#and then immediately after food i go to my friends dorm and we study for like whatever like basically the entire night bc it just-

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edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! WE GOT TO THE GOAL IN LESS THAN A DAY!!! I'M SO GRATEFUL TO EVERYONE WHO DONATED!!! Locking reblogs to prevent it from spreading further.

Urgent: Transgender Asylum Seeker Needs Housing Assistance

My name is Charlotte; a lot of you know me for my presence online and many will know I am a transgender international student and asylum seeker in the US, currently set to graduate from my Master's degree in a month (hooray!), which means I'll need to move out of my university dormitories.

Unfortunately, both thanks to costs of living and the low, low salary graduate employees get, my funds have been left completely drained by this point. I have been living paycheck-to-paycheck for the past four years, and I am at a point where I don't have the ability to house and feed myself any further. I've let my physical and mental health deteriorate due to the conditions I've been living under. Throughout all of this, I've lived in university housing due to not making enough as a graduate assistant to afford anything else, staying in whatever the cheapest option is each term. What's worse, this summer, I took a full time job at my university that was not only physically grueling but also pulled the rug from under me two months before the end of the summer and cut my hours drastically, forcing me to look for help with my bills and rely on my credit card for a while. Thanks to that, I was able to remain in my current dorm housing situation, barely making rent and food every month.

This, however, leaves me in a precarious position, as I am soon to graduate, meaning I will be forced to move away from campus housing. I am currently in the process of finding an apartment in my vicinity, while also trying to find work after graduation and also juggling the end of my studies. Thankfully, once I find work, thanks to my qualifications I expect to be in a much more stable position, but I need help with my immediate housing situation, as I will be forced to leave the dorms in the 14th of December, necessitating I find a place by then.

Because of all of this, I am looking to raise $2,500 USD in order to help shoulder these charges; 2000 of which will go towards finding and furnishing an apartment (rent, security deposit, and some basic furniture), and 500 towards helping pay off the last of my university account balance and my work authorization. I am at a point where I have no choice but to reach out and ask for the help and generosity of my followers and friends in order to raise this amount in time. If this is not successful, I will have no way of affording a place to live next month. While I have a few options at my disposal in that worst case scenario, I hope to be able to avoid making use of them.

Whatever money ends up unused from this fundraiser will go towards savings, though I estimate I'll need to spend at least $1500 in rent and security deposits at the least.

If you're not able to donate, I encourage you to spread this around and share with your friends and followers, and any donation, no matter how small, will help towards my goal of remaining safe, housed and healthy.

Thank you all for your time and consideration,

-Charlotte

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ok just to like paint a picture so. today i woke up at 9 and went to my morning class (was a little bit late) then i got brunch and canceled therapy (was a whole Ordeal trust me..) for like an hour or over idk, then i went back home to work on this research paper & got some food from a local café, then i went to a meeting i had and then walked to my friends workplace and we walked back and then i kind of have just lazed around and im watching my friends show from 1-2. and then TMRW i have a thing early afternoon & a d+d session for like five hours until 10 pm basically and then im probably sleeping in bc of the whole 1-2 thing. And then tmrw i have basically nothing but i then have to call my family bc i havent in a while and i need to do all of my homework. so needless to say this has been a hell of a semester start

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One for the Angel series

Maybe she has an eating disorder or don't like eating because she doesn't want to gain weight. Rafe finds out and low key gets mad at her for not eating for like hours and he's like "What's wrong with you, you need to eat something......" then becomes soft when she explains to him

Thanks love 🦋🤍

Let Me Feed You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Not eating for a whole day (not bc of an eating disorder but because she was busy)

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

A/N: I altered it a little bit because Angel doesn’t have an ED. I feel she is much more likely not to eat because of school. I hope that is okay!

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Ever since they started dating, it has been rare for Rafe to not see Y/N all day. He normally meets up with her at lunch so they can eat together; however, her group meeting during her lunch period impedes their routine. His plans to see her after his afternoon class are foiled by Wheezie calling in a panic because she had gotten into a fight with their dad. It took a good hour to talk to calm her down and then he texted Y/N about going over to her dorm. She finally responds to his text around nine o’clock and Rafe can’t contain his excitement, even if it is pretty late. He had dinner earlier in the evening because Kelce ordered something for the whole house and Rafe assumes Y/N has too, so the only thing on his agenda is cuddling her. He knocks on the door, fidgeting with his fingers while he waits for someone to answer the door. A short brunette with light brown highlights, which doesn’t match his girlfriend, stands behind the door. “Hey, she’s at her desk. I’m going out with some friends. See ya later,” Daisy announces, leaving the doorway so he can enter. He steps inside the dorm and locks the door behind him. Like Daisy said, he finds Y/N hunched over textbooks at her desk. It isn’t an unusual setting, but the dark circles under her eyes and her fluttering eyelids are new for Rafe.

Her nap typically helps her hold off her tiredness until eleven. A grumble coming from her stomach causes his eyebrows to form a caterpillar. He has been here for about a minute and she still hasn’t acknowledged her. This worries him. “Have you eaten anything for dinner yet? Why are you so tired?” he stresses, placing a hand on her shoulder for comfort. She jerks awake with her hand on her forehead, “Umm…. what time is it? I still need to get a late lunch?” His brain processes the information. If she hasn’t had lunch, then that means she hasn’t eaten all day. She doesn’t eat breakfast daily and snacks are not in her vocabulary because she prefers to just eat at meals. “Angel, it’s nine-thirty at night. Does this mean you haven’t had anything to eat all day?” he verifies. Her eyes widen as her head turns toward the clock on the wall, “I guess not. You can wait on my bed. I just need to study for another half an hour and then we can cuddle.” 

He shakes his head away and begins closing her books for her. “What’s wrong with you, you need to eat something. You are running on fumes. You can’t keep studying,” he argues, turning her chair toward him. “Rafe, I have a test on Friday and I can’t study that much tomorrow, so I have to finish this up,” she complains. Her attempt to reach for the books is halted. He holds her back, “Nope, we need to get some food in you.” “I already told you, I can’t. Please,” she begs. “I’ll be fine. I promise. I do this all the time.” This causes Rafe to loosen his grip on the hardcover book and his gaze to soften. He immediately takes his phone out to order food for her. She tilts her head at his actions. “What are you doing?” She stands to try to see what he is doing. He looks at her over his shoulder, “Ordering you food.” “I told you don’t worry about it. I’ll finish studying, then we can cuddle and I’ll go to sleep once you leave. It’s fine, I have enough energy to make it until then,” she informs him, sitting back on his chair. Not taking no for an answer, he wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up. She struggles against him and is thrown onto her bed. He lets out a sour chuckle, “It’s funny that you think I would let you not eat. It’s not healthy for you. So let me feed you, Angel.” He flops onto the bed beside her, burying his head into her neck. Knowing she can’t get out of this, she relents to his insistence. “Okay, I’ll eat, but I don’t like eating alone,” she whispers, lying her head on his. He looks up at her with relief, “Of course, whatever it takes to make you feel better.” 

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Silent Love: Ch. 1 - New Roommate(s)

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter One

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.・゜゜・ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 14,003

･ ｡ﾟ☆:  *･ November 13th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Monday

“He was so big.” Nobara shivers, a small smile gracing her lips. “I know he was totally texting other girls behind my back and shit, but that dick was dicking.” She points aggressively at nothing, merely trying to make her point stronger. 

“Ew. Can you not tell me that right now? I’m eating.” You turn away from her, twisting your fork in your noodles, “I was gone for a week, and this is what you do in my absence. You should be ashamed of yourself.” You take a bit of your food, but immediately follow it with a sip of your Sprite. Adding a cough with a very suspicious word that rhymes with shut. 

Nobara playfully glares at you, “No girl, you signed up for this when we became friends, you need to know.” Nobara leans her head down on the table, biting her bottom lip. “I’m telling you, I miss my stink-stink.” She pulls out her phone, “Maybe I should text him…” 

“I don’t want to hear you crying about him anymore.” You scold, pointing your fork at her accusingly, “I can’t deal with your sobbing when I’m trying to go to bed because he broke your heart again.” It’s the reason you're moving out, actually. 

That's being mean, it isn’t the reason why you’re moving out. But, it definitely is one of them. 

A playful smirk slowly builds on Nobara's face, “It won’t be my emotions I'm crying over.” She laughs as you roll your eyes. 

“Okay, that’s enough for brunch today.” You shut your Panda Express box closed, “Call me when you're no longer in heat so you can help me pack.” You grab your tote-bag, slinging it over your shoulders. 

Nobara pouts, “Awh. I can’t believe you’re leaving me already.” She pushes herself away from the table, trailing behind you. “I mean, I’m not stopping you, but who would want to leave me?” 

Obviously you do. 

“Are you moving in with your parents in the meantime?” Nobara asks, tilting her head at you. 

You shake your head, “No, I already have an apartment contract. Rooming with this random girl who goes to a different school.” You sigh, “It’s a bit far for my comfort, but the view to the city is gorgeous. Couldn’t pass it up.” You’re going to have to deal with taking public transportation from now on, but that’s a new risk you’re willing to take. 

“Yeah, my new roommate is moving in on Monday.” Nobara sighs, “I don’t even know her name yet…” 

“That can be a good thing, maybe you’ll make a new friend to tell you sex stories to.” You smile at her kindly. 

“No, I swear if you cut me off after you move out I’ll go and kill you myself.” Nobara accuses, a finger pointing at you scoldingly. “You have to have lunch with me everyday now that I can’t see you.” 

You may be mean, but you’re not that mean. “Of course not, I would never leave you. I wouldn’t give up your answers for Anatomy and Physiology.” You tap her nose, grabbing her hand and pulling her next to you. “Also your wallet for amazing food.”

“Good to know all I’m good for is homework answers and food.” Nobara groans, yet tightens her hand around yours nonetheless. “Next time I swear I’m going to let you figure things out on your own. No more puppy eyes when you don’t want to do the homework, or when you’re hungry.” 

“That could be a good thing. Except the food part.” You mutter, an amused smile slowly building on your lips. “I’m sure my future patients will appreciate me learning the curriculum rather than copying someone else.” 

“Agreed.” She leans her head on your shoulder, hugging your arm. “Hopefully you’ll be able to pass the final without me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pass life without you.” 

You lean your head atop of her’s, sighing softly. “You’ll be okay, next thing you know your next roommate is going to be reenacting you when you tell her your sex stories.” Sure, Nobara is a hard person to get along with and can be quite brash, but you still enjoy her friendship nonetheless. 

Nobara pauses for a moment in thought, “Wait? Do you want me to call my friends? They can also help you pack.” She smiles wickedly, “We can make them do the heavy stuff because we’re just..” She dramatically places the back of her hand to her forehead, “Weak little fraile women who can’t do anything without the fear of breaking a nail.”

You look at your nails, seeing that they were freshly done, a cute white set with small jews sparkling in the sun. “That is a genuine concern of mine, though.” You lower your hand again, being careful not to snag it on your bag. 

“Even better.” Nobara smiles, tearing her hand away from you and pulling out her phone to open her messages. “Here, I’ll call them and ask for help.” She clicks someone’s contact before you can even answer. 

“No, please don’t.” You tell her, watching as her finger hovers over the call button. “I don’t even know these people and I’m asking them to do stuff for me, that’s going to make me feel bad.” You press your lips together, “Maybe if they were my friends… but it’s okay, I’ll have everything done.” 

Nobara waves you off, “Nonsense, it’s not like they have anything better to do.” She laughs, “Hell, they’re probably just laying around waiting for me to call them to give them something to do.” Her finger presses the call button, you immediately cringe. 

The phone rings once, before the line is picked up. Nobara looks to the side, “You busy?” You can’t hear the other side, but she smiles and quickly adds, “No you’re not, stop being like that. Come help me pack after class.” She ends the call, shoving the phone into her back pocket.

“I hope they don’t come.” You whisper, only to pause, “Oh my god! Shit, I completely forgot I’m supposed to meet up with my professor right now!” You pull away from Nobara, panicking, “I’ll be right back, I’ll—I’ll meet you at our dorm!” You shove your food into her hands before quickly dashing off, your skirt bouncing with each step.

—

You’re out of breath, but slam the doors or your lecture hall open, catching the attention of the white haired professor. You’re quick to glance at the time, seeing it was almost two minutes past your professors office hours. 

You pray to Satan's right ass cheek that your professor is still here. 

Your professor passes you a quick glance, before singing, “Office hours ended two minutes ago.” He continues collecting the papers on his small desk and putting them in his bag. “But, I’ll humor you since I know you’re not the physical type.” 

You’re aware of how hard you’re breathing from running, the words come out jagged as you drop your bag to the floor, “T–Touche..” You move to his desk, picking up a few papers and handing it to him, although it’s in your better interest. You lean your body on the desk. 

“So…” He draws, blue eyes flickering from his desk to your face, “What did you need help with?” There's a hint of playfulness behind his voice, but it’s equally as mocking. 

Ugh, you hate Professor Gojo. Okay… that’s a lie, he’s really nice to look at, but that’s all. “I’m sure you got my many emails and noticed my empty seat, but I couldn’t be here for a solid week.” You pass him a meek smile.

“Why were you out?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. You’ve always liked that about Gojo, how animated he is. It adds an interesting draw to his lectures. Seeing his hands flail dramatically around to emphasize any topic he was teaching. 

You look to the side, instantly avoiding eye contact, your heart tugging at the thought. “Uhm… F-Family emergency..” You wave your hand, as if the topic was a fly you were trying to rid, “I was just wondering, what I missed? We do anything important?”

Professor Gojo places his hands on his lips, looking at the roof in thought. “Hm, I don’t think you missed too much.” He grabs his black sunglasses and pushes his hair back with them. “Just a month-long project that takes up thirty percent of your grade.” 

Your eyes widen, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach while your jaw falls slack. “You’re joking.” You take a step back, it feels like you’re going to faint. “Oh my god. Please don’t say that.” Why didn’t Nobara tell you anything about this?!

Professor Gojo smiles, “Not lying, unfortunately.” He flips his sunglasses to fit comfortably on the bridge of his nose, “Your grade is totally tanked.” He tilts his head to the side, white silky strands falling with him. “Unless you can make up a week of lost time in a month.” He thinks, “It’s the thirteenth, so, it might be possible.”

A week worth of work, that doesn’t even include your other classes. Work you also need to catch up on. You quickly try to calculate the workload for the other classes, but immediately feel worse when you do. You’re sitting around twenty hours, maybe even twenty five hours of work. 

It’s manageable, you’ve done it before your freshman year when something similar happened, it may be the reason why your life ends early, but definitely doable. Also something you definitely don’t want to do either.

For a brief second, you're tempted to pull down your shirt and ask him, ‘Is there anything I can do to fix my grade?’ Like those weird pornos or fanfics you and Nobara view to pass time, but you immediately think against it. 

One, that isn’t going to work. This isn’t a fanfic. 

Two, you’re pretty sure Gojo is gay, and married. 

Although, if you were to tell Gojo that last one, you’re sure he would be offended. Yet, immediately follow it up with pictures of his gay partner. Why do you think that? You’re pretty sure you’ve seen it happen before. Like, seventy-six percent sure. 

So, you cringe and ask, not seductively at all, “Is there anything I can do to fix my grade?” You’re sure Gojo is aware of your shiny GPA, something which many of your college professors attempt at tainting, but can’t with how determined you are to keep up your grades. 

Gojo looks at the roof again, thinking for a moment. “I can assign you a different project, or I can just assign the original project to you.” He looks at his desk, pulling open a drawer and searching through the papers, “Which do you want to do?” 

“Is this a final?” Your question is a bit blunt, but Gojo picks up it’s purely fear talking. 

“This is the only thing I’m grading this before your final. Meaning, it’s due…” Gojo leans forward, looking at the calendar on his desk. “The eighth of December. And don’t worry, it’s a project just going in as an assessment grade.” 

That’s right, finals are right around the corner, on the eleventh of December. Meaning, if you procrastinate on this project, or somehow fall behind, you’re sitting–at most–a weekend of studying for your finals. 

God, this makes everything so much more stressful for you. 

He wiggles his shoulders, “I wanted to give my students a break to study.” He cups his face, “Aren’t I an amazing person?” 

No. Your eye twitches, “Yeah, such an amazing person.” You sigh, moving away from his desk and grabbing a chair. “What was the assignment?” You prop it right next to his chair, grabbing the staple of paper and skimming through the stipulations of the project. 

“You’re popular, right?”

No one is popular in college, people just won’t shut up. “Define popular.” You grimace. 

Gojo doesn't miss a beat when saying, “You have many friends, right?” 

You don’t miss a beat when saying, “Define many?” 

Gojo gives you an indescribable look, “What do you mean describe many? What else would that mean?” 

You look to the side, “Well, if I came to lecture and ate five cheeseburgers, you’d be like, wow, that’s a lot of food. But, if I told you I only had five friends, you’d be like, wow, that’s not many friends.” You reason. 

Gojo doesn’t look disappointed, but he’s not necessarily proud either. “Well, you.. don’t, right?” He passes you an empathetic look. 

“Of course not.” Gojo sighs in relief, “I only have two.” Gojo ignores your remark and snatches the paper from you, ignoring your playful grin. He’s quick to explain the project, but with each stipulation you feel your stomach tying itself into knots. 

Partner work? 

Mental Evaluation? 

A project where you pick a student to physically and mentally evaluate their day to day life for a week. Learning about their eating habits, working habits, study habits, and personal life. Then, write an essay about your studies and your personal evaluation on their health, life, and personal character. Gojo assured you that this paper should be told to the participant, however does not have to be shared with them, and will not be shared with anyone other than himself. 

The project seems evasive… you wonder if it’s even allowed. Which seems right up Gojo’s alley. He was always in people’s business. But, a grade is a grade, and you're not going to complain. He’s one to assign something much harder to teach you a lesson about complaining.  

Gojo grabs a pen and writes something down in your packet, “I’m already aware you want to become a physical therapist, so I’ll put that down as the hands on part of your project.” He doodles a small version of him worshiping the rubric, “However, since a handful of students already chose to do medical physical therapy, I’ll have you do sports physical therapy.” 

You feel your stomach turn again. Sports? You haven’t played a sport, more or less exercised, since your highschool days. Even then, you weren’t in a physically demanding sport such as volleyball or soccer, you did marching band. 

Which you could argue was extremely physically demanding, but you regress. 

Gojo adds your name to a shared spreadsheet, adding your name to the sport physical therapy colom. A small shiver of relief soars over your body when you see the name Maki. Thank god. At least you know someone. You’re pretty sure you have her number, too. 

Gojo looks at you again, resting on the palm of his hand. “It doesn't change much. Instead of choosing a random student, now you have to choose a student athlete for your project to be based off of. It’s simple, and shouldn't take more than a few weeks. For you at least.”

It’s nice for Gojo to have faith in you, but you don’t have it in yourself. “Thanks.” You take the paper from him, again looking through the packet again. It seems simple on paper, the most difficult part seems to be finding someone willing to be the participant, but you’re sure you can manage.

Hopefully. 

Gojo waves you off, “I’ll see you in class.” 

You’re already off, grabbing your bag and shoving your papers into it. Off in a rush to the next place demanding your attention. Which feels like overwhelmingly everything this past week. 

—

You smile, your hands signing, “That’s cool, you are really good at drawing.” You use a pink crayon to continue your drawing, a simple picture of the young girl sitting across from you. She’s in elementary school and incredibly shy, often choosing to stay by your side when it’s playtime. You don’t mind.

She smiles at you, grabbing her sparkly notebook and writing a quick, “Thanks.” Before quickly pushing it away and continuing to color the sun an interesting shade of purple. You take a small mental note, the sun should be purple, it’s pretty. 

You continue to braid her long hair, being careful not to tug too hard and accidentally mess up her artwork. You use a hair tie with a pink bow to tie it off, making sure all the strands are secure before pulling two small strands to frame her face. 

You move to the left of her, telling her, “Now we are matching.” She awkwardly giggles at that. 

“Where’s the president?” 

Your head whips around, looking for whoever called you. You immediately know from the way they’re addressing you, it’s a parent. You place a hand on the girl's back, standing up and making your way to the impatient parent. 

You pass her a kind smile, “Can I help you?” 

“I’m here for my child.” She seethes at you, her eyes moving up and down your frame, “Is that even appropriate for working with children? Do they pay you to dance on a pole and dress like a–” 

“I’m not getting paid.” You tell her, holding your hands behind your back, “I’m the president of the ASL club here, we teach people about ASL and the language, we also volunteer here when the School of Deaf Children have a small field trip to our school.” You smile brighter, “I don’t get paid to do anything.” You reiterate.

She gives you a look between disgust and jealousy, which you can’t blame her. Not everyone can be intelligent and as beautiful as you. “What’s your child’s name? I can grab them for you.” You call for a member of the club, telling them to bring a clipboard with the sign out sheet. 

When they do, you give the items to the mother and search for her son. You click your foot on the floor three times, the vibrations sending a silent call for the boy. He turns his head and looks at you, watching as you point behind you at his mother. He sighs and gathers his things. 

You laugh and move back to the mother, taking the clipboard and skimming over the information she added. You ignore how she misspelled his name, actually, that’s a lie, you erased it and fixed her mistake. You do ignore the nasty glare she gives you. 

“He always enjoys being here with us,” You watch as the little boy tugs his things to you, feet dragging on the floor dramatically. You place a hand on his head, “I’ll see you on the next field trip.” 

She scowls at you, but softens her gaze on her child, asking him about his day. There’s a genuine smile on her face while she talks to her child, so you don’t let her words get to you. 

“Don’t know how you do it.” Her voice is sharp, pulling you to look at her. “Especially after meeting with Gojo, you’re a trooper.” There’s a hint of playfulness, although you can barely pick up on it due to her RBF. 

You laugh dryly, “Oh, I–I don’t know, I’m just…” 

“Your flask is sticking out of your pocket.” Maki points at your torso, her face as emotionless as ever. 

Your eyes widen with fear, looking down at your torso only to notice you don’t have pockets. You pass her a hard glare, “Ha ha. Very funny.” You lean your weight on one of your legs, “I would be dead if found with something like that, especially here.” You gesture to the children behind you. 

Maki laughs, “So..” She starts, “I’m sure you’ve finally gotten the project.” 

You groan, looking back at the club working with the kids. “Ugh, yeah.” You roll your eyes, “I don’t know what’s worse, that fact it’s thirty percent of my grade, or I have to humiliate myself to a random athlete to pass it.” You sigh.

Maki’s eyes light up for a moment, “Wait, you’re also doing athletes? I thought you would be in “physical therapy” where you can just choose random friends.” She tilts her head, “Isn’t that what you’re kinda known for?” 

You mush your eyebrows together, “Wait, what do you mean?... Known for?” You pause, “Wait, don’t tell me that how people know me?..” 

Maki laughs, before mockingly saying, “Oh, wait? Is that the girl who wants to become a physical therapist? You think she has the answers?” She crosses her hands over her chest, “Something someone has said to me while doing work.” 

You pout, “Why can’t I be known for how cute I dress, or something?” Why couldn't you be known as that mysterious hot girl in lecture? “Whatever, I don’t care…” You do care, you care a lot. “But, no yeah, Gojo said there wasn’t any room, so he put me in the physical therapy for athletes slot.” 

Maki cringes, “Rough. But I wouldn’t worry, it’s just a few people in our class.” You let out a sigh of relief. “You know what’s rougher? Actually finding the athlete, luckily my little brother is one so I got a free pass.” She laughs, cupping her mouth, “And I don’t have to embarrass myself following a random boy like a puppy.”

You feel your eyes widen, “Shit, we really have to follow them around?” You sigh, “I don’t even know any athletes, I don’t even know where to start…” You look at one of the kids running around, making sure to keep an eye on them in case they trip. “I feel like I’m going to embarrass myself by asking a random one to help me.” 

“I think Gojo is plotting.” Maki says, “He’s bored and wants something exciting to happen, so he decided to make this stupid project where we’re forced to be close to someone twenty-four-seven.”

You laugh, a decently sized crowd passing behind you and Maki. “Sounds like Gojo.” You cup your mouth, as if anyone were interested in your conversation and whisper, “I heard he assigned a boy and a girl together back when he first started teaching and now they’re married working on campus.” 

“Oh yeah, have the girl’s lecture class.” Maki looks at the sky, “Gojo fiends for drama, but we all know this.” She turns over her shoulder, wondering about the loud and obnoxious conversation behind her, only to notice the large crowd of boys. She softly groans in annoyance. 

You quickly eye them alongside her. 

“Football boys,” She mutters, clearly agitated. “Hate them all, so glad my brother isn’t one of them.” 

“Should I ask one of them to do my project?” You tilt your head, watching as they slowly move away from you, their loud chatter getting more distant. “Maybe if I pull down my shirt enough someone will say yes.” 

Maki scoffs a laugh, “Yeah. That could definitely work.” She looks back at the group, her happy expression falling for a moment, “Just don’t get the pink haired one. He’s a dick.”

Your eyes snap back to the group, you didn’t even notice a pink haired guy, “What, why?” You don’t recognize him, which means you don’t have any classes with him. 

“Some asshole.” Maki scowls, turning back to look at you. If looks could kill, the guy would be six feet under. “He’s a football player who doesn’t know shit about the real world, got everything handed to him while growing up.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because he talks about it in class.” She shakes her head, “You should hear him, so full of himself, and won’t shut the fuck up.” She pivots a foot behind the other, “He’s rude, too. The only people he’s somewhat nice to, are his professors.”

You laugh, “That’s how it is sometimes, Maki.” You look back at him, he’s tall and built, “Besides…” You smile at Maki’s disgusted face, knowing what you’re going to say. “If he’s hot, he could do whatever he wants for me and I’d thank him.” 

“You’re hanging around Nobara too much.” Maki turns on her heel, “Whatever, if you choose him as a partner and fail, I’ll be the first one to tell you..” She smiles over her shoulder, “I told you so.” 

You’re not going to, but you say, “I doubt it.” You turn back to the kids, wanting to put your full attention on them again, but pause. Your eyes travel to look back at the man, skimming over his body again. 

Maybe you can die on this hill, but assholes are hot. 

Then again, you don’t know any assholes in your life, so you can totally be delusional and be reading too many fanfics for your own good. But, Nobara does, and she loves her asshole, you think. So, they can’t be that bad, especially if they look that good. 

Whatever. You have more important things to obsess about. 

—

You’re about to enter your room, when the door swings open, slamming into your face. You whimper, stumbling backwards into the wall behind you. Both your hands cupping your face in pain, your cute bag falling to the floor. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry.” A pair of hands make their way to your shoulders, “I didn’t think anyone would–holy shit, Nobara!” The person shouts, “I accidentally killed someone with the door!” Their voice is boyish, but in some weird way that is what makes it charming. 

Someone else rounds the corner, your guess is that it’s Nobara. “You killed her?” She pushes the boy away from you, her hands wrapping around your shoulders as she crams you in her neck, “Poor thing’s had a rough day, and this is what you welcome her home to?!”

“I’m so sorry!” The boy responds, he sounds very ashamed. 

“Keep it down, it’s three, everyone’s trying to nap right now.” Another boyish voice perks up, he sounds more monotone than the first one. As if he also had woken from a nap, “Try bringing the body inside before panicking.” 

“Good idea, Megumi.” You feel a pair of hands grab your waist and hoist you up, throwing you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You don’t know if you should be offended, or flattered. “We’ll check for a pulse when we’re inside.” 

Nobara's voice pops up again, “Wait! Be careful of her skirt! You’re going to flash people!” She scolds, and you pray to everything that is almighty that there isn’t anyone in the dorm hall. “Megumi, you grab her bag!” 

There’s no way this is happening. You move one of your hands to press on the fabric of your skirt, pressing it against the high of your thighs. “I got it.” You tell her while the man carries you into the room, Nobara shutting the door behind the two of you. 

You take this time to finally look at the other man in your room, not the one carrying you, just to specify. The man has jet black hair, part of you wonders if it’s dyed, and pale skin. His eyes look a bit lifeless, but you can’t blame him, it is college after all. If you can remember correctly, the man holding you like a potato-sack called him Megumi.

You’re dropped on your bed, your hair fluttering around your head. For a moment, you feel like time has stopped, the boy in front of you smiling widely. You want to laugh at the irony, a part of you thinks, what a small world? Then, you remember you attend a college, and the only people who walk around at that college are the students who attend that college. 

Wow, who would’ve thought, right?

So, the first thing that leaves your lips is, “I like your hair.” To give yourself some credit, it’s what you found the most interesting part of his backside.

The boy tilts his head, his hand moving to run it through his pink tufts, “Thanks.” He leans on the bed next to you, he’s still looking at you as he says, “I like you.” He smiles again, grabbing one of Nobara’s pillows, “You’re light, by the way.” 

Flattered. That, or he’s just freakishly strong, which seems more plausible. Still, his words strike a place in your chest, either that or you really need to talk to more people. You turn to Nobara, “I like him, why haven’t you invited him to our dorm before?” 

Nobara gives you a look, and that answers your question. She juts her thumb at the boy sitting next to you, “Yuuji’s been the one taking your stuff to my car.” She cocks her head at the other boy in the room, he’s enamored by something on his phone. “Megumi’s been actually packing your things.” She winks, “He ended up only using like three–four boxes with his packing skills.”

Your face lights up, “Really? That’s awesome!” That means you can return the other six you bought from Home Depot for way more than you should’ve. “Thanks, you just saved me like twenty bucks.” 

Megumi gives you a thumbs up, before looking back at his phone. Now that you’re really looking at him, he looks really familiar, you just can’t put your finger on it. You could swear you’ve seen that RBF somewhere before…

Nobara furrows her eyebrows, marching over to Megumi and grabbing his face, “Hey! Look at me when I’m talking to you!” She puts her hand on the back of his head, forcing him into a subtle bow. “When I introduce you to someone, actually look at them, jerk!” 

Megumi seems to pout almost, giving into Nobara’s demands and bowing, giving you a half-hearted, “I’m Megumi Fushiguro, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Even when Nobara removes her hand, he stays in that position. 

You find it a bit cute. 

“Wait, we’re saying our full name?” Yuuji tilts his head so he’s practically nose to nose with your face, “I’m Yuuji Itadori, it’s nice to finally meet you.” He looks back at Nobara, “She doesn’t shut up about you.” 

A pillow hits him directly in the face, and Yuuji dramatically falls with it. Acting if he had gotten shot with a gun. Nobara points her nose up, “What you get for running your mouth, I-ta-dor-i.” She says his name with so much conviction, you were almost offended by it. 

Yuuji lays on the bed, his side touching the small of your back, “When will my suffering end, I slave away putting heavy boxes in your car, only for you to stab me in the back like this.” Yuuji grabs the back of your shirt, “You would never do this to me, right?” He sniffles, his hands crawling to hold your torso in a hug. “You would always have my back, right?!”

You snicker, one of your hands moving to cup both of his. You give him a somber look, shaking your head, “No. I would never do this to you, Yuuji.” You hold his hands tighter, “Absolutely never.” You whisper.

Yuuji blinks a few times, letting his head fall on the bed with a soft thud. “The light?... I–I see the light, I don’t want to–I don’t want to go.” 

You stifle a laugh, turning your body to face him, “No! Don’t leave me!” You throw yourself over Yuuji, “I can’t do this without you!” You have no clue what “this,” even is. “I can’t lose you, too!” You’ve never lost anyone before, well.. that’s if you don’t count the plushly you lost at the mall one time.

Yuuji falls slack against the bed, sticking his tongue out and mumbling, the most realistic death sound of, “Bleh!” You finally burst out in laughter, pulling away from Yuuji to clutch onto your stomach. 

Yuuji quickly props his head up on his hand, “Anyway, I’ve been dying. When are we going out to eat, Nobara?” He passes Nobara a careless smile, as if he hadn’t put on the most cringeworthy act with you as his co-actor. 

Nobara gives him an indescribable look, one that borderlines anger and disbelief. 

Megumi blinks a few times, “Well, at least they get along just fine.” He gives the two of you a small applause. Which the two of you deeply appreciate.

Nobara blinks alongside him, whispering, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her talk this much when she’s with me.” She doesn’t know to be offended, or weirdly proud that you’re finally talking to people. Albeit, she would’ve preferred if you became more social outside the comfort of your bedroom, but hey, baby steps. 

You turn over your shoulder, peering at Yuuji again. “I can order some pizza, and when me and Nobara go to my new apartment, you can pick it up and bring it over.” You grab a piece of your hair from his back, you’re guessing it came off when he carried you. 

Yuuji blinks at you with a bit of sparkle in his eyes, “I think you’re my new favorite person.” 

“Are we friends now?” 

“Best friends.” Yuuji clarifies with full seriousness. 

You loudly laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth as you turn away from Yuuji. “Oh my god, he’s so fun.” You let yourself fall on his back, laying down while looking at the ceiling. 

You feel your body collapse for a moment, the aching and stress from the day crashing down on you. Sure, there’s a human below you, but you could be on a bed of pins and still find some form of relief by laying down. 

Like Megumi said earlier; It’s three, everyone is taking a nap right now. That should be you right now, sleeping on your uncomfortable-comfortable college assigned bed alongside your collection of stuffed animals you won from an arcade, and the dozens of blankets you bought from Target with the mindset of: One more couldn’t hurt. 

“If you want, I can move?” Yuuji asks. 

“No.” You tap his back a few times, as if you were a Dad patting a massive dog. “I’m already comfy. I wanna’ take a nap.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment, and in the moment it feels like heaven. You really need a nap. 

Yuuji nods with conviction, “Okay, I won’t move.” He quite literally freezes, you’re sure he’s not even breathing from how still he is. 

Your sentence breaks in cracks of laughter as you say, “You can breathe, babe.”

Yuuji clearly lets out a long sigh. You laugh again. 

You want to lay like this forever, but you have an apartment waiting for your arrival. Besides, you’re going to feel even better when you’re laying down in your new bed in your new room. Suddenly, you’re bubbling with energy. 

You collect yourself before pushing yourself off the bed, reaching for your bag, “Here, I’ll go check I have everything in your car and order the pizza.” You turn to Yuuji, “I can tell you when to pick up.”

Yuuji nods, giving you a thumbs up. 

Nobara follows after you, grabbing her keys. Yet, before she leaves the room, she points at both of the boys and says, “Be good.” Then, shuts the door behind her with a smile. “Now, let’s hope to come back to a room with two living men.”

You tilt your head to the side, “Have they tried to kill each other before…?”

Nobara looks to the side thinking, “They have. A good handful of times, actually.” She laughs, thinking about the two boy’s bickering at times, “Yuuji can be something else, and Megumi needs his time alone to function. Sometimes, it’s like trying to make peace between a dog and a cat.”

“Impossible?” You ask with a smile.

“Exactly.” 

You give a humorous laugh, “Is Yuuji the dog?” 

“A big dog.” 

You laugh again, but your conversation with Maki pops into your head again. This time, you voice your thoughts, “I like Yuuji, he’s fun. Cute, too.” Nobara shivers, as if the thought of Yuuji being cute physically revolted her. “But, Maki said she doesn’t like him.” 

Nobara thinks for a moment, “Maki’s the junior in our class right?” You nod in confirmation, Nobara stays silent for a moment, still thinking. “Weird. I didn’t know she knew Yuuji. To be honest, I thought she was the type of person to hate underclassmen.” 

You can’t disagree with her, “Huh. She really does give that vibe?”

“We all have our personal vendettas.” Nobara shrugs, looking at the sky. It’s starting to get dark, the sky blending into hot colors. “I know Megumi doesn’t like Yuuji, but he won’t say that out loud, so who knows?” 

“That can’t be true.” You shake your head, “They look like they get along.”

“They should, or that means freshman year had to be hell for them…” Nobara presses her lips together, “Now that I think about it, I don’t even know if he likes me…” She shrugs again, a cheeky smile building on her lips “But everyone loves me, so I doubt that.” 

“Of course, who wouldn’t love you.” You internally roll your eyes, “No, but seriously. Yuuji seems kind of cool. I just don’t understand why she would say that.” You smile to yourself, “He’s strong, has nice hair, is nice to look at, and he’s really nice. I just don’t understand why she would call him an asshole.” 

“Woah, ew. Don’t say that about my brother, that makes me want to barf.” Nobara pretends to gag, grabbing onto her stomach. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, “You guys are related?!”

“No.” She snickers to herself. 

When the two of you reach the parking lot, she reaches for her keys and unlocks her car from the short distance. Popping open the trunk with her keys, and the only thing you can see is the organized boxes filling her car to the brim. 

You quickly check over all the boxes. Eyeing over everything packed, just to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. “Damn, you were right about Fusiguro, these boxes are packed.” A part of you wants to pay him, but you by no means have the money. You almost didn’t have the money to pay for the boxes. 

You sit on the ledge of the trunk, picking your phone from your bag. “I swear, I’m going to get the greasiest, cheesiest, diabeaty causing pizza ever for you guys.” You turn on your phone and immediately notice the text message and missed call from your new roommate. 

Nobara cups her face, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “Awh! Babe, you didn’t have to, that’s so romantic.” She wiggles her shoulders like a love-sick teenager.

You unlock your phone, checking the message. “You know I take care of my babygir—“ You blink a few times, your words dying. A horrible pit in your stomach twisting and turning uncontrollably, practically eating you alive. Your heart is dropping uncomfortably. 

Nobara notices your sudden mood change, and is quick to voice on it. “Hey, are you okay?” She looks at your hands, trying to see what could upset you. “If you want I can buy the pizza?…” 

You quickly turn off your phone, placing it face down on your lap and letting out a long sigh. You silent for a moment, your hands cupping your face as you whisper, “Shit.” You feel like crying, but you also feel like screaming in rage. 

“Wait, what happened?” 

“My—“ You groan, clearly annoyed, “Fuck, my roommate just said the room isn’t mine anymore.” You lean back on the boxes, resting your weight on it. You’re trying to form the words, but there’s so much going on in your head you don’t think you’re making sense. “She said I can’t come anymore.” 

Nobara furrows your eyebrows, “Wait, what?” She tilts her head to the sides, “What do you mean you can come anymore?”

For some reason, her question pisses you off, and you grab your phone. “Here.” Your voice is stern, clearly annoyed, “Read.” You flip the screen to her, showing the long paragraph you received from your roomma– ex-roommate. 

Nobara eyes skim over the screen, quickly trying to take in all the information before looking at you with an empathetic face. “Oh my–is this even allowed? Don’t you have to sign a contract to move in with them?” She sits down next to you, “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to break the binding if you already signed the papers.” 

You feel a bit stupid about your answers, and for some odd reason that pisses you off. “I–” You sigh, leaning your head back on the boxes. “I didn’t sign anything just yet, she just said I could move in today, and we’ll fill out the papers when I’m there.”

Nobara blinks a few times, “Oh.” Is all she says. She doesn’t know exactly what to tell you, but she knows enough not to tell you how wrong you are. You’re clearly upset as it is, and she doesn’t want to add fuel to that fire. You’re already stressed as it is, so she says, “Uhm, do you want me to help you unpack?...” 

You shake your head, “No.” You can’t unpack, Nobara is quite literally having a new roommate move in within this week. “Okay, no, it’s fine. I’ll figure this out.” You have a small idea of what you can do in the meantime. 

“Figure this out?” Nobara gives you a look, her lips pressed together in a thin line. “Babe, that’s something you say when you realize you have a test next class, not when you don’t have a place to stay.”

You sigh deeply, “I know.” Still, you’re trying to figure out what you can do in this situation. Your parents are out of the picture, not literally, they’re just too far, and you can’t stay with Nobara. You can try and move into a hotel, and pray your parents are willing to send you a bit more cash while you desperately try to find a new place to live. 

You nod to yourself, coming to a decision. “Okay, I think I’m just going to stay at a hotel in the meantime.” You open the safari app, and quickly search for hotels in your area. 

Nobara pulls you to your feet, shutting the trunk closed and locking her car again. “Okay, well my new roommate doesn’t come until Wednesday, so you're free to stay the night until she comes. Technically it’s still your room.” She grabs your bag, tugging you along with her as you desperately search for a place to stay. 

—

“The pizza says it’s going to be ready at five.” You think that’s a suspiciously long time for a pizza to get ready, but don’t question it too much. It just gives you more time to find a place to stay. “You can pick it up and bring it here if you want, Yuuji.” 

Yuuji blinks at you, “Are we no longer allowed at your apartment?” He sounds hurt in a way, but you’re a bit too embarrassed to tell him the truth of the situation. 

You thickly swallow, “Uh, well…” 

“Roommate kicked her off the lease.” Nobara says without batting an eye, “I told her to contact a lawyer, but we all know we’re too broke for that. Unless someone wants to pitch in some money.” She looks at you and passes a discreet wink. 

You deeply appreciate her and her ability to read your thoughts.

Megumi shakes his head, “I can call my Da–” He pauses, clearing his throat, “I can call Gojo and ask for some money.” He looks away, averting his attention at a wall. It could be the bad lighting, but it looks as if his ears are red. 

You have to reign in what Megumi just said, but you aren’t given the time when Nobara jumps into the conversation. “No. She doesn’t like Gojo, can’t imagine how she’d feel if she borrowed money from him.” 

Megumi looks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You don’t like Gojo?”

“Uh…” You give him an awkward smile, scratching your cheek lightly. “Not really…?”

Megumi nods, his lips pulling into a subtle upside down smile. It looks almost approving, “Me neither.” You didn't know you could end up liking someone with just a simple phrase, but here we are. 

Yuuji pulls on your sleeve, drawing your attention back to him. “So, what are you going to do?” He looks at you with puppy eyes, as if he were in the same boat as you.  

You pass him a somber smile. “I don’t know, I think I’m just going to crash at some random hotel in the meantime.” You shrug, trying to brush off the topic, but the pit in your stomach doesn’t go away. “Hope for the best, you know?” 

Yuuji practically lights up at that news, he quickly grabs your hands and tugs you into him. “Wait! Does that mean you’re homeless now?!” He seems excited about that, and you wonder if Maki was right about him being an asshole. 

You awkwardly laugh, your smiling faltering, “Uhm, yeah?…” You blink a few times, looking at your hands, then looking back at his face. You quickly pass Megumi and Nobara a worried face, as if you’re trying to say, please help me.

“Do you want to live with me?!” 

No. 

Your lips part, a small noise escaping your throat, but no real words really leaving. Yuuji is pretty fun to be around, but you don’t think moving in with someone you just met is a good idea. Besides, what if the hotel is a better option than the random house he’s offering you to live in. You don’t know how tidy… or dirty his house is, and you can’t just go to his house, scope out the area and be like, ‘Actually, I think I’m going to pass.’ 

It’s rude and puts you in a really awkward situation, a situation you really don’t want to put yourself in. Then again, you really don’t have the money to stay in a hotel, anything you could possibly have in your bank account will be drained, quickly. 

You don’t have the money, or the mindset to drain your bank account. In fact, if the number ‘ZERO’ hits your bank account, your life would’ve been long done awhile ago. There’s no way you’re living to see your personal downfall. 

You press your lips together in thought, “Uh?..” You look at Nobara, and she doesn’t seem to know what to say either. “Are you okay with that?—How much are you going to be charging me?” You have to ask the real question, then you can worry about being a good person and asking about Yuuji’s feelings. 

“Hm?” He blinks a few times, then quickly looks at Megumi, “I didn’t charge my ex when she lived with me. How much do you normally charge your roommates?” It seems like a genuine question, and Maki barks at the back of your head, ‘I told you!’

You softly pull your hands away from Yuuji, blinking at him in confusion. “Wait, do you not pay for your apartment?” You tilt your head at him, blinking in confusion. 

“I don’t.” He places his hand on the back of his head, looking at Megumi with something you can’t quite decipher. “My–” He pauses, making a face at Megumi, “My roommate does.” His eyes perk at that, almost as if it were a revelation. “That’s right, I have a roommate.” 

“So, I’ll be living with two guys?” Your eyes bounce back from Yuuji and Megumi, you can’t say excitement is what you’re feeling right now. No, it’s more desperation and dejection. 

“Mhm!” He pulls you close to his side, and you’re now starting to realize how touchy Yuuji is, but you don’t really mind. “It won’t be that bad, you’ll have your own room and there’s a kitchen.” He looks around the small dorm, “Which I think is already much better than the dorms…” 

You don’t… know. “I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you, and I don’t know if I’m going to have enough money..” 

Yuuji shakes his head, “You can just stay for a month or two, just until you can find your own place.” He places his head on your shoulder, giving you some of the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “And I won’t even charge you.”

“Deal.” Not even a second thought. 

A smile splits your face, excitement blooming in your chest. A free place to live, your own room, and a kitchen? Maybe you could be in danger by living with two men you just met today, but it’s only for a month or two. Free housing is free housing. 

Yuuji jumps up, clearly happy by the thought of living with you. “Hooray! Let’s go!” Yuuji grabs your hand again, pulling you harshly behind him. “I’ll help you unpack and everything.” 

You feel a small blush dust your cheeks, definitely a big puppy. It’s really cute. 

—

Yuuji’s house is so nice. 

Your eyes are sparkling at the sight, the living room, the kitchen, your bathroom, and your bedroom. Everything is decorated so nicely and smells like heaven, as if someone has just cleaned the room. 

You turn to Yuuji, hands holding each other, “Oh my gosh, your place is amazing! This is so nice!” You move to the couch, sitting down on it, practically melting into the seats. “This is heaven Yuuji, absolute heaven.” 

Yuuji wobbles over to you, flopping over your thighs and stretching over the couch. He’s a bit sweaty from moving all your boxes to your room, and clearly exhausted, but you don’t at all mind. You still move your hands to his head and run your fingers through his pink tufts. 

“You did such a good job, Yuuji!” You practically beaming in your seat, smiling with a bit too much enthusiasm. ”You installed that lock on my door too, right?” You push his hair out of his face when he twists his head to try and look at you. 

Yuuji nods tiredly, moaning out an exhausted, “Mhm.” 

“Awh! Thank you so much, that means so much to me!” You look to the side, watching as Nobara appears from the hall and passes you a thumbs up. A small confirmation of Yuuji’s words. “If you want, you can go grab the pizza now, I’m pretty sure it’ll be ready by now.” 

Yuuji springs out of your lap, energy regained at the thought of food. “Pizza!” He is quick to grab Nobara, pulling her out the door and singing, “Pizza, pizza, pizza, chow-down!” You think it’s adorable. 

Megumi walks out of the hall, looking at Yuuji, then looking back at you. He’s silent for a moment, before softly asking, “Do you want me to stay?” 

You’re a bit shocked by his question, “Uhm..?” To be completely honest with yourself, it would be nice to have the house to yourself for a moment. That way you can try and get a hold of the layout without the judging eyes of your new friends. You’ve also been dying to take a shower in a room without anyone else showering. So, you shake your head politely, “No thank you, it’s okay. I need a moment to myself.” 

Megumi furrows his eyebrows ever so slightly, tilting his head, “Are you sure?” He looks at the hallway, then back to you, “I can stay, it won’t bother me.” He shrugs, but his voice has a hint of care to it, as if he’s trying to put his words in the most friendly way possible. 

You shake your head again, “It’s okay, I’m just going to shower.” Your eyes light up for a moment, “Wait, actually, I have a question.” You push yourself off the couch, moving to stand at the entrance of the hallway. Megumi moves after you. “Which room is which.”

Megumi points at the closet door on the right, “That’s your restroom.” He points at the door at the end of the hallway to the left, “Across from your restroom is your room.” He looks back at you, nodding to see if you understood the information. 

You flash him a smile and nod back, “Perfect, thanks for showing me.” 

Megumi nods, turning on his heel and waving you off. Nobara at the door frame, waiting for him to catch up. She cups her mouth, “We’ll be back in a few, get unpacked in the meantime.” She blows you a kiss and closes the door behind her. 

You roll your eyes and move to your room, pushing open the door and really observing the place. If you can recall correctly, this room once belonged to Yuuji’s ex-girlfriend, which is a bit obvious. There’s a hint of a feminine touch to the furniture and leftover decorations. The window is one of the biggest indicators to such, the curtains being a bit flowy and soft.

The bed is another big indicator. The mattress has been stripped of anything that seems comforting, but the bed frame holds some form of cute touch. It’s white with silver jewels bedding into the leather, creating a patterned ridge. 

The floor is bare, but you don’t mind, you made sure to tell Nobara to pack your pink fluffy rug. However, it has small specks of nail polish. The drawers match the bed quite well, all being white. The desk–or vanity–is something you don’t understand why it would be left behind. It’s gorgeous. There’s even a mirror strapped to the wall a bit above it, a button in the bottom middle to turn on its LED lights. 

You nod to yourself, not bad. 

Sometimes, life is all about risk, and you clearly struck gold with this leap of faith. A cute room, a nice house, and you don’t have to pay rent yet? Could life get any better? 

You squeal to yourself, moving to your boxes and opening the one with your skin care products, hair cleaning products, face cleaning products, shaving products… Honestly, everything you couldn’t use back in the dorms. You’re about to finally care for your skin, mind, and body. 

You're quick to grab your sleeping garments, but find it a bit hard to hold everything so you grab your towel and throw all your things inside, then grab the corners and pull them up. Making a make-shift sack and throwing it over your shoulder. 

Life can indeed, get better. 

Especially when you can take a shower alone. 

You’re giddy making your way to the bathroom, opening the door and closing it behind you. You’re picking your favorite at home, or headphone only playlist, and blasting it on speaker. Picking out from the many girly shampoo scents and propping them in the shower as you swing your hips to the beat of the music. 

You catch a glimpse of the shampoos already in the shower. They’re a bit… They look exotic to put it simply. A brand you’ve never seen before, in fact, the amount of body care looks a bit larger than your own. You feel a bit embarrassed placing your Bath and Body Works body scrub, but they smell so good. 

Even now, your sore bare body underneath the steaming hot water, you’re no longer embarrassed. Your tense muscles relax underneath the jets of the water. Just enjoying your sweet sweet life living in a real house and not a small dorm. You raise your face to the water, rubbing out your face wash, “Fuck, I needed this.”

You flinch when the sound of louder music plays over your own, your eyes snap to the door. You push your hair out of your face and softly sigh. Looks like your friends are back already, and as much as you want to stay in the warm shower, you’re really hungry.

You turn off the water and reach for your pink towel, wrapping it around your body and placing the rest of your face care products on the counter of the sink. It’s a bit of a shame, music you’re unfamiliar with drowning out your favorite–private–playlist. 

You eye the room again, only to furrow your eyebrows. Wait… You feel a bit of dread enter your body, looking around the room with a bit more conviction. 

Oh no, oh no no no no no…

Where are your clothes?! You could’ve sworn you put them in your makeshift sack with everything else–wait, you internally groan, no you didn’t. You placed everything back on your bed and forgot to put it back in your towel. Whatever, it’s fine you’ll just quickly run to your room and grab some clothes, then join your friends for food. 

You grab your phone and reach for the door, peeling it open and peaking your head out. But, you are a bit disappointed at the lack of pizza filling the air, and laughter. The only thing getting louder is the music.

“Hm.” You blink a few times and stand on the tips of your toes, the cold floor sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine as you step onto cold tiles. Megumi’s words echo in your head, ‘The room across the restroom.’ So, as you walk forward and put your hand on the dorm knob, you feel a bit of panic resonate with you as it doesn't open. 

“Shit, did I lock it?” You cringe at yourself. Oh my god, that’s a horrible way to start off living with Yuuji. Getting locked out of your room, naked. For some reason, that thought makes you shake the door knob with more desperation. 

You tug your hand back when the door knob… jiggles back! Have the door knobs evolved?! 

You flinch when the lights of the room flashes on you, the door slamming open. 

Your eyes widen, your jaw dropping subtly. 

The tall man looks you up and down, his forearm pressing against the frame of the door. His face is one that can only be described as disgust and disdain. In fact, he’s so fucking tall, he is quite literally looking down at you. 

You feel so small. 

And, he’s completely shirtless, yet his arms are decorated in a tattoo that seems to stretch from his arms to his torso, chest, then to his face. The only thing giving him some form of modesty being the gray sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips. You can see his v-line and the veins that lead to his…

You snap your eyes back to his face, feeling your burn up, when your eyebrows furrow. The interesting color of his hair is pulling your attention.

Wait a minute…

You narrow your eyes, taking a step back in shock. Another puddle of water pulling to the ground with each step, the bangs that frame your face sprinkling your shoulders with water droplets. 

No way, no way.

An unsure noise leaves your throat, a mix between a whimper and soft cry. “Uh… Y-Yuuji…?” You tighten your hand around your towel, and that realization hits you like a fucking bus. You’re naked. You’re wearing nothing but a towel in front of Yuuji, and he looks absolutely disgusted by you. 

But…You know it’s not Yuuji, it can’t be. Yuuji is a massive puppy, expressive and vibrant, naturally pulling everyone into his circle. He would never even think to look at someone the way this man is looking at you. He's touchy and a bit oblivious, but that’s part of his charm! The Yuuji in front of you is…?

His hair is a bit different, less saturated and messy. His dark natural roots peeking out from his undercut, and he looks… older. In fact, he even looks older than you. His tattoos stretch from his neck, to his face, sharp and crisp lines. 

His eyebrows are pulled together in a glare, a nasty glare, a small wrinkle forming at the side of his nose in disgust. His head is ever so slightly tilted to the side. 

Your eyebrows twitch together, and you find the situation ironic. In fact, you almost want to laugh. Out of all the nice things God had given you today, he wanted to sprinkle in one more surprise. 

This man looks like a…

The man takes a step forward, the music in his room blasting even louder. He was close, way too close. If he wasn’t scary before, now that you have to crane your neck back to look at him, he’s terrifying. He narrows his red eyes at you, letting out a harsh, “What the fuck do you want.” His voice is raspy and deep, clouding anyone he would talk to. 

You blink at his language and rudeness, shocked by his attitude. You part of your lips, they feel a bit glossy from the water, but…a scoffing laugh leaves your lips. 

He looks like an asshole. He’s an asshole. You cover your mouth with your hand, and turn away. A hot asshole. The hot asshole from earlier today. It really is a small world. However, your humor to the events is short lived. You’re quickly reminded of what situation you're in, naked in front of a hot asshole. 

The furrow in his eyebrows deepens. 

“You look like Yuuji.” It’s a silent whisper, one that receives no reaction to the stranger in front of you. He doesn’t even take a step away from you, he’s still too close for your comfort. 

Oh my god. There are two Yuuji’s. Then, light a light bulb, another realization hits you. Oh my god, I’m going to be living with two Yuuji’s. But, you quickly pulled out of your thoughts by another sound.

“Who’s there?” A voice perks from the music, it sounds feminine, and a bit too scratchy for your liking. In a way, it sounds hoarse, or strained. “Is it your brother, I’ve always wanted to meet your brother!” She squeals excitedly, “Let me see him, please!”

Brother? You mimic your thoughts with words, “B-Brother?” You dumbly ask, desperately trying to connect the dots in your head. Wait, you thought Megumi was the one who lived with Yuuji, that’s why the two of them made eye contact back at your old dorm. 

Did you completely misread the situation? You cup your mouth in shock. Megumi isn’t Yuuji’s roommate, his older brother is. The hot older brother who happens to be the asshole from earlier, and now. 

Oh my god. I’m so stupid. 

A blonde woman comes barreling from within the room to the door frame, she’s wearing nothing but a black shirt too big for her. The moment she lays her eyes on your bare frame, her smile twists into something deeply uncomfortable. 

You swear, you can hear the water droplets from your hair hitting the ground from how quiet the three of you are. This is such an unforgettable situation. You pull your hand away from your mouth, passing the women a small smile and a wave. 

She doesn’t wave back. She looks at the man, but he’s not looking at her, his eyes are trained on you. Caught by the way your chest is glistening from the light of his room and the water from the shower, your neck bare and fresh. How your shoulder rises and falls with each soft breath you take, your hair sticking to your face and shoulders. He can smell the sweet scent of your body wash from here. It smells nice.

You smell nice.

Your eyes are something else, though. They’re practically sparkling from the little light emulated from his room, catching every reflection and giving them life. They’re wide and full of shock, you’re most likely trying to process who he is. That idiot Yuuji most likely didn’t even tell you he had a brother. 

You thickly swallow, your throat bobbing ever so slightly. 

He smirks to himself. You’re not too bad looking. 

“Who is she?” The blonde asks with a bit of force, trying to pull his attention away from you. However, despite her question, and her hands moving to grab his arm, he still isn’t looking at her, he’s quiet, way too quiet for your liking. 

He finally shrugs, discreetly pulling his arm away from her hold. “Don’t know. Who cares.” He finally pulls away from your frame, looking at the woman, “Probably one of my brother’s annoyin’ ass friends.” 

She tilts her head to the side, “Oh.” She lets out a small laugh, but it seems more mocking than anything. “Thank god, I thought it was one of your crazy exes trying to get back with you.” She glares at you, “Such a pathetic attempt to use, too.” 

He takes one final look at you, “Yeah.” He looks at the girl, pushing her to the side as he walks back into his room. “Just like you.” He scoffs to himself, turning over his shoulder and whispering at her, “Crazy bitch.” 

She pouts, turning on her heel so her blonde said flips behind her, “Awh! Don’t say that Suki! You know you love me.” She passes you a final satiated glance, “Here, let me make it up to you. Tell me about your tattoos or something!” 

Sukuna’s quick to respond with a pinched expression, “Shut the fuck up. Stop acting like you're my girlfriend.” Then, she slams the door on your face, and you flinch from the intrusion. 

You cringe a bit, not at all liking how addressed a girl as a ‘bitch.’ If something could make you turn your head in disgust in less then a second, it’s called a girl a bitch. Except when you do it.

You glare at the door, “Bitch.” You think back to the man she addressed as Suki and add, “Asshole.” You look at the door to the right, and make your way there, twisting it and sighing in relief when it opens. 

You laugh at yourself, “Thank god..” The first thing you do isn’t change, but open one of your boxes and grab your stationary. Placing them on the vanity. You're quick to grab a quickly sticky note, scribble your name on it, and slam it on the outside of your door. 

No more accidents, and no more random hot, older brother, asshole man. 

—-

Nobara is peacefully sleeping on the couch, bundling herself in more blankets than one person needs. Her chest slowly rises and falls in a rhythmic order, you can even hear her softly snoring. The day had been draining, not only for you, but also for her, so you weren’t going to pester her to stay up and watch the crappy horror movie Yuuji picked out.

Megumi is sitting across from her on his phone. His long lashes flutter with each gentle blink he takes. He, unlike everyone in the room, seems a bit more tense. Narrowing his eyes when something unfavorable happens on screen–like a jumpscare–then quickly follows it by doing whatever on his phone. 

You have a sneaking suspicion that he’s actually really scared of the movie playing, but that’s just a hunch. 

You’re sitting next to Yuuji on the floor, actually–no, Yuuji is laying on you. While you run your hands through his pink tufts, your body is watching the movie playing, but your mind is somewhere else. Not somewhere else, on someone else. 

Yuuji opens his mouth, softly humming, “Ah.” 

You reach over his head, grabbing his pizza slice and lowering it to his mouth, allowing him to take a bite. He does, and you return it to the plate on the coffee table. Grabbing your drink and taking a sip. 

“You have a brother?” 

Your question is so quiet, it doesn’t even disturb the peace. The movie is still playing, Nobara is still sleeping, Megumi is still on his phone, and Yuuji is still laying on your lap. He looks away from the screen, his eyes boring into the bottom of your cup. 

“Yeah.” Yuuji gives you a halfhearted smile, he’s clearly uncomfortable by the topic. “He’s my older brother, I think he’s graduating next year.” He looks at the TV, then back at you, you notice how he’s holding his breath. “Did he…? Did he say something to you?” The question seems unsure. 

You shake your head, “I saw him leave his room when I finished showering.” You pass him a comforting laugh, hand running through his hair. “I thought he was you for a second, until I looked a bit closer.” You wish that was the end of it. 

Yuuji lets out a breath, nodding his head. “Good. He can be…” He sighs, looking back at the TV, “You know what, forget about it. He just sucks, so stay out of his way.” He pulls himself up, “Just stay with me, and you’ll be fine.” 

You think for a moment, wondering if you should ask Yuuji the question bubbling in your head, but ultimately decide to force it out. “Do you… not like your brother?” You ask him, sneaking a blanket from Nobara and wrapping it around your shoulders. Your hair is still a bit damp, wetting the blanket. 

Yuuji rolls his eyes, but it’s playful. “Does anyone like their siblings?” He leans on the couch, propping his arm up and using his hand to hold his head. “We’re just like everyone else, just a bit more… bleh.” Yuuji sticks out his tongue, and you softly laugh. 

“Gross.” You mutter, wrinkling your nose. “But, I get that. I think you’re the nicer one.” You look to the side, thinking for a moment, “Actually, wait, I think you look the nicest.” 

Yuuji laughs, “Thanks.” 

You look at Megumi, “I thought he was your roommate.” You press your lips together, “I thought I was going to be living with you two. I didn’t think it was going to be you… you know.” 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry?” Yuuji slaps his hand over his mouth, “I totally forgot too—shit, I thought you knew…” He thinks for a moment, remembering how the two of you quite literally met today. “I—I don't know… how though. Shit, that’s so shitty of me.” 

You shake your head, “No, no. It’s okay, I should’ve asked more questions, as a roommate and as a girl. This was kinda’ my own doing for assuming things.” You laugh to yourself, “I also got swept up in the whole free housing thing.”

Yuuji laughs with you, “I would, too. That's why I agreed to move in with my brother, actually.” He rolls his eyes, “A free place to stay, is a free place to stay. Even if I have to deal with an asshole.” 

“I got that vibe from him.” You reach over to his shirt, fixing his collar to fix his neck more comfortably. “But I can’t say that to his brother.” 

Yuuji silently thanks you, before shaking his head. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I could care less what you say about him. To be honest, I don’t even talk to him anymore.” He shrugs, “My room is too far away from his to really hear if he’s doing anything, too.” He laughs, “He could secretly be a murder, and I wouldn’t know.” 

You giggle, your hands moving to rest on his shoulder. You take this time to lean forward and softly kiss his head, “Thank you for letting me crash with you for a while, I really didn’t want to stay at a shady hotel.” You smile at him when pulling back, “Totally saved my ass.” 

Yuuji shakes his head, waving you off. “Stop. Don't even start. I’d do anything for my new best friend.” He loudly yawns, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. “But, I’m getting tired, I think I’m going to crash.” He pushes himself off the floor, searching for the remote and turning off the TV. 

Nobara is quick to get up, one of her eyes still shut as she awkwardly says, “H-Huh, what?...” She frantically looks around, “I’ve been up.” She is quick to crash down into the pillow again, gaining a small laugh from everyone in the room. 

Megumi shakes his head, pushing himself off the couch. “I’ll take her home.” He glances at you, “Go to bed, I know you still have to set your bed up.” 

Sure, you’ve spoken to Yuuji the most this entire day, and spoken to Megumi the least, but he is genuinely your favorite out of the bunch. You pass him a quick smile, but it’s strained and full of exhaustion. “Thanks.”

Megumi just nods over his shoulder, searching for Nobara’s keys. Then, pauses, looking back at you, “Also, just a word for advice, Itadori’s brother…” He starts, “His ex would always complain about him… being really anxious at night, so just wear some headphones or… go to sleep early.”

You giggle, “I’m sure I can handle a bit of music at night.” You point at Nobara, “She used to play the weirdest shit late at night.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t think…” Megumi stops himself, “I’m sure you’re going to be fine.” But, his tone, the unsure expression he’s passing you, you can’t help but think… 

Obnoxious how?

—-

Honestly, the day could’ve been better. Way better, but it could’ve been worse, way worse. Still, you appreciate how the day has ended. Your sheets laid out and covering the mattress, your blankets and stuffies decorating your bed to make you more comfortable in your new surroundings. 

You’ve taken some time to put mostly everything in its respective place. Like the fluffy carpet, and small coffee table in the middle of the room, since you prefer to do your homework sitting on the ground. And the pictures and posters you have of friends, family, shows, and celebrities. 

The room was starting to slowly look more like home. 

You blink a few times, pressing your glasses to the bridge of your nose—something you don’t wear outside the comfort of your room—and focus on the small text in the booklet Gojo had given you. 

You can confidently say you understand what the project is asking of you, but there’s so much to do, and so little time to do it, you don’t even know where to start. You feel overwhelmed. Not only that, but finals are creeping up way too fast for your liking. 

“This is a problem for tomorrow, or… today? Whatever. It’s too late.” You whisper to yourself, shutting the booklet and leaning back on the palms of your hands. Looking at the ceiling with a blank expression. You’re tired–exhausted, it’s past twelve and starting to hit the single digits of the AM. 

You still have to catch up on all your other missing assignments due to your sudden leave. You close your eyes, pushing yourself off the ground and stretching. There only seems to be one solution to your problems. 

You reach for your computer, propping it onto your table and pulling up the show BoJack Horseman, clicking onto the first episode while scrambling around for your backpack. 

Time to pull an all-nighter.

You can still hear the music from Yuuji’s brother's room, it’s a bit quieter, but you still add a bit of volume to your computer, trying to drown out the noise. And, it’s nice for the first hour, maybe even the first hour and a half, your writing progressively getting more fit with each assignment you finish. Your eyes are feeling heavier, and BoJack’s life choices are getting dumber. 

You feel like you can fall asleep sitting up, but you jump at a small bump. Your ears perk up to the sound of… something you can’t quite put your finger on. Actually, the best way you can describe it, is if it were late at night and you stubbed your toe, yet you were desperately trying to stay quiet.

Hm. In your mind, that seems pretty spot on, yet… you’ve heard this particular nose before. It sounds familiar, really familiar. Maybe from a late-night movie, or a sound from a—

“Ah! O-Oh my god, p-please—please.” A pleasurable cry. 

It’s silent again, the sound of BoJack Horseman death to your ears. 

A shiver shoots up your spine, forcing your body to shoot itself up. Your eyes widening while your face begins to burn with embarrassment. A small whimper leaves your throat, another shiver shooting down your body, it feels electrifying. It feels dirty. 

There’s no fucking way. This can’t be happening, this isn’t real. Today isn’t real. You feel your face flush, ever so slightly turning your head over your shoulder to look at the wall behind you. “It’s probably just a movie..” You tell yourself. “They’re watching a weird movie.”

A gruff voice barks back, “Move your fuckin’ hand and take it.” She cries again, but it’s a bit more muffled compared to her last cry. “Or I’ll move it.” He sounds a bit pained, almost gritted when said, before a small mocking–yet, approving–laugh follows. “Yeah, you can take this dick, can’t you?”

This time, something deep within your blooms in your stomach. A fluttery, almost tingly sensation building deep in you. You feel your finger twitch, blinking at the wall, your freshly decorated bed catching your attention. 

Of course your bed is pressed right against his wall, and of course the walls are paper thin. 

Your ears perk again at the sound of a forced squeal, a scream of, “K-Kuna’.. W-wait, it feels..” But, her sentence is cut off by another moan, this time more deep and tired. What follows, makes your hips twitch. 

“Fucking amazin’? I know.” He groans under his breath, a cocky laugh leaving his mouth, “C’mon, use that dumb cunt of yours to fuck yourself on my cock.” A small bump lands on your wall, much like the sound of a head falling back on it. “Yeah, fuck. Just like that.” 

His words are filthy, and drive you a bit crazy. Your mind is clouding with ideas of… him. Kuna, Suki, that’s what she said, those are the two things she called him. Is that his name, Yuuji’s older brother? Are those her nicknames for him? 

Kuna? 

Suki?  

You hate that, you want to scold yourself over fantasizing over a stranger. You’re not fantasizing, you’re just trying to piece together what could be happening on the other side of the wall. How he looks when flushed, half-lidded and body surging with pleasure as he fucks. The noises he’s producing when spending special attention on his sensitive tip. How filthy words leave his mouth with a cocky smile, no care in the world as he tries to embarrass you–

You gasp. No, you didn’t just think that. You didn’t think about Yuuji’s older brother, a stranger, a asshole, fucking you. That’s impossible, you’re not a fiend, you’re not a pervert, and you're not thinking about how hot he looked standing over you. Looking down at you with a scowl as you suck his cock. 

Your throat bobs, your mouth salivating. The image of his veins, his happy trail, his v-line, leading down to the print in his sweatpants. You bite onto your bottom lip, lightly slightly sucking onto the skin until it’s a bit swollen. 

You mush your thighs together, turning back to the table. Closing your eyes and trying not to think about… no, you’re just trying not to think altogether. Trying to ignore how your body is burning, your panties sticking to your throbbing pussy.

“Get off–” The sentence seems a bit more quiet than before, the whole sentence not translating well to your ears. You’re thankful for that, is what your head is screaming, but your body is desperately itching to hear every dirty word he says. 

“Hands… knees.” His voice sounds strained, but still collected. 

You flinch when something bangs against the wall. It’s thankfully not hitting your wall, but it sounds incredibly close. Wait, is that?... Is he…? Is that the headboard hitting the wall? The bed lurching forward with each of his harsh thrust. 

This time, it’s far too clear for your mind to ignore her quiet sobbing, yet she mumbles small encouragement for Yuuji’s older brother to, “H-hit that.. s-spot.” Babbling profanities you weren’t previously aware of, to scream obnoxiously in your face about how good she feels. 

Then, the banging stops. A more human bump hitting the wall, followed by, “That shit’s getting on my nerves.” 

“Use a pillow, you don’t need to hold it–ah!” 

This time, you don’t hear the headboard of his bed hitting the wall. You only hear the creaking of the mattress hissing uncomfortably under the weight of two people. You wonder what he did exactly to prevent the noise. 

Press his hands above his head board onto the wall, then continue to fuck her senseless. Or, does he only have one hand pressed against the wall, only grabbing onto the top of the headboard and using it to add more strength behind each stroke. Sending the annoying girl deeper into her spiral of pleasure. 

You feel your eyes water ever so slightly… and–you may be perverse, or a dirty girl. But, you don’t care, you really don’t fucking care. Especially not when your pussy is desperate for some harsh attention, a big mean man to fuck you senseless. To spread you open and toy with your sensitive and drooling cunt. 

You… you wish that girl is you. You wish you are her. Crying over a cock that makes you feel so good, you don’t care if anyone is listening. You wouldn’t care if he was forcing you to take it to quick or hard, his hands grabbing your hips and forcing you to fuck his cock with your overstimulated pussy. 

No, stop, I have shit to do. You don’t have the time to be stupid over boys. “Where are my headphones?” You need to do work, you need to have conviction and discipline. The moment you wake up tomorrow, remembering all the things you thought about the previous night, you’re going to jump off a cliff. 

You just need some clarity, some sleep. That’s all it is, you’re exhausted, and the idea of… No, don’t even start. You softly sing the opening tune of BoJack Horseman to yourself. It may be stupid, but it keeps you concentrated on the task at hand.

You need to do homework, you are too far behind to get distracted. Even now, while desperately looking for your headphone–it’s in one of these boxes, it has to be–you’re ignoring the noises from the other room. Did you lose them? Did you really lose them the one time you actually need them? 

Fine. 

You’ll wake up early tomorrow, find your headphones, and finish your assignments. You scramble for your lights, flicking them off and diving into your bed. Your computer is still open, Netflix asking the annoying, ‘Are you still there?’ But, you’re not paying attention. 

Your eyes are shut, a pillow wrapped around your head while you’re slowly growing more annoyed. It’s so obnoxious, vulgar, rude… You don’t even know how to describe the situation Yuuji’s older brother is putting you in. 

It’s dick move. 

Wouldn’t it be common courtesy to try and be quiet. It’s such an awkward situation for you, such a weird situation to be in. It’s infuriating. A part of you wants to loudly knock on the wall and scream at them, but the other part of you wants to give Yuuji’s older brother the benefit of the doubt. 

He’s probably just unaware. 

You’ll tell ‘Kuna–hopefully his name is ‘Kuna, you really don’t know–tomorrow when you run into him. Or, tell him to be a bit more reserved, or ashamed, of what he’s doing, and how hard it is to focus on work when people are obnoxiously fucking in the room right next to you. 

Besides, you genuinely can’t stand the idea of dealing with that every single night while trying to do your work. It sounds like a pain, a hassle that will never let you sleep or study undisturbed. That’s too weird, that’s too annoying. 

But, you know the real reason. 

It’s why you’re desperately rubbing your thighs together. While trying to force yourself to sleep. 

Next Chapter: Ch. 2 - Sexual Tension.

[alotofpockets]

On my way | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader Summary: Leighton takes care of you when you get sick. [Full request] Warnings: Food poisoning and mention of throwing up. Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.2K

You were fighting your way through your bio-chem class, not because the topic was hard to understand but because your stomach felt awful. This was a very important class, so you wanted to stay until the end to gather all the necessary information for the upcoming exam. 

A few rows higher Bela and Whitney were studying your restlessness closely. They couldn't see your face, but they had a feeling something was wrong. When you stood up and ran out of the lecture, their suspicion was confirmed. The teacher looked after you in surprise. "I'll go check on her." Whitney said as she ran after you. 

In the meantime Bela texts Leighton, and continues her notes. Knowing how important today’s lecture is.

Bela: Hey, just a heads up, I think y/n is sick. Whit is with her.

Within seconds Bela got a text back.

Leighton: On my way.

Luckily you made it to the restrooms in time, because seconds later you threw up the contents of your stomach. You felt weak as you walked out of the stall and up to the sink. You saw how pale your face was when you looked in the mirror. You take a few sips of water, hoping to get the awful taste out of your mouth. You heard someone walk up to the restroom and tensed, hoping no one had heard you throw up, that would have been embarrassing. When you knew it was Whitney the tension left, not that your girlfriend's roommate and friend hearing what happened would be any less embarrassing, but at least you know that she wouldn't judge you. "Hey, are you okay?" Whitney asks while she hands you some paper towels. You shake your head, not yet feeling like you're able to tall without another wave of nausea overtaking you. You take a few sips of water, hoping to get the awful taste out of your mouth. 

Not even a minute later your girlfriend walks into the restroom and is by your side immediately, soothingly rubbing a hand over your back. "Let's get you to a bed shall we?" You nod in agreement, Leighton puts an arm around your waist for support. She guides you to the right, which instantly worries you. "No no, my stuff." Whitney places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry, Bela and I will get it and share our notes of course. You just take care of yourself okay." You shoot her a thankful smile but it quickly crumbles as another wave of pain hits your stomach. 

Leighton takes you to her dorm room and walks you to her bed. As you sit down, Leighton ruffles through her closed to grab you something comfortable to wear. She lays what she's picked out next to you on the bed and kneels down to take off your shoes. After that she helps you get out of your clothes and into hers. "Okay, all set. Come on, lay down sweetheart." She lifts up the covers for you, and makes sure before she gets up. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to get you some medicine and a glass of water." As promised she was by your side again quickly, you took the medicine and laid right back down. Leighton sat down next to you in her bed leaning her back against the headboard, you lay your head down on her lap, and Leighton is quick to play with your hair. Something she knew would help you relax. 

She was right, soon after she started moving her fingers through your hair and gently scratching your scalp, your eyes started to flutter shut. You tried fighting it but as soon as Leighton saw it she said, "It's okay, baby, close your eyes. I'm not going anywhere." 

Two hours later you wake up to the sound of the dorm door opening, you try lifting your head off Leighton's lap but you don't have enough strength to do so. "It's okay, it's just the girls getting home." A soft knock on Leighton's bedroom door follows. "Yeah, come in." Leighton says and the door slowly opens to reveal Bela. Once she sees that your eyes are open she walks into the room. "Hey, I brought your stuff. Whit and I emailed you our notes, and Professor Harpin said he would send you some extra information too after we told him what happened. So, you should be all set for the exam. I know you’re probably not thinking about it right now, but if you want you can study with Whit and I, we can all help each other.” - “Thanks Bela, I appreciate it.” Bela nods and walks over to her side of the room. “Alright, I’m just grabbing some stuff before I head over to my Foxy meeting. It’s gonna be an all night session, we’re party hopping to get some inspiration, so please feel free to stay the night. Leighton mouths a ‘thank you’ to Bela before she heads out. The interaction with Bela drained your energy so much that you closed your eyes again. 

The next knock on the door doesn’t wake you, Leighton softly tells the person to come in. This time Whitney puts her head around the door, when she sees that you’re asleep she whispers to Leighton, “I’m about to head out, do you need anything before I leave?” Leighton asks for her bag so she can work on her homework and lets Whitney know that besides that they’re fine. “Alright, I’ll see you later. Oh, and I texted Kimberly, she’ll bring y/n some soup on her way back from Sips.” - “Thanks guys, you’re the best.” And with that Whitney leaves as well. Leighton opens up her Math 360 book and starts working on her homework while you’re asleep. 

About an hour later you stir awake again. “Baby?” You say with a groggy voice. “Yeah, I’m right here.” Leighton says as she puts down her books and places her hand on your side. “What’s wrong?” You sit up slightly, now leaning into her side. “I’m never having those burritos from the cafeteria again.” She chuckles at your comment, “Okay, baby, I’ll make sure to get you something else to eat on burrito days.” She kisses your forehead and you melt into her. “Wanna watch a movie to get your mind off things?” - “Yes, please.”

Soon after you hear the dormroom open and footsteps heading your way. Another knock sounds on the door, this time it’s Kimeberly. “Hey guys, I hope you’re feeling a bit better, y/n. I brought you some soup, and Leighton, I figured you stayed by y/n’s side, so I brought you something to eat as well.” You take a few sips of the vegetable broth and thank Kimberly. “Yeah, thank you Kimberly, that was really sweet of you.” Kimberly smiles widely, “Of course!” And with that she heads to her own room. 

You finish watching the movie in Leighton’s arms. She made sure you got everything you needed and took care of you the whole night. You knew Leighton cared about you, but the way she took care of you tonight made you feel really loved. Domestic Leighton was definitely something you wanted to see more of in the future, hopefully without the food poisoning next time though.  

[ruthlesscore]

hello !

i’ve been enjoying your writing for sf6 lately, and i was wondering if you’d be able to write anything for ed?

i don’t have any specific scenario, but can it be with an x reader insert? haha i’m just craving any sort of ed content tbh

thanks !

Ed x Hacker!Reader - Meeting Ed

- This is my first request for SF6! I was already planning on making a Ed related post so this is like killing two birds with one stone! I hope you enjoy! <3 -

You weren't a Street Fighter. You had more brains than those ruffians that go around beating up anything that moves. As an intellectual, you're enrolled in college to peruse your dream in technology. You had friends here and there, like Li-Fen, who lived in Chinatown, and some people who worked in SiRN.

You were from a working class household, only 23, constantly having to pay off your tuition. You didn't have money to afford food sometimes. You started picking up part-time jobs, some were odd, others were impractical. They never lasted long. You frequently got fired for being late or sleeping on the job. Your excuse?

"School's got me brunt out. I'm sorry, it won't happen again!"

and it didn't happen again because now youre jobless. Sitting at home, rotting away in front of your computer, you decided you needed a new job and fast. Something more practical that didn't require you to leave the comfort of your dorm.

You serached for a week or so before coming across this group called Neo Shadoloo. You've heard about Shadoloo from your many conversations with Li-Fen. The experiments they conducted on innocent children disgust you. You were glad they were gone. But if Shadoloo was gone, who the was Neo Shadoloo?

Adding the phone number to your contacts, you messaged the individual names Ed.

I saw the flyer for Neo Shadaloo. You guys hiring?

You got a response almost immediately.

Hell yeah we are. You gotta have some sort of experience in tech. You a hacker? You legit?

Yeah. What do you need done?

Just getting information from certain databases. Anything about Shadaloo, M. Bison, the experiments, or where the remnants might be. I'll send the pay to you later.

And that's the day you started cyber attacks for this strange organization. At first, you felt guilty about this. Then you were uncertain about the job because what you were doing was illegal. But then you looked at the pay and god DAMN. Who cares about morals when this shady organization is sending you 700 zenny per task.

After your first couple of jobs, Ed started to message you about things outside of work, like the history of Shadaloo, sightseeing in Metro, your studies at university, and personal philosophies. Sometimes, when you're up at night, you'd receive a text from him. You don't know if it was because he was under the influence, or that men usually act this way past 10, but he would send messages that were so strange. You couldn't tell if he was flirting or he was telling a bad joke.

You single? Of course you are. Nobody born in the shitty ass city will treat you right.

Ed, what the hell are you talking about?

You like Bratwurst? Ever had one? I could give you one.

Please go to sleep, Ed.

Only if you're sleeping with me.

Promise you'll make me breakfast in the morning?

Yeah, you're delirious. Gtb, ____.

You didn't know him personally, so the meaning is still up for grabs. The morning after these messages, Ed wouldn't even bring it up, if anything, he was avoiding it. Maybe he was under the influence.

After working for Neo Shadaloo for about 3 months, constantly messaging Ed and feeding into his nightly banter, you received a message from Ed.

Hey. I need you to come pick something up from me. It's a hard drive we need decoded. I'll be at the station at Beat Square tonight. Pull through.

You didn't even answer the message. You put your shoes on and headed out the door that night. Of course you were carrying your handy-dandy knife, as you were no fan of fighting. Hopefully no one tries to mug you or something. Heading down into the station and getting onto the train, you ran into a problem. What the hell does Ed even look like? You've never seen a photo of him and he's never seen you. How are you going to meet with someone you don't even know? Then there was a second problem, one running right towards you, a man and Shadaloo fighters.

The man held onto the overhead railing as the train shook. You lost your footing and fell onto the window. Groaning in a tinge of pain, you sit down. The man paid no attention to you. He looked at the Shadaloo fighters.

"Bring it on."

The Shadaloo fighters tried striking him. He dodged with boxer like reflexes. You silently watched the fight go down, completely dumbfounded by how brutal street fights were. God, it was disgusting. You get it, Shadaloo was a bad organization enabling bad behavior, but doing something as petty as strert fighting? Surely, there was a more mature, more intelligent way of handling affairs, right? With god like reflexes, the boxer hit all 3 of the Shadaloo fighters, knocking them to the ground. He managed to maintain his footing, even though the train was moving so unsteadily.

All of a sudden a big fighter came out, pushing the smaller ones out of the way. You pull your knees up to your chest, hoping you'd appear so small that neither the blond boxer or the Shadaloo fighter wouldn't see you. The big one tries to grab the boxer when the train car shook. The boxer's fist was suddenly engulfed in purple flames. Punching the Shadaloo fighter to the other side of the car and using some sort of supernatural ability to pull the fighter back to him, he punched the fighter's face into the ground. There's no denying it. That was Ed and he was using Psycho Power. He didn't even look your way. Once the train stopped, he quickly got off.

Once you got off the train, you quickly looked around for him. You see him and hurriedly walked over to him. With your hood up and mask on, you stopped a few feet away from Ed and showed him your messages with him. He glanced at the message before taking the hard drive out.

"So you're ____, huh. Finally got to put a name to a face."

He looks you up and down.

"Still down for that Bratwurst?"

[shiyorin]

Mournival but they are your college roommate

No one asked it but I need to share that :v

Ezekyle Abaddon

Comes to school with a huge duffel bag and toolbox. When you ask what's in it, he just smiles and says "tools." You don't ask anymore.

Always blasting really aggressive rap/metal music super loud. His top jam is "Back in Black" by AC/DC on repeat.

Leaves his dirty laundry everywhere but his bed is always perfectly made with tight hospital corners.

You're pretty sure you saw him behind the wheel of a rusty black van late at night, but the school won't investigate strange disappearances.

Loves party games but is way too competitive. No one wants to play Mario Kart with him anymore after "the incident".

Constantly gets in fights at parties but never seems to get in trouble. Cops take one look at him and just shake their heads like "not dealing with this tonight".

Always standing shirtless in the room doing calisthenics. Claims he's cultivating mass but you think he's just trying to intimidate the RA.

Somehow accumulated the world's biggest knife collection despite the no weapons policy. Admin turns a blind eye for fear of their safety.

Tries to get you to join his intramural flag football team, the "Black Crusaders". They go way too hard and half the other teams have dropped out.

Somehow has a 4.0 GPA while seeming preoccupied with "more important things." Howwww.

Tarik Torgaddon

Brings way too much beer to your first Friday night dorm party. Claims "Bro always shares his drinks!"

Leaves practical jokes everywhere - who put googly eyes on the toothbrushes?!

Always trying to get you to join the campus meme lodge with him. "Come on, it'll be fun! We just post poorly photoshopped history professors, I swear."

Never cleans the mini-fridge. Wonders why mystery science experiments started growing in there.

Burns popcorn at 3am trying to make "late night snacks." Fires the fire alarm and you both get written up.

Steals your lounging spot in the common room to "hold court" and tell loud stories to anyone who will listen.

Hogs the bathroom for hours getting ready to "go out in style" on the weekends. Comes back drenched and you don't wanna know from what.

Leaves you in charge of the dorm when he goes home for breaks. Comes back to three keggers you "somehow forgot" to tell him about.

Somehow always tests positive for COVID right before big exams. You're 95% sure he's faking to get out of studying.

He's a really fun dude and always has your back. Gonna miss this guy after graduation!

Garviel Loken

He wakes up at 6am every morning to do pushups and calisthenics in your room.

Never seen him drink or party. That one time you tried to get him to come to a frat party he responded with "Nah bro I gotta hit the hay early, lifting at 6 am."

Tries to get you to join the campus military re-enactment club. Insists you could benefit from "some discipline and camaraderie".

Cooking? You thought you were the one making ramen but he shows up with a whole homecooked meal like beef wellington from scratch. "My friend Tarik taught me."

That one time the fire alarm went off at 3am? He carried you and your mini fridge down the stairs in one go."

Always does his dishes immediately after using them. Not one speck of food left. The clean freak we all need but don't deserve.

Super into his classes, always studying. You often find him making color-coded notecards at 3am under his desk lamp.

Somehow still finds time to join every club and sport. Is president of the book club, captain of the ultimate frisbee team, volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends.

Has a strict 9pm lights out bedtime. You've tried stay up late to play game but he just throws a pillow at you look and says "some of us have 6ams."

Somehow always has cute girls knocking on your door asking "is Garrie there?". The chad energy is real.

Horus Aximand

The second you meet him you're like "Woah this dude looks EXACTLY like the frat bro president."

Helps you move in but 'accidentally' gets protective plating mixed in with your clothes and snacks. Whoops!

Forms LARP club which is really just him and 3 (actually 4) other guys who are all as intense as he is.

Constantly blasting Sabaton songs from his speaker. Claims it's for "battle prepping" but we all know he just loves some power metal.

Bonding over late night games of Smash Bros while deep in the existential crisis of your freshman year.

Always wears matching sweatsuits with "Little Horus" embroidered on the chest. Claims it's his sport team uniform but you've never seen him play any sports.

Making you try all the experimental protein shakes he conjures up in the mini fridge. You're scared but don't want to hurt his feelings. So many regrets.

Finding mysterious used bandages around the room. He swears they're from "glorious battles" but they're really just from the intramural dodgeball games.

That one time the fire alarm went off and he tried to purge it with a flamer.

Always "forgetting" he can lift a textbook one-handed and showing off to the swole bros.

[hopeyblogs]

Mind feeding into my guilty pleasures with More tyler babe content 🙏 I LOVE HIM UR HONOUR

I would be honoured to feed your guilty pleasures bby! <33 I'm your girl! ⇢Masterlist

Such a doting boyfriend, caring, you're his baby.

he's so cheery, he radiates sunlight. His soft smiles is infectious.

hugs, hugs, hugs. Bearhugs, long hugs. His hands needs to be on your body. A hug a day keeps you smiling all day <3

"hi sweets, miss you so much" grabby hands pulling you into his embrace and kissing you deeply.

"hi ty. miss you too" mumbling through kisses.

"mhm. you're so pretty" not letting go of your lips.

He's a patient and calm guy

He begs for your attention by staring at you until you realises.

He'll smother you in kisses once he gets you

"Ty stop staring, you're gonna have dry eyes" no answer just keep staring.

Puffing out a small sigh. "Fine, what do you need baby?"

"you." he shrugs. You did ask.

overprotective. Your happiness and safety comes first

Hates seeing you other than happy with him

Say the word he'll settle each of your problems. Always with you if possible.

You were sitting on one of the park benches waiting for him to buy something. A guy approaches and hits on you.

"What's a girl doing here all alone huh?"

"I'm with my boyfriend. Thank you for asking"

"a sassy one, I bet you i could control that attitude huh? You'll like that huh?" creepily snakes his hands on your thighs.

Slapping his hand away and standing up away from him.

"Get the fuck away from my girl" Tyler grabs the guy collar shoving the creep away from you.

He immediately pulls you away to somewhere of private, concern flooding him.

"You ok sweets? Did he do anything?" he holds you softly trying to find anything wrong.

"I'm ok ty, he just touched my thighs"

He wasn't one to mess with. He's pissed and it wasn't a good look

Out into the night he makes the move to find the guy who harrased you

The next day, news comes that the guy who harrased you suddenly died?

"Ty baby, look. The guy yesterday, he was found dead in his house. What a weird coincidence"

"mhm yeah. Atleast we know he's not gonna bother other people anymore right?" he queries while kissing your forehead.

He's so devoted to you. You're his and he's yours <3

His socials is just filled with you. Proudly showing off his girl to his friends.

Does not hesitate to defend you when his friends makes fun of you for being a freak.

"Dude really? A freak from Nevermore? Thought you hated them" One of the guys laughs.

"Yeah i know right. You stooped so low for a girl like that??"

"Call my girl a freak again, I'll have you looking like a freak" he was pissed.

After that incident, he cuts all contacts with all his friends.

he knows all your likes and dislikes.

he'll do anything to keep you happy, his attention is always on you

Late night calls, dates or even delivering some food for you

Ringing floating through your dorm, picking the phone up. It was Tyler.

"Hi sweets, how's your studies?" he asks. Such a dad fr

"It's good. Taking a break right now, eating some chips" you replied

"Do you want some food? I can send some" he offers

"Nonono need ty, I'm not really hungry just tired yk" declining his offer.

"Alright then, I'll leave you to rest a bit ok? Love you"

"Love you too babe"

Few minutes later he's texting you to meet him at the greenhouse that's connected to the forest. You obeyed anyways.

"Tyler why did you ask me to meet you here? It's dangerous!" you asked.

"Here, i got some leftovers dinner. I made em" He puts a container into your hands.

"I told you I'm not hungry! Tyler don't trouble yourself please"

"so? i want to. Love you anyways" he shrugs off.

You heaved a small sigh just asked him to go back home before anything bad happens. He's your loverboy <3

[reginaaxxwrites]

The Moon Is A Curse (Remus Lupin)

I don't know what inspired me to write this one-shot. I was just sad one day and decided to sort my feelings out by writing this story. And while I was looking at the moon, I thought of Remus.

I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot as much as I enjoyed writing it.

*****

Warning: none just fluff and angst.

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

*****

Astronomy class is my favorite subject. Studying the moon and the stars. How the stars guide every traveler to their destination. And the moon. Oh, the moon. I love how it shines brightly. Many things are fascinating about taking this class. It's also peaceful because it is taken at night.

"It's a full moon tonight." Lily Evans mentioned as while we were eating dinner at the Great Hall.

"Indeed, it is. The more reasons I look forward to taking Astronomy class." I commented in excitement before taking a bite of my cornbread.

"You're such a Ravenclaw." My friend smiled at me. 

"Oh shut it. You would've fitted in Ravenclaw." 

"True. But Gryffindor does fit me." She giggled.

"Why's that?"

"I'm good at judgment, Y/N. For example, I thought you were a bitch." I raised my eyebrow at him. A grin plastered on her face like she was about to laugh at my face.

"And???" 

"I stand corrected." I threw a grape at her while she laughed. "Hey! I still proved a point!"

"Shove off, Lily." I rolled my eyes at her. "Now I understand why Potter fancies you." It was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh don't even start."

Soon after the four boys entered the Great Hall and sat at our table. James Potter with his messy hair, Peter Pettigrew, who immediately grabs food to eat, Sirius Black who looks at me with his stupid grin cast on his face, and Remus Lupin who looks like he's going to throw up.

"Hello, darling." Sirius greeted me as he sat beside me.

"Way to ruin my day, Black."

"And a way to wound my heart." He placed his hand on his chest, a grin never fading on his lips. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Lupin." I greeted the boys in front of me. He looks nervous and stressed. "Are you alright? You look like you're going to be sick."

"Oh...uh... Yeah, uhm... I'm fine." He looks uneasy like he didn't want to start a conversation.

James started to clear his throat and sat beside Lily.

"You should eat, Moony. Food helps with anything. Right, Wormtail?" He looked at his friend who stopped eating and nodded.

"Right, he is, Remus!" He agreed and then placed a piece of chicken leg on his friend's plate. "Go on, mate. Eat!" He smiled.

Remus looks like he just lost a battle that he didn't even bother to fight in the first place. He finally took a bite while I decided to scoop a mashed potato and put it on his plate.

"I heard it really goes well with gravy. You want?" I picked up a pot of gravy. He softly smiled and nodded. I poured the right amount of gravy on his mashed potatoes.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"You're welcome."

"Looks like you fancy my friend," Sirius smirked beside me, nudging me.

"Just because I'm nice to him, it means I fancy him. I'm naturally nice!" I defended. Well, it was true that I developed a tiny crush on Remus. But no one needs or has to know. Even Lily doesn't know.

"And here I thought you were naturally a bitch." Lily commented beside me. I slapped her shoulder which she laughed it off.

"I get your point, Lily! What a Gryffindor you are!" I told her.

I looked at my watch and saw that class was about to start. I picked up my things and stood from our table.

"Astronomy class is about to start," I told them. The boys also stood up. I raised an eyebrow at them. "You do not take this class, do you, boys?"

"Oh, no. We just, uh... need to get back at the dorms early." James answered. I still looked at them, curiously.

"Oh, for Merlin's beard." I heard Lily say under her breath. "They need my help with Potions. You know how dumb they are in that subject." My friend stood up and linked her arm with James'.

"You can handle four of them?" I raised my eyebrows suspiciously at her.

"Now that's a very Gryffindor of you." She smirked. "Thanks for your concern but I can handle them very well. Besides, Remus helps me."

"Okay... I'll see you guys tomorrow." I bid them goodbye and went to the Astronomy Tower.

Today's lesson is interesting. I listened and learned from our Professor. I used my telescope to determine the stars and drew on my chart. As I did my work, I couldn't help but admire the moon that was shining upon us. I bet it's reflecting in my eyes.

The class dismissed and I decided to stay for a while. The professor smiled at me and then complimented how I excellent student I am. After a few minutes, she bid me a good night and I was finally left alone.

As I admired the night sky, looking at the full moon, I heard a loud howl near the forbidden forest. My face turns into a frown.

I just realized how much I admire the full moon because of its beauty. There's someone who's suffering because of it.

I bet it's awful to transform into a werewolf. I heard it's quite painful. We learned about werewolves during our third year. And I must say it was quite interesting learning about them.

Misunderstood, they are. But not all of them.

Another howl was heard from the forest. I can feel it's pain. Like it was struggling, crying for help. I feel sorry for it.

I hope they're well as soon as the sun rises tomorrow...

-

"Morning." I greeted as I sat beside Lily.

"Hey. How was the class last night?" She smiled.

"Wonderful. How was your tutoring last night with the boys?"

"...Great," There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Is everything alright? And where are they? Shouldn't they be here?"

"Everything is alright. They probably slept through the alarm. Besides, it's Saturday." She smiled weakly at me. I can sense that something was wrong.

Lily and I have been friends since our third year. We took Divination class together out of curiosity but never took it again the next year. Because we find it ridiculous.

We're in our sixth year now. And in these past 5 months ever since she and James dated, she's always a bit...off every once in a month. Maybe it was just her hormones whenever she was in her period.

"If you say so..." I took a sip of my coffee. "I need to stop by at the Hospital Wing. I promised Madam Pomfrey that I'll volunteer for her today."

"You are?" She looked surprised.

"Yes. So, I'm afraid I cannot accompany your lonely sad ass, Evans." I grinned at her whilst earning an eye roll from her.

"I can survive a day without you, smartass."

"That's good to hear."

Our conversation continued before I decided to go to the Hospital Wing.

"There you are Ms. L/N. I thought you were busy and forgot to volunteer." Madam Pomfrey greeted.

"I wouldn't. Sorry, I was late. I needed to return a few books from the library." I rolled my sleeves and tied my hair to prepare myself for making medicines and potions for the ill students.

"Can I start? I wouldn't pass the opportunity to help and learn." I smiled.

"You're truly dedicated at your age. I heard you were considering to work at St. Mungo's?" She led me to a cubicle and handed me a chart of the students who were in the Hospital Wing at the moment.

"I am. I wanted to follow in my dad's footsteps. And I like to take care and help people." I took the chart from her and saw Remus' name on it.

"Is he alright?" My face turns to a worried look. Madam Pomfrey looked at the chart where my finger was pointing.

"Ah, Mr. Lupin. Are you two acquainted?" She asked and I nodded at her. "He is quite alright. Just needed a few stitches and I remember, he needs Wiggenweld potion. Could you brew some?"

I didn't hesitate and went to fetch the cauldron along with the ingredients. After finishing the potion, I went to Madam Pomfrey to inform her that I was done brewing.

"Wonderful! Why don't you give it to him?" She said while her eyes led to where Remus was lying down.

"I, uh, uhm... He cannot know that I'm here..." I muttered. I heard Madam Pomfrey chuckle. She held my shoulder and pushed the potion into my chest.

"Mr. Lupin might need a familiar face to see right now. His friends are quite busy serving detention."

"But..."

"Go on, dear." She gave me an encouraging look. I sighed deeply before walking my way through him.

As soon as I reached his bed, my gaze softened. He looks awful. A lot of bandages were wrapped around his body. His gaze turns from the ceiling to me.

His eyes widened at the sight of me.

"Y/N?"

"Uhm... You need to drink, uh, this..." I hate that I always stutter whenever it's just the two of us.

He nodded and fixed himself. He leaned at the headboard of the bed slowly. I could see him struggle so I placed the potion at his bed table and helped him.

"Here. Are you good?" I held his arm lightly as I fixed his pillow for his back.

"I am. Thank you."

I start to pour the right amount of the potion I brewed and give it to him. He drank it and handed me the cup.

"That should help you feel better." I closed the bottle of the potion. "I didn't mean to pry and we're barely even friends..."

"We're friends, Y/N." He smiled.

"We are?"

"We are. Unless you don't want to."

"Oh, no! I mean, I want to! Merlin, am I embarrassing myself in front of you?" I felt my cheeks burning but Remus just chuckled.

"No, you're not."

"I'm sorry."

"There's no apology necessary, Y/N." He gave me a kind smile which made my heart, warm. "But you were saying something. What is it?"

"How did you end up with those wounds? What happened?"

Remus seems to be taken aback. He looked like he didn't want to answer the question. He wants to but is finding what excuse he can tell.

"It's fine if you don't want to answer."

"No. It's just... the boys and I did something stupid and well..."

"I see. That's why they are serving detention today."

"Yes."

"Understood. I'm going back to help Madam Pomfrey. Just call us if you need any help or concern." I smiled before turning my back on him.

"Actually..."

"Yes?" I looked over to him.

"Never mind."

"Oh, okay... See you later."

"See you."

I returned to Madam Pomfrey's desk and started to scribble notes.

"Did he take the medicine?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Yes, he did."

"Hmm... you should be here more often if he intends to return here with more injuries. That boy is stubborn to take his medications."

"What do you mean? He drank the potion without being stubborn. And more often? You mean he's always here? Injured?" My concern was visible and the elder woman just smiled at me, not bothering to answer my questions.

-

"You look troubled." Lily closed the book she was reading.

"I am?"

"You are." She rolled her eyes before speaking again. "What is it? Potions problem? Hmm, no. You're good at potions like me. Transfiguration problem? No, you're also good at it? Boy problem? Pfft, no. Of course, not. You don't like someone. I mean, if you do, I would know! Wait..." She stopped talking as soon as she mentioned the boy's problem.

"Fucking bloody hell! You do have a crush on someone!" I quickly covered her mouth when the other students started to look in our way.

"Quiet, Lily!"

"Who is it? How long? Tell me everything!" She looked so excited. This is why I liked to keep it to myself.

"Lupin. Since last year..." I looked at my friend's face and she kept her expression neutral. I raised an eyebrow at her because I was expecting a reaction from her. "Uhmm...?"

"Oh, sorry. I always knew you liked him, Y/N." She grinned at me. "But besides that... Remus, huh? If James have known, he would be freaking out and started to plan all your wedding." She laughed at the thought of her boyfriend.

"Well then it's good Potter's not here," I said.

"Quite. How did you start liking him?" She looked eager to hear my answer to her question. I smiled at the thought of when I started liking him.

"Y/N Artemis L/N..." He says my name under his breath while holding my leathered diary. I panicked that I didn't mean to snatch my diary out of his hands harshly.

"This...is mine..."

"Sure, it is. You have a beautiful name." A blush crept into my cheeks. When he saw my face, he started to clear his throat. "Uh... Uhm, sorry. You drop it but I swear I didn't read it. I, uh, uhm...would never invade one's privacy." He explained.

"It's fine, Lupin. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be harsh."

"An apology from you isn't necessary. I'll see you later." He bid me a goodbye.

"See you..."

"You started liking him because he told you that your name is beautiful?" Lily looked amused.

"It's kinda shallow, I know." I sighed.

"No, it's not. It's kind of amusing. Of course, Remus is always nice." My shoulder started to lump when she said those words.

He's nice to everyone... It's one of his good qualities but sometimes I mistake his kindness into something more.

"I know..."

"Why don't you ask him to have a study session? Just the two of you."

"Oh, no. He'll probably say no. Besides I don't want to bother him. He needs his rest. I'm sure you know what had happened to him." I shook my head while laughing nervously. Lily's face turns into a frown.

"I'm not saying that you should ask him now, Y/N. And besides, Remus wouldn't mind. You both like to study and stick your noses in books. He will say yes to you, I promise. So, why don't you go and try?" She continues to encourage me.

-

A couple of weeks had passed and I decided to ask Lupin for a study session. And so, I made my way through Great Hall and immediately saw him with his best friends. Lily spotted me and invited me to sit down.

"Hello, love." Sirius greeted me as soon as I sat beside him while Lupin was in front of me.

"Hello, Black." I greeted back. I turned my face to Lupin. "Hello." He stopped scribbling on his parchment to face me.

"Y/N, hello." His smile is beautiful. I tried not to distract myself and took a deep breath.

"Are you... Uhm, do you have anything to do later this evening?" I asked him. Lily seemed to hear my question and slowly turned her attention to us.

"Er... No. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I--"

"Are you asking my best friend out?!" Sirius cut my words off. James and Peter looked at us. I saw James start to curve his lips upward and wanted to say something but Lily butted in.

"Oh, bloody hell, Sirius!" She scolded while James tried to calm his girlfriend.

"Are you?!" He insisted on asking. I felt embarrassed and couldn't look at Lupin.

"Never mind him, Y/N. What were you saying?" Lupin finally starts to speak with a gentle tone.

"Uhm..." I slowly looked up to meet his eyes. He was looking at me, encouraging me to tell him what I was about to say. "I was going to invite you for a study session... Just the two of us. If that's okay."

"I would love to. I'll see you later at the Library."

After dinner, I finally made my way to the Library. I was feeling quite nervous but excited. As soon as I stepped inside the Library, I already saw Lupin sitting near the window. He looks troubled, looking outside the window. I started to wonder if he felt pressured and forced to agree to this study session.

I slowly walked toward his direction and sat in front of him. He looks like he snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention to me.

"Sorry..." I muttered.

"Why do you always feel sorry whenever you see me, Y/N?" He looks at me curiously. I looked away.

"I feel like... I'm always bothering you."

I heard a soft chuckle coming from him.

"You're not, believe me."

"You meant it?"

"Yes." He answered.

"No. I mean, do you mean it when you agreed to have this study session with me?" He looks confused with my question.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought...that you just agreed because you felt sorry and don't want to see me get embarrassed."

"Oh. I didn't agree because I felt bad. I agreed because I want to. I like your company, Y/N." His words were comforting and didn't feel like a lie. I smiled at him and started to open my book to study.

After a few minutes, I found myself staring out the window. I was admiring yet again the night sky. I felt someone was looking at me. I turned around only to meet his eyes again. He was looking at me intently.

"Lupin?"

"What's so beautiful about the night? It's just darkness and a lot of bad things happen at night. Why do you admire it?" He asks.

"Well... It isn't a total darkness, isn't it? There are beautiful stars and the moon. They're the ones who light up this night. They are the reminder that even in the darkness, there's always a light." I looked at him and his face softened. He looked vulnerable. "A moon is also a reminder that the sun will always show up."

"That's..." He smiled at me but his eyes were sad. "I have a guess that you always see the good in other people."

"Some people are just misunderstood. So, I always wanted to understand them."

Even if his face is covered with scars, he looks handsome... Fuck, I think I'm in love with him.

-

Our study sessions continued every night ever since that night. Sometimes, we would just close our books and talk about a lot of things.

But this night is different. He told me couldn't come to our study session because something important came up. I told him that it was fine and that we can reschedule it tomorrow. But he told me he won't be available this whole week.

I finished helping Madam Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing and decided to go to the Astronomy Tower. Tonight is a full moon and I always liked to watch the moon at its fullness. I mean, it's the reason why I was named after a moon goddess, Artemis. I was born on a full moon.

As the full moon shone brightly, a loud, painful howl was heard near the Whomping Willow. Its cries were awful like it needed help. It was a howl that I had heard for the last 6 years.

The next day, I went to the Hospital Wing to help Madam Pomfrey. It became my routine since she really helped me a lot to take care of the students who were sick.

"Right in time, dear. Here give this to Mr. Lupin." She gave me a bottle of potion. I was about to ask her when she pushed me into the curtains to see his unconscious body lying down on the bed.

I see his fresh cuts and wounds. They looked worse than last time. A bandage that wrapped around his torso like the last time he was in here. As I examined his state, his eyes were starting to open. I went over to his side and held his hand.

"Lupin..."

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" His voice is a little hoarse.

"You know fully well that I helped Madam Pomfrey." I put the potion aside and helped him to lean against his bed's headboard. "What happened to you?"

"It's..."

"Another trouble with your friends? That excuse won't convince me now since your wounds are worse than last month. I'm sure your friends wouldn't put you and themselves in danger. Even they're foolishly brave."

Lupin's lip pursed as he looked uncomfortable.

"Do you not trust me?" I asked as I poured his medicine into a cup before handing it to him.

"I...I do trust you. I'm just scared."

"Of what, Remus?"

"That you'll be afraid of me." I sat at the side of his bed.

"I will never be afraid of you. How could I?"

"Y/N..." He took a deep breath before he spoke again. "I can't tell you..." I reached for his hand as he looked at me. I gave him a comforting smile.

"I won't force you to. But please know that I am here for you. I'll listen to you. We'll talk like we have done these past few weeks."

"I'm afraid of the night. I'm afraid of the moon. I don't like it." He tightened his hold on my hand. "It always brings me pain, it makes me weak. It makes me helpless. Indeed, James, Sirius, and Peter always stayed with me during the painful transformation. But I'm always afraid that I'll hurt them if..."

That's when I realized everything. The painful howls I hear every once in a month for the last 6 years. The cries for help that make my heart break. It was him. It was Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf.

I didn't say anything and hugged him tightly. It was stupid but I cried on behalf of him. His body stiffened when he heard my sobs. He gently put his arms around me and nuzzled his face on my neck while inhaling my scent. His body started to relax.

"Why are you crying?" He whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all of that pain. I'm sorry you feel scared. I'm sorry--"

"Y/N. I told you not to--"

"I am sorry, Remus. You don't deserve any of this." I pulled my head away to see his face. My arms were still on him, hugging him. "I want to take all your pain away. I want to stay with you."

"No... What if I hurt you? I can't risk your life if I let you stay."

"I don't care. I... I love you, Remus. And this is the only thing I am not apologizing for." He was surprised at my sudden confession. His hands left at my back and moved to my face. He cups and caresses it. He wipes my tears and places a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sorry... I didn't intend for you to fall in love with me. It's all my fault."

"It wasn't. You shouldn't blame yourself because I love you. I want to stay, Remus. I want to be here with you, forever." My hands moved on the sides of his neck. "Please don't push me away. Please let me take care of you."

I slowly traced the scars on his face with my fingertips as he closed his eyes, feeling it.

"I love you..." He says as he leans closer to my face. I could feel his hot breath brushed on my face. His lips slowly lean into mine.

"Remus..." He closed the gap and finally placed a soft, sweet lingering kiss on my lips.

"I love you, Y/N. God, I love you so much." He says between our kisses. And then he pulled away but he rested his forehead against mine. None of us spoke and just felt our moment.

-

Remus finally woke up and saw Sirius looking at him, worried.

"You alright, mate?" His friend handed him a glass of water.

"Y-Yeah..."

"You were calling her name, Moony."

He didn't look at him. He felt his heavy heart and looked outside the window. It was night and the stars shone brightly. The moon is in a crescent shape.

"It's night," He says.

"Yes, it is." Sirius handed him a potion. It was a wolfsbane potion. "There's a full moon tomorrow."

Ah... Remus always hated the full moon. He always does because of the pain it brings him. The transformation is always painful. But every month, every year, he always looks forward to the full moon. Because it's the only time he'll be with her.

When the moon rises, she's with him. She stays. That's when it's fine even if the transformation is painful because he knows she's there. She'll soothe the pain away. He just needs to look at the full moon and everything will be alright.

"Remus?" Sirius called his friend.

"She likes to look outside the window when night falls..." He looked at him with a painful expression.

"She does..."

"I can't wait for the full moon tomorrow night. I can't wait to be with her again." His voice was trembling, like he wanted to cry. "How can I fall in love with the moon when it's a curse? I'm supposed to hate it now that it will always bring me pain more than ever."

"Remus."

"I..."

"She left a part of her. She will always be with you as long as your daughter, Artemis, is alive. Something did die inside of you that night but it gave another reason to live. Her daughter...your daughter." Sirius placed a hand on Remus' shoulder. "She needs his father. Now, come along. Everyone is waiting downstairs. Harry arrives today." He squeezed his shoulder before removing it.

Remus went downstairs to see his daughter, their daughter laughing with Hermione and Ginny. She looked at him and for a minute, he thought he saw her again. She looks exactly like her.

"You never left me, Y/N... You kept your word." He whispered to himself before walking over to them.

*****

[panda-writes-kpop]

Platonic! Handong ~ The University Experience

A/N: My pearls, this story is based on my own experience. I'll let you guess who I am in this story. ;) Also, this is for @sanccharine because they requested this from me a long while ago, and who am I not to deliver (at a much later date)?

TW: Alcohol mentions, college antics, bad language from multiple parties, Reader is NOT a model student.

Summary: Handong goes to her Chem lecture, expecting much of the same boring content, until she overhears the conversation from you, Ryujin, and Yunjin about Dongie's oddly shaped pencil pouch.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Handong quietly sketches a figure in her Chemistry notebook as she waits for the lecture to start.

University had been an… interesting transition for her, especially since she was going to be so far away from her old school friends and her family. Handong had moved away from her family to go to primary school, but she had made a group of friends that became her new family. Primary school, unfortunately, had come and gone, and her friends had moved on to greater pursuits in many different places.

Luck had been on her side for a little bit, as she went to college with one of her old friends: SuA, and SuA was in her Chemistry lecture and recitation. Handong’s luck ran out because the two were in different majors, but it was nice to see a friendly face a few times a week.

Handong mostly stayed on her own throughout university, and she didn’t really mind it. The best company was her own, after all. Studying and eating in peace was nice, but she did miss the chatter of friends talking over one another and sharing incredible stories of their ridiculous shenanigans.

Then, of course, you had come crashing into her life with the grace of a rhinoceros stomping through a feeding ground.

Handong got herself ready for the lecture as time ticked down, and you came walking in about two minutes before class had started. You sat a row back from her, and you lazily threw your backpack to the side before checking your phone.

“Are you always this disorganized?” A voice to Handong’s left asks.

Shin Ryujin.

With her glasses slightly askew, Ryujin types on her computer without hesitation.

You scoff before rolling your eyes.

“You shouldn’t visit my dorm, then.”

“I’ve heard from Jisu about the mess that you’ve made of that poor room. And your drinking habits, by the way, aren’t exactly… how should I put it?”

“Ryujin!” You scold before setting your phone aside. “Don’t bring that up. I only vomited once, and it was Yunjin’s fault!”

You grab your tablet and open your computer as Handong continues to listen in on your conversation.

“Where is the she-devil, by the way?”

You scoff as you roll your eyes.

“First off, that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone, and secondly, you know how she is: she’s either 5 minutes early, walks in when the professor starts lecturing, or she skips because she’s hungover or overslept.”

“Whatever.” Ryujin sighs as you flick a pencil over to her, and it smacks her in the back of the head. “Seriously? How old are you, five?”

“I’m six, actually.” You stick your tongue out at her as the door in the front of the lecture hall opens. “There she is! The woman of the hour in the flesh and blood.”

The professor starts lecturing as Yunjin sits down and leaves a seat between the two of you. You give her a high-five as you lower your voice to speak with her.

“How was your nap?” You quietly mutter.

“I was getting food at the dining hall, actually.” Yunjin matter-of-factly tells you, “And I did some Calculus while I was eating.”

“Did Lisa have to help you?” You jokingly say as Yunjin reaches over and punches your shoulder. 

“I did two of the problems by myself, thanks for asking.” She hisses as you rub your shoulder in pain. “What section of Chem are we on, by the way?”

“You’d know if you did the notes.” You say.

“Did you do the notes, genius?”

“Fuck no!” You exclaim before immediately hushing your voice. “I have better things to do.”

“This is why neither of you have an A in this class.” Ryujin rolls her eyes as you tap your tablet’s pencil against your chin.

“Okay, smart-ass, we get it.” Yunjin shoots back at Ryujin before taking out a notebook. “Seriously, what chapter are we on?”

Ryujin chuckles to herself before turning back to her computer. 

Handong finds herself enthralled in the conversation, and she’s managed to keep up with the notes along with the conversation.

“We’re on Chapter Four, the one with electrolytes and titrations.” Handong quietly says as three sets of eyes travel to her.

“Thank you, ah…” Yunjin trails off as Handong quickly answers.

“Handong. My name’s Handong.”

“Huh Yunjin.” She cheekily smiles before looking over at you.

You stick your tongue out at Yunjin before saying your name.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Handong.” You add on as you nod at Ryujin. “Are you going to say anything, or are you just going to be all mysterious over there?”

“Fuck you.” Ryujin spits out before glancing at Handong. “Shin Ryujin is my name.”

“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Handong says while continuing to take notes.

You continue to chatter with Yunjin throughout the lecture, and Ryujin joins in your banter every once in a while. Besides complaining about Chemistry itself, the conversation jumps to parties, Halloween, and the newest shows on Netflix and Disney. 

Eventually, once the class is almost over, your discussion with Yunjin jumps to a more… irrelevant topic.

“Is that someone’s shoe on the table?” Yunjin asks, and you shake your head before sighing.

“You’re being ridiculous. Did you drink too much last night?” You joke, and Yunjin scrunches her nose before pointing at the spot next to Handong.

“Do you not see the shoe right fucking there?”

“Sure, it’s a shoe, but I don’t think it’s her shoe.” You stare at the brightly colored shoe as Yunjin looks at you like you’re an idiot.

“Of course it’s her shoe! Why else would someone have a shoe on the table?”

“Oh my god,” You smack your head against your hand, “it’s not a shoe, Yunjin!”

“It’s clearly a shoe! What else would it be?”

“It is a pencil pouch because it has a zipper, you dumbass!”

Ryujin laughs as Handong chuckles to herself.

This was going to be one interesting semester.

[kerostarz]

love you twice. kim gyuvin

🍵 _

“and yeah he was really nice overall”

my roommate finally came back and i told her all about my official first encounter with kim gyuvin.

“this is the beginning of your rom-com.. are you kidding me ??” my roommate squeals, i laugh and shrug, “oookay calm down i don’t even have the time to complete half of these essays and research studies in time, you think i’ll have time for romance ?” my friend smiles and winks and i roll my eyes giving up.

⏰ *ringggg* *ringggg* (the next day)

i woke up and quickly got ready. today i had two midterms in biology. how exciting. truthfully with me being sick i wasn’t able to study much as i just felt dead for a whole week, so i decided to wake up early and go revise in the library.

it wasn’t too cold this morning as spring was approaching so i finally chose to wear a t shirt and some baggy blue jeans. i silently scurried out of my dorm as to not disturb my roommate who was still in dreamland.

📓📚.

after 2 hours in the library, it was finally time to take my test and i did not feel prepared at all. 1.5 hours passed by and the bell rang signaling that the test was finally over. it was well past 13:00 pm and i was so hungry. i quickly paced down the hallway but when i got down to the entrance, it was pouring rain outside. great.

for one: i had no umbrella in hand, and for two: it started getting cold and i had no jacket either. at this point my only choice was to run back to my dorm but before i could take a step outside, a hand pulled me inside again. huh ?

“it’s too cold, you’ll catch a cold again” i turned around, my face meeting with none other than kim gyuvin’s face. “oh it’s you!” i exclaimed in surprise.

“here” gyuvin dropped his backpack on the floor and began to take his hoodie off, “you can have my hoodie” and before another word could leave my mouth, he motioned his head left and right and pointed his palm at me, “do not worry! i am wearing a thermal shirt underneath so i have come prepared for the weather AND i brought an umbrella too!” i smiled softly, gently taking his hoodie and thanking him as i put it on. it was warm and had a baggy fit on me.

gyuvin opened the umbrella and we took off under the rain, our bodies compressed under the umbrella as to not get a single drop on us. “what brings you in the biology building by the way?” i asked him, wondering since his major’s building was on the other side of campus. “oh! uuhh.. my friend left his pencil case so i went to drop it off.. yeah!” he smiled. “i see, well we just had an exam and i’m exhausted ugh, i have another one in the afternoon but at least it’s online” i sighed, a sigh of exhaustion. silence and rain fills the conversation for a minute.. “are you hungry? let’s go and grab hot pot” gyuvin suggests and i immediately agree.

🥢~

“thank you for the meal~” i drop my body against the restaurant’s sofa, my stomach satisfied with the food, “you really didn’t have to pay gyuvin”. he refused to half the bill earlier and ran to the counter to pay. at that point i couldn’t say no so i remained in my seat laughing it off as he turned around smiling and sticking his tongue out.

“sooo.. when are you taking the test” gyuvin asks, we headed out the restaurant and began to mindlessly walk around the streets near campus. “ah, you’re right” i chuckled, “i totally forgot about it haha” i was having so much fun just hanging around with him that it only hit me now that i have yet another test to take. “i should head back to my dorm” i replied looking down at my feet. i felt gyuvin’s gaze laying on mine and i suddenly started getting nervous. but why ?

“it’s 5pm and the cafe should not be busy since it’s a week day.. we could pass by and you can take your exam there, yeah?” i looked up at him, his eyes shining like boba balls, almost as if he was begging me to not leave. “plus it’s nearer here than campus so we’ll save time and-” “let’s go,” i cut him off and smiled, gyuvin smiling back, his eyes forming a crescent moon shape.

“let’s get going then.”

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Harua × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack, weird considence, a smidge of angst?

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,2k

I was anxiously biting my nails while traveling on one of the last buses around this hour, deep in the night.

I can only hope I'm not too late yet.

While rushing I even forgot to bring my phone with me, instead, I left it plugged in on my bedside table... And I didn't even check the opening hours of the drugstores around me!

I hastily glanced at the time every 30 seconds, as slowly the last 10 minutes before 9 pm were ticking away right in front of me, while I was racing with time to desperately find one store that was open at this hour.

...Well, technically, I was racing with the bus's schedule contrary to the current time but whatever.

I was incredibly nervous while awaiting the last few stops.

But the reason behind it... Let me do a recap before I reach my destination, maybe time will stop while I explain?

It all started about half an hour ago; I was lazing around in my dorm room watching a film on my laptop quietly, while halfway through I started playing with my phone.

It's Saturday evening, and I was gearing up for tomorrow's long hours of studying with an easy schedule the day before... Or at least, I tried to.

Suddenly my phone's screen switched while I was playing and my friend's caller ID appeared.

I picked it up without question, immediately finding it strange that she was calling me at a time like this.

Although I had a feeling that something was up, in a negative way but I didn't let my worrying get the worst of me right away.

...Just after she started speaking into the device in a shaky tone.

Thousands of thoughts flew through my mind at that moment, the worst scenarios possible but after a second she told me this: 'My boyfriend broke up with me today.'

Oh. No.

That was one of my worst ideas!

Then she added: 'Over text.'

Holy— I didn't even think about this case, and now it was even worse!

So I knew I had to get going, this was my calling, and it was time to go and take matters into my own hands.

Time to cheer her up, and gossip about the guy until she feels better.

So, that's what I intend to do, still, in the middle of the evening; others may get ready for bed, but I get ready for the local plaza to check out drugstores.

Sounds cool, right?

I still don't understand why was a drugstore my first instinct to go there but it seemed right.

Nowadays there are healthy snacks and a couple of sodas in these places, aside from makeup and hair products and so on, so I figured I could buy everything in there.

And it's a rule that after a breakup we change ourselves for the better... So hair dye and nail polish it is!

And oh look, catching up really did help, I'm here already!

Since I didn't have my phone with me I couldn't check the time, so with a shrug I speed-runned the outline of the plaza, looking for a drugstore.

It put a small panic in me that most clothing stores were closed at this hour — not that I should be surprised by this or anything, really — but some fast food restaurants were still open, so I might have a chance.

Using an escalator I arrived at the next level of the big mall and saw the drugstore at the end of the line so with quick steps I stormed off in that direction.

But as I inched closer I saw more than half of the cover was pulled down, to protect the store for the night.

It had some small holes in it, but I couldn't see anything through them so I crouched down in my last desperate try and looked under.

The remaining open part provided some clear evidence that the light was in fact on inside the small store, so it meant that someone was still there.

So I clung to hope and voiced my concerns.

I guess it doesn't hurt, hardly anyone is around here at this hour so if I can convince a cashier or manager to let me in for 5 minutes, it's already worth it.

"Is anyone here?" I raised my voice so it echoed through the seemingly empty store for a bit until I think I heard some quiet footsteps.

My heart did a funny jump because I hoped I wasn't imagining things so I waited for a pair of legs, still looking from under the metal cover thing.

I'm sure I look ridiculous, but hey, whatever gets the job done.

I didn't have to wait long, I saw a pair of lanky legs coming my way; they were wearing comfortable white sneakers and slightly baggy, washed-out denim jeans... Also, I think I saw a glimpse of the store's logo on the shirt they were wearing so my night is either saved or dumped.

In a moment, I came face-to-face with a very handsome guy who seemed to be around the same age as me, with eager, sparkling eyes despite his evening shift, a stylish haircut, smooth skin, a cute nose, and pretty lips.

As we locked eyes he seemed surprised too, but only for a second before pulling out his typical customer smile.

"Hi, can I help you?" The greatest and awkwardest line ever said in a context like this, I almost burst a lung but managed to keep my cool in the end.

Okay, get it together, this is serious — don't forget, you're still running on high time for your friend!

And her boy problems!

"Is the store still open?" I asked with a hopeful glint in my eyes.

I didn't want to dump all my questions on him at once, so I figured before I boast to him my chaotic apology and reasoning about why I needed 2 bottles of soda, a bar of chocolate, nail polish, and crazy hair dyes at night I'll just appear a little less weird, for now.

"Well, our closing time is at 9 pm, but I'm still here so technically yes, the store is open." He flashed a cute half-smile, waiting for my next sentence.

"Is it possible for me to get in and buy a couple of last-minute things? I promise it's a maximum of 5 minutes, I know what I need." I tried to sound as determined as I could never, but I really didn't want to test his patience too much.

He seemed to be thinking through my words for a second but then he easily nodded and gave another kind smile.

Then he extended his hand in my direction under the metal wall thing and at first I gazed at him questionably, but then I accepted his help and let him pull me through the 'entrance' in a weird way.

After I was in the store I saw that truly every light was still on in the aisles, and the cashier's check looked intact as well.

"You're lucky because I usually leave the cash register to the last, so you'll still be able to pay." He chuckled while helping me to my feet and our gazes lingered on each other for a second.

It seems today he's the one on duty to close the store and make sure everything is intact before leaving... I feel lucky.

He's... cute.

"Ah, I was just in time then!" I answered enthusiastically with a giggle, then we slowly untangled our hands, his warmth leaving mine as I turned to the aisle where the hair products were.

For a while I felt his sparkling eyes on me as I skipped through the shelves, checking out only those products that I had an interest in.

There was no time to waste when my friend needed me urgently!

I gathered my thoughts and after a few minutes, I was done, heading to the cash register while opening my bag to check how much money I had on me.

Although a 15-minute bus ride was still awaiting me to arrive at my friend's place, but I felt like I was starting to see the end of this rushed journey.

I walked up to the cute guy and put my things on the rubber plate for him to beep it in.

As I glanced at him while he peacefully punched in numbers and product names to the computer beside him I saw his eyebrows furrowing, then he slowly looked up at me and a small smile was hiding in the corner of his mouth.

"You're going to a salon or something?" He chuckled adorably and I couldn't stop the blush creeping up on my neck to my cheeks as he questioned my choices.

Right, he's still a shop assistant, and he must see countless weird listings every day, but I'm sure mine is pretty questionable as of now.

I gave a short laugh before answering and averted my eyes for a second, not bothering to take out my wallet yet.

"No, I'm going to my friend's place, girl's night you know... Her boyfriend just broke up with her, so emotional support is needed." I felt a bit bad for telling him just like this, spilling a piece of my friend's personal life but I wanted to answer truthfully, since I panicked because of his reaction and I just blurted it out.

At my answer his eyes seemed to scan me over quickly, as if searching for something very thoroughly, his whole gaze shifted for a second when he seemed to think about something, but then changed back to normal.

Yeah, he definitely found that TMI weird.

I know he tried to play off his reaction with a cool vibe but I'm sure he was uncomfortable.

Sorry, cute guy.

"That's unfortunate." He nodded and quietly expressed some sort of sorrow to be empathetic but I knew it was forced. "That's all, right?" He changed the topic, mustering another shy smile in my way.

"Yep, that's all." I nodded back, paid, and quickly packed everything into my small backpack, except the delicious orange-flavored soda, because just as he started talking to me I realized how dry my throat was.

I unscrewed the top and stopped to drink, no longer feeling in such a rush.

The guy was staring at me, not moving from behind the cash register, as if wanting to say something before I leave.

I held the drink in my hand and turned to him as I felt his curious eyes on me.

We made eye contact again and he looked away for a second, then released a sigh and turned back to me, a more determined look present on his face as he spoke again.

"Ah... By the way, can I ask for your name?" In a second I noticed the nervous gradient in his soft voice but it made me giggle before I could stop myself.

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you. And you?" I answered almost immediately with even more enthusiasm, trying to stop myself from blushing and smiling too hard.

Calm down, it's just a respectful cute guy, nothing to see here...

"...I'm Harua." He said after a moment of gazing at each other and I noticed his mouth corners lifting the same into a bunny-like grin, but the moment my brain registered his name I suddenly felt my heart drop to my stomach.

Wait, what?

I take that back, it's not nice to meet you.

...You broke my friend's heart, you monster.

I was sure my hasty reaction was visible outside as well; I felt my body grow still for a couple of seconds and my smile faltering, then freezing onto my face in a rather awkward manner, and my hands grew into fists as I held the strap of my bag.

Now I regret coming to this store, even if they had all the goods.

Damn, I didn't even know that this guy works in a place like this... This is just so unbelievable suddenly.

What did I do to deserve such Karma?

I don't know if I should even mention this to my friend, this situation is wrong on so many levels...

But by the looks of things it seems he doesn't recognize me, since he asked for my name.

I guess I never got mentioned by my name, which comes in handy right now.

Good thing, because now I have a very clear picture of him when I arrive at my friend's house.

As well as his other side that doesn't include him humiliating her like that, through text.

And I take everything back I said about him being nice, respectful, and cute.

If he broke my friend's heart like that he's far from respectful or nice.

Nor do I find him cute anymore.

....Wow, this is a mess.

I snapped out of my thoughts after about a minute of standing silently in the store, still being there instead of running out as if my life depended on it.

I didn't even know what was the last thing he said to me, the past couple of minutes turned into a blur as the emergency alarms went off in my head.

I can't stay here any longer, that one thing was for sure.

"So...Harua! Thank you for letting me in after closing hours, I really appreciate it, but now I have to run! Bye!" I recovered from my shock and blurted out everything at once, already inching towards the half-closed entrance of the drugstore.

Just pronouncing his name felt hard enough after putting the pieces together...

'And it wasn't nice meeting you!' I wish I could have said that but then I would have blown my cover.

...What a night, and the hard part had just begun!

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: One of my randomest scenarios ever, but I enjoyed it so much! And in a way, a piece of it is based on real-life events lol.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

Tagging: @nichoswag

[mprimn]

If I were to make an excuse for why I haven't uploaded anything in a month, this game is to blame.

The new idolm@ster game? Nah, I'm not playing that. I'm already busy with Star Rail and other stuff. The system also looks complicated. I don't want to touch any game like umamusume ever agaiー

Errr, what just happened...? And why is it 2am now...?

That, and this weird guilty feeling where if I haven't completed my homework, I shouldn't be writing here. I've been getting a lot of assignments where I have to write at least a thousand Japanese character report for multiple subjects. I don't have the mood to do some of them right now, so I decided to write something here instead (if I keep on waiting to finish all my work, I'll probably never get to update this blog).

As much as I wanted to complain about how unfair it is that the English class only has to write 500 words for the same subject for the millionth time, I should be talking about other things like how I went to Tokyo with my fellow university friends.

Going to Tokyo wasn't in my weekend plan, but I'm still too nervous to travel by myself so I came along for experience. Some of our classmates are currently studying in Tokyo, so they kindly allowed us to stay at their dorm. We went to this fair that has a theme of our country only to be disappointed at how bland the food taste. It was also getting crowded, thus we moved elsewhere.

We spent half a day walking around Tokyo, looking for specific spots that was used as background in the movie Kimi no Na Wa because my friend is a huge fan. She made me take a lot of pictures for her even though I know nothing about how to take a good photo (whoever travels with her was destined to become her personal photographer at least once or more).

She kept saying she gained weight and that she looks fat but I honestly couldn't tell. To each their own, I guess.

This photo was a quick one I did before having to take a video of my friend walking up and down the stairs. There were less than 10 tourists there including us so we all had the place to ourselves. I might've gotten a cleaner shot without people if I waited a bit longer but I'm happy with this one.

On the last day before going back, we went to Harajuku with other friends of a friend (I couldn't remember who is who anymore). I volunteered to take care of our bags because every coin locker in the train station was full so while my friend went shopping, I was sipping iced cocoa in starbucks. I wasn't in the mood to walk and I've been here before anyway. I even completed half of my assignment while waiting for them too.

Apparently, the hardest part of travelling to Tokyo was actually the way back. The way we had to rush onto one of the last few buses of the day to get back to our dorm. Thank god we made it because I'd rather commit unalive than having to walk while dragging a large suitcase for a whole hour. The poor junior who went with us almost couldn't make it back as he was late by a few minutes. Me and my friend thought he had to sleep at the station for the night.

I immediately became busy for the next 3 weeks. I had to prepare for a presentation about "something interesting I found in town", went on 2 field trips for different classes that I have to write those long reports after, got addicted to a new game(?), and went to do an interview for the part time job.

To my surprise, they accepted me even though I intentionally screwed up half of my quiz answers. I was starting to get lazy because after recording my expenses for 2 months, I found out that I can survive without getting a job. Though, I'm more than glad to have some extra cash to compensate that 50k yen taxi fee and to cover my foolish purchases in the future, which might as well be now since my junior just pointed out that there actually is an animate where we live.

Looking forward to snatch some gakumas goods if they don't sold out. First time I went there only Sena, China, and especially Sumika were left. And I thought she's the popular one...

[percontaion-points]

Packless chapters 29 & 30

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Chapter 29

“Who knows, maybe my wolf will step up, and we can make it a double date…”

Chapter 29 summary: Jasper wanted to eavesdrop on Vail’s conversation with Marnie, but he knew that hearing Vail tell her friend about her literal torture would be too much.

Instead, he focused his attention on finding out who gave the order for Vail to be sent to that place. Only an alpha could have done it, but there’s an awful lot of alphas. He’s even more frustrated when he finds out that the doctor who actually did all of the torture had fled. One of the names that comes up is the alpha who refused to “arouse” Vail, but Jasper is under the impression that because Hunter alerted him, he’s most likely in the clear. Probably. He’s also deeply upset by the fact that Vail was put on a bus with three feral wolves. 

One of his underlings tells him that Marnie came back to Vail with some books, but that her bag smelt of the “English wanker”, so Jasper goes to pee all over Vail’s things. However, he’s calmed by her presence, and surprised at what she’s reading. It’s an old scientific research book about a guy who studied ferals, rogues, and voids. Vail says she’s certain that she’s a void, but Jasper insists that his wolf wouldn’t want to mate with somebody who wasn’t his equal. He then invites her to the “packball” game, and then to the dance after the game. 

Chapter 30

Even though I didn’t have any real insights into his new life, he worked for the pack and I was indebted to them for my education.

Sweetie, is the education in the room with us right now?

“Do you want to have a look at the clothes with me?” I asked Jasmine, who’s eyes immediately locked on the closet like it was Aladdin’s cave.

Did the author seriously name a character Jasmine simply so that she could make an Aladdin joke?

“So, more Netflix bingeing, or are we YouTubing that crazy Japanese cat again?”

Chapter 30 summary: Vail rests up for the remainder of Saturday. On Sunday, she uses the scent blocker her dad had given her, and then asks one of the omegas to go to her dorm and get her things. When the girl comes back, one of the alphas who is guarding Vail snaps that Vail has been given a lot of other clothes, but Vail calls him out on his shit. Says that not only does she want her own things, but that it’s also beyond rude to constantly refer to people as “omega” or “beta”. 

Back with the omega girl, Jasmine, start to look through Vail’s things. Then Jasmine randomly suggests that they should have like a girl’s day. So they bring Marnie up there and get food, and start watching Netflix. This entire thing is so baffling… But also frustratingly pointless.

When the girls pause to try on prom dresses, Marnie slips Vail a note from Mr. Wentworth. It’s intentionally vague, but Vail is pretty sure that he’s talking about her father, and using the scent blocker. 

[storiesforthedreamers]

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST — CHAPTER 1

DB’s POV

I can’t believe this is happening. I’m now on one of the biggest schools in my state, Mississippi. As I have been a fan of Ole Miss my whole entire life because my dad used to play here as the offensive tackle for four years but he actually didn’t make it to the NFL because of a career-ending injury that forced him to retire for good in football and I want to complete my own goal of winning a national championship for my father.

 “What’s going on with my son?” My dad aggressively hugged me. I know I’m really excited for going to Dad’s alma mater and this is the big opportunity I’m willing to not miss.

 “I’m good, dad. Loving the atmosphere here in college. I hope we get to be national champions especially for you.” I stood to kiss him on the cheek. Yes, I do love kissing my dad on the cheek even if I’m going to be old.

 “I do know that, Deion. But, you have to enjoy school first before the adrenaline of the field.” He teased.

 “Dad, I do have good grades!” I defended. Well, in school, I was in the top 10 students who had the highest scores in our class. But, football is really my passion and I want to succeed more in it.

 "I'm just reminding you, young buck. Being an athlete-student is easy, but a student-athlete is harder." He looked at my baby picture on the luggage beside the sofa and gently wiped it. I knew it too because Dad didn't really succeed in school and I really needed to study well to do something that will make Dad proud.

 "I do know that, Dad. Making you proud is the best gift I will ever get."  I smiled. Dad smiled as well, and I hugged him one more time.

 "Okay, it's time now for moving in to your dorm with your friends." He put the frame back into the luggage and zipped it up to finally finish moving into my new dorm along with my bros.

 After a long drive to the university, I opened the trunk and tried to get all of my bags to inspect what should I bring to the dorm and I saw Rob and Rocky running towards us and hugged tightly, "Why didn't you guys tell you were hugging?" Rob remarked.

 "It's me and my pops' time, bro. You've got time to hug me every step of our way to the national title." I smirked.

 "Okay. We're not that close to be hugging so much." Rob glared at me. I just know he was joking. We 6 have been pretty close since middle school and we stuck to each other as much I hate it (jokingly), until we got recognized by our new university to play for them. It's quite a miracle that we 6 have made into the university as I know them that some of them wanted to play in other schools to feel the pride of that school because we have seen them many times on TV. Like, how hyped up all those people on the stadium and in the heat of the moment, the best players on the university are feeling it because the fans' support. But now, we get to face them and I am going to feel them as hatred for us because we are their opposing team.

 "Just let me help sorting these things into his dorm." My dad grunts as he carries my third luggage while I carry my two ones and Rob quickly held the other side to make sure Dad doesn't break his back.

 "I just saw Clayton and Caden eating on the cafeteria." Rocky smirked and I immediately dropped the luggages because I really love eating. I want to eat the most delicious food, and with being an athlete, you are not supposed to do that. It's a sensitive part of my bros if they eat a food that I don't get to try it first.

 "Hey! You'll break the luggage!" Dad smacked my bicep really hard.

 "Sorry, Dad. You know I love food." I remarked.

 "I know, but you can't drop the luggage. They're very expensive, okay?" Dad tried to wipe the dust off of my luggage.

 I grabbed the handle of the luggage to move it and I saw the coordinators of Ole Miss walking towards us.

 "Hi, guys. I'm Colin Peters, coordinator of the University for dorm management for student-athletes. So, I will accompany you guys for signing papers to officially welcome you on your dorms. Okay!" Colin took the other luggage I dropped and we followed the guy.

 As I saw the reception hall, Colin was talking to the representative there.

 "Mr. Axton, you can sign these occupancies' check-in and check-out form." He called me to come to him and I wrote my signature on the occupancies' check-in line. And now my number is 0901A. Woah, that's just my surname and my birthdate.

 After that, we got into my room and it was spacious, I have a dressing closet, and a bedroom that could really fit 3 people, and a space for my PC set and gaming console. They have also put a study table if I really wanted to study.

 "We are finally here." Dad sighed and I hugged him.

 "Yeah. Your alma mater and we won't disappoint you." I said with vigor.

 "We will join you." Rob said and he and Rocky hugged us too.

 "Put your hands in the air and we'll huddle. 1, 2, 3! Rebels!" I shouted.

 "Is there anything you need to do? I need to rest now, son." Dad complained as held his back in pain, I know he's tired of moving with us.

 "None, dad. We're good. I will help you go to the car." I held his hand to help him straighten his back as we walked towards the car.

 "Now, you're making me look like a grandpa. I'm not yet one." He smirked.

 "Dad! I'm not into a relationship for the foreseeable future. You are the only one for me." I winked.

 "Nah, don't mind me. Date 20 people if you want, I don't care." I widened my eyes at the number.

 "20?! No way, Dad. I will stick with one. You know that I'm loyal." I leaned on his shoulder.

 "I hope you do get one tomorrow." He teased.

 "Do not expect me to do that, Dad." I relented.

 "You will do it, Deion Brock." He insisted. Oh, my full name has been brought up. I think it's just interesting that Dad named me that so that he could get the nickname DB as in a defensive back, which now I play for in college as a free safety.

 A free safety is just a loner on the field, I have the wide range of where to go to especially because the strong safety is built like a linebacker, like I do but I chose to play this position because I want to play the passing game and catch the footballs that were supposed to be the receivers and then run it to the endzone and score the touchdown is the best feeling I get.

 With the genes I got from Dad who is offensive tackle in college, and my mother who was a track and field star in college, I got a gene where I can jump really high like some NBA players do, run really fast, and have the strength of even the best linebackers. On meeting with Coach Jamison online, he's also oblivious thinking of using a big free safety for me and he suggested me of playing linebacker but I said that we are loaded in the position like my friend Clayton and I don't want to focus on rushing the quarterback, I wanted to catch balls more than making a great tackle. Thankfully, he relented and put me into free safety.

 I got back from outside and into my room, and saw Rob and Rocky already setting up my gaming console.

 "Bro, you already setting that up?" I asked.

 "Yeah, bro! Let's play some Madden 23." Rocky giggled.

 "Nah, bro! Let's do it tomorrow. I want to sleep." I saw him pout his lips, and I really hated that.

 "Ugh, don't do that, man." I grimaced to his expression.

 I went into my bed, and checked for messages coming from Dad but I haven't really seen one so I put it on beside my pillow. I was about to go to sleep and I heard a loud bang and it woke my brains out and saw Rocky running for his life and I knew he smacked his hands so that I hear it and ran to chase him. While running, he tripped his foot and I managed to shake his body.

 "Why would you do that?" I tried to be serious, but his scared face looked funny to me and I laughed at that. And he laughed at my laugh.

 "You know me, I'm the prank king." He closes his eyes and puts his hands like a crown.

 I quickly stood up and went back to my room and turn the lights off and lied on the bed.

 "This is an exhausting day, but a remarkable day." I sighed and went into dreamland.

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Coffee & Comfort

While studying for midterms at an obscure coffee shop on campus, your (very handsome) professor comes in to do some grading. The two of you share a table since he needs an outlet to charge his laptop, which leads to the start of a forbidden relationship.

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WARNING : DRY HUMPING CONTENT AHEAD

Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching, and you found yourself feeling anxious for whatever Shoto had planned. After your frisky movie date, he was making more of an effort to see you more, sneaking around the library to make out with you in dark corners or “bumping” into you after classes to walk you to your next one. Your weekends were still spent studying, but the two of you tried to ensure that Saturdays were your date nights.

The weekend before Valentine’s Day, you had promised your roommate, Ochaco, that you would help her pick a gift out for her boyfriend, Izuku. The two of you took the subway to Downtown, getting off at the shopping center and immediately getting overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stores.

“Er, do you have an idea of what you want to get him?” you asked.

“Um,” she blinked. “Yes? He’s a huge fan of that superhero persona, uhhh All Might?”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “You mean that cheesy guy with all those TV shows?”

“Yeah,” she flushed. “His dorm room is practically a shrine for him.”

“Well, let’s start with all the comic book and movie good stores,” you offered. “We can go from there.”

The entire morning was spent browsing various comic book and movie merch stores, asking if they had anything limited edition or special to offer. By the time lunch rolled around, Ochaco felt even more overwhelmed and collapsed into the booth, sighing as she threw her purse onto the seat.

“I don’t know what to get him!” she wailed, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Aw Ochaco!” you hurried to her side, rubbing her shoulders reassuringly. “Let’s eat and relax. I think we just need to rejuvenate ourselves!”

You offered to get food first so she could calm herself down, scurrying off to get a poke bowl before returning. She returned with a large burrito, happily stuffing her face with it as the two of you gossiped about your circle of friends. A comfortable silence settled over you as you finished your meals. You were scrolling through your phone when she spoke again.

“Are you seeing someone?”

Your phone slipped from your fingers, falling with a large clang onto the table. Ochaco was appraising you with a calm expression, waiting for you to respond.

“W-what do you mean?”

She shrugged, leaning forward to rest her chin on her folded hands.

“You’re always gone on weekends and you’ve been . . . happier the past few months. Plus, you’re always smiling at your phone.”

You flushed. So much for keeping it a secret.

“Um . . . well you see . . .”

She laughed, waving her hand dismissively.

“I knew it! I know you so well!”

She leaned in then, a smirk on her face.

“So . . . who is he?”

“Um . . .”

Although the idea of telling others about your relationship was still off the table, the two of you were more relaxed at the prospect of others seeing you together. However, outright telling your roommate that you were dating your professor was definitely off the table.

“I met him during one of my classes,” you lied, hoping it sounded believable.

I mean, technically you weren’t lying.

“Oh, which class?”

“Er, my Economics one,” you lied again.

“When am I going to meet him?” she squealed.

“When we’ve been together longer?” you shrugged.

“Hm, he must be a looker if you’re keeping him a secret.”

You gave her a tight smile, asking if she was ready to continue shopping.

***

Shouto asked you to be ready at seven, as he had booked a reservation for an exclusive international steakhouse that was located in Downtown. Given the status of the locale, you had gotten ready really early, taking a long shower to shave practically every part of your body and exfoliating your face. You had taken an hour to curl your hair, making sure each one was nearly perfect before moving on to your makeup. The cherry on top was your outfit, a crop top tank top paired with a long, tan skirt that clung to your waist and hips. Ochaco had helped you pick out the outfit, wishing you good luck on your “hot date” before leaving to go see her own  boyfriend.

You stood nervously outside your dorm, glancing around you and confirming that the parking lot was empty. A bright pair of headlights had you turning your head, and a smile spread on your face at seeing the familiar Acura. You climbed into the passenger seat and felt your heart stop at how absolutely delectable Shouto looked.

His hair was pushed back, revealing every single part of his handsome face. He was dressed in a navy suit, the top buttons of the gray dress shirt underneath undone to reveal his sharp collarbones. The slacks clung to his muscular thighs, and you fought the urge to reach over and squeeze them. His eyes grazed over you, landing on the low cut of your top and how the skirt gave you an elegant appearance.

“You look gorgeous,” he breathed.

“Thanks,” you blushed. “You look breathtaking.”

He leaned over the center console to give you a kiss, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek lovingly. He gave you one last look before pulling out of the parking lot and making his way towards the freeway. The drive was mostly silent, with him asking you how your day had been before falling silent. As the bright lights of the city came into view, you felt excitement bubbling in your throat and reached over to lace your fingers with Shouto’s.

The restaurant was located at the top floor of a hotel, allowing for views of the entire city below you. You clung to Shouto as the host led you towards a table right next to the large ceiling to floor windows. He pulled your chair back for you before pushing it in and settling across from you. While the host droned on about their extensive wine list, you turned to your right and took in the nighttime view, the bright lights of the city twinkling beneath you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You turned to see Shouto staring at you, a small smile on his face. Nodding, you turned to continue admiring the view.

“I never imagined I would ever be dining at a place like this,” you admitted.

He reached across to grab your hand.

“I’ll make sure that you experience everything you’ve ever dreamed of, my love.”

Your heart swelled at his statement and you leaned across to kiss him. The waiter arrived then, greeting you both and wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day. You started off with a bottle of the house Chardonnay and an appetizer of caviar with crackers. When the waiter returned, you settled on the filet mignon while Shouto settled on wagyu beef.

Once the two of you were alone, Shouto leaned across the table to speak to you.

“I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but do you want to come to my place after dinner?”

Going to Shouto’s apartment was a normal part of your routine, but for some reason tonight you were exceptionally nervous. You nodded, assuring him it was fine before leaning across to kiss him again.

“How has your week been? I’m a little sad I couldn’t see you last weekend.”

“Oh, I took my roommate out shopping. She was really stressed about getting her boyfriend a gift.”

“Did she end up finding anything?”

“Er, sort of? He’s a big fan of All Might so she ended up settling on a pajama set.”

“All Might?” Shouto frowned. “That cheesy hero guy?”

“I said the same exact thing!” you laughed.

Your food arrived after that and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. After taking a few bites, Shouto wiped his mouth and cocked his head to the side.

“Love, I have a question for you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Well, you know that my family is . . . well, influential. There is an annual company party we have to celebrate the start of a new fiscal year. I was wondering if you would be my date?”

“Really?”

Your eyes went wide. Was Shouto asking you to meet his family?

“I know it’s a bit daunting, but I do want you to meet my parents. I do foresee us hopefully being together for a long time.”

A light blush settled on his face, eyes looking away in embarrassment.

“Shouto, of course I’ll go with you. Just give me the date and time so I can prepare accordingly, especially with my classes.”

“Of course, love. It won’t be for a while so don’t worry.”

The both of you wrapped up your dinner and returned to his car, tension seeming to build between the both of you. The drive to his apartment seemed longer than usual and you found yourself getting strangely anxious. When his doorman greeted you as usual, you felt nervousness creeping quickly up your throat.

Shouto cleared his throat once you were in his foyer.

“Um, I’ll pour us some drinks.”

With that, he departed down the hallway towards the kitchen. Kicking off your shoes, you padded over to the living room, sinking onto the couch. The sound of Shouto’s footsteps had you turning to see him bringing two glasses of water. He set them down on the coffee table before settling next to you.

“Shall we . . . watch a movie?”

“Sure, I’ll grab a blanket.”

Ironically enough, Shouto chose Valentine’s Day to watch, flipping off the lights so you two were basked in the soft blue light of the TV. Leaning against his shoulder, you forced yourself to relax, trying to focus on the ensemble cast. After a moment, you let your hands rest on his lap, giving his thigh a squeeze. You felt him tense a bit before slowly relaxing. Turning your head slowly, you glanced at him from your peripheral.

You were quickly tugged onto his lap, your back facing the television. Shouto’s eyes were half-lidded, his hands grabbing tightly onto your hips. Before you could react, his lips were on yours hungrily, his tongue quickly slipping out to brush against yours. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking on it tightly in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. The movement had your hips grinding against his, the friction causing you to let out a soft moan.

Shouto’s movements came to a stop and you began to panic.

“Do that again,” he rasped out.

Arousal began to course through you. Giving a small nod, you tried to recreate the movement, shifting your hips back and forth to grind against him. It didn’t take long before you felt something hard prodding against you and you felt your cheeks warm up. Shouto began to react, his hips bucking up to meet yours. The friction was absolutely delicious and you let your hips act on their own accord, trying desperately to feel more.

The grip Shouto had on your hips was tighter but you couldn’t care less. You shut your eyes, throwing your head back as you continued to grind down on him. He was panting below you, head leaning back against the back of the couch as his hips continued to meet yours.

“I-I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” he gasped out.

After a minute, you felt Shouto come to a stop, a strangled groan escaping his lips. You felt something wet beginning to form under you. Embarrassed, Shouto gently pushed you off of him.

“Um, I’ll be right back.”

He shuffled awkwardly off, leaving you confused on the couch. You were worried Shouto was trying to tell you to leave when he hadn’t returned after fifteen minutes. Sighing, you began to gather your things and headed towards the foyer.

“Where are you going?”

Shouto was standing by the TV, hair damp and dressed in comfy clothes. You hesitated before responding.

“It’s getting late. I should be getting home.”

“Let me drive you.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Just call me a taxi.”

You didn’t bother to wait for a response before bustling towards the elevator.