#and i think Because my class is so open-ended and i really encourage them to write as genuinely and honestly as they’d like to

[bookinit02]

ran into my first student using chatgpt and honestly i was gonna be mad until i thought harder about Why he was using chatgpt and i was like well. that part of the assignment was kind of useless bullshit anyway so yk what that’s on me. consider it gone.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

All Thanks to You - T.Nott

Summary - At first, Theo found her gifts sweet and kind but the longer they went on the more they annoyed him. He had the false assumption that she was chasing after his money and status but he was very wrong. He didn't realize how wrong he was until he overhears her sticking up for him in library.

Pairings - Theo Nott x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Use of Y/N, female reader, profanity, stress

Author's Note - I'm getting through all of my requests slowly but surely, this will probably be my first and last post of the day. I'll try my best to keep banging these out but unfortunately today was my last day of spring break and my vacation from work. Thank you for being patient!

Based off the request by an anon

Expect delays in my posting! My semester has started and I am taking 4 classes! Please be patient with me!

My requests are open!

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Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

It was almost disgustingly obvious how much she liked Theo, except to the boy himself. It had taken him ages to figure it all out. He thought it was weird at first, he was always getting baked treats, a seat saved, books that he ended up loving and notes sent to him. Then, it started to annoy him, he thought that she was just trying to get to him because of his status and money. That of course wasn’t her intention but he didn’t figure that one out until he overheard a conversation, one revolving around him and all of his flaws and untrue rumors.

He was about to jump in himself until the sweet voice of the girl sending him all of these good things chimed in. 

“That’s not true at all. Theo is so kind and sweet. He cares so much about his friends and only acts cold to people like you because you believe and spread all of these bullshit lies. He’s not rude, he’s not unnerving, he especially isn’t ugly or gross to girls. He’s sweet and kind and loving and a great person and if you can’t see that, then don’t consider me your friend anymore,” She ranted before packing up her books and walking away, not expecting to bump into the boy himself. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going, I’ll get out of your way.”

“Wait,” He pleaded, having every expectation of her walking away but she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, “Thank you for sticking up for me. I know I said your gifts were annoying but I don’t really think that. I honestly thought you were after me for money or to boost your status or something, I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. You’re a good person Theo. I’d love to talk more but I really have to go study for the potions exam,” She told him.

“Study with me, I have an O in the class, I can help you.” The smile on her face brightened the room, making his heart skip a beat, a smile finding its way onto his own lips.

“Okay! I know the best spot in the library,” She chirped, grabbing his hand and leading him to the top floor into a quiet corner. The two of them studied together for nearly an hour before she spoke again, “How in the fuck do you make a draught of the living dead again? I can’t remember anything right now, my brain is fried,” She groaned, resting her forehead on crossed arms.

“You need a break, love. Let’s go to the kitchen and get some food from the house elves,” Theo offered.

“Won’t we get in trouble?”

“No, I’m friends with the prefects on duty, let’s go before they change shifts.”

The whole way down to the kitchen, the two were holding hands, neither of them had even noticed until Draco stopped them in the stairwell leading down to their destination. “What do we have here? The infamous Theodore Nott holding hands with his admirer?”

“Oh shove off, we need you to cover the kitchen while we get food,” Theo told his friend, still holding onto her hand even though they were caught.

“What’s in it for me?” Draco asked.

Before Theo could open his mouth, Y/N answered, “Pumpkin pasties, green apples and cauldron cakes. I see you eating those a lot so I assume you like them?”

“You assume correctly, fine, let’s go lovebirds.”

Holding up her end of the promise, she got Draco his favorite sweets, snacking with the two Slytherin boys. The blond boy had taken a liking to her, finding her genuine, funny and observational. The bond between Theo and Y/N had grown and only got stronger by the day. It was no surprise to any of their friends when they started dating not long after studying together. 

They continued to have study dates until the day of the Potions exam. She was extremely nervous and Theo was nervous for her. They didn’t get to see each other until dinner that day. Taking her usual spot next to Theo at the Slytherin table, casually sliding a paper to him. He furrowed his eyebrows before opening the paper, the red ink stared him right in the face.

“You got an O?! Bellissima, that's amazing! I’m so proud of you!” Theo exclaimed as he hugged her tightly, placing kisses on her head.

“All thanks to you, handsome,” She smiled at him.

Theo kissed her deeply on her lips causing groans and gags around them. Neither of them having a care in the world other than her O.

[anzulvr]

Karma with a s/o who can't hold eye contact 😋😋😋

Tysm if u do have a wonderful day 🫶🫶🫶🫶

���︎ ʚɞ Karma Akabane x Reader who can’t hold eye contact

— It's your shy demeanor that catches Karmas' attention the first time you meet him. He notices how around other people such as Rio or Nagisa you’re much more extroverted and you seem more authentic. Every time he tries talking to you, you can’t look him straight in the eyes, and your personality becomes a lot tamer. He assumes it’s because you’re not as comfortable around him, and that you'll open up in time.

 He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The more time you spent in End Class, the less you could look at him. He’s never had a lot of friends and that never bothered him before. Except now it seemed like you were comfortable with everyone else in class. Even Terasaka and Itona were able to pull some conversation out of you.

You’d get all nervous and trip on your words; you’d look at your hands or shoes, but never directly at him.

Most people, once they get to know him, are scared off by his “jokes” and slightly violent tendencies.

That’s why, instead of assuming you’re into him, he assumes you’re scared because of some rumor that spread around campus. Which one? He couldn’t say for sure. Students would often make up stories about him.

 “He keyed the principal's car and sliced his tires.” (Never happened, good idea though.) 

“He pushed Koyama down the stairs, that's why he sprung his ankle.” (He didn’t, but he wishes he did.) 

“He snuck into the broadcasting room and sold some of Teppei’s personal belongings.” (That one did happen.)

You were hanging out with Rio outside, and he came up to you two out of boredom.

Midway through the conversation, he notices you picking at the grass, a little while after that, you make up a lame excuse to go talk to Okano, who’s on the opposite side of the mountain.

You’re a really bad liar.

Once he’s alone with Rio, he half-heartedly says, “I wonder what rumor [Name] heard about me that has them afraid of me.” 

“Afraid? Why do you think that?”  

“You haven’t noticed? Always getting quiet when I’m around, leaving randomly—it’s pretty obvious.”

 Rio just laughed. "Wow, you’re dumb. [Names] like that ‘cause they like you.”

 He let that new bit of information get into his head. Her conclusion makes more sense.

Now he’s being extra annoying. The more annoying and insistent he gets, the more comfortable you get. 

You get to the stage where you talk to him with excitement, you don’t get tripped up on your words anymore and you’re constantly hanging out, but you still can’t look at him.

He decides (with a lot of encouragement from Korosensei and a little help from his classmates) that the only way things will move forward is if he makes the first move.

When he lays out his feelings for you, he makes sure your eyes are on him. He tilts your head back at himself when your vision starts to wander.

 Even after you officially get together, the nerves don’t completely go away. Whenever he does something nice for you or when he makes you laugh, you hide your face behind your hands or on his shoulder. 

He’s starting to look away from you too; if you noticed how flustered he can get around you, he wouldn’t live it down.

♡ PS sorry It’s been so much time since my last post!!

[ray-winters]

we just wanna hear any hcs you have for our boy misch

Alright, y’all asked for it, buckle up:

Mischa makes most of his money from an apprenticeship he has at the only tattoo parlor in Uranium City. He gets paid a bit, and on top of that he gets free tattoos (which is where he got all of his from). Plus it keeps him out of the house and also pisses his very traditionally valued adoptive parents off. Win win.

My Mischa only has tattoos on his right arm bc I am left handed so HE is left handed- he does his own tattoos mostly. He was going to start a sleeve on his left arm after he got home from the fall fair.

Speaking of his tattoos; the first tattoo he gave himself was one that says “Bad Egg” w/devil horns and a devil tail. “Bad Egg” was something his adoptive dad would frequently call him, so it was his way of reclaiming the name for himself, and pissing off his adoptive parents bc they were viciously anti-tattoo

He has another tattoo of a crescent moon with a “ - T” next to it bc he asked Talia to draw him something to put on his body. She drew the moon because of the time difference between Kyiv & Uranium, any time she sees the moon she knows she’s going to hear from Mischa soon. So she began to associate Mischa with the moon.

My personal fav tattoo I gave Mischa is that stereotypical “S” where you draw 6 lines and connect them. This is brand fucking new to Mischa, he had never seen it before, and he thought it was dope af, so he tattooed it on himself immediately.

He has a tattoo of a pot leaf, but it’s not very good so everyone always thinks it’s a Canadian maple leaf. Which drives him up the wall.

Mischa has taken in a small black cat that would hang around the tattoo parlor and would occasionally follow him home. It lives with him in the basement, it comes and goes, and it is a well kept hidden secret.

Mischa hangs at Noel’s house…a lot. Noel’s mom lets him stay the night often bc she knows about his home life and thinks it’s disgraceful, so she takes care of him.

Mischa was class clown and relatively popular at his high school in Ukraine- which is the polar opposite of how he’s received at St. Cassian’s. People either are afraid of him, or they try to make fun of him, so either way he has found himself alone most of the time.

He’d never admit it, but Mischa does actually enjoy hanging with the kids in the choir. He gets to hang with his bestie, Noel. He admires Constance’s patience and kindness, he thinks she’s probably the best person in Uranium. While he and Ocean get on each other’s nerves, there’s a small part of him that secretly looks forward to their fights. But only a little bit. He doesn’t notice Ricky is there until after the accident, and then spends a large chunk of his time trying to rectify that by getting to know/encourage Ricky.

He and Noel became friends bc some of the boys who were trying to bully Mischa were also bullying Noel. When Mischa was about to start defending Noel, Noel ended up proving he can defend himself with his quick wit rather than fists. This is a trait that Mischa admires a lot, so they pretty much joined forces that day and they’ve been the dynamic duo of Uranium City ever since.

Mischa has pretty severe abandonment issues and it prone to panic attacks because of it. He’s more of a “suffer in silence” kind of guy, so it takes someone with patience and kindness like Constance to give him some tips on how to calm himself down. I.E. remembering a calming situation like “climbing back into your bed in the morning and feeling the heat left over from your body.”

Mischa had been kicked out of a few schools in Uranium, and his adoptive figures (they’re not really parents, barely guardians) gave him one last chance at St. Cassian’s. When he was caught stealing the communion wine, Father Marcus told him he HAD to join the choir and that he HAD to at the very least sing at the competition. Which is why he doesn’t do any choreo during the opening number.

Addendum- he does ONE move during the opening number. The finger wag on “oh no no” because Noel came up with that move, and after Ocean tried to cut it, Mischa said it was the only move he’d do even if it was cut. So he forced her to keep the move in via malicious compliance.

Over the course of the musical, there isn’t really a moment where he thinks he’s gonna win. His life wasn’t fair, why should his death be any different.

He thinks Jane is THE coolest and THE most metal thing he’s ever seen. After she finishes her number, his heart is effectively broken for her.

When Constance punches Ocean, Mischa doesn’t have the “FUCK YEAH” reaction that you’d expect. It’s actually met with some sadness. He’s always encouraging Constance to stick up for herself, and to not take Ocean’s shit. But, he respects that she has patience and kindness. When Constance punches Ocean, he almost sees it as a failure on his part.

The reason in my head why Mischa and Ocean feud so much is because they remind each other of one another’s parents. Ocean is the poster child of excellence in Uranium, Mischa’s adoptive parents have said more than once that they wish he could “be like that Ocean girl” - on the contrary, Ocean has caught Mischa smoking weed before. His incredibly radically liberal world view reminds her of her hippy parents. They get that anger out at them on each other. But at the end of the show, they both have a deeper respect for one another. Ocean for Mischa because she sees the real him, who is gentle & compassionate. Mischa for Ocean because she does the most selfless thing she could possibly do, which he respects infinitely.

I’m sure I have more but these are the HC’s that immediately came to mind. This is what makes Majestic Rep’s Mischa, Mischa.

[quin-ns]

hey ! may i request some fluff with ethan landry where he thinks she’s asleep so he whispers i love you to her but she was actually awake? (can either be established relationship or not) you can decide how she reacts :))

im so glad i found your blog because you write for many of the things that i like and it honestly felt like i hit jackpot seeing your masterlist. feel free to turn down this request/change it up !!hope u are having a good day/night <3

aw well I’m happy you found me! 🫶

writing this as a quick drabble/ficlet bc I like the idea but can’t think of a whole fic lol- enjoy!

Whispers (Ethan Landry x Reader)

You weren’t going to the party at first, but all of your friends were going and you didn’t wanna feel left out.

Getting drunk wasn’t exactly the plan either. However, you were already getting your ass kicked by classes and you wanted to let loose.

Your friends encouraged you as they did the same, all of you keeping an eye on each other.

Except, you got a bit too far ahead and ended up having to leave your friends Tara and Mindy behind on the dance floor (aka, the frat house living room floor). You ended up on a couch nearby and closed your eyes, trying to zone out and not focus on the headache-inducing music.

Did it have to be so loud?

You felt someone sit down next to you and you heard a familiar voice ask you a question.

“You alright?”

You didn’t have to look to know it was your friend Ethan. You could tell his voice anywhere, the two of you were pretty close. You and Ethan liked a lot of the same stuff and it was easy to talk to him about pretty much anything.

You met him a while ago and coincidentally, his roommate was the brother to your friend Mindy. You all ended up hanging out in a group after realizing that.

“A little too drunk,” you admitted, your head lolling to the side. You opened yours eyes and found him watching you curiously. “And very tired.”

“If you’re tired I can walk you back to your place.”

You made a noise of disapproval.

“It’s so far off campus, I’d rather just sleep here.”

Sinking into the couch felt like a really good idea.

“My dorm isn’t that far,” Ethan suggested with a shy smile. “Chad won’t care and it’s a weekend so you don’t gotta worry about class.”

You did take him up on that offer.

“You’re so sweet,” you told him as the two of you entered his apartment. You laughed to yourself, feeling quite lightheaded. “And cute.”

Ethan smiled at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but it’s a secret, so shhh,” you told him. You had a pretty huge crush on him, but you’d tried to keep it under wraps in order to maintain your friendship. But your words were coming out before you could stop them.

God, you were tired.

“Well, you’re pretty cute too,” Ethan said, then quickly changed topics when you didn’t respond right away. “You can take my bed, I’ll crash in the chair.”

He pointed towards a sad little beat up recliner.

You snorted. “No way, we can share.”

Ethan and Chad didn’t have bunk beds, so it was easy to kick off your shoes and climb into his bed. Another day you might’ve been more graceful, but it looked so comfortable and you couldn’t resist. Ethan did the same, not even changing into pajamas.

The two of you laid side by side and you tried to bite back a smile at the thought of being in bed with Ethan.

You rolled to the side, facing the wall, and closed your eyes. You were insanely exhausted and drunk, and really, really wanted to sleep.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” you mumbled to him. “And thanks for this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he responded. There was a moment of silence where you thought he was going to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he just said, “Goodnight.”

You started to drift off to sleep, getting comfortable. Maybe ten minutes passed and you should’ve been asleep, but you weren’t.

“Are you awake?” Ethan asked softly.

You were right on the edge of falling asleep finally and you knew if you started talking, that would never happen. Whatever he had to say, you two could talk about it tomorrow.

“I guess you are asleep… and now I’m just talking to myself.” Ethan laughed a little and you tried not to smile. “That’s okay, you need sleep. I just wanted to say… I’m glad you trust me and that I can be here for you. I like being your friend, and I—I like you, y’know?”

It was quiet for a long moment. Your breathing remained steady and you thought maybe he’d closed his eyes and drifted off.

Instead, he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm over your body.

“I really like you, actually. Like I lot… as more than just a friend,” Ethan continued in a whisper. You could feel his heart racing against your back and you tried to not let on that you were awake. “Maybe even love you, but that’s crazy, right? We’re not even dating and I think I’m in love with you…

You really wanted to open your eyes, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. He’d just poured his heart out, it didn’t seem like the right move to surprise him.

“I’ll tell you for real someday, if I can ever get the courage to ask you out.”

You hoped that was a promise that Ethan could keep. You liked him too—a lot—and hopefully that day he’d ask you out would come soon. You really wanted to see how things would go because you had a feeling that you could be in love him too.

[mtchee]

Kura Kura - [Sugawara Koushi] GN

blurb:

if you can act upright around your crush you must be a sociopath because that is the most difficult part of [name]'s entire school life. Hit hard in the feelings for the pretty setter in class 3-4, your fear of rejection and his blinding beauty and radiant and kind soul keeps you from approaching with any sort of romantic intent and hellbent on running away. Eventually, a few friends try to give you a shove closer in the right direction, though it seems like Sugawara's finally caught up all on his own.

cw: not edited, fluff galore, second-person-pov, sweet poor anxious [name], suga has my heart, wingmen daichi and asahi, asahi lowkey freaks out, kiyoko my beloved, [name] fearing for their life, kissing, Suga musters up his courage for your sake, smooth sugawara smooth

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[2.3k]

I get absorbed into an eternity~ Kura, Kura, Kura, Kura! (Dizzy Dizzy) (TWICE!)Isn't it magic, babe?~

"No, Lia, stop--" You flail as you're forcefully shoved towards the stairwell by the third year classrooms, "I will throw up on you if we get any closer!" 

"Don't be dramatic," Your friend replies, not ceasing her movements, "you promised me that you would talk to him this week, and it's Friday." 

"I said that I might if I can," You manage to wiggle your way out of Lia's grip, "I didn't promise you anything--ohmygod he's right there--" 

"Go say hi!"

"No! I don't want to be here right now!" 

From his place by the top of the stairwell, Daichi glances down at the two bickering in hushed whispers.

He blinks with a hum before looking at his friends, Sugawara and Asahi, who are too busy talking to notice them. A barely noticeable smirk makes its way onto his face at the sight of a familiar third-year, watching as they frantically shake their head at their friend.

He elbows Sugawara, "Hey, isn't it that [name]? Our classmate you said you like?"

"What? Don't be so loud, Daichi." The silver haired male warns, huffing at him despite the pink tinge on his skin. His friend rolls his eyes, motioning towards the friends down the stairwell.

Sugawara follows his line of sight, chest tightening. "...Okay, maybe I did say that," he sighs as his friends fist pump victoriously, "so what?" 

"Go talk to them," Asahi states, an encouraging look in his eyes.

Suga's gaze flickers and his shoulders slouch, "Even if I wanted to--I-I can't."

"What? Why not?" 

"Well," He rubs the nack of his neck sheepishly, "[name] runs away at the first sight of me," Sugawara sighs, diverting his gaze and propping his arms on the balcony railing.

"I think I've already scared them off somehow..." 

They remain in silence for a moment, Suga wallowing in his self pity whereas Asahi and Daichi remain in thought. 

"You know," Asahi pipes up slowly, "[name]'s generally a pretty shy person..."

"Oh yeah, that's right," Daichi perks up, "isn't [name] in your class, Asahi?" The male in question nods.

"Mm. Uh... I could talk to them for you if you want." 

Sugawara visibly brightens, perking up against the railing, "Really?" 

"Sure," The bun haired man smiles before faltering, "b-but... I hope [name] isn't scared of me..."

"U-Uh, hey, [name]-san!" Asahi hurriedly calls out to you after the school bell rings, signifying the end of the day. You look up from your desk, having stood up to pack your bag.

Asahi immediately sweat drops, not having though this through.

"Um, uh... y-you're in the photography club, right?" He mentally sighs in relief at her nod, "I was, eheh, just wondering what this term's project was? A-Asking for a... friend..." 

"Oh, sure." You give him a polite smile and open your bag, plucking out your camera.

You don't notice Asahi thanking whatever god there was that you bought his excuse.

"We're supposed to do something along the lines of... capturing movement, or some sort of... improvement? It's an odd topic that I've been struggling with, so quite a few of us haven't started it yet, myself included." 

"Capturing... movement?" Asahi echoes, and you nod with a hum, "like, physically, or..?"

You shrug, "I guess. Ah, I'm not too sure where to start though."

Your classmate straightens up, an idea springing to his mind, "Hey, how about you come photograph the volleyball club? That counts as movement, right? Besides, we've been meaning to advocate for sponsors too..."

"Oh, really?" Your eyes sparkle, "I'll take you up on that offer, for sure! But, would that be okay with your captain..?" 

Asahi nods, "O-Of course! You could drop by now to check things out if you want!" 

"Ah, alright!" Your smile is one of relief and gratitude, "thank you, Asahi-san! I'll just call in with my club and then I'll head on over." 

"Sure, I'll see you soon then," Asahi holds his breath as you nod politely before leaving the classroom with your bag and camera in hand.

He stalls a few minutes before bolting out the door and into the nearly empty class next door, "Daichi, Suga! She's dropping by the court today!" 

"Today? Now?" Sugawara perks up. The ace nods affirmatively. 

"[name]'s got a project in the photography club and I offered to let them take pictures of us. [name]'s just stopping by to check things out today."

"Well, we better head down there then," Daichi smirks, nudging Suga and giving Asahi a rough pat on the back, "nice work, Asahi! And try not to get too distracted, Suga." 

"I-I won't get distracted!" 

His two friends share a look. 

"Sure you won't." 

"Whatever you say." 

"Uh, hello?" You hesitantly knock on the wall of the gymnasium before you step in, "pardon the intrusion--"

"Ah, [last name], right?" Daichi makes his way over to you after talking to Ukai about everything, "feel free to put your stuff by the bench and to move around. We're just warming up at the moment." 

"Thank you, a-and feel free to just call me [name]," You give him a curt smile before doing just that, getting your camera back outall the whilst.

You turn it on and adjust the lens, directing it towards the court and focusing it on the various players stretching. You hum to yourself as the slight blur disappears before gasping, a squeak nearly daring to echo with the gym's torrent acoustics when you spot Sugawara in the midst of the group.

You lower the camera from your view, eyes wide before quickly turning your back to them as you feel yourself overheating. 'How could I forget? He's the vice-captain of this club..! God I'm so stupid...'

"[last name]-san?" You tense as Kiyoko approaches, "are you alright? You look a bit... flushed."

You swore you could see the lightest of smiles on the pretty girl's face.

Kiyoko hums, "hm, don't worry. I won't tell him."

Your heart drops.

"What."

You could feel the blood rushing to your face in humiliation--maybe you weren't as slick as you though...

"K-Kiyoko-san..." You felt pale, "did... did Lia tell you?!"

'They are in the same class after all...' 

"That, and it's rather obvious you like him." The ravenette chuckles, "it's okay. He hasn't caught on quite yet. Why don't you say hi?" 

You shake your head, "I-I can't," you sigh while Kiyoko tilts her head confusedly, "he's just...too much for me. I think I've gotten myself too involved in it, in a way."

"What do you mean?"

Your feel dizzy having to say it all, shrinking in on yourself with a humbling groan.

"When... When I'm around him it's like... I-I get dizzy, and, I've never liked someone so much before and I don't know if it's weird or not, b-but I can't stop thinking about him, and then I get restless and-and--I just seem to lose control of myself..."

Your voice cracks, "mMMmMm I hate feeling so flustered about this..!" 

"No, no," Kiyoko giggles at your embarrassed expression, "it's a very sweet sentiment. I think it's cute... And you know," A cheeky glint appears in her eyes, "he probably would too~" 

"Who's this about?"

Your heart stops beating momentarily before you slowly turn around, visibly deflating in relief at the sight of the team's captain.

Daichi chuckles at you sheepishly, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know we're about to start our practice game in case you wanted a few shots of those." 

"A-Ah," You straighten yourself up and nod gratefully, ignoring the fact that your face refused to give you a moment's respite from its embarassed warmth.

"Thanks. I'll, uh... I'll just take a few photos of that... uh.." You give your fellow third years a quick awkward smile before scurrying away to the other side of the court. 

Daichi blinks before turning to Kiyoko, "Do you think they're getting anywhere?" 

"Oh, [name]'s down just as bad as him," The manager lets out a small laugh, "but nowhere near as confident. Suga can rest assured that [name] isn't actually scared of him, just a bit shy." 

"I think 'a bit' is an understatement," Daichi crosses his arms in thought as he watches the student in question bolt off the moment Suga so much as steps in their direction, "let's try work on that, shall we?" 

Aha.

Unfortunately for them, you managed to evade almost each and every one of their attempts to set you up with Sugawara, whether knowingly or otherwise. It was like you subconsciously avoided it.

And it was frustrating. 

But then, fortunately for them, a miracle happened where classes 3-1 to 3-4 merged for a combined project assignment; classes 3-1 and 3-2 were paired together (Kiyoko and Lia's class) followed by classes 3-3 and 3-4, which were coincidentally the classes containing Asahi and (Y/N), and Suga and Daichi.

The project required you to pick a partner from either class, wherein Asahi and Daichi quickly paired up, leaving Suga and you to fend for yourselves.

Luckily enough, Sugawara had the courage to ask you to be his partner, and thank god you actually accepted--otherwise the others would freak.

Thankfully, through this the two of you became closer (not like you really had a choice), often meeting outside of class time and during the weekend to complete your assignment.

Even then, you still stuck around during volleyball training since your own photography project wasn't finished either, giving the third years more time to plan--not noticing Sugawara gradually making moves of his own. 

"Hey, [name]," The vice-captain approaches you at the end of practice.

You were seated on the steps outside as you flicked through the camera's gallery, "Get any good shots today?" He smiles at you. 

You look up at him, nodding before turning your attention back to your camera, stiffening when you realize you just so happened to stop scrolling on a picture of him.

You snap the camera closed, warmth creeping up your cheeks, "Y-Yeah, ah... I should be finished with my project in the next week or so."

Your voice is quiet, but not so much that you had to strain yourself to hear it. 

Sugawara nods, humming, "Oh, nice. Speaking of projects," he ignores the butterflies in his stomach, forcing himself crouch down to match you, "about our assignment..." 

You could swear you were trembling under his gaze, ears ablaze in nerves and humiliation at having the audacity to breathe within this proximity--though you find you can't bring yourself to look away from his patient form.

"Y-Yes..?"

Suga takes in a breath before smirking, "How about... instead of meeting at the school library, we head downtown to that sweets café on the weekend? It would be a nice change of scenery, ah--plus we could have something to eat during study."

Your mind turns into chaos immediately, questions about if he had any sort of hidden meaning in his offer and overthinking the situation; your too caught up to notice the pink tinting his cheeks, nor how he hid his hand in his pocket to conceal his own trembling nerves. 

"Ummm... sure."

"Great," A wave of relief washes over Sugawara, the only visible signs of this being how his shoulders relax ever so slightly.

His smirk slips into a giddy, boyish smile, "How does Saturday sound? Around, let's say... early noon?" 

"Y-Yeah. That's okay with me!" 

He notices your conflicted, flustered expression and recalls the information his friends passed onto him. He bends his head to meet your eyes, gaze half lidded.

"Perfect." He leans in a little closer, and you doesn't move away. You take in a sharp breath, heart pounding in your chest.

His grin widens, and his blush increases to the tip of his ears, "It's a date then." 

Gaze flicking down to your lips, he takes in a small breath when he spies your anticipatory look before gently pressing his lips to yours.

His stomach erupts in a flurry of butterflies and he can't fight back a wide smile when you almost immediately--eagerly--respond to his touch.

The kiss is sweet, and goes on for a few moments longer than he expected--not that he was complaining. You separate with a quiet chu~.

(Y/N)'s eyes flutter, seemingly in shock before looking up at him. Suga swallows, feeling bashful as he notices you subconsciously run your tongue over your lips quickly, nervously, as though you could still feel him there. 

Suga smiles, no longer functioning on his mustered up courage but instead, running on a rush of adrenaline and unadultered joy.

"See you Saturday then," He positively beams at you.

You smile at him bashfully, feeling your body tingle in happiness as you grow giddy.

"Yeah," You voice softly, finding yourself lost in his hazel-brown eyes, "see you then."

He reaches out and caresses your warm cheek, giving you one more quick kiss and moon-eyed grin before picking himself up. 

Each now going your own way, Suga fist pumps to himself estatically, laughing at how he could feel the heat radiating from his own cheeks.

"Yes!" He traces a finger over his lips, almost unable to believe he got the confidence to make those moves on you. He bites the inside of his cheek, 'I can't wait to see [name] again.' 

You, on your way to upload the photos from your camera in the photography club room, find yourself in a daze.

You feel dizzy, breathless--oddly enough, not with your mind, but your heart. You let out a weightless laugh, a mix of happiness and bashfulness coursing through you. You clutche the camera case to your chest tight.

'I can't wait until Saturday...' 

From the steps of the clubroom, the remaining third years stand with their mouths agape in utter shock.

"Whoa... Suga was bold..." Asahi mutters quietly, still in disbelief.

Kiyoko blinks before shaking her head and giggling, happy for their two friends. Daichi finally snaps out of his stupor. 

"Well, at least we don't need to plan anything anymore."

[marvelouslizzie]

sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. 😭

if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. 🥹

if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words ❤️

Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.

summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.

word count: 842

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?

You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but it’s hard to concentrate. Especially, when Bucky’s voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isn’t laughing like that because of you. He’s just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you. 

“For the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.” 

No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. He’s so amused by the comment.

“Do you mean yourself, princess? Because I don’t see anyone else besides you studying right now.”

You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. That’s new. He usually calls you doll.

“Does it matter?”

“Matters to me.”

“Fine. I’m trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.”

You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isn’t.

“Don’t worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.” It could’ve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like he’s patronizing you.

“So what? I should stop studying?” 

“Yeah. Give yourself a break, doll.” He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. “Live a little.”

“Studying first, living later.” That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.

You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesn’t let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.

“Are you worried Bucky will get the best grade?” 

“Oh, come on, Sam!” Steve sounds tired already.

“I would like to see him try.” After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget there’s no need for this anymore.

“I got the best score last time, remember?” Luckily he doesn’t sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.

“And I will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.

“You always say that, but…” Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.

“But what?” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on!” You challenge him. He shouldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. “Say it.”

“Maybe later.” He resists.

"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.

“You always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.”

You can’t help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.

You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didn’t expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?

“If it's not me, then it has to be you, right?” You watch Bucky’s smile grow while others mumble with confusion.

“If not my girl, then who else?”

Oh, he really went there. He didn’t miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

You don’t say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. “See you after the exam.” You don’t look back, but you hear others talk.

“What the fuck just happened?” 

“Did she just-” 

“I told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!” 

“Language, Sam! We don’t even know…”

“Oh, they definitely did.” Natasha sounds rather amused.

“Fine!”

“Oh, come on! You betted on us?” Bucky’s charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.

[missmilkie]

Dragonball Bf Scenarios

Becoming Friends

2k words

Goku

After the Tenkaichi Budokai, you did end up giving Goku a call. It was about two weeks after the tournament when you met him out in the mountains. You silently prayed that he didn’t lure you out there just to murder you. Something about him gave you the feeling that not only was he not that smart, but he wouldn’t have any malicious intention. Because of that, you were at his place right on time.

You were one of the few Earthlings who could fly on their own. It was a technique you had learned from your master who had learned it somewhere else. Thanks to this ability, you traveled to the mountains with ease.

As soon as you knocked on the door of the small house, Goku opened it.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Wow you sure know how to get places on time.”

“Thanks. Training gets me so pumped.”

“I’m just finishing up breakfast. I’ll be quick though.”

When Goku said breakfast you expected like some eggs or something. His entire dining table was covered in empty bowls stacked up. Only a few still had food in them. He ate a ton! This was just breakfast!

“Sorry about the mess, I eat a lot.” Goku grinned sheepishly.

“It’s alright. Whatever you gotta do, man.” You shrugged it off.

Goku finished eating in a matter of minutes. He offered you some food, but you didn’t wanna barf while you trained.

There was a clearing not too far from Goku’s house. That was where you trained until lunch. Goku taught you how to focus your energy to shoot beams and told you about some weighted training he did. You would be trying that at home under your master’s supervision.

For lunch, you helped Goku prepare a meal of gargantuan proportions. It all smelled so good, so you weren’t complaining. All that training had worked up quite the appetite for you.

“Where’d you learn to cook like this? It looks and smells amazing.” You asked while chopping vegetables.

“When my ex-wife and I got divorced, I had to learn how to cook for myself so that I wouldn’t starve. Some friends gave me some cookbooks to study and I’ve been doing fine since.” Goku explained with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry to have brought up your divorce.” You frowned, feeling like an inconsiderate idiot.

“It’s okay. We weren’t really that happy together anyways. I was always away training, which was hard on her. We butted heads when it came to our sons’ schooling and whatnot.” Goku explained somewhat sadly. He perked back up again. “It was probably for the best. Now our sons don’t see us fighting all the time.”

“How old are your sons?” You questioned, trying to shift the topic.

“21 and 11. Gohan is the older one, and Goten is younger. My ex still has custody over Goten, so I only get to see him on the weekends.”

“How is Goten about all of this? Eleven is sort of a delicate age.”

“He seems to be alright. He’s just glad he gets to see me. Gohan is more affected I think. He doesn’t talk about it, but I can tell he’s sad that his mom and I weren’t happy together.”

“Geez, I need to stop asking questions. I’m over here bringing up deep stuff and we just met.” You chided yourself out loud.

“You’re fine. I love my sons, they’re a huge part of my life. They were bound to come up sooner or later.”

Vegeta

For some odd reason, everytime you left Capsule Corp, you ran into Vegeta. You couldn’t avoid him. No matter what you did, you ended up meeting him at the door. It would be more annoying if Trunks’s attitude wasn’t starting to turn around.

He had begrudgingly begun to cooperate during class. You didn’t know how long this streak would last, so you took advantage of it. You gave him positive reinforcement at every opportunity to encourage his new behavior. When you gave him a test, he passed with flying colors. It was a miracle!

You knew you kind of owed Vegeta some kind of thanks for talking to his son, but you were still upset about how rude he was to you. Your pride made it hard to do these things in the first place.

Swallowing your instinct to just glare at Vegeta as you walked by him, you prepared to say what you had mentally rehearsed for the entire walk to the door.

“Hey, Vegeta. I just wanted to say thanks for talking to Trunks. His grades have gotten so much better and he’s realizing how intelligent he really is. I think this has been a big confidence booster for him, and you’re one to thank for it.”

“Whatever. His mother told me to yell at him about his grades anyways.” And Vegeta ruined the moment.

“Your son’s education is important to me. Not just because I get paid for it, but because I genuinely enjoy what I do.” You stated with confidence. You were about to walk out the door when Vegeta grabbed you by the arm.

“You should tell me more about his progress next week. I didn’t raise my son to be a simpleton.”

With that, he released you. The cab ride home was full of thoughts for you. You and Vegeta were finally on good terms.

Son Gohan

Sitting next to Gohan was actually better than you thought it’d be. He was so funny and socially clueless. You could mess with him a bit.

At first he had things to say about you sleeping in class, but you assured him that it was fine. He saw your grades to prove it and has left it alone since. It was cute though because he mentioned it out of concern.

Gohan was so sweet compared to most other teenage boys. He didn’t bask in the attention from the other girls. He just nervously responded to them and exited the conversation as politely as possible. Gohan was a people pleaser, these things made him awkward. The fact that he was home schooled for most of his life only made it worse. He did not know how high school worked.

That was okay though. He had you to show him the ropes and guide him. You warned him about which people to avoid and not engage with. Teenagers could be nasty. In more than one way.

You took on the role of Gohan’s protector. People already didn’t like you, so you had nothing to lose. You tended to keep to yourself and stay out of drama. People held that and the fact that you were blunt, especially to those who interrupted your naps, against you.

Gohan just barely picked up on the fact that people didn’t like you. Some red headed girl that you couldn’t remember the name of had blackmailed him into going out with her. When he told you about it, he mentioned that she was confused as to why he chose to be friends with such a lazy bitch. You didn’t explain it much, but he got the idea.

While you weren’t one to stay awake in class, you were a studyer. Gohan came to your house after school almost every day to study for a bit before he had to go home. You offered to alternate which house you studied at, but he refused saying his mom would flip out if he brought a girl home.

“She would ask you if you’re pregnant. No joke.” Gohan told you with a horrified expression.

“You? Get a girl pregnant? That’s like impossible. You’re the biggest virgin I know.” You giggled.

“Hey! I could.” Gohan had learned enough from you to know that you were teasing him.

“Do you even know how sex works?” You raised your eyebrows, still laughing.

“Of course I do! The guy inserts his penis in the girl’s vagina and then they go at it until he ejaculates.” Gohan explained so matter of factly that you were on the floor laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You know so little. I have much to teach you, my child.” You patted his head.

“I don’t think I wanna know anything you have to teach me about sex.”

“It’ll be fun.”

Future Trunks

After you met Bulma, she convinced you to stay a while. The worn down Capsule Corp building provided a room for you where the androids would not hear you scream. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to stick around and contribute to Bulma’s efforts.

This included scavenging for materials with Trunks. You would go out and dig through rubble until you could find things that were still usable. It was hard work, but you enjoyed chatting with Trunks for hours every day.

At first he was shy and awkward. Bulma told you he hadn’t really met girls his age. You had to initiate your first conversations and keep them going which was hard. You weren’t used to interacting with people, so you were just as awkward. He did warm up to you though.

“Look at this, Trunks. Isn’t it cool?” You held up an unknown object. There were a lot of things that were probably everyday items back before the androids that you couldn’t name.

“Oh wow. That’s a music player!” He reached out for the small rectangular electronic device. He inspected the small screen and large circle with buttons around it, indicating their uses. “I might have a charger for this lying around the lab.”

“Let’s see if we can get it to work!”

In the evening, you headed back to Capsule Corp under the cover of the shadows of dilapidated buildings. The two of you put the salvaged parts in the lab before digging through some junk in Trunks’s corner.

Like his mom, he was gifted with technology and liked to tinker with appliances. When he scavenged he took things for himself that he found interesting. Only he could navigate his collection, carefully sifting through boxes.

“Found it!” Trunks turned around, charger in hand.

He plugged it into the wall before connecting it to the music player. An icon appeared on the tiny screen. Success.

“I wonder what songs are on it”

“Probably old stuff that we wouldn’t recognize. My mom might though.”

“Damn, calling your mom old like that.” You teased. He immediately turned red and looked away.

“I didn’t mean it like that..”

“I’m just giving you a hard time, Trunks.”

He went back to figuring out the device with his ears still tinted red. He gasped when he pressed a button and sound came out.

You swayed to the music, you’d never heard anything so beautiful for such a long time.

“I think you’re supposed to dance a certain way. My mom used to do it with me when I was younger.” Trunks stuttered through that a bit.

“By all means, teach me.”

“My hands go here.” He placed his hands on the sides of your waist. “And your arms go around my neck.”

You tentatively brought your hands up to meet at the back of his neck. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” Trunks began to sway, leading you through the song.

I hear the crystal raindrops fall, on the window down the hall, and it becomes the morning dew~

And darling when the morning comes, and I see the morning sun, I wanna be the one with you~

Broly

A few days in, things were going well on Vampa. Broly was gentle and considerate seeing as you were a human and happened to be much more fragile than him. He took you out to explore the planet, carrying you as he flew through the air.

His grip was light on your body, fingers nearly hovering around your shoulders and under your thighs.

“My father used to train me here. He had to cut off my tail because I couldn’t control myself as a great ape.” His deep voice was so soft.

“And to my knowledge, that is a transformation brought about by seeing the full moon? Vegeta tells me that he could control it, but Goku and Gohan never learned how to.”

Broly only hummed in response as he kept flying. The wind whipped at your hair and his, the strands loosely tangling. You could tell that Broly was focusing from the way his brows slightly furrowed, his nearly unblinking stare, and his slightly scrunched up nose. It was cute.

“This is where Ba lives.”

“Goku told me about him. Your father wounded him because he was your friend? An awful thing to do to an animal.” You glanced at his face to study his reaction.

Broly’s lips pursed into a frown and his eyes clouded with what you guessed was guilt and sadness.

“Yes. He didn’t like me playing with Ba.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Broly. You didn’t know better, and your father is the one who hurt him.” You placed a hand on his muscular shoulder, looking at him in his big dark eyes. “Beating yourself up about it won’t change what happened. You can move forward though.”

“How do I move forward from losing the first friend I ever had?” Broly averted his eyes.

“Accept what has happened. Your father hurt Ba.”

“Yes.”

“And it was not your fault.”

“Okay…”

“Now, we can try to befriend Ba again or leave him in peace if you think that’s best.”

“I…think I can try again.” The saiyan’s voice wavered for a moment.

“Take as much time as you need. I’ll be right here for you.”

[butterfly-writer]

hi!! i have a request if that’s cool :) i don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all so feel free to ignore me! my whole idea is honestly just a bunny girl x iida, like we’re talking fuzzy ankles and sort of calves that look like the cutest leg warmers ever!! ears n a little cottontail!! she’s strong and fast and just <333 and she’d be a bit timid but very friendly!! like she’s not naive, she’s rightfully anxious of the world but perhaps a sweetheart regardless because i think he could use some cautious optimism :) and i just want them to dote on each other and be happy and in love idk </3 maybe her shyly pining after him a bit and him making the first move?? (i’m projecting i fear) ((im not brave enough to even send this out of anon))

i hope you have an absolutely lovely day even if this prompt isn’t your thing and i adore your writing!!

Bunny Girl

Tenya Iida x Rabbit!Female!Reader Summary: Tenya Kids got the hots for a strong bunny girl!

★☽A/N: NO ONE HAS EVER SAID THEY ADORE MY WRITING. AWHHABHDJAVHS THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I haven't seen a good prompt in a while. I love, love, love your prompt! I hope this piece is to your liking <33

Contents: TOTAL FLUFF <33

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During class 1A’s second year, a new student was transferred from Shiketsu. She was so similar to Mirko! She had calves for feet and fluff like leg warmers! She also had expressive long bunny ears which you could just stay forever! And a cute fluff ball for a tail! Despite her cute appearance, she is fierce and strong in battle! She was a much cuter version of Mirko but had the same personality as the hero.

When she first joined, she was immediately bombarded with questions! Like, “Are those leg warmers or are they real?” , “Can I touch your ears?” , “Do your ears move according to your emotions?” And all kinds of questions, even disturbing ones from a certain purple haired boy.. But she was still well-respected by her peers!

Especially a certain boy~ Tenya Iida always respected Y/N, maybe even admired her for her strength. He was amazed by her impressive agility and battle knowledge. She soon became close with the rich boy. She told him how she interned with Mirko during her first year, back in Shiketsu. He was impressed she was able to do an internship with a well-known pro hero.

Despite her strong personality in battle, she was often shy and quite introverted. She didn’t talk much to other students and mainly spoke to her classmates in Class A. She didn’t like to talk with others because of the amount of anxiety, thinking about how they would think of her. Whenever she needed changes in her costume, she would always get flustered and shy whenever Hatsume started talking a lot to her.

She would actually go behind Iida whenever a student went up to her to talk. Iida found this cute but still encouraged her to open up to others. (In other words, he lectured her about confidence). The girl never really paid too much attention towards his lectures and his hand chops. She actually found it funny and endearing.

Despite Y/N’s shy personality, she was still a friendly sweetheart! If her classmates had to pick who to do a project with, she was the first pick. Actually, during her first project with Class A, everyone quickly turned to her. She was crowded with everyone, begging for her to be partners with her. Of course, she ended up being partners with Iida who was the only one who didn’t beg her to be his project partner.

Of course, Y/N liked him a lot! He was the only boy she felt comfortable with. He just felt… safe to be around. She was always scared to make the first move. But she always tried her best to be close with him, to get to know him more. And each day, she managed to fall in love with him more, more, and more.

Turns out, a certain boy felt the same as her. And he had planned to make the first move.

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It was a sunny, yet windy day. Tenya managed to muster up the courage to ask her to meet him at a garden he knew she liked. She, of course, said yes to him and did what he asked. She dressed up in a cute outfit, her rabbit features complementing her outfit.

She wondered why he wanted her to wear something cute. Perhaps she was going to get asked out?! She was a good deductor, after all. She'll admit, she actually likes the boy. She was comfortable with him, more than anyone she knows in her school.  She had these thoughts as she walked to the garden.

She admired the flowers she saw along the way to the exact spot Iida told her to meet him. She eventually made it and saw the flowers in his hands. It was her favorite flowers, they looked lovely in ribbons and paper it was wrapped with. She couldn’t help but blush with excitement.

“Tenya! How lovely!” She chuckled, walking up to him and receiving the flowers. “You didn’t have to.” The boy shook his head, “No, I knew it was the appropriate thing to do for a beautiful girl like you.” Y/N chuckled at his last words, giggling after seeing his blushed face when he realized those words.

With a cough to compose himself, he straightened his posture. “Anyways, I would like to ask for your hand in love. I would like to give us a chance, if you will allow,” he confessed, helding a hand out to her with his opposite hand on his back. Y/N chuckled again at the cheesiness at the sight. But she found it cute, she found him cute as well.

“Of course.” She smiled a soft smile that made Tenya know he was right for trusting his guts.

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Now, have they kissed? Not yet! During the first months of their relationship, their PDA was mostly holding hands, hugging, and kissing (Not on the lips yet!). But they’re just such an adorable couple! “Couple goals!” is what Mina Ashido would always yell out whenever she sees them doing PDA

Y/N still hides behind Iida whenever she can’t handle talking to strangers. But it’s way more affectionate! Despite Tenya telling her that she should work on her confidence by talking to others, he still loves whenever she hides behind him, hugging his waist in a bear hug and covering her face on his back.

Now, if Y/N was a short girl then she can easily be covered by Tenya, easily hidden. But if Y/N is as tall as Tenya, her blushed face would be covered by Tenya’s shoulder. BUT if she’s way taller than Tenya then her face would be covered by his hair! Despite his hair being quite flat, she still gonna try to hide herself.

And when they first kissed, it was so adorable! She was the one who kissed him first. Tenya was so surprised when she first kissed him, before smiling brightly with blush on his face.

Tenya Iida, the Turbo Hero and Y/N L/N, the Bunny Hero are the best couple ever!

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[restrictedreadingtwst]

What are the first years like in their classes? What stereotypes do they fit into and how well they get along with their classmates? Who knows what kind of shenanigans they get into, but these are just some headcanons I've thought up of. Inspired by a post I made on my old blog.

tw: none

Group: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack howl, Epel Felmier, Ortho Shroud, + Sebek Zigvolt

✧. ┊ "𝒜𝓂 𝐼… 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃… 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀."

Sharing a class with Ace is very much like having a know-it-all clown in class who makes very unnecessary comments to almost every little thing your professor says. He’s trying to make a joke to entertain his growing boredom of the subject but instead usually gets in trouble or a light scolding for interrupting the class. But the quiet snickering of his fellow classmates only encourages this behavior of his, so he’ll pursue these actions up until it goes too far and suddenly there is a pop quiz on the topic he so clearly hasn’t been paying attention to. 

Another thing, in between classes changing or teachers leaving to step out into the hall for another matter, Ace isn’t afraid to slide on over to where some of his friends may be seated and goof off for a quick minute or two. He’ll purposely sit on their desks, whispering about upcoming exams and trying to get his friends to open up about study guides or any cheat sheets they plan on using. He’s not gonna be studying hard when he can just cheat off his classmates and other, more smarter fellows. 

Say goodbye to any of your clean sheets of papers cuz they will fall victim to his boredom. Small doodles in the margins, passing notes and sharing jokes all while having to hold back his own laughter at his friend’s expressions. If that’s not enough, when he thinks no one else is watching he’ll crump up the paper into a ball or fold it into paper planes and make the trash his personal basketball hoop and see how many he can get into a row. Of course, he isn’t slick at all and ends up getting detention, having to clean all the classrooms after-hours but hey, he got a smile and laugh out from his friends. 

After that day, he’ll swear off his shenanigans and ‘clean up his behavior and act as a model student’. Only to return to his ways two classes later. Whoops!

✧. ┊ "𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒫𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝒾𝓈???"

Deuce is the spitting image of the golden retriever, alert and focused during classes. But even he gets tired of the boring lessons and absent mindlessly will draw on his papers, acting surprised when he snaps back into reality and notices what he’s done on his research paper. He will pout before getting a new paper and start all over again, albeit with a new urgency as his teacher was already getting onto the next subject and he’s not gonna have all his notes down. Oh well, he can only hope that either Yuu or Ace has them written. 

Deuce in his past may have been a delinquent and act a fool in school, he’d since renounced his own actions and has worked to be a better person. That being said, he’s always the victim in the small pranks or being dragged along in another’s actions. For one, some people like to use his desk as a chair when having conversations with him or those around him, so anything he’s working on either gets crumpled or he’s forced to listen into whatever this person has to say. Another thing is that Deuce is really gullible so he will believe anything someone says, mentally coming up with a reasonable excuse as to why it would be so. Hence being the butt of too many jokes surrounding his cluelessness. 

Something that deuce does is be a bother without noticing. Often, he’ll catch himself muttering to himself, trying to process his thinking but because he has a complicated way of thinking, he not only confuses himself but those around him who only can sit and suffer through his ridiculous thinking. You can not cheat off of Deuce because he doesn’t even know if he’s answering the questions right. At the end, he thinks he does well but those around him know that he might have just failed the entire course because nothing he said made sense. Deuce doesn’t know how to keep his thoughts to himself, it seems. 

Deuce does his best to attend his classes and excel in what he feels confident in, he won’t return to his old ways.

✧. ┊ "𝒪𝒽 𝑔𝑜𝒹, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓉𝓈."

Like a lone wolf, he takes pride in spending as much time in his courses to stand alone or rarely being seen with others from the same dorm. Jack is an observer in a lot of his class’s shenanigans, but he will stand up and stop anybody who takes things way too far.  Honestly, the amount of times he’s seen someone pull some stupid stunt only to be hurt or scolded and made an example to the class is far too many. He may be surrounded by idiots but he knows when to step in before a certified adult does. He does care, but likes only a little bit.  

Once you get to know him, you’ll find that he’s a rather good listener. While his classmates goof around, he pays attention to a lot of the little things people would miss. That table the boys are sitting on has a loose screw on one of the legs, or how the floorboards outside in the hall creak whenever someone important seems to be walking towards the classroom. He is the designated alert dog, the moment you see his ears twitch, everyone stares at him before sounding some kind of alarm that a staff member is coming and soon everyone is cleaning up and returning to their seats.

Sometimes, if he successfully answers a question or gets a really good score on an assignment that he’s been working really hard on, his tail will wag behind him. It truly does betray him cuz on the one hand, he’s so stoic on the outside and acts as if his passing grade is nothing, that it’s easy. But internally, he is just a giant happy puppy and is proud of himself. Pointing this out, he’ll tuck his tail between his legs and swear that it was their eyes playing tricks on them, that he doesn’t wag his tail. The remainder of class he’s embarrassed.

Jack isn’t the type to fool around, rather he’s very much the older brother who keeps an eye out for his fellow classmates even if he acts like he doesn’t care.

✧. ┊ "𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒."

Epel can not keep his own thoughts in his own head, oftentimes leading to small arguments or even full out shouting matches. He is very blunt when outside of the supervision of Vil, never backing down from a fight if he’s involved. If he’s not involved, then he’s instigating a fight that Jack later has to break up. Epel just is known to blurt out some nonsense and everyone just has to have a say on it, it’s rather hilarious if you think about it, even more so if he does so with his thick country accent instead of the polite one. 

When he’s bored, he’ll be fiddling around with his hands like flipping his eraser on the desk, another doodler but on the desks. His worst habit is when he takes out a small pocket knife and starts carving his pencil or anything he can get his hands on. There was an incident where in potions class, he was carving into some root plant he needed to use for class and had the worst time having to part with it. Crewel had to force it out of his hands and threw it into the cauldron while he started in despair. 

If he’s not roughhousing or jumping around his seat, then he could find himself getting into a deep conversation with his seatmate. He finds himself rambling about some childhood story of his and beginnings oversharing. But because he’s from the country and raised by a large family who do all kinds of farmwork, his stories are interesting and people are drawn into his tales. Sometimes, he bonds with his boys because they share similar experiences before making plans to recreate stunts they did as kids, Epel more than thrilled to have something to do after class other than his practice with Vil. 

Epel likes to create drama for others, he likes watching the drama or even being hands first in the fray. But if word gets out to Vil that he’s misbehaving, he’ll kill everyone in that room and Jack can’t stop him.

✧. ┊ "𝒲𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝑜 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹? 𝒪𝒽 𝑀𝓂 𝒢𝑒𝑒! … 𝒮-𝒮𝒞𝒪𝒪𝐵𝒴𝒟𝒪𝒪"

Ortho is a special case in that he’s attending his brother’s classes in his stead. But his classmates do like Ortho, some seeing him as a really nice kid so they always are inviting him to things. He loves to be included in projects, being a really big help to the students and never wanting anything in return; really he is such a sweet bean. It’s rather unfortunate that he picks up some of his classmates' bad habits like cursing and sudden outbursts. But Ortho will just get a light scolding later from Idia who monitors his behavior. 

Similar to Jack, Ortho doesn’t really fool around in class and rather keeps an eye out for everyone. If someone needs help with their homework, he’s more than happy to lend a servo and guide them through it. He’s an intelligent lifeform, of course he can browse the web for the right information but of course, he shows them how instead of giving them a straight answer. But if someone needs help and is being bullied in class, he’s not afraid to threaten the teens with a quick laser beam or two, leaving everyone screaming out apologizes and leaving the class sheltering for the worst, but he only does this as a joke. Someone then breaks it to him that these kind of jokes aren't really funny in a school setting. he'll have to ask Idia bout that later, apologizing for the scare. 

Since Ortho isn’t really a student, in courses where there is no need for him to attend like PE, he stands out and gets to run around. Adventure in the courtyard, visit the Monstro Lounge, even taking a quick pit stop in the library. He is always looking for something to do while school is in session, so he keeps a good eye out for anything that stands out. 

Ortho is nothing more than a sweet boy, so he is rather unaffected by most of the staff and student body.

✧. ┊ "𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝒮𝐻𝒰𝒯 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝒰𝒫!"

Sebek is all no nonsense, should anyone dare to step out of line in his class, they will be quickly reprimanded. Clearly, he is very much engaged in the subject so he doesn’t want the teacher to be disturbed. However, what he doesn’t account for is the fact that he gets in trouble by merely speaking as he’s so loud and interrupts the class when he’s telling someone else to shut up. He apologies but he’ll not stop his evil glares towards those who dare threaten his education. 

While everyone is messing around, he could be found engaged with whatever paperwork he has left to finish or deep in a book he picked up from the library or gifted to him. While chaos ensues, he is minding his own business until he begins to grow annoyed and has to shout over everyone to shut it, frustrated by the amount of clear disrespect for the teacher and the classroom. He is the teacher's pet who can lift, should anyone dare to talk back they will get an earful from Sebek and his intimating aura. 

While he is very much studious and always on top of his assignments, because of his constant belief that he needs to be at the ready to serve his master, there have been times he’s slipped up. From leaving his homework in his dorm after running out in the morning to catch up with his companions to forgetting to meet up with his project mates for that upcoming presentation. He’s started piling up more failures on his part which he beats himself up about. He swears he’ll make it up and fix his issues, and he does eventually. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t keep making these mistakes, which no matter how many times you tell him that it’s ok to make mistakes, he will still take these to the grave. 

Sebek is very much a good student, really could be the top of his class if he tried. It’s just a matter of whether or not his classmates like him or not.

[istanmyman]

Teacher AU Ghost/Soap

Soap who is teaching science classes. He especially likes to teach the practical lessons where he gets to teach the kids how to cause harmless chemical reactions.

Ghost who became a PE teacher who also teaches extra classes on the side to struggling students and falls in for unavailable teachers. 

I imagine in this AU that Soap is the fun teacher who is really excited with his explanations and makes a big show out of showing his class experiments. The kids love him for this. 

Ghost is the chill but no bullshit teacher. He’ll support kids that are scared to try something challenging in his PE classes and will tell them they did a good job if it works out. 

He’s all for gentle but firm encouragement, but will also make you run laps or clean up the entire gym after class if you don’t behave. 

He’s a bit of a show off when it comes to teaching. He will throw an insane ball or do a challenging move then ask casually, “Who wants to learn this first?”

In my AU Simon starts to teach at the school before John joins the team. He didn’t particularly care about the new addition to their team, at least at first. 

John was just a new colleague like any other, until he heard the kids talking among themselves. They praise Mr. Mactavish wherever they go, excited for his lessons and loving his way of teaching. 

Simon hears about how patient and kind he is with his classes, how hard he works to keep learning fun and exciting. After hearing about the man so many times, he can’t help but be intrigued. 

It wasn’t intentional, but Simon keeps out an extra eye and listening ear for the man. He gets curiouser by the day as he watches and listens to the man's work each time he walks by John’s classroom.

One time after Simon is done teaching an extra class, he walks down the halls, ready to go home. That is until he walks past his new colleague’s science classroom. 

The man is still busy, much to Simon’s surprise. Normally he doesn’t involve himself in other teachers' business, but his curiosity as of late seems to catch up on him, when he sees John moving things around. 

Simon takes a step inside the classroom, knocking on the open door. “Mactavish?” The younger man whips his head around and upon seeing the PE teacher, he smiles. “Simon, to what do I owe this visit? I thought your classes ended a while ago.”

“Extra classes got moved to today.” Simon simply explains and John answers with a soundless “Ah.” John is in the meantime still busy with moving boxed chemicals and tubes around. 

“What are you doing?” Simon asks and John gets that excited gleam into his eyes. “Well,” He starts upbeat. “I am preparing a special class for my students for tomorrow.

I know the next chapter is usually one of the more difficult ones so I thought showing them an example of the subject we’re discussing might make it easier to understand.”

Simon hums in understanding. “I hear you do that a lot.” “Do what?” John asks. “Use examples.” Simon elaborates. “The kids can’t shut up about your lessons. They seem to appreciate the visual aid.”

John seems to outright beam at that. The pure excitement he feels about his lessons makes him look like an excited kid himself. Simon thinks the youthful energy John has is exactly what the kids need while learning such a difficult subject. 

“I’m glad they do. I like teaching them. They’re good kids.” John says with a fondness that surprises Simon. In all his years of teaching, he’s never seen anyone so invested in their job before. 

John seems to truly enjoy his career choice and he’s great at it by the looks of it. all the kids seem to truly understand what John is trying to teach. It’s an achievement that Simon can admire about the man. 

“You’re a good teacher.” Simon says before he can stop himself. John’s eyes widen a little from Simon’s honest words. He laughs a little, seemingly feeling a bit flustered from the compliment. 

Simon needs to suppress an amused smile of his own because of it. “I certainly try to be.” John answers heartfelt, smiling with a hint of red on his dusted cheeks. “Thank you, Simon.” 

Simon feels himself fluster a bit, heat running up the back of his neck. He clears his throat. “Just telling the truth.” Simon adds, trying to seem casual like always. 

He could go now, but he doesn’t particularly feel like leaving yet. “Need-...need any help?” He offers, breaking the short, awkward silence after a short moment. 

John shakes his head a little, seeming to have been lost in thought himself. “Yeah! Yeah, sure. Help would be great.” John says, quickly turning around and picking up a box, placing it in Simon’s hands. 

“Could you place one of each on the students' tables?” John already turns around before Simon can say ‘sure’. The both of them prepare the classroom for the next day. It isn’t much work since John had done most of the prep before Simon found him. 

When they’re done with putting away the empty boxes and storing the prepared chemicals, John speaks up. “Seems like that was everything.”

“You do this every day?” Simon asks and John shakes his head as he grabs his bag from behind his desk, getting ready to leave. “Not every day. I try to be home on time for dinner.”

“Got someone home who waits for you?” Simon asks. “No, but I don’t like eating dinner too late. I’m a bit of an early bird instead of a night owl.” 

The young teacher chuckles sheepishly. “What about you? Got a warm meal waiting for you at home? Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn’t have kept you here till this late.”

“Nonsense. I offered to help myself.” Simon says, walking out of the classroom after John, who locks the door behind them. “Still…” John muses unsure as they walk down the halls. “I appreciate the help.” 

Suddenly John perks up, seeming excited as he starts to ramble. “How about we go out for dinner? Since there’s no one waiting at home for the both of us, some company might be fun. My treat, of course, as a thank you.”

Simon is a bit surprised by the invitation since there’s no need to thank him. He feels like he should say no, that he shouldn’t go out with John since he doesn’t know him well enough, but there’s also a part of him that wants to go, to take this chance.

Normally he is quite hard on himself when it comes to these things, with meeting new people and making friends, since he’s known plenty of people who turned out to be not so great, but there’s something about John that just makes it so easy to relax. 

He’s been told by his boss, and old friend, Price, plenty of times to do so, but only John has made him truly want to believe again that it’s okay to open up to new people. 

He should try to make the most of this. It’s why he complies so easily to John’s idea. “You don’t need to thank me, John, really.” Simon starts. He can’t help but feel slightly amused as he notices a hint of a pout forming on the grown man’s lips. 

John already seems to think he’ll turn the offer down. The hint of disappointment in John’s eyes is almost flattering. Simon doesn’t get why the man would want to spend time with him, why anyone would want that, but It’s still nice to know that John does. 

Simon quickly continues to explain himself, wanting to fix that sad look in his eyes. “But, uh, dinner sounds lovely. Any place you have in mind?” John’s eyes seem to light up again with genuine joy at Simon’s complying. 

“I know the perfect place. There’s this nice bistro that serves really good Italian food. Unless you don’t want that of course, we could also-” Simon chuckles as John starts to ramble off again, way too worried about what Simon wants for his own good. John appears to be truly kind and seeing how admirable the young man besides him is, has been a breath of fresh air. John seems to wear his heart on his sleeve and has, thus far, been respectable and genuine to Simon’s knowledge. 

He should try to make the most of this, he tells himself. He expects that spending time with John could truly be enjoyable. It’s why he complies so easily to John’s choice of dinner. “Italian sounds great.” Simon says, cutting John’s ramblings short.

“Okay, Italian it is!” John smiles. They fall into an easy conversation as they make their way to the restaurant. During dinner they share stories, interests and at the end of it, Simon even dares to crack a few bad jokes which John seems to enjoy. 

By the end of their dinner, Simon feels comfortable and bold enough to fake going to the restroom. He pays for both their dinners before heading back to the table. “Ready to go?” he asks John who now gets up as well. 

“Yeah, just have to pay first.” He says as he grabs for his wallet. “No need.” Simon tells him. “I already paid.” John looks at him with an open mouth from surprise. “You paid? But I promised I would pay as a thank you.” 

Simon smiles. “I felt like I should thank you for the fun time. How about next time you pay?” John’s shocked expression turns into a bewildered smile. “You sneaky bastard.” He chuckles. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mister Riley. Next time I pay. No take-backsies.” 

Simon wears a toothy, genuine smile as he holds open the door for John as they walk outside. “Well then, Mister Mactavish. I’m already looking forward to it.”

[good-beans]

Concept that just popped into my head: Milgram characters doing "get ready with me" videos

Aw, this was so fun!! I always love your hc style of normal au/everyone's chilling, and tried to go the same route -- it was so cute to think about :D

Haruka: Puts on his outfit for the day and explains everything in great detail. He has lots of comfortable items and fun colors. At the very end he speaks off-camera and you realize Muu was standing there cheering him on the whole time. He gets a lot of encouraging comments, and Muu and Fuuta keep an eye on the account to delete any nasty ones that may come in.

Yuno: Shows her outfit, makeup, nails, and bag she’s taking with her. She tries out a variety of styles (not just sticking to the more feminine looks we see in canon). She gives a bit of a tutorial and tips as well as showing things off. Has a main account for her daytime outfits, and a more private one for her nighttime looks. Mahiru is the only one aware of the latter account.

Fuuta: Layers. Lots of layers. There will be three sweatshirts laid out in front of him and you wonder which he’s going to choose before realizing he’s putting them all on. He focuses most on his sneakers and sportswear. He plays loud music over the videos, not knowing what to say. Has gotten into comment-section arguments over those yellow socks.

Muu: Also does a full look at her appearance: nails, accessories, etc. She mentions where you can buy everything, and it’s unclear whether she was sponsored by these brands or is just excited to talk about them. (Whether they’re actually together or not,) she’ll have Haruka on as a guest a lot to show off couple’s outfit ideas. She definitely has the biggest following, and loves recommending Haruka and the others’ accounts.  

Shidou: He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but his account is getting tons of views so the others keep encouraging him to make videos. He’s just glad to be connecting with the other prisoners as they show him how to do it. He dresses in a mix of the sleek patterned shirts and dad fits, and both types of videos are equally popular. 

Mahiru: None of the serious-faced flirts or little pouty faces – it’s all smiles for her. Every video is basically a full tutorial – she has captions and a voiceover giving commentary on everything. She has the next biggest following, and interacts constantly. She loves getting questions “what should I wear on an x type date?” “How do I dress to impress x type of person?” because she always comes up with the perfect outfit to help. 

Kazui: A bit confused as well, though he does know a lot about style. His interro question makes it seem like he wanted kids – I think he’d really get into the account as one of those “Dad How Do I” types. He talks about matching things, clothes upkeep, shaving/hairstyling. 

Amane: Also wouldn’t have made the videos without prompting from the others, but enjoys it a lot. She usually talks about practical things instead of “vain” fashion: she’s excited to show off a new raincoat, sturdy shoes, useful pockets, etc. Over time, she leans into outfits that are more cute and colorful, gaining confidence in them. 

Mikoto: He started the account as something for one of his design classes, and got really into it. He likes to challenge himself with unique styles and clothing articles, making pretty much anything work. He keeps everything professional in case an employer/coworker sees, but isn’t afraid to add some flirting and flaunting in there. If he’s open about his plurality, he’ll have some special videos, “choosing an outfit for John today!”

Kotoko: Like Amane, she’s more excited about practical outfits. She’ll show off clothes that have good flexibility, places to store and conceal objects, and heavy duty materials. She’ll rate jackets, boots, and other “military-grade” things for what has worked best for her. She’s very attentive to the accounts that follow her – she does full background checks to make sure her info is being used for justice, not more crime. Mahiru convinces her to do a special where she puts all her piercings in and talks about why she chose them/what they mean.

Es: Experiments with a lot of new styles, trying to figure out what they like. They also just play music in the back, not having much to say about each outfit. They'd rather focus on their series of dressing-up-Jackalope videos, much to his dismay...

[yuu-kumeii]

Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

[mimisempai]

The end of loneliness 2/7

Chapter Summary

Professor Crowley finds it hard to concentrate on his lessons after spending the night with Aziraphale. Even if it was just a one-night stand, he can't stop thinking about his one-night lover. 

So much so that he imagines all sorts of solutions to find Aziraphale.

But fate sometimes has surprises in store...

Notes

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As soon as he entered the coffee shop, Aziraphale saw Muriel sitting at a table in the back, waving their arms to let him know they were there.

He went to the counter to order his breakfast, and when he had it, he joined them.

Once he was near them, he said softly as he sat down in front of them, "Good morning, Muriel.

"Hi Zira!"

He couldn't help but smile in amusement at the diminutive name his new friend had given him. 

When he'd introduced himself during their first Modern Literature class together, Muriel had said bluntly, "Well, I'm going to call you Zira, if that's okay with you, of course, because Aziraphale, while lovely, is way toooooooo long!"

Aziraphale had immediately agreed, because even though he didn't hate his name, well, not really, sometimes he felt it like a shackle fastened to his foot.

"Aziraphale, my boy, you bear the name of an angel, so you must act like one. You must prevent evil from tarnishing you and stay pure. If you don't, hell awaits you."

For a long time, Aziraphale had done everything in his power to conform to the rules laid down by his mother and her church. To live up to his name. To be the perfect angel. Until one day he opened his eyes and realized that the principles he had to follow were making him hate a part of himself, and worse, they were making him hate himself.

"So have you been to Serenity?"

Muriel's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he saw them so excited they couldn't even sit down.

Smiling mischievously, he simply replied, "Yes, I was there."

Muriel, seeing that he had no intention of saying more, sighed. 

"I won't have to worm it out of you, will I?

Aziraphale only replied with a smile.

Muriel took a sip of their coffee, then clapped their hands after putting down their cup before saying, "Okay, so you were at Serenity last night, and when I called you this morning, you weren't alone.  Does that mean you met someone there?"

Aziraphale nodded and again answered simply, "Yes."

His friend insisted, "And what were they like?"

Aziraphale replied, "He was..." 

Then he paused, realizing that in all the things he'd revealed to Muriel, he'd never mentioned his preferences. 

But he'd decided not to hide anymore, so he continued, "He was very nice.

Muriel replied, "So?"

Seeing his friend's reaction, or rather non-reaction, Aziraphale breathed a small sigh of relief that Muriel, being perceptive, didn't miss. 

Aziraphale's friend placed a hand on his arm and said gently, "It's all right, Zira, after our first conversation, when you opened up to me about what brought you here, I more or less guessed where your interest lay. And even so, I wouldn't have been surprised or even shocked. We love who we love, we are who we are. As for me, I love you very much and I am very proud of you.

Aziraphale couldn't hold back a small gasp as it was the first time anyone had known and approved of who he was. Much more moved than he could express, he simply nodded. Muriel squeezed his arm gently before continuing in a lighter tone, "Don't think we're changing the subject. I want to know more about HIM."

Then, a little more seriously, they added, "I mean, if you don't mind talking to me about it, of course."

Aziraphale, a little embarrassed but encouraged by his friend's sincerity, wanted to confide in them anyway. Leaning forward, he said in a slightly lower voice, "First of all, HE is incredibly handsome, and when I say handsome, it's because I don't have an accurate adjective to describe him. Let's just say he's the stuff dreams are made of."

"Aw..."

Muriel giggled and kicked thei feet under the table as Aziraphale continued to tell them how the evening had gone, at least as far as he could remember. Of course, he didn't go into detail about the night itself, but his blissful expression at the mention of it was enough to give Muriel enough indication that it had been more than pleasant. 

Just as he finished his story, his friend asked, "And will you see him again?"

Aziraphale's expression was sad as he shook his head before answering.

"No, it was just a one night stand."

"Oh, that's too bad." 

Muriel gave him a little kick under the table and added, "But you told me he was a regular at Serenity, so who knows? Maybe if you go back, what's a one-night stand could turn into more?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "I don't know. Last night was easy, we both knew what we wanted. At least I know what he wanted. It was clearly just a one-night stand to stave off loneliness. So trying to get more, I don't know. I don't think he's interested. Honestly, we're not in the same league at all. What would a guy like him want with someone like me?"

Muriel gave him another kick under the table, this time much stronger.

"Ouch! What's the matter with you?"

Muriel pointed a finger at him and said in a scolding tone, "You're going to stop talking bad about yourself right now. I've only known you for a short time, and I can already tell that you're an extraordinary person. You're adorable and very kind. You said you wanted to turn your back on your past, so I think you really need to forget everything you've been told. I don't know this guy, but I know that whoever he is, you are worthy of him. Because you're you."

Aziraphale, again speechless and moved by the way Muriel spoke of him, thought for a few moments in silence before replying, "I don't know, Muriel. In any case, I've had a good time tonight, and that's more than I could have asked for. As for the rest, we'll see."

He emptied his cup and grabbed his bag.

"We have to go, classes start soon."

Muriel just nodded and told him gently as they followed him, "Just don't close a door that's just been opened."

**********

A ringing jolted Anthony awake and he wondered for a few seconds where he was. As he fumbled for his phone, memories began to come back to him.

"Crowley, are you awake? I just need to know your schedule for the classroom occupation."

It was Nina, a colleague and friend. 

Shaking off the fog of sleep, he replied, "Morning... yes, the schedule is ready."

"With the class list?"

"Yes, with the list.... Yes, it is. See you later. "

"See you!"

Anthony put his phone back on the nightstand and sat up in bed before turning to face the most adorable sight imaginable.

The man he'd just spent the night with was standing in front of him, blushing, hiding part of his anatomy with his clothes and looking everywhere but at Anthony.

In a hesitant voice he said, "Ahem.... uh... Good morning... uh."

Realizing that his one-night lover didn't know his first name, he chuckled slightly and replied, "Anthony.

"Well, uh... Good morning, Anthony."

"Good morning...? I don't think you told me your name either. "

"It's... Aziraphale."

"I've never heard of that name, but it's really nice. It suits you anyway. So, Aziraphale, did you sleep well?"

The other man blushed adorably at the compliment and nodded before turning away, seemingly searching for something. When Anthony was confronted with the second most beautiful sight imaginable, he realized what the other man must be looking for and after looking around, called out, "Aziraphale?

Aziraphale turned sharply.

"Yes?"

"I think I found what you're looking for."

Anthony reached for the boxers he'd just seen on his side of the bed and held them out to the other man. Aziraphale took them, blushing, but Anthony couldn't help but hold them back as he said, "I didn't see them last night in the dim light, but... really? Tartan?"

He realized he'd cut Azirapale to the quick when he snatched the garment out of Anthony's hand and replied, "Tartan is stylish."

Anthony, not wanting them to part with the wrong impression, crept up behind Aziraphale and, placing a hand on his shoulder, said gently, "Hey, I wasn't mocking you. In fact, I think it's kind of sweet."

What Anthony realized was true. In fact, everything about his one-night stand was sweet. He shook his head and stood up.

"I'm going to go freshen up in the bathroom." 

When he came out a few moments later and saw that the other man was almost finished getting dressed, he couldn't resist his instinct and spontaneously asked, "Would you like some breakfast?"

Sadly, he saw the other man shake his head and Anthony felt the need to justify himself, "Maybe it was a strange thing to ask. I... one-night stands aren't my habit, so I don't really know the rules. Sorry."

"Well, as you know, it's not my habit either. So I don't know any more than you do, and I don't know if it's strange to ask. But if I say no, it's because I promised a friend that I would meet them for breakfast."

Anthony, a little disappointed, nodded before saying as he approached, "Well... uh, Aziraphale, that was... that was nice."

What an idiot, it was more than nice. It was the best night he'd had since... he didn't want to think about it.

"Yes, it, uh, it was. Thank you."

Anthony shook his head. 

"I'm the one thanking you."

They exchanged an awkward smile, then Aziraphale held out his hand.

"Goodbye, Anthony."

"Goodbye, Aziraphale. Take care."

Then Anthony watched his one-night lover walk toward the door, and the sound of it closing made him realize it was all over.

"Professor? Professor Crowley?"

The voice of one of his students snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Class is over, can we go to our next class?"

Anthony coughed before answering, "Yes. Let me give you your homework for the next class," then turned to the blackboard to hide his blush before continuing to write instructions on the board.

"Don't forget the commentary due to me by the end of the month, and I want you to have answered these three questions for the next class."

He waited until all of his students had left the room before he fell back in his chair and sighed. It was no less than three times that his students had caught him lost in thought, and twice in the same class. What's more, it was only his third lesson this morning.

The problem was that he couldn't get Aziraphale, the man he'd met the day before, out of his mind. 

He'd thought several times about having a one-night stand to stave off loneliness, but each time something had held him back, a remnant of attachment, the feeling of betraying his lost wife, even though it had been four years.

Then, yesterday, Aziraphale entered the bar and Anthony was immediately drawn to him. He didn't know if it was the other man's aura of innocence, the fact that he didn't look like the usual customers, or simply the same loneliness he had seen in Aziraphale's eyes, but the attraction had been immediate and undeniable.

Aziraphale was so expressive.

Anthony saw his face again and again at different times of the evening and night. 

What a night. 

The innocence, the eagerness of Aziraphale once he'd felt comfortable with Anthony, had been simply intoxicating. 

To say he'd been disappointed when he'd declined Anthony's invitation to breakfast would be an understatement.

Why hadn't he asked for his name? His contact information?

Wait, he'd said he was a student at the university, and Aziraphale wasn't a common first name. Maybe if Anthony did some research...

Anthony laughed to himself. He didn't even know what university the other man was attending.

But since Aziraphale knew that Anthony was a regular at Serenity, maybe he'd come back. But what if he came back looking for another one-night stand? Anthony didn't like the feeling of jealousy that washed over him at that moment. 

He laughed at himself again. How could someone be so jealous about someone he didn't know.

Though they did know each other. Anthony had told Aziraphale more than he had told his closest friends in the four years since his wife's death, and it seemed to him that the other man had revealed a lot about himself that he hadn't told anyone.

"Professor, may we come in?"

Once again pulled out of his thoughts by his students, Anthony motioned them in.

Then he shook his head. It was time to focus on what was important. 

His work.

**********

At noon, Aziraphale and Muriel left their classroom together.

"By the way, Aziraphale, I forgot to tell you, I'm going to meet Eric, my boyfriend, who's also on break, so I won't be able to have lunch with you."

But Azirphale's attention was drawn to the conversation between two girls walking ahead of them.

"It was really weird, today I had an advanced astrophysics class and the professor wasn't paying attention at all."

"Who's your professor?"

"That's Professor Crowley."

"Never heard of him."

"But you have, even though you're new, you must have heard of Professor Anthony Crowley! The one all the students are in love with."

"Aaaah you mean the professor I've heard is special with his gorgeous red hair, golden eyes, and he never smiles, which makes him even more mysterious?"

"Yes! That's pretty much it. And that's what's weird, because this morning we saw him smile three or four times in our class and also twice we had to call him because he was lost in thought."

Aziraphale paused.

Anthony, teacher, red hair, golden eyes, that was a lot of coincidence. 

"Hey Zira! Are you listening to me?  I just told you I won't be joining you for lunch."

Azirapahle shook his head, turned to Muriel, and replied, "No worries. Make the best of it. Besides, I'd like you to introduce me to him one day, this boyfriend you're always talking about."

"Yes, I will, don't worry! He wants to meet you too, since I've only talked about you in the three weeks we've known each other."

Muriel patted him on the shoulder.

"I really must go. I'll leave you here, okay?"

Aziraphale nodded and watched in amusement as Muriel took off at their usual lively pace.

He headed for the exit of the establishment, before walking to the usual little corner that he and Muriel had become accustomed to occupying for lunch. It was a bench at the far end of the campus green, shaded by a weeping willow, which made it the perfect spot when the midday sun was shining brightly, as it was today. Not to mention the sense of security this improvised shelter gave Aziraphale, who was still not too used to the crowds of the university and the city.

A few moments later, he sat down on the bench and began to unwrap his sandwich, which he ate while observing the nature around him and the few birds flying nearby.

He had just finished the last bite when he saw a blackbird land on the grass nearby. Without making any sudden movements, Aziraphale took the few crumbs left in the wrapper of his sandwich and threw them not far from the bird, which had not yet flown away.

He watched as the little bird approached the few crumbs fearfully before pecking at them hungrily, casting a few glances at Azirapahle, who didn't move.

When the blackbird left, Aziraphal leaned back against the bench and looked at his watch.

He still had three-quarters of an hour before the next lesson, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm rays of the sun streaming through the leaves of the tree.

*********

Crowley tucked his belongings into his bag and, as soon as the last students had left, he left the classroom to take his lunch break.

For once, he didn't want to be around the hustle and bustle of the university restaurant and decided to find a quiet spot outside to spend his break.

Since he was one of the last to go out, all of his usual spots were either occupied or too exposed to the sun. With a sigh, he made his way to the university's green area.

He was about to despair when he spotted a bench under a willow tree in the distance.

But as he approached, he saw that this bench was also occupied. So much for a quiet break. He sighed again and was about to turn around when he noticed the familiar silhouette of the person sitting on the bench. 

He took a few steps towards the bench and stopped dead in his tracks.

Even from behind.

Even though he'd known him for less than twenty-four hours, there was no way he could have mistaken him.

His one-night stand.

Aziraphale.

He was sitting on a bench a few meters away from him. 

At his university.

Anthony's heart started beating faster.

Go forward?

Walk away?

It was one of those moments when he knew deep down that the decision he was about to make could change the course of his life.

Then he took a few steps forward and whispered, "Aziraphale?"

The other man straightened as if startled awake, looked left and right before turning around.

Anthony first saw the same surprised shock on his face that had been his own, then Aziraphale whispered, "Anthony?"

Anthony joined him and, pointing to the empty seat next to him on the bench, asked, "May I?"

Aziraphale picked up his bag and set it on the other side before nodding.

"Yes, yes, please."

Anthony sat down next to him and for a few moments they remained in silence.

Suddenly they both spoke.

"What are you d-"

"Why are you h-"

Then they both laughed, embarrassed, and Aziraphale motioned for Anthony to speak.

Anthony asked, "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're a student at this university?"

"Yes, I am a student here."

Then he seemed to catch on and continued, "Oh, you're a professor here?"

Anthony chuckled.

"Of all the serendipities... what classes are you taking?"

"Literature."

Anthony couldn't hold back a sigh of relief under Aziraphale's puzzled gaze. Seeing his expression, he explained, "I'm an astrophysics professor."

Aziraphale didn't lose his puzzled look.

"Why do you look relieved?"

"Well, it would have been complicated. If I'd been your professor."

But what was he talking about? He was talking as if it was a given that they would continue to see each other. Talk about putting the cart before the horse. Anthony tried to correct himself.

"I meant it would have been complicated by the fact that we had a one-night stand. Since I'm not your professor, it won't be a problem."

You are a professor of astrophysics and you look like a babbling idiot. 

Aziraphale, still looking a little confused, replied, "Oh, okay.

Anthony started to unpack his food to avoid Aziraphale's gaze, which he could feel on him, when he heard the other man mumble something he didn't understand.

Intrigued, Anthony looked up to see Azitaphale biting his lips before looking away.

He asked softly, "What did you say? I didn't understand."

Aziraphale, his eyes now downcast, asked, "You mean in the hypothetical case of us having a relationship, it would be no problem because you're not one of my teachers?"

Anthony immediately replied, "No, no problem at all." 

Then he froze, understanding the implication of what the other man had just said, and impulsively asked, "Would you be interested?"

Aziraphale raised his head sharply and asked, "Interested in what?"

Anthony asked in a more measured voice, looking Aziraphalein the eye, "Would you like to go out with me?"

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Heeeey I loved your tattos HCs!

Do you have anything about what kind of HS/uni professor they'd be?

Hii! Omgg thank you 😭😭😭 this is really nice

I tried to write this with my limited knowlage of how American schools work (that i picked up from tv shows and cartoons). I'm from the Balkans and our schools are a bit different, so if there's anything inaccurate i apologise!! (Also this is based on highschool bc I'm in highschool)

Asra

• They would teach art

• One of the favourite teachers in the entire school

• None of the assignments they give are what the school board tehnically require, but they encourage creativity

• Also he has no care when it comes to grading so you can come to class with a roll of toilet paper and still get an A

• There is no learning in his class, it's more like an extended break

• I imagine they don't even show up half of the time

• It's a miracle they haven't been fired

• (The miracle is called Nadia)

Nadia

• As a teacher, i think she'd do history or geography

• But overall, she's definetly the principle

• If the school is short staffed, she can definitely multi-task

• As a teacher, she'd be very strict

• No talking, no whispering, no phones...really follows every rule

• And she's a little harsh on the grading too

• But it isn't hard to get a good grade if you listen to her lectures and take notes

• She's also very willing to help and really aims to teach

• If you ask, she'll find the time in her day to go over everything with you

Julian

• The obvious answer is chemistry and/or biology

• But i feel like his classes would be so much more

• He gets really immersed in teaching and he knows how to hold the students attention

• Half the time doesn't even notice the bell

• He's not a strict teacher by any means, but he does want everyone to learn

• When it comes to grading he's very flexible

• If he thinks you understand the subject, he'll give you a good grade even if it's not EXACTLY by the book

• Of course, he's open to helping students with his own subject but if you need help with other subjects, he's willing to help in that department too

• If you wanna get out of a class, just ask him about his day before he starts the lecture. He'll start rambling about random things until the class ends

Portia

• She would teach language and literature

• She's also very liked by the entire school

• Puts her whole soul into teaching

• Like there's no way you're coming out of her class uneducated

• She decorates her classroom and has a LOT of plants

• In fact, she probably takes care of most school plants

• And shows the janitors how to properly take care of them if she can't

• Teams up with Asra for most school projects and decorations

• Her classes are very calming but if she's really passionate about a certain subject, be prepared

• Will also ramble before class and talk to the students, but she's more focused then her brother

• Spends her breaks in the library or with the lunch ladies

• Also the type of teacher to bring snacks every day into the teachers lounge

• Honestly, everyone likes her

Muriel

• I'll be honest, I've been wracking my brain about this for so long but i cannot for the life of me see him as a teacher

• In pre school, maybe

• But with high-schoolers? No...

• I do see him as a janitor, however

• He'd be perfect for the job

• The kids wouldn't want to mess with him because he seems mean and scary

• (And because Asra can also be mean and scary)

• He's very fast and only focuses on doing his work as fast as he can

• He's tall, he's strong...you get my point

• He would definitely bring Asra lunch every break and they would sit and chat in his classroom or the Janitors closet (they don't mind the small space)

• Eventually, Asra introduces him to other teachers and they all become friends and welcome him into the teachers lounge

Lucio

• He's a PE teacher

• If you're in his class all i have to say is....good luck

• Most students skip his class

• EVERY class

• He will work you TO THE BONE

• He doesn't understand that high-schoolers can't compare to his professionally trained self and expects everyone to meet him at his level

• For a PASSING grade

• If you want a GOOD grade you'll have to impress him

• And before you think he should've been fired, that isn't possible

• HE'S FUNDING THE SCHOOL

• Nadia is aware of his..."teachings" but she can't do much about it

• With him gone, half the school goes too!

• Eventually everyone tells him to calm down and he does

• (But he's really passive agressive about it)

• The students forgive him cause he's hot

As always, if anyone wants to add on, please feel free!

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— valentine: k.th

— pairing: rival!taehyun x fem!reader — genre: fluff — word count: 3186 — disclaimers: university au, one-sided rivalry. mentions of food. — synopsis: all taehyun wanted was for you to give him a chance. — series masterlist

— author's note: for a tumblr that has taehyun as its muse, took me quite a while to get to him. >:( i hope you all like one, i really appreciate all the feedback and support on my last few fics ♥ (edited 7/22/2024)

You've always envied Kang Taehyun. Since middle school, he's always been praised for doing well in school and community activities without trying while you had to work twice as hard to keep up. He was so naturally talented at everything that to say you were jealous would be an understatement; it made your blood boil.

Since middle school, you've considered him your rival, but he didn't care and let you continue your one-sided rivalry until the last semester of your senior year. You remember throwing a fit in the teacher's room when Taehyun was chosen instead of you to give the speech at your graduation.

Taehyun finally confronted you about your behavior after learning about it from your teachers.

"Why do you hate me that much? I can't change anything about myself," He bluntly said, staring directly into your eyes, "It's senseless to be resentful and bitter about something I can't control."

His bluntness caught you off guard, and you were at a loss for words. From then on, you stayed away from him.

Even after graduating and ending up in the same college, you avoided him at all costs. You were shocked to find out that you had a few classes with him, but you decided to act like you didn't know him.

As the semester comes to a close, you and Taehyun sit in your media arts class, anxiously awaiting Ms. Park's final assignment. She announces that the task is to create or recreate a music video with a partner, using any song of their choice. This project will count towards your final grade.

Your heart races as Ms. Park explains the details, reminding the class of all they have learned over the semester to make a good video. You raise your hand and ask, "What if we can't come up with ideas for the video?"

Ms. Park replies with comforting smile, "This is where your imagination comes in. Use what you've learned to create something that represents you and your partner."

One of your friends, Jake, asks if you are okay with him and Lily being partners. You give a nonchalant response, not wanting to interfere with Lily's obvious crush on Jake.

When class ends, Ms. Park encourages everyone to put their all into their projects and reminds them to have fun. As Jake and Lily rush off to their next class, you take your time knowing you have more time before yours starts.

As you try to leave the classroom, your arm is suddenly grabbed from behind. You turn around and see Jay, the school's popular jock, blocking your path. You had a feeling this would happen, as one of your classmates had warned you that Jay often gets others to do his work for him.

"Hey Y/N," he says with a smug smile. "I heard you need a partner for the final project. Well, look no further because I'm your guy."

"Thanks, but no thanks Jay," you reply, rolling your eyes and trying to pull away.

"What, I'm not good enough for you?" He sneers, his expression turning hostile.

"It's not about that," you say calmly. "I just don't think we'd work well together."

"Well tough luck, Y/N," he steps closer, his face inches from yours. "I get to choose my partner and I choose you."

Your heart beats faster as you take a step back. "I said no, Jay. Now move out of my way."

But instead of moving aside, Jay shoves you and sends you tumbling down the stairs. Just as you close your eyes in preparation for impact, a strong hand grabs your waist and pulls you back up.

When you open your eyes, Taehyun is standing there, having witnessed the whole thing. He glares at Jay and demands, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I didn't mean-" Jay starts to say before taking a few steps back in fear.

"You didn't mean what?" Taehyun interrupts. "To push her down the stairs? You moron, you could have seriously injured her.

Jay stammers out an apology before quickly scurrying away without looking back at either of you.

"Are you okay?" Taehyun asks as he turns to face you with concern in his eyes.

You nod slowly, still processing what just happened.

"Kang Taehyun," you breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything," he replies. "But if you insist on repaying me, how about being my partner for the final project?"

You're taken aback by his sudden offer and pause for a moment before nodding in agreement. As you do, you can't help but wonder if your hesitation was due to the shock of the incident or the fact that this is the first time in a long while that you and Taehyun have spoken like normal friends. Regardless, you agree to be his partner.

"Well, what did you say?!" Lily shrieked. You met up with your friends after class, updating them on your rather eventful day.

"I said yes," you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back on the library chair. "Better Kang Taehyun than Jay."

"True," Jake muttered in agreement. "Why do you hate Kang Taehyun again? He's pretty nice. He helped me with my essay once."

You groaned, sinking deeper into your chair. You told Lily and Jake this story when you started college, but you couldn't say it now. Was it because he kinda saved your life? For the trouble and ruckus you've caused in his life, you never would've expected him to save you.

"I give up," you muttered, a scowl on your face. The next day, after you gave Mrs. Park your names, she gave the class the whole period to decide and discuss what each pair wanted to do for the project.

After barely talking to each other, you and Taehyun chose to make two different lists and find a match, only to find out that you both like completely different types of music.

"Kang Taehyun, how the hell are we going to make a music video for SHINEE's Ring Ding Dong?" you asked as you shoved his paper back at him.

"We could dance," he said, shrugging as if it was the most obvious answer.

"No."

Taehyun was about done with you after another fifteen minutes of you rejecting all of his ideas.

"Y/N, do you really dislike all of the songs I chose, or is it because I suggested them?" Taehyun asked, clearly tired of your tone.

"A bit of both," you agreed. Hey, there's no shame in being honest. He chose you to be his partner.

"If I choose a song I know you'll like, do you promise not to shut it down?" he asked. You sit up at his words, wondering what song he would mention. You nodded once but kept your fingers crossed in case he suggested something terrible.

"Some by Soyou and Junggio."

"So? What's the big deal?" Lily asked as she did your nails. On Thursdays, Jake has baseball practice which allows you and Lily to have your girl time at your dorm.

"I sang that song with a senior I had a crush on in high school," you explain to her, thinking back at the time you spent alone time practicing with Chenle to perform at the opening of the school fair. "Brings back memories, that's all."

"So you guys have all your filming schedules set?"

"Yeah, he said to shoot at five locations, but I said I'd only meet thrice. We're meeting this Sunday to do the first take," you answer her, checking out the hand she had just finished coating. "He suggested we feature in the video ourselves to save time and that he would do all the scene planning."

"Damn, Y/N," Lily grinned. "Taehyun is such a gentleman for giving in to your demands. Meanwhile, I have to sing and dance to Dynamite with Jake."

"Shut it, Morrow. I know you want to spend alone time with Jake."

On Sunday, you and Taehyun meet at the café he picked for the first scene. It was tucked away in a back alley near campus. You were impressed that Taehyun knew about a place like this, and you found yourself liking every aspect of it, from the cake display to the furnishings. He smiles and waves you to the chosen table when he sees you.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm glad you could make it," he says, standing up to meet you. Despite rolling your eyes in response, you can't help but be a little taken aback by his charming demeanor.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with," you mumble as you sit down.

Taehyun laughs. "Come on. It'll be fun. I promise."

"I doubt that," you snorted in response.

He orders two coffees, and you set up the camera and other things. As you work, you laugh and joke with Taehyun when he makes too many mistakes. His face turns red with embarrassment when he admits he doesn't know how to use a professional camera.

Peering out the window, you notice the sky has turned a shade of orange. It must be getting late. Checking your phone, you both realize you've been sitting in the cafe for over three hours. Taehyun glances at his watch and expresses concern. "It's getting late. Would you like me to walk you home?"

Feeling unsure but also experiencing a strange flutter in your chest, you respond with a hesitant "Sure, that would be nice."

As you make your way down quiet streets, Taehyun talks about his favorite bands and movies. You find yourself opening up to him and sharing details about your own interests and hobbies. However, as soon as you remember that you despise him, you clamp up and stop sharing so much.

When you finally reach your door, Taehyun turns to you with a smile. "Thanks for the day, Y/N. I really enjoyed it."

You have a strange mix of feelings. On the one hand, you had to admit that you liked the day more than you thought you would. But on the other hand, you still couldn't get rid of the irritation you felt toward him.

"Yeah, it was… fine," you reply, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Taehyun's smile fades a little, but he nods. "Well, I'll see you in class then."

"Sure," you say before opening the door to your dormitory building.

You can't help but think about the day's events as you walk up the stairs. You expected to be bothered by Taehyun the whole time, but he made you laugh and have fun. And when he offered to walk you home, it felt like a date.

But you quickly tell yourself that you can't let yourself get too comfortable with Taehyun. You've spent years building up a wall of hate for him, and you can't just let that go because you worked with him for one day on a music video.

A few days later, you and Taehyun meet up at the arcade for the next scene of your class project music video.

You can't help but feel a little nervous as you wait for him to arrive. Even though you've been trying to stay away from him since you met on Sunday, you can't help but think about why Taehyun wanted to work with you on the project.

When Taehyun shows up, he waves and smiles at you. You swear your heart missed a beat.

"Hey, Y/N, you ready to shoot?" He asked with a small grin on his face.

You nod, trying to control the butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah, let's get started."

While Taehyun set up the camera and equipment, he suggests you play some of the arcade games to collect some footage for the video. At first, you're not sure, but he talks you into playing a few games with him.

As you play together, laughter and good times fill the air. Taehyun surprises you with his skill in some games but also isn't afraid to let loose and act silly. At one point, he accidentally bumps into you, and both of you end up on the ground, laughing uncontrollably. As you look up at him, you realize that maybe he's not as bad as you thought. In fact, he might even be likable.

Throughout the day, your time together is filled with joy and fun. You're still a bit cautious around him, but your opinion of him is changing drastically. He's not the flawless robot you first saw him as; instead, he's a real person with feelings and imperfections. And being around him feels nice.

When filming for the video ends, Taehyun turns to you with a smile. "Thanks for today, Y/N. I really enjoyed it."

Your heart feels warm as you return his smile. "Me too. And I'm sorry for always being rude to you."

His smile grows wider. "It's alright. I can understand why you didn't like me before. But I'm glad we got to know each other better."

You nod, feeling slightly awkward. "Yeah, me too."

As the two of you leave the arcade together, you can't help but feel like you just went on another date with him.

Halfway down the street, Taehyun tells you he has to meet someone at the cafe you just walked by. As you walk back to campus, you say goodbye. For the first time, you're a little sad that you have to part ways, and you're not sure if you want to keep up the wall of dislike between you two.

"Taehyun! Over here!" Huening Kai's voice rang out across the bustling coffee shop, drawing Taehyun's attention. A wide smile spread across his face as he made his way over to the table where Kai was sitting.

"Did I just see you walking by with L/N Y/N?" Kai asked, his shock palpable in his tone and written all over his face. Taehyun simply nodded in response, trying not to let his own excitement show too much.

"Did she get amnesia…? Doesn't she hate your guts?" Kai continued, unable to contain his curiosity.

"Yeah, I'm working on that," Taehyun chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he thought about how best to explain the situation to Kai.

"Dude, don't tell me you still have a crush on her?" Kai prodded playfully, a mischievous glint in his eye when Taehyun's face turned a light shade of pink. "Hilarious, you know she's hated you for as long as you've liked her. Crazy how you both ended up in the same college too. Maybe that's what they call fate."

"Fate…" Taehyun mused, letting the word roll off his tongue as he looked out at the bustling crowd of people around them. The thought of it all being predestined or meant to be seemed almost unimaginable, but then again, so did the idea of you and him actually becoming friends after years of animosity. "Maybe you're right."

You and Taehyun stood on the rooftop, overlooking the bustling campus below. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the two of you as you sat on a blanket laid out on the ground. Taehyun had prepared an afternoon picnic for your final scene, complete with sandwiches, fruit, and a bottle of sparkling wine.

He had suggested that for the last scene, you'd film a time-lapse of you two sitting side by side and the sun setting in the background.

You couldn't help but feel conflicted as you looked at Taehyun. You had always disliked him, but as you worked together on your project, you realized that maybe you had been too immature to try even to get to know him. Taehyun was kind, funny, and incredibly talented but never tried to rub it in or show off. You found yourself drawn to him, even though you weren't sure if you were ready to admit it yet.

As you chatted and ate, Taehyun suddenly turned to you with a smile on his face. "You know, Y/N," he said, "this is my dream date."

"What? A picnic on a rooftop?" you looked at him incredulously.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "It may seem simple, but it's the little things that matter to me. Just being here with someone I care about, enjoying good food and great company," he explained, leaning back against the rooftop ledge. The setting sun cast an orange glow over him as he gazed at you with adoration. "That's all I've ever really wanted." The warm breeze lifted his hair as he spoke, adding to the romantic atmosphere of the moment.

Your heart fluttered as you listened to Taehyun, feeling emotions you had never associated with him before. You clenched your fists, realizing how much his actions and words had affected you. You couldn't keep pretending that his gestures were just friendly.

"Can you stop playing games with me, Taehyun? I don't know if you're trying to lead me on or if you actually have feelings for me, but I can't ignore my own feelings anymore."

Taehyun's expression softened. "Y/N, I'm sorry if I've been unclear. I didn't want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable. The truth is, I've had feelings for you for a long time now, back when we were still in middle school, I just didn't know how to tell you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. Did Taehyun feel the same way about you?

"I'm grateful that we worked on this project together," Taehyun continued. "It gave me a chance to show you who I really am, and I'm thankful for that. But Y/N, I'm not doing all of this just to change your opinion of me. I genuinely care about you and want to be with you."

"You liked me all this time?"

"Yes," Taehyun shyly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I think it was back in middle school when you helped Chani redo his homework that had fallen into the school fountain. It sounds kind of creepy now, doesn't it?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Taehyun. This was something you never expected, but now that it was happening, it felt like a heavy weight on your shoulders. How could you have treated someone who felt this way about you so unkindly?

"Why are you crying?" Taehyun asked in concern, reaching for a napkin. Did he say something wrong?

"I-I'm sorry for everything," you apologized, tears streaming down your face. "I've been so unfair to you, and you've been nothing but patient and kind to me."

"Don't dwell on the past, Y/N," Taehyun comforted. "I hold no grudges against you."

"Taehyun, I promise to make it up to you and do better," you said softly. "I don't know where this will go, but I want to find out. Thank you for being patient with me."

A bright smile lit up Taehyun's face as he leaned in to kiss you. The sun had set completely, but for the two of you, the world was just beginning to light up.