

He cuts the branches that grew around the hydrangea then watering it. "If only i could meet her here. Once again." he whispered to himself.

He's smiling just by imagining if he meet you here again and chit chat-ing with you.

"Come on!" untill he hear a voice. A familiar voice. That just by listening to her voice, his heartbeat is beating faster. Then there you are. Looking so beautiful walking across the park. Hye prepared himself to greet you.

But then he realized that you're not alone. There is another person. A guy. Their hands are clasp together and their fingers are interwined with each

His chest started to get heavy.

"Ah! Kaminari!" your eyes noticed him the very second you step your legs on the park. You quickly approach him with Todoroki following behind you

"How pretty.. You take care of this?" you asked, full of curiousity. Kaminari only nods.

You smiled. "It sure bring back memories, huh? Remember that time you calm me down here? Thanks a lot to you, though.." you touched his hand and started to shake it. You can feel a little zap on your fingers.

The electricity suddenly hits Kaminari to the top of his head. Todoroki who's just quiet and doesn't care at all now he takes your hand back and hold it again.

"Really? Then i have to thank you too Kaminari." he said blankly while giving you a light peck at the temples.

Kaminari's eyes widened.

"Shoto! I told you not in public.." Todoroki tilt his head. "Did i do something wrong?"

Kaminari's breath hitched. His mouth is open wide, gasping for air. He's breathless. The stingy and burning sensastion are now all over his respitarory system and he start coughing again. Blood splattered and hydrangea petals are all over his lap.

The young couple watched in horror as Kaminari suffering with his cough. Unable to process what the hell happened and what to do, they both just stood there in shock.

And Kaminari is still coughing. His hand already hitting his chest so many times, but it's just numb. He doesn't feel anything but a sharp pain in his chest. He feels something stuck in the end of his throat and he forcefully try to reach it and pull it out. He did. He ended up gags and vomit a whole branch of Hydrangea with the same shape and size to the one he gave you at that time.

The last thing he remember hearing is your faint voice calling his name then everything went black.

28th June

Kaminari opens his eyes.

He's in a strange room. A room that smells like medicine and everything is in white. And he's laying in the middle of the room with oxygen mask.

He turn to his left, a boy with ash blonde hair is sleeping peacefully, Bakugou. His face looks tired. Then on his right, a girl with pink hair, Mina. And next to her there are Kirishima and Sero.

"You guys.." he said weakly. His voice won't come out from his throat. Bakugou, hearing soneone may called him immediately woke up. He's surprised looking at Kaminari who's now looking so pale.

"You awake." he said sternly.

Kaminari looks around and asked, "What.. Happened?" He's clueless. Kirishima, who just woke up shocked. He immediately hysterical, followed with Mina.

"Why don't you tell us if you had Hanahaki?!"

Kaminari turn his face away from his friend. "I don't want to be a burden for you guys. Anyway this is just nothing. It's not important-" "Not important?"

Bakugou stands up. His vein looks like almost popped out. He's clenching his fist tight.

"You've been unconscious for a whole damn day and there are 4 hydrangeas in your left lung and 5 in the right blocking oxygen and it's not important to you?" explained Bakugou angrily. His hand suddenly gripping Kaminari's hospital gown's collar.

"You better fucking listen Kaminari. I'm only saying it once. I don't want to lose my friend, so live. Do whatever you need to do. We're always here and don't think that we're just a bunch of dumb manequin that always around you. We're your friend goddamnit. Tell us!" Bakugou pushed Kaminari away and left. Cooling his head perhaps.

Kirishima nods. Letting the doctor came in and check.

"Let's do a quick check up." the doctor quickly checked Kaminari's whole body. He brought a big document and giving it to Kaminari.

"What is that..?" Kaminari asked.

"Your X-Ray results. You're lucky to be alive now kid." praise the doctor as he open the document and show it to Kaminari. "See that giant lump? That's the flower that's been gowing in your lungs kid."

Kaminari nods. While Mina and Sero shudders in fear and stick to Kirishima. "And how to get rid of it?"

"Of course with surgery. But of course you know what will happen don't you?" said that doctor while preparing to leave. He place something on the desk and a pen.

"That's the contract if you agree to do the surgery. Just sign it if you agree. Nurse will come and take it tomorrow. Think wisely kid, if the flower is not removed soon, you only have less than a week to live." explained that doctor. Then he leaves. Leaving Kaminari no choice.

Kirishima's mad. He can't accept this.

"Denki this is stupid. You need to do the surgery soon!" beg Sero while Kirishima's thinking. Kaminari got Hanahaki. It's a one-sided love. But with who?

"Who?" Kirishima asked suddenly. His voice is beyond serious this time. Kaminari who got no clue just tilt his head, "Huh?"

"You like who Kaminari? Tell us!" force Kirishima.

Kaminari frozed. This whole time he never even tell one of his close friends about his feelings. Because he think that they will never understand.

He's wrong.

Kirishima, Mina, and Sero keep forcing him to tell who's his crush is. Untill they got the point where he finally gave up. Kaminari sighed and take a deep breath.

"It's (Y/N)."

Kirishima widened his eyes while Mina froze. Sero shakes his head and sighed sadly.

"You serious? (L/N) (Y/N)?" Sero crossed his hand and stare at his friend.

"Relax. I like her even before she's ended up with Todoroki." he answered.

Sero scratch his head. "This is too hard Denki."

"I know." His hand snatch the paper that's on the table and signed it.

29th June

A guy with that blonde hair is still asleep. His chest is now wrapped with bandages neatly. He should be awake now because the anesthesia effect should be gone by now.

Kaminari stretch his body slowly. Opening his eyes and blinks it a few times, trying to get it focus. His eyes are sticky and his throat is dry.

His eyes wander around, looking for some clock untill he find one. It shows 10 o'clock. The sun shine is piercing trough the window softly.

Unexpectedly, the door's burst open. Someome familiar is now entering his room.

"Kaminari! Happy birthday! I'm so sorry yesterday i can't visit you. So i figured today will be perfect!" she smile widely. "Hey Kaminari. Get well soon." A guy with two tone hair standing beside her also talks.

"Ah Todoroki.. Thanks." he remembered that the two tone haired guy is one of his classmate.

The girl that's now standing beside Todoroki smiles. Hoping that Kaminari will talk to her too.

It was you.

Kaminari looks at you weirdly and as if you're a stranger to him. He's confused.

"I'm sorry but.. Who are you?"

"Not only erasing their feelings towards their crushes, but it can also erase some of their important memory of her/him which leads to a light insomnia about this spesific people."

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I've been writing and perfecting this imagine for almost a month now. Also i add something in the end. I think that adding some insomnia part will turn the whole fic better so yeaah, Here's some adorable Denki to cheer up your day~

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SUNSHINE

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| Taehyung x Ravenclaw! Reader (fluff) :00 can't | | Wait for the HMC au bby💜 |

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Taehyungxravenclaw! Reader pt. 1/?

A/N- You got it! Sorry it took so long I was adjusting to my new school schedule before I started writing again. And SAME! It's my motivation to keep improving, as I don't want to write/post a HMC au I wouldn't want to read. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to tag you or not,so just let me know for the next parts. Anyways, hope you enjoy sorry if it's absolute garbage :[ I'm going to go back and check it one more time tomorrow to look for any typos I missed, but until then please ignore them.

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The halls were buzzing with excitement all over the castle. You couldn't walk 15 feet without hearing the news about the rumored new students. From what your ears had gathered from students rushed conversations while walking to and from your lessons and the occasional accidental (read: deliberate) snooping, they were international students coming from somewhere in Asia. You were quite uninterested to say the least. (Or so you tried to tell yourself). If anything, you were confused and even a little irked at the news. As rumors tend to lack factual evidence, there's is no telling how many new students you'll be getting, how old they are, when exactly they'll be arriving and last but not least WHY they are coming to hogwarts on the cusp of the first exam season of the year. How inconvenient for the new students and the teachers, to be plopped into a class and then taking an exam on it days later, in a foreign language as you can only assume English isn't their first language. You became so invested in the news however, that you just HAD to solve it. You had to figure out all the answers. You saw it as a challenge: a riddle if you will. This always happens when new rumors surface. You try to convince yourself that you just don't care, that you remain unbothered at all times. But your Ravenclaw spirit sees this as a brain game. You just love the rush of sneaking around and discovering the truth before everyone else. You never share what you discover though, it's just a personal accomplishment that you record in your journal. Sometimes you've gotten into a couple sticky situations but nothing terrible or detention worthy. Just a "Miss L/N, why are you pretending to be a gargoyle above the gardens?" Or a "Can you please stop smelling people's closets, we assure you we will find whoever is taking our gillyweed on our own. " You were so close to solving the last one too. Your money is on one of the Weasley kids. You could've sworn that they left a trail of fallen wet Dill leaves that they used to replace the gillyweed that led all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Your steps are quick as you make the last turn to the doors of the great Hall for breakfast, and your quick pace is kept all the way until you're seated at the nearly empty Ravenclaw table. Usually the table is bustling with students shoving food down their throat, chatting up a storm to their friends whose heavy heads are playing a sleepy game of tag with the table or their cereal bowl. This morning, however, you decided to arrive to breakfast as early as possible, for the sole purpose of gathering more information on the new students -but don't get it wrong, you aren't interested in them: no. Your mission to gather information on them stems from the fact that you need to know what to prepare yourself for. More trouble makers? Dear God, you can barely handle the ones you have. Pompous students that strut down the hallways and expect those around them to worship the ground they walk on? Ugh we don't need anymore of those. Snobs? Bullies? Sweet innocent small children? Not likely. But there's so many possibilities. As a Ravenclaw, you prefer to stay on top of things and be prepared for whatever is thrown your way. Your grades are important to you and the last thing you need is trouble right before your exams- ESPECIALLY care for magical creatures .... It is the only class you struggle with and just can't seem to bring your grade up to the same score as all your other classes no matter how hard to try. Hagrid pities you, he really does but you can only lose your projects so many times before he has to subtract it from your grade.

"It's not MY fault the projects can run away on their own" you mutter to yourself before pouring a cup of pumpkin juice standing up to examine the other foods available. Your eyes scan the contents presented on the table over the rim of your goblet as you sip from it. After the second wizarding war in Hogwarts, they partnered with other wizarding schools to help send students all over the world to the school of their choice for different opportunities. As a result of all the different cultures and traditions, the kitchen started loading the table with more diverse food choices at every meal. Clicking your tongue at the delicious looking Ethiopian breakfast dish, you decide to go for something you've had before so you don't upset your stomach before your school day.

By the time you're putting the last bit of scrambled eggs on your plate a few more students have shuffled in for breakfast. You quickly sit and begin to eat keeping your ears open for any news of the supposed newcomers. Again, you really aren't that interested in them you swear.....

However minutes pass of you listening to a young Gryffindor complain about the girl she likes not noticing her, suddenly a conversation that carried over from the Hufflepuff table caught your attention.

"Seven?!" A voice exclaimed.

"keep your voice down!"

You turned your attention to two girls, one Hufflepuff and one Gryffindor. You recognized the first voice to be Kim Yong Sun, and the second as Moonbyul Yi; the both of them seventh year transfers from South Korea during their second year.

"Sorry. But how do you know? There hasn't been any confirmation of them arriving let alone how many there are. " Yongsun eyed Moonbyul skeptically and you can hear the click of her chopsticks being set down from where you're sitting you're listening so closely. You slightly nod in agreement to the conversation you aren't a part of. She's right. There hasn't been any confirmation or factual evidence of transfer students. Yet here you are, sitting in the breakfast hall at 6:05 am on a Friday morning listening to fourth year romance drama and the yawns of a few other students like you're life depends on it. Maybe this is stupid, you should just go back up to bed and let it go. You aren't one for caring about new students or rumors anyways. Maybe you were just looking for something to distract you from the upcoming exams: Yeah, that was probably it. You sigh picking up one last piece of toast making up your mind to take it upstairs with you. Putting the piece of toast in your mouth you place your hands on the table to stabilize you as you swing one leg off of the bench to get up.

"I know one of them." Moonbyul responds quietly. You bite your toast out of surprise causing the rest of it to fall from your mouth as you plop down to straddle the bench with a loud thud while playing hot potato with your toast attempting to save it before it hit the floor. You glace around to see if anyone noticed, but thankfully those there are much too tired to care. You swing your leg back into your seat and continuee to listen to their conversation. Everyone needs a little distraction every now and then right? A hobby? Can snooping be considered a hobby....? I guess you're really doing this again.

"You know them? Really? So they're from South Korea too?" Yongsun asked while beginning to eat again.

"Yep. But I only know one of them pretty well, his name is Kim Seokjin and he's in my year. The rest of them I've only met a few times through him. "

Yongsun pondered what was said before speaking .

"Wait- seven of them..... Are they those loud boys from the music club you were in back home? Some of them are a little young don't you think?"

Moonbyul laughed. "Yep that's them! And no- the youngest of them should be a fourth year right about now."

You figured you had heard enough information to go on and decided to actually go back to your dorm this time. You left your spot at the table and began to make your way back to your room for a quick nap before school began. Your walk back was filled with thoughts of the new kids. "Loud boys? Great." You said bitterly turning down a hall. " What does it have to do with me? From what I heard they are different ages, which will separate them a bit. Maybe none of them will even be in my house, and I won't see them. After all, there's only seven of them and a whole school of other students. I probably won't even notice them. "

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A fork clinked gently against a goblet, and McGonagall rose to her feet. "May I have your attention please."

The loud dinner chatter quieted down almost immediately and all heads turned to the teacher's table.

"Thank you." She placed her goblet down before returning her gaze to the students. "As many of you have heard, there are rumors going around that Hogwarts will be accepting some new students. It is my pleasure to finally put these rumors to rest- "

A chorus of disappointed sighs and groans rang through the hall, looks like they weren't getting new students after all. You almost let out a disappointed sigh but caught yourself. You didn't want new students, they were a distraction and a nuisance. Right? I mean... It was a little bit of a disappointment considering all the hard work and snooping you had been doing recently. Your friend group doesn't spread rumors much, so everything you knew had been from eaves dropping and hiding, like the gargoyle incident. You guess you sat up there for 45 minutes all for nothing.

"-excuse me please quiet down." The students all shut their mouths quickly, afraid of angering her. "As I was saying, I am happy to finally introduce to you our new students from South Korea." The hall erupted into excited chatter, girls and boys alike fawning over whether or not the newcomers were attractive, nice, mean or any other possibility, like you have been for weeks ever since you overheard the students chatting about it outside the potions cupboard you were in when the rumors first started.

Clearing her throat the headmaster gave a sharp warning look to all the students, again silencing them. "As you know, usually transfer students come on the first day of school with the first years to get sorted. However, there was a couple issues regarding the ministry during their application process, so they arrived later than usual. I have no doubts that you will all make them feel very welcome here." She waved her hand as a signal to Filtch, who scampered out of the Great Hall, returning only a few moments later with a trail of students behind him.

Seven. There was seven of them just like you'd heard about this morning. You feel your chest swell with pride. You did good for a half assed Snoop mission. They were all male, and most looked to be around your age, and you'd be lying if you said they weren't in the least bit attractive. You scowled internally knowing that their looks would be all you'd hear about during your study sessions in the common room.

The sorting hat was brought in and the sorting began. McGonagall unrolled a small piece of parchment and read off the first name "Jung Hoseok", and you held your breath as the first boy made his way up.

He looked rather pleasant. His bright face was framed with medium length brown hair, and his smile was wide. He was practically glowing as he sat on the stool. There was a few moments of silence before the hat shouted out a loud "Hufflepuff!" And the hall clapped while McGonagall lead him to the proper table.

Slowly one by one each of the other boys went up. There was another Hufflepuff, his name was Park Jimin, and a Gryffindor whose name was Jungkook. 'So far so good' you think to yourself.

The next boy to go was called Kim Namjoon. He was tall and had a pair of square modern glasses perched on his nose, the legs of the glasses covered by his messy silvery gray hair. He's a bit taller than most of the others so the stool looked comically small beneath his long legs which he had stretched out for his feet to rest on the heels of his shoes. He radiated nerves with his hands rubbing up and down his black pants and his cheek pulled in slightly as he chewed on it. You were too lost in thought to realize it had been almost an entire minute of silence when the hat announced a very loud "RAVENCLAW!"

You felt your face scrunch up a bit but clapped anyway. I mean, it's only one of them and he looks rather pleasant; not too loud or obnoxious. He looks put together-maybe a little clumsily- but still respectable. You watched him take a seat and shake hands with other students. Yeah, he seems pretty ok. Instead of paying attention you continued to study the boy. After all, there's only a small chance one of the last three would be a Ravenclaw. The next name which you recognized as the boy Moonbyul knew, Kim Seokjin but blocked it out after that.

Namjoon seemed to be getting along nicely with the other students at the table. His smile was friendly and welcoming and his demeanor calm and assured.

"GRYFFINDOR"

You clapped absent mindedly as you continued to watch Namjoon become much less nervous than he had been up on the stool. His eyes gleaming and his honey skin shining in the great Hall lights giving off a faint golden glow. He literally held the presence of a god. You were beginning to doubt what Yongsun had said about them being loud as you watched the next boy climb up to the stool, and you looked around at the other new students and noticed they all were pretty quiet and calm, aside from Jungkook whose cheeks had flushed pink as Seokjin had an arm thrown over his shoulders supposedly boasting about what you heard to be his "handsome face", and his "baby boy kookie" . You really did seem to have nothing to worry about, it was just your anxiety that made you so scared of newcomers.

"RAVENCLAW"

Again you applauded without thinking before you froze. You looked back up to the stool and watched a boy about as tall as Namjoon bounce excitedly over to Namjoon and plop down right next him with a loud "Namjoon-hyung!" Followed by a box shaped smile and a joyful giggle. His eyes were dark to match his fluffy long ish hair that looked unsually soft. He was much louder than his friend Namjoon, you could hear his introductions and laugh travel down to your seat of the table, enabling you to hear his name: Kim Taehyung. You glared lightly at him sizing him up when suddenly your glare was met with bright cheerful eyes. 'Dont blush you're not interested, dont' You felt your face contort into a look of shock and heat slowly rise to your face before Taehyung sent you a wide boxy smile that caused his eyes to crinkle into small crescents, a sight that made you flush even more - you couldn't deny he was attractive. 'no no no no no-' At the sight of your blush you heard him laugh out a loud "cute", turning your face to an even darker shade of red than you had even thought possible. Those near him followed his gaze and laughed a little bit at your red face and a few "awww Y/N"'s and "oooh get it girl" were sent your way. You quickly tore your eyes away from his and shoveled the food down your throat causing you to choke on it, your hands grasped for your drink which a panicked seatmate handed you. You chugged half of it down before sputtering out a few coughs.

"Are you okay Y/N?" The same seatmate asked with a concerned look.

You nodded noticing that most of your table had now focused their attention on you. Embarrassment now completely took over your body as you shot up from your seat so fast you hit your knee off of the table and knocked your drink over to spill all over your robes. You let out a sound of frustration but you didn't let it stop you from your mission: to get out of the great Hall and to hide under your covers until morning. You turned and walked out as fast as you could ignoring the calls and stares you felt from the table. You made it outside of the great Hall and began to sprint down the halls all the way to the common room door.

Gasping out the password you don't even wait for the door to open all the way before you push inside the common room and up the steps to your dorm room. You slam the door shut and fall on the floor, the only sound in the room being your loud labored breathing and your wild heartbeat. After a few moments your breathing calmed down and it finally hit you what you had just done.

"oh my God I'm such an idiot! Why couldn't I just let this one go? " You stood up and stomped your way to your dresser and ripped out some night clothes. "Was your life really this boring? You could've just ignored the new students. You could've just not given a damn but no. " You slammed the drawer shut and went into the bathroom to begin changing. Aggressively taking off your sticky pumpkin juice covered robes with a grunt "You just HAD to get involved in the rumors. You KNOW you can't let something go once you commit to it. You shouldn't have even committed to it. Hell, you should've stopped after you were caught snooping around the class attendance lists" You slid on your night clothes and picked up your robes to take a closer look at them with a sigh.

"now I have to wash my robes tomorrow because YOU have no self control and can't stop being nosy." You glared at yourself in the mirror, sticking your tongue out at the reflection.

Exiting the bathroom you ball up your robes and place them in your hamper. You have calmed down significantly, the steam and anger from the embarassing moment in the hall finally wearing off. With a inhuman groan you dragged your hands down the sides of your face. "He's just a boy. All he did was smile at me... And call me cute...." Your thoughts drifted off to his cute box smile, and twinkling brown eyes. You abruptly sat up with a determined look. "No. No no no no. You don't have time for crushes, you only have one more week till exams and you aren't letting your grades slip just because a cute boy happens to join your house. Just ignore him. It's easy as that. " You pull your covers down and flop into bed.

A couple hours had passed, and you pretended to sleep when all your dormmates came up to bed one by one. Eventually after some tossing and turning you sigh. Your mind is full of that stupid boy, and the way he called you cute. So much for not even noticing the new kids.

~DeepSheep