#but ya... so quiet in class and w classmates but outside of it w my twin and/or my best friend i am . Normal

[astrxealis]

bacc from skool

[sugawarassoulmate]

too far away to hold me

Anon asked: bully!samu twisted hurt/comfort,,, where other guys on campus see y/n as easy pickings and try to bully her n somehow the bullying is worse w these strangers ;-(( bc y/n has gotten used to osamu actually

samu doesn't find out until after a while (maybe bc he doesn't ask what's goin on in y/n's life much or she kept it from him) n he's just like 😡😡😡 y/n is MY bully target!!!

you can read all about bully!osamu here if you want context on his relationship with the reader!

this was long-overdue 🥺 i'm finally back in nyc and i'm hoping to update more!!! 🖤

words: 3.3k

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, physical violence, college au, hair pulling, jealously, possessiveness, toxic relationship, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, minors dni

Osamu was getting annoyed.

Noticing that you had been stressed out lately, Osamu decided he’d be nice for once in his life and treat his little cry baby to a night out after class. He waited outside the room for you to come out but you never did. One by one, all your classmates left, and eventually so did your professor. Already growing frustrated, Osamu was about to barge into the room when he heard your voice.

“I told you no, Daishou,” you mumbled softly, grabbing your books. The boy Osamu doesn’t recognize stops you, grip strong on your wrist and that’s when he slams the door open, startling both of you. “Samu—”

Osamu pulls you to his side, barely giving the other boy any attention before getting you out of the room. He doesn’t say a word as he drags you down the hall to his car. Osamu when he’s red in the face and screaming at you was easy to deal with but when he's quiet like this, you’re a bit more worried. “Samu, I told him no—” Osamu turns the car on, interrupting whatever excuse you had ready on the tip of your tongue.

He’s not an idiot, he knows you were trying to push this Daishou kid away. But you were either too nice or too stupid to get the job done. “Who was that?” he asks. Part of him wants to take you back to his place and pound you into the mattress but he figures that could wait, choosing to take you out like he originally planned.

“He’s just some guy in my class,” you explain, twiddling your thumbs, too nervous to look over at him. “I think he wants to go out or something, but I keep telling him I’m not interested.” This gets his attention. Osamu never labeled himself as your boyfriend—you two definitely weren’t dating—but he always felt entitled to you, so hearing that some punk kid trying to come on to you pissed him off.

“Is that all?” Osamu figures you’re hiding something from the way you won’t meet his eyes. Usually, Osamu can’t get you to stop talking about something but you’re keeping your answers short with him today. You let out a small “mmhm…” and Osamu knows there’s more but he decides not to press you.

By the time you two got back to his place later that day, you were exhausted. You were shocked that Osamu bothered to take you out tonight, it’s very rare that he’s so nice —at least, in his way. You could handle the teasing comments made at your expense, it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. He even seemed to be softer than normal.

The front door slams behind you and strong arms circle your waist. “Samu…” you whine, feeling his along your jawline, thick fingers slipping past your jeans. This also wasn’t a surprise, you were wondering when he was gonna get his hands on you. Osamu had a habit of getting jealous anytime someone else got in your personal space. It wasn’t going to take him long to stake his “claim” on you.

“Been wantin’ to do this all day,” he says against your skin, sighing when he feels the slick folds of your cunt against his fingers. “Keep actin’ like a dumb little girl and someone might steal ya away from me.” You can feel his hardening cock pressed against your ass, timidly palming him from behind which forces a growl from his chest.

You two don’t make it to the bed, Osamu bends you over the kitchen counter and tugs your bottoms off. His lips don’t leave your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the skin and, knowing him, he won’t let you cover them up tomorrow. His thick cock stretches your pretty cunt, ramming into you over and over. You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, running down your cheeks. It brings a sick smile to Osamu’s face.

“There’s my fuckin’ cry baby,” he croons condescendingly, pulling your bra down to get at your breasts. The way you sob as he pulls on your nipples will never fail to get him hard. He could tell you like it too with how your cunt choked his cock whenever he manhandled you. “Dirty bitch, bet you’d let anyone use you, hm?”

You’re gripping the counter, trying not to fall over with how harshly Osamu’s movements are. “Just you,” you keen, pain turning into pleasure just like it always does.

Oh? You’re not always receptive like this, giving into Osamu’s possessive nature. Honestly, he wished you’d fight him more often but Osamu can’t ignore the rush of pleasure coursing through his body upon hearing those words come from your lips. “What was that, stupid? Can’t hear ya when yer fuckin’ mumbling like that.”

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head up. “Just you, Samu!” you cry, tears properly flooding from your eyes now. Your gasps of pain contradict the way you’re clamping down on him with your walls. He groans in your ear, hips moving faster as his cock kisses your cervix. Osamu never warns you when about to cum, not when you make that dumb little look of shock every time he does it. But you always have a tell, your thighs start to shake and you grip the nearest surface for purchase.

Fucked ya dumb already? He thinks as he brings his free hand down to fondle your clit. Osamu’s name falls from your mouth over and over while you cream around his cock, almost falling over yourself if it weren’t for his grip on your hair.

Osamu cums inside you, filling you deep with his thick seed. You let out a whine of discomfort, but Osamu slaps your thigh to get you to shut up. He pulls out, leaving you a trembling, pathetic little thing clinging to the countertop as he watches his cum run down your leg. Just to be mean, he collects some of his spunk on his fingers and fucks it back into your cunt, laughing when you cry from sensitivity.

He helps you off the counter before leading you into the bathroom. He starts a bath for you, grumbling the entire time that you were too dumb to do it yourself. But he’s so gentle helping you into the tub, undressing and settling in behind you. “Kiss me?” you ask quietly. Osamu rolls his eyes, grabbing your face and pressing soft kisses against your lips.

You wish Osamu didn’t make you tag along to these things. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his friends, Kita and Aran were sweet and Suna always had a funny meme on his phone to share, but you’d much rather be at home, trying to convince Osamu to cuddle with you on the couch.

But Osamu didn’t ask you to do things. “Can’t you just go without me?” you had complained, not really wanting to put in the effort of changing out of your sweats.

“The boys want to see ya and last time they bitched the entire time when ya stayed home,” Osamu explained, steam still coming off of him from the shower he just took after getting home from the gym. Osamu wasn’t a huge fan of parties either but his friends invited him out and they wouldn’t leave him alone until he promised to bring you.

You were still whining about not wanting to go when Osamu had grabbed you, pressing you close to his still-naked body. “Don’t get all bitchy with me tonight,” he growled in your ear, rubbing his cock against you. "Be a good little dummy and you’ll get this fat cock.” He humps against your ass, forcing a sigh of pleasure from your lips before he releases you, laughing at how easy it was to rile you up.

Which is how you ended up in some rando’s house, sitting on Osamu’s lap while Suna showed you his favorite TikToks. His old teammates seemed to be the only boys Osamu didn’t mind you getting chummy with. Maybe because they’ve known you two (and his brother) for so many years. They were aware how weirdly possessive Osamu got when you were out of his sight for too long—they had seen it firsthand with how he acted when you were with Atsumu. They knew not to pry about the relationship you two had. Maybe they just knew not to poke a sleeping bear.

The party wasn’t too bad. You chatted up some of your classmates and Osamu even loosened up for once, laughing with his buddies and taking a few shots every once in a while. When Osamu had a bit of alcohol in his system, he was sweeter than usual. He pressed a few kisses to the side of your head, whispering how good you looked in your dress. Suna teased you for blushing and you elbowed him, mumbling “it’s not like that”

“Who’re you trying to convince?” Suna said back, you opened your mouth to tease him when you heard someone calling your name.

“Is that my favorite classmate?” you grimaced once you recognized him, sleazy green eyes meeting yours. Daishou slithered his way from the other side of the room, standing in front of where you were sitting with the boys. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

Osamu must have felt your body tense because his arms tightened around your waist, steel eyes glaring at Daishou. “Don’t push yer fuckin’ luck, kid,” he says, alcohol heavy on his breath. Daishou falters for a second but his sniveling smirk is back on his face almost immediately, taking a step as if he’s about to reach for you but Osamu is quick to stop him. “Walk away from her now. I won’t be askin’ again.”

You could tell Daishou wasn’t ready to give up just yet, but his chances against Osamu and three of his teammates weren’t looking great. He gave you a quick wink before heading back into the crowd of faceless people. Osamu was still stewing, grip on you never wavering. Kita and Aran initiate conversation while Suna grabs him another drink. But it’s your hand on top of his that calms him down.

After a while, things are back to normal. You take a few glances at the other party go-oers and can’t find Daishou anymore. For once, you feel relieved and even a bit adventurous. You grab Osamu’s hand, getting his attention. “Dance with me,” His eyebrow quirks.

“That desperate to get me close to ya, dummy?” he slurs, eyes growing heavy. His words hold no venom, it’s second nature at this point to call you that. Osamu doesn’t put up much of a fight when you pull him to the center of the room, holding him close as you sway to the music blaring from the speakers. You’re bound to get an earful tomorrow when he sobers up. He’ll probably take you from behind, taunting you for acting like such a “needy whore” tonight. The thought sends surges of pleasure through your body.

Osamu grinds into you chuckling deeply in your ear while you wrap your arms around his neck. Most people are probably confused when they see you two—Osamu’s mocking you one minute and kissing you the next. The whole time you’re in his shadow, never too far away. You figured out a long time ago that it’s really nobody’s business what you two do at this point, somehow it’s managed to work all these years.

You two danced for a bit more before you pulled away from his side and, almost immediately, his arms reached out for you, a stern look on his face. “I just need to pee,” you tell him and he, reluctantly, lets go of you. He grumbles something about not making him wait before you walk away.

The bathroom downstairs was occupied so you headed upstairs and, thankfully, it was empty. You washed your hands when you were done, thinking about stopping to get another drink in the kitchen before going back to Osamu. You probably shouldn’t make him wait too long but he’s having a good time tonight, so he might just go a bit easy on you today.

You step out of the bathroom, ready to head back downstairs when you feel someone snatch your wrist. For a second, you assume it’s Osamu but the body you’re pulled into feels unfamiliar. You feel your skin crawl when someone whispers into your ear.

“Finally got you separated from your little bodyguard,” Daishou says, crowding your personal space until he has you backed into a wall. You’re quick to open your mouth, ready to tell him that you’re not interested in anything he wants. But Daishou leans in close as if he’s about to kiss you. “Don’t get a fucking bratty with me, I just want to talk.” You want to push him away but you’re frozen, unsure of what to do. Osamu will come to look for you if he notices you’ve been gone too long, right? But he’s been drinking so much tonight, you’re not sure if it slipped his mind.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say, hand on his chest to try to place some distance between you, but Daishou grabs it, nails digging into your skin.

“Why? Your fucking boyfriend gonna get mad or something?” the way he says the word makes you cringe, which he notices right away. “Not your boyfriend? Then why were you dancing with him like a slut out there?” You pluck enough courage to shove him away, trying to race down the stairs back to your friends when you feel Daishou’s fingers in your hair, tugging you back to him. “Stop being such a fucking bit—”

It happens pretty quickly after that. One second you’re in near tears as Daishou’s pulling your hair at the root, the next Daishou’s on the floor holding his jaw. You look up and Osamu has you in his arms, eyes practically bulging out of his head in anger. He doesn’t say a word while he snatches your hand, forcing you down the stairs and past his teammates who’re dumbstruck. Too drunk to drive, Osamu decides to walk the couple of blocks to his house, dragging you along with him.

“You’re hurting—” but Osamu keeps yanking your arm anyway, not letting you stray too far away. It’s hard to keep up with his pace, every so often you’ll end up nearly tripping on yourself.

“He’s done that before, hasn’t he?” Osamu asks, reaching for his keys with his free hand as you two near the house.

“Never that rough,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. “Usually he’ll just say mean things to me, never shoves me around like that.” Osamu opens the front door, gestures you inside first before locking it behind him. He’s pissed, angry in a way you’ve never seen him.

He reaches over and grabs you by the jaw. “Why the fuck did ya not tell me?”

It’s hard to look him in the eye but Osamu tightens his grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean... you do the same thing.” His hold suddenly loosens, eyes boring into your soul as his brain registers what you told him. “You do the same thing” Now Osamu’s wondering if Daishou’s the only one who’s treated you like this when he’s not around. He wonders how much you’re not telling him.

“Excuse me?”

You furrow your brows at him as if he asked a stupid question. “Oh, come on, Samu. Like you never pulled my hair before? Or spilled beer all over me at a party?” you cross your arms. “Or flipped my skirt up to look underneath?” You must not notice the way Osamu tenses up. Was someone else touching you like he did?

“Who else?” he takes a step close to you, eyes widening as all the thoughts start playing in his head. Has someone else been picking on you? Fucking you? Dumb little y/n that’s always been his to torment? “It’s not just Daishou, who else has it been?”

You wonder what has Osamu so upset but you tell him anyway. You tell him that Daishou’s the only one who’s gone as far as putting his hands on you but that doesn’t stop other people from teasing you. There’s Matsukawa in your chem class who slaps books out of your hands every other day. Konoha who forces you to let him cheat off your exams in calculus. Futakuchi who makes comments about your ass on days you wear a skirt. “They see how we are and they think I’m easy pickings…” You can’t believe Osamu’s never noticed—maybe it’s because people only dare to do it when he’s not around.

Osamu says nothing the whole way back to his house, doesn’t even bother slamming you against the wall and having his way with you like he normally would when he’s pissed off. Little do you know, Osamu is stewing. Your words keep replaying in his mind along with the names of everyone you mentioned.

He’s got some work to do.

The next few days are... weird to say the least. Daishou turns up to class with a busted lip and actively avoids you. No more comments under his breath or trying to grab at you when the professor isn’t looking. You weren’t surprised by that with the way Osamu leveled him to the ground. Daishou definitely isn’t looking for a rematch and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying how he cowered every time he walked past you.

You gripped your books before heading to chem a few days later, knowing Matsukawa would snatch them out of your hands once he got the chance. But as you round the corner, you notice that one of his hands is wrapped up with tape as if he sprained it or something. Instead of tripping you or slapping your books away, Matsukawa pulls your chair out for you and says he’ll carry your books to your next class. Still, you don’t think much of it.

It starts getting really weird when Konoha is offering to do your homework for you. Apologizing for all those times he’s cheated off of you, even asking if he could study with you sometime before taking back his invitation, eyes looking everywhere but at you. But it’s when Futakuchi Kenji walks into class that you’re truly puzzled.

It was a hot day and you groaned when you remembered you had class with Futakuchi today. Whenever you wore a skirt or a pair of shorts to alleviate the heat, you could feel his eyes leering at you. He’d sit next to you and lightly brush the material against his skin. Mumbling an “oops” under his breath he’d grab at your thighs, raking his fingers down them.

But today Futakuchi shows up with a black eye and keeps his hands to himself, not even sparing you one single glance. When you call him out on it, he doesn’t say anything—just looks down at his hand like he’s scared. The few times you two end up brushing against each other, he’s quick to apologize and scoot as far away from you as possible. When class ends, you try to make conversation—to try to understand what’s his damage. But Futakuchi books it once the professor dismisses you all.

Strange.

Little did you know, Osamu’s been keeping himself busy. Tracking down all those boys who think they can lay a claim on you—who thought you would be their little punching bag. Those fucking losers didn’t know who they were messing with. Osamu’s had you in his clutches since the playground. Of course, they didn’t listen at first when Osamu told them to stay the fuck away, but he’s always been good at persuasion.

And now that he has you laid out on his bed babbling about how “fucking good” his cock feels, Osamu can rest easy knowing that nobody will try to mess with you anymore.

You belonged to him and him only.

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[nightowlfandom]

Bully! Park Jimin- I’m Your Devil (DIRRRRTTYY)

So...I got a new computer and I have no clue how to screenshot on it as of now...and tbh I don’t feel like figuring out how. SO I’m gonna be experimenting with some layouts but until then you just have these annoying announcements.

Anyways, ANON ASKS  🧑🏿‍🎤  🧑🏿‍🎤  🧑🏿‍🎤 (you know who you are wink wink)

may I request a really aggressive schoolbully!jimin / sadistic!jimin smut inspired by the songs daddy issues, into it, and the hills :) 

Y’all some masochists but I ain’t mad.

Just know ya worth and if anyone treats you like this in real life, punch them in the balls. That being said, This is also LOOOONG. I didn’t plan for it to be but yeah. ALSO I GOT YOUR OTHER ASK SO I GOT CHU. I’m not sure if this is good but I hope I did you justice.

Reader who isn’t a virgin, really mean bully man, more foreplay than actual smut lol sorry, touch of diet-angst

Leggo.

...

“Okay class, what do you think the author was trying to say when she was describing her relationship with Damien?”

You sat at your desk, chin propped up in your hand as you gazed off longingly into space. This was one of the rare times you decided to pay attention because your class was reading your favorite book. “The Young Devil” (Completely made up lol). 

“She’s obviously a broken woman if she thinks Damien is ever gonna change his ways. She’s a stiff.” a comment made you practically fall forward. You turned your head to find the culprit of who said such a thing about your favorite character. “Anyways, she’s too safe. She couldn’t handle his issues.”

“Well maybe if Damien made an effort to open himself up, Belle wouldn’t have to pry so hard.” another girl rolled her eyes. “Men always think women can’t handle what they throw when in reality we take the heat for your dumb asses.”

“Interesting conversation. Y/N, what do you think?” the teacher took note that you were paying more attention and turned her sights on you. “What do you think about the dynamic between Damien and Belle?”

You cursed yourself for looking too interested. You hated speaking. “I...Um.” you opened your mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. “I think Damien’s refusal to allow Belle to see the other side of him not only puts their mental connection at risk, but physical as well.” you replied. 

“What do you mean physical?” she egged you on to elaborate. “As in sex?”

“W-well, yes and no.” you shrugged. “Belle prides herself on building connection through touch. She can’t have sex with Damien because she doesn’t feel loved by him. To him sex is just a thing you do. He gets his pleasure from bullying her, that’s his high.” you explained. “She claims she doesn’t care but if she didn’t, she wouldn’t spend her time wishing he was different...or something.” you played with your hands, staring down at your fingers.

The teacher stared at you before a smile broke out on her face. “Excellent analysis, Y/N!” she clapped her hands together. You returned the smile with the tiny bit of confidence that built up inside you. “Yes, Jimin did you have something you wanted to add?”

You turned your head to find the always mouthy Park Jimin lazily raising his hand. “She likes being bullied by him.” he said as if it was a matter of fact. 

“Excuse you?” you couldn’t help but speak out. Suddenly the entire class was quiet. They had never heard you speak so abruptly before. “What the hell do you mean she likes it.”

“She wouldn’t put up with it if she didn’t like it.” he raised an eyebrow. “She could just tell him to leave her alone, get lost or something.”

“How in the hell would Belle enjoy someone like Damien embarrassing her every minute he gets. Are we reading the same book?” you sat up straight crossing your arms. 

“Now this is getting interesting.” the teacher mumbled.

“You can tell by her actions. The rush of her blood when she blushes, the way she stammers over her words, the way she listens to his every word...much like you are right now, princess.” he winked. His smug grin alone made your blood boil.

“Oh and I suppose his possessive ways are warranted in your eyes too aren’t they.” you scoffed.

“Maybe, I mean she even says herself she feels cared about.” he shrugged.

“Because Damien is a manipulative dickhead!” you snapped. “He obviously wants her around because she’s the only girl who gives a shit about his life and he’d feel lost without her.” you snarled. “Then again I would expect this point of view from a man who changes bitches like he changes his underwear.” (A/N we don’t hate women here).

“Language Miss. L/N.” the teacher spoke. You rolled your eyes, glaring at Jimin one last time before facing forward. The whole class was silent.

“Nice one Y/N” a girl on your opposite side nudges you.

“Not bad for a quiet girl.” a boy piped up.

...

As classes were let out for the day you wordlessly avoided the looks you got from your other classmates. You walked down the halls, holding your books tightly to your chest. 

“Oi, Hey L/N!” 

You weren’t sure if the sound of Jimin’s voice made you wanna speed up or slow down. It didn’t matter because he went as far as to run and stop right in front of you. 

“Um..What?” you looked up at him.

“Oh, not excited to see me?” he scoffed with a sadistic smile. You didn’t know what he was planning but you didn’t like it. “Way to try and debate me in class today, who knew you had a mouth on you.”

“I was just answering the teachers question..I don’t want any trouble..” you clutched your books even tighter. Before he could reply a girl ran up, practically attaching herself to him. 

“JIMMY YOU HAVE DANCE PRACTICE!” she practically screeched. “Why are you talking to her?”

“Oh...Y/N here was-” he paused. “Just confessing her undying love for me!”

“What! No I wasn’t!” you tried to deny, but it was too late. Everyone who was around heard him. “I don’t have a crush on you!” You felt your face heart up.

“Oh Y/N, You don’t have to hide it! Why else would you speak to me passionately in class today.” his sick grin never left his face. You could tell this was his revenge for embarrassing him in class. “You were telling me all about how you couldn’t sleep another night without telling me. How you want me in more ways than one.”

He spoke loud enough so others could hear.

“That’s not true!” you snapped. You were trembling. Humiliation filled your body and was overflowing, much like the tears of embarrassment you couldn’t fight anymore. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have to hide it anymore. I know everything. The love letters, the staring-”

“What?!”

But it was too late, people were already giggling and staring at you with pity. You took one last look at Jimin, who was already walking away, gleefully accepting the high fives from the pigs who dared to say ‘Nice score.’

“Are you alright, Y/N?’ a girl came up to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Should we go to the headmaster?” 

You didn’t answer, you just ran. You ran out the school, unknowingly into the pouring rain. It seemed the sky matched your mood today. You let out all the tears, not caring who saw or who looked at you as if you had lost your mind. Your house was far, but you didn’t care about that either. In that moment you felt as helpless as the character you loved dearly, Belle. 

...

You ignored everyone the next day, even your small group of lunch buddies. You worked alone, you sat alone at lunch, and by the time free period had rolled around, you had opted to hide. However, just as you prepared yourself to leave, who else but Jimin to stopped you in the middle of the halls. 

“Well if it isn’t my little admirer!” Jimin spoke loud enough to capture the attention of those around you. He ‘accidentally’ slapped your books out of your hands. “Oh, I’m sorry Y/N...Go ahead, pick those up.”

Without another word you knelt down, only to have him kick one of your books to the side. “What’s this! A diary!” 

A brown and black leather bound hardcover book sat at his feet. You instantly scrambled to get it, but he had managed to get his hands on it. “Isn’t this interesting!” 

“Jimin please don’t-!” you stood up, forgetting about your textbooks.

“Dear friend,-” he cleared his throat dramatically as he flipped through the pages of your diary.

Dear journal,

My life is nothing like stories I read about all the time. Each and every night I’d wish for my handsome devil to come. Come and take me away from here, away from the hate, away from the commotion, away from Park fucking Jimin. I don’t know what I’ve done to make him hate me the way he does. I just wish he’d be nice to me...just once. But that is one wish I know won’t come true. He’s just a sadistic asshole who bullies me because he knows I won’t say a word.

So why do i-

You snatched the book out of his hands before he could read any more, this time you were seething with rage. “If you EVER touch my property again I will- I’ll-”

“You’ll do what princess?” he smiled cheekily. “You won’t do a thing to me and we both know it...you’re just like that Belle chick. That handsome devil of yours is just a fever dream, get over it-.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather live in a dream than talk to Satan himself.” you snapped. “You’re just the devil.” you whimpered. “Why do I even put up with you?” you sighed. Jimin suddenly stepped forward. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.

You felt his lips touch the side of your mouth, had you moved just a bit more, he would have been on your lips. “Because you love me.”

....

“For this project, I will be assigning you partners

Oh shit...please no. God, no. Dear lord if anyone can hear-

“Alex and Jackson. Lisa and Mark, Y/N and Jimin-”

“Fuck.” you mouthed. You dared looked next to you. Jimin was playfully leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand. He winked at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“You will be doing book reports on The Young Devil. You choose the topic, this is due in two weeks. I recommend you get together outside of school.”

As class let out, Jimin followed you. “Sooo, partner! When am I coming over?”

“When pigs fly.” you answered sourly.

“Saturday at 7:00 you said? I’ll be there!” he threw an arm around your waist. “See you there, babe.”

“You don’t even know my address!” you called after him as he walked off. That probably wasn’t the best idea because everyone was staring at you again. “NO! BECAUSE WE HAVE A PROJECT....Nevermind.” you groaned. 

... (Saturday 7:30 PM)

“You’re late.” you seethed as you pulled open the door. Jimin sauntered in and you slammed the door.

Soon it was silent between you two. Before he could open his mouth, you left him standing there to bolt up the stairs. Jimin, being himself followed you. To be honest, you were already starting without him.

“Do you live alone?” he asked, noticing how empty your home was.

“I do.” you replied curtly. “My parents travel around a lot, so I never see them.” you shrugged. “They help me out though.”

“So mommy and daddy take care of everything-”

“You don’t know me.” you cut him off. You sat down at your desk and pulled up your notes, proceeding to work. “They help me because they care...unlike some people.” you scoffed.  “Shut up so I can concentrate.”

“I thought this was a partner thing.” you heard your bed creak. “I think we should put out minds...maybe bodies together and think of a concept.”

“I already have one.” you cut him off.

“Enlighten me.”

“If Damien hadn’t changed by the end of the book, would Belle still be with him.” you mused aloud.

“Probably.”

“....” you didn’t reply, because you didn’t want to admit he was right. Probably the only time you’d ever agree with him on anything. 

“What? Still mad at me for reading your little diary?” he asked. Once again, you ignored him. Suddenly, your chair was turned around abruptly and you were now staring at a red faced Jimin. “I don’t like being ignored, doll.”

He was so close, your noses were practically touching. You froze up, afraid to move. 

“Why are you so mean?” you found yourself asking. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Other than refuse to drop that good girl act of yours? We’re a dysfunctional two peas in a pod. I’m an asshole and you’re too much of a stiff to stop me.”

“Act?” you looked confused. “I don’t have an act.” you attempted to defend yourself. 

“Hm...that face you make is kind of hot.” he smirked. He slid his fingertips under your chin. Your vision went blurry, unable to process everything. You absent-mindedly began playing with the hem of your sweater.

(SMUT AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

“What is your deal!?” you found yourself getting angry as you stood up. Jimin stepped back looking startled. “You’re messing with my fucking head and I’ve had enough! Jimin what did I ever do to you?” you felt it again. Humiliation. “I’m not asking you to be my friend but the least you could do is be nice to me!”

“I don’t do nice, sweetheart. Like you said, I’m the devil.” he walked up to you. “Your blush is like a drug to me.” he laughed. “It’s cute.” he rested his hands on either side of your face. “Fuck, I kinda wanna kiss you right now. Do you wanna kiss me?”

YES!

“Yes, I mean no! I mean yes- I mean maybe, I mean fuck!”

Not even a second later, Jimin’s lips were over yours. Despite his bullying, his kiss was gentle. You practically melted. He protectively wrapped an arm around your waist. Your thoughts on the project were long gone. Jimin couldn’t figure out why he felt so protective of you all of a sudden, but thoughts ran through his head. Thoughts that if anyone else kissed you, touched, you even looked your way...he’d go ballistic.

And fuck, you were a great kisser. He held the back of your head with his free hand, guiding you into his touch, which you followed perfectly. His tongue slid through the gap in your mouth, yearning to taste you more. You felt lightheaded as if your heart was about to give out. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I’m so cruel because I don’t know how to act around you.” he whispered. “Maybe I’m trying to be the devil you want so bad.” you could see a flash of sadness in his eyes, which was quickly replaced with lust. “I wanna be your devil, Y/N...”

He kissed you again, this time his warm hands slithered under your clothes. You were by no means a virgin, but the way you felt made you feel shy and exposed. Jimin walked you back towards your bed and practically threw you on the plush surface while he rid himself of his shirt. Your bodies practically melted together, bodies meeting in a sweaty mass of limbs that explored one another. 

Be fumbled with your pants, almost tearing them off you. He gave you a sadistic smile before ghosting his lips over both your thighs. Your legs shook, trying to keep them steady. 

“Have you ever...done anything with anyone?” he asked.

“Once, but nothing special.” you admitted. “It was straight to the point.” you shrugged.

“Then I guess I have nothing to compete against.” he bit his lips. “You smell so good here.” he shuddered. “I wanna-”

He yanked down your panties next. His lips ghosted over your slit, pressing feather light kisses against you. 

You held your breath, unable to register what was going on. His fingers met your clit, sliding his fingers through your slickness. Before you could say another word, Jimin licked a stripe up your slit. You bucked your hips, only to be held down. He sucked harshly at your clit before playing with your little bud with his tongue. 

“F-fuh-” you couldn’t even muster up the words as Jimin played with you. 

“Fuck Y/N.” he groaned. You felt his fingers slid inside of you, coating his fingers in your water. “I don’t know what’s hotter, the look on your face or the way your-”

“D-don’t say it!” you cut him off. “I’m warning you!”

“What?” you could just see she shit-eating grin on his face. “You mean pussy? The way this pussy takes my fingers so well?” (Now from the top, make it drop- I’ll shut up)

He abruptly removed his fingers which made your back arch and lurch upwards. You sat up on his elbows only to witness Jimin rid himself on his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw his hardness. You couldn’t look away. 

“See something you like?” his voice made you snap out of it. He bit his lip with a grin. He grabbed your legs and aligned himself with you, teasing the hell out of your entrance, just barely touching you with his length. “Am I your devil, Y/N?”

“God, yes.” you couldn’t fight it anymore. 

Slowly, he slid in, groaning at the feel of you around his dick. “Shit Y/N...How the hell am I gonna move when you’re so t-tight. I won’t last 10 seconds.” he whimpered. He slowly thrust again, your juices creating a deep echo in the room. “Hah...Ungh...f-fu” he planted his hands on the bed, one either side of your head. “Y/N...You don’t know what you do to me.”

“J-jimin.” you mirrored his voice, wrapping your arms around his neck. “P-please?”

That was all the motivation he needed to start moving. 

Your moans and yells echoes through the room, the clapping sound of flesh hitting flesh bounced off the walls. Sweat kept your bodies practically glues together. His fingers moved everywhere. Grabbing your sweater that for some reason was still on, grabbing your legs to pull you back into him. Your face to move your hair out of the way so he could witness the euphoria written shamelessly on your face. His jaw went slack and he felt himself getting to that part, and he could tell you were close too.

You were first, practically convulsing under him, screams of his name escaping your lungs.

“ARGH, FUCK!” He followed suit and immediately removed himself from you, only to spray himself...all over your sweater and legs. He felt forward, practically shaking against you. He messily kissed you, not bothering to think about neatness as his tongue invaded your mouth for the umpteenth time.

“Mind if I crash here tonight?” he laughed as he plopped next to you. 

“Sure.” you breathlessly replied. “Project can wait till tomorrow.”

As you drifted off to sleep, Jimin shimmied out of bed and walked over to the open window. He felt the breeze on his skin and closed his eyes. “Please.” He whispered. “I want to treat her well...don’t let me fuck it up.” He silently wished before joining you in bed again, protectively wrapping his arms around you. “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N...I’m your devil....”

...

Cheesy ending I know but what did ya think?! 

[bakuwhoabro]

cold like ice, warm like fire. > inatodo

2,429 words

"Now as you know, you are here to get your provisional licenses, but we know you guys are just kids and you need a break every now and then. So we are allowing you to roam free at the location we're headed to." Gang Orca explained loudly as everyone loaded onto the bus. 

Todoroki, as well as Bakugou,  climbed into the usual monotone bus, both curious to where they would be going today. 

"Where do you think they are taking us, Fellas?" Camie, a student from Shiketsu High School, flung her arm the multi-colored haired male's right shoulder. Todoroki glanced at the girl, unfazed by her friendliness. They both had been taking these classes alongside each other and she was more than happy to make new friends. She also seemed to have some sort of crush on him as well. While she was a beautiful girl, he didn't have the same feelings. She was a good friend though. He did mention this to her after many attempts for his number, which she understood. "We can still be great friends!", she had grinned and said. 

"I don't know. They always surprise us." Todoroki replied honestly. 

"Hm, I hope it's a spa! But that's just wishful thinking, fam." The girl laughed before removing her arm as she moved a few seats over to sit beside her friend, Inasa Yoarashi, another student from Shiketsu. Todoroki wasn't sure how he felt about Inasa. He was definitely nice and friendly, much like Camie. He and Todoroki didn't get along at first, them both failing the Provisional License Exam because of it. But now that they had more time to talk and hang out, they seem to be good friends. 

"Todoroki! Over here!" The taller male waved excitedly. Todoroki looked to Bakugou, who had his earphones in and was ignoring everyone. Bakugou seemed fine to be left on his own. He nodded and waited for the bus to stop momentarily before moving down about 5 seats. 

"Hello." 

"Good Morning! How'd you sleep?" Inasa asked immediately, like always. He always seemed concerned if Todoroki was sleeping and eating okay. Which confused him, but it wasn't doing him any harm to answer. 

"I slept fine. Though Sero, a fellow classmate who dorms next to me, was playing music pretty late. He has an interesting music taste." 

"Ah, yeah. I understand how that feels. My older brother likes to play loud music at night. I usually just wear earplugs. And if it's really loud, I'll just play my own music and wear headphones." 

"Hm." 

"So uh," Inasa cleared his throat, glancing to Camie who was typing on her phone, then back to Todoroki. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could hang out today at wherever they are taking us. Ya' know, we do the classes together and stuff but we've never really hung out, as uh friends." 

Todoroki thought over his offer. He was right, they had never hung out outside of the classes. They did live a good distance away from each other. And only saw each other a few times a week. Camie had given his number to Inasa, which was interesting. Inasa could have just asked him. Camie claimed he was too afraid to ask. People did tend to be intimidated by him at first. So they did text from to time. 

"Sure, why not." He replied, which made Inasa smile widely. 

"Awesome! This is going to be so fun!" Todoroki looked to the hand that had been placed on his left shoulder, an eyebrow raised. It took a second for Inasa to realize. And as he did, he quickly removed his hand. 

"I'm s-sorry! Please forgive me, I should have asked if that was okay!" 

Todoroki furrowed his brows slightly, why was he so distraught? It was just his shoulder. It's not like Inasa held his hand or anything. Not that Todoroki had imagined that ever happening. 

"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting it is all." 

"Whew! Okay. I'll keep my hands to myself." Inasa even went as far as to clamp his hands together on his lap, like it was a struggle for him. Which confused Todoroki even more. That was a common emotion that he felt around Inasa. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. 

"Alright. We've arrived. Be sure to be on your behavior. And maybe we'll consider doing this again. Walk off the bus in an orderly fashion." Gang Orca instructed. They did as instructed, walking off the bus slowly. Todoroki looked around the area once his feet hit the ground. He noticed a building in front of them, Masutafu Area Ice Rink. They took them to an ice skating rink.

"The fuck is this? Ice Skating?" Bakugou looked up to the building, clearly unsure of the whole situation. Todoroki wondered how Bakugou would be on the ice. Maybe he could take a picture to show Kirishima and the other students. 

"It seems to be so." Was all he said before the Shiketsu students walked off the bus.

'Whoa! Ice Skating, cool!" Inasa gasped once he noticed the words on the building.

"Hm, I've never been. I've always wanted to go. This is lit." Camie started to walk towards the building, leading the way for the Shiketsu and U.A students. 

Once inside, the teachers got everyone accounted for and told them to get their skates. Bakugou stalked behind him, Inasa and Camie. He seemed very wary of the rink beside them. Oh, this would be fun. Finally, something Bakugou wasn't great at. 

"What size are you, Todoroki?" 

Todoroki coughed, apparently choking on air. "Uh, size?" 

"For the skates?" Inasa seemed confused. Oh right, the skates. 

"Size 7." Todoroki watched as Inasa informed the person manning the skates. And he took the pair Inasa was handing to him with a quiet 'Thank you'. He walked over to the benches and sat to slip on the skates. What was up with him? He suddenly felt nervous to hang out with Inasa today. There was no way he could bail, and he didn't want too. He just felt, off suddenly. This feeling wasn't new though. It came randomly, like when Inasa came to close or said something questionable. He would be fine. Plus, he loved Ice Skating. He'd make makeshift ice rinks at his home on the small pond the owned. He skated with his siblings, and even his father recently. 

"Are you ready? I'm super excited. I think I've been skating once, like when I was young. So this will be really fun! How about you, Todoroki?" Inasa walked up beside him, extra tall due to the skates. 

"I skate at home, I use my quirk to make mini ice rinks from time to time. So I guess I would say I'm somewhat experienced." He explained while wobbling to his feet. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Inasa moved to help him, but drew his hands back with a pinched expression. It looked like he was silently scolding himself. 

"Let's go." Todoroki nodded towards the half door that led to the ice. He could feel the ghost of a smile appear on his face, he wondered if Inasa noticed. 

He stepped onto the ice, doing a little spin gracefully. Yeah, he definitely missed this. To his right was Bakugou, who looked like a baby deer learning to walk. He was gripping onto the wall like if he let go he would die. Camie was doing figure eights basically around the blond male. That angered him, but Camie just laughed and went to grab his arm. She seemed to be helping him. Todoroki placed his phone back into his pocket, he'd keep that picture for later. Possible blackmail. Who knows? 

"Whoa! That's slippery! More than I thought." Inasa had one foot placed on the ice, left hand holding onto the wall, right hovering in the air in front of him. Todoroki watched as he slowly moved his other foot to the ice as well as his right hand to the wall. He seemed new to the ice, which was to be expected if he only skated once in his life. 

"Do you need help?" He asked, skating over to him with ease. Inasa seemed amazed with how smoothly he was moving, which he said aloud. 

"Ah, it's nothing. I've just been skating for years. But, I could teach you. If you like." 

"Really? I'd love that! I want to skate as good as you! Teach me your ways!" Inasa grinned but it wavered when Todoroki grabbed his left hand. "W-wait? You're going to hold my hand?" 

"I mean, I don't have too. But it could help you balance." Todoroki replied, unaware of the flustered mess beside him. Inasa looked at his hand, then the ice, then at him, then back at his hand. He seemed to be working something out in his head. 

"Okay. That's fine." He said as he breathed out. Todoroki nodded and grabbed his hand. 

"Alright, now. Just move like you are walking to start out. And when you feel comfortable you can start to slide your feet." He moved beside Inasa slowly, still pretty close to the wall. He didn't mind though. He let Inasa take his time. And soon enough, they started to move a little faster. 

"See, you're getting it." Todoroki smiled. Inasa laughed as he moved across the ice with slight ease. 

"You're a good teacher! This is so fun! Thank you, Shoto." Inasa halted his movements abruptly, causing himself to slip. And his grip on Todoroki's hand tightened, proceeding to take him down with him. Todoroki yelped as he landed onto the cold ice, his left hand landing on Inasa's chest. He felt his heart racing. Was he okay?

"Are you hurt?" Todoroki questioned, sitting up and rubbing his head. 

"Oh god, this is a nightmare." He heard Inasa whisper. He just breathed a laugh. 

"It's just a fall, Inasa. It happens all the time." 

"No no, not just the fall. I called you...Shoto." Inasa had his arm thrown over his face, which unknown to Todoroki, was covering a blush. 

Oh, he had done that. For some reason, it went right over his head at the time. But now he felt his face warm, a huge contrast to the freezing ground beneath him. Not many people called him by his first name. And he...didn't mind that Inasa addressed him like that. 

So he just stood up and held out his hand, nudging the male slightly with his foot. "You know what, I prefer you call me Shoto from now own." 

Inasa looked up to him, a now noticeable red hue danced on his cheeks. It suited him, he thought. Todoroki ignored the fuzzy feeling in his stomach as that thought came and passed. It didn't mean anything. Probably. Inasa took his hand gratefully and found his footing. 

"Now I think your pick caught the ice, explaining the fall. Be careful not to move your foot down like that. You'll trip." He even moved his foot in the motion that showed Inasa how not to position his foot. He didn't want Inasa to hurt himself. 

"Yeah, the pick! Okay! I won't do that again. Could you show me how to stop correctly?" 

He obliged and showed him the right way to stop, and Inasa copied. He was a fast learner. And for the rest of the time they had left, they did laps around the rink. It even got to the point where Inasa didn't need help. But for some reason, his hand never left Todoroki's. And he didn't mind at all. 

But their fun came to an end as Gang Orca called for them rather loudly. They all got off the ice, Bakugou even going as far as to flip off the ice. He didn't get it as quickly as Inasa did. Camie seemed to be a natural. She was doing many tricks that took some people months to learn.

Skates were returned and legs were starting to ache from the workout. They all fumbled onto the bus and laid out on the seats. This time Todoroki sat beside Inasa, who was chatting about some app on his phone. 

"See here? You tap the bowls to feed the cats. And you collect them in a way. It's called 'Neko Atsume'. Since you said you liked cats, I found some cat-related games you might like." Inasa held his phone in between them. Todoroki reached out to tap the phone screen, 'feeding' the cats. He felt himself smile. He knew he would spend countless hours on this game. 

"There you go! You're great at his game." Inasa grinned up at him. Todoroki returned it, Inasa was 100% right. He loved cats. 

As they neared U.A, Inasa sat up a little straighter. "Uh! Shoto? Could we maybe do this again, outside of classes? Let's say this weekend?" 

Todoroki eyed the boy. He was asking him to hang out this weekend. That same red hue was prominent on his cheeks. Todoroki was now more confident in his thoughts. He found Inasa's red cheeks adorable, almost as adorable as cats. He wasn't sure what that meant. But he was willing to find out. 

"Sure. I'll text you later and we can figure out the details." He nodded, his bag now on his back and he was leaving the bus. 

"Cool! Awesome! I'll see you this weekend!" He smiled widely. 

"It's a date." Todoroki winked before exiting the bus. His heart raced as he watched the bus start to drive away. He could hear the shocked exclamations from Inasa to Camie from an open window.

"He said it was a date! Holy--!" Just a taste of what was to come for Camie. Camie squealed and congratulated him. That's how the rest of their week would go. 

"You have a date? Since when did people find you attractive?" Bakugou snickered. Todoroki just rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder. 

"I would keep quiet if I were you. I have pictures of you from today." He grinned when he heard Bakugou start to sputter. 

"You wouldn't dare Half and Half!" He called after Todoroki as he walked into the dorm building. Little did Bakugou know that Todoroki 'accidentally' sent the picture to the class group chat.

As he drifted to sleep that night, his mind lingered on Inasa. He fell asleep, heart warm. He had a date. A date with Inasa of all people. But he couldn't be happier.

[wonjaekook]

What the Cat Had to Say

A/N: This wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with writing because I was never the biggest HP fan (I never finished the books oops) and I was unsure about some of the lore, but hopefully this is an okay take on it ^^ yes, the switching between past and present tense is intentional. Sorry if that makes it a bit difficult to read at times.

21 Tropes: 10. Harry Potter AU + white w/Taeyong

Description: Eight years ago, in your Care of Magical Creatures class, you met Taeyong.

Word Count: 9.6k

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: umm, there’s a pistol mentioned at one point? but there’s no actual violence, near-drowning?

You first met Taeyong in your Care of Magical Creatures class in your third year at Hogwarts. Actually, that’s a little bit of a lie.

You first saw Taeyong on the train to school in your first year. You hadn’t known him at the time, but you saw him through the window of the sliding door into the compartment he was in, sitting alone. Your childhood friend and a Ravenclaw one year older than you, Moon Taeil, pulled you along, taking you to sit with him and some other kids you didn’t know. It wasn’t much of an impression, but you can still remember a lonely boy looking out the window, his head resting on his fist as the forests and hills passed in a blur outside. You were later sorted into Ravenclaw and he into Hufflepuff, so you didn’t see much of him that year anyways.

Your second year, you heard a lot about Taeyong. At the beginning of the year, he was known for excelling in Herbology, but that reputation quickly shifted. As Taeyong likes to call it, second year was his “mean year.” He was still talented with herbs, but nasty rumors spread about him cursing another student who hadn’t re-enrolled that year. People started looking at him differently. You admit that you were influenced by what you heard as well, but it later came out that the people who started the rumors about him did it because his mother is a muggle. But, when people treat you differently, it affects the way you act, too. Taeyong told you he wasn’t proud of the things he said that year. You know he can’t help showing a twinge of the loneliness he remembers feeling when he thinks about those memories. Second year was a cold year for Taeyong.

Third year was when you met Taeyong for the first time. Really met him.

On the first day of class, you were lectured by the professor of your Care of Magical Creatures class for not bringing your textbook to class. Your professor was a hawk-like man, tall and lanky with a crooked nose that looked almost like a beak and he was already terrifying enough on his own without him directly lecturing you. The thing was, he wasn’t what you were most afraid of. You were terrified of your textbook. It was a living, breathing book that could bite off your hand at any moment and you had no idea what to do about it. The best thing you could think to do at the time was lock it in the chest by your bed and pray it didn’t get out. Even with the straps on it secured, you refused to touch it once you got it into that drawer. Your Ravenclaw friends gave you weird looks, as you were usually one of the most studious out of them, and all you could do was wither in shame as your professor lectured you. You remember the incident as if it had just happened yesterday.

“The first day of class and you’re already slacking, Miss L/N? I expected better.” He’s ruthless in his berating and you try to shrink away, as if you could disappear into your robes.

“I…” How do you tell your professor that you’re afraid of the textbook? That’s a pathetic excuse. You know you shouldn’t be afraid of it. You know your professor and classmates would think you a fool if you told them the truth. Luckily enough, your professor doesn’t ask for an explanation, but, to your great misfortune, what he does demand is far worse.

“For your irresponsibility, you will be our first volunteer.” That makes you look up. The rest of the class shuffles on their feet, looking between you and the young dragon a bit deeper into the forest. It’s a small thing, the size of a large dog and probably barely out of infancy, and chained to the ground, but your body freezes when you see it. As if it can smell your fear- which it probably can, now that you think about it- it meets eyes with you, letting out a sort of low trilling sound. Its golden eyes seem to peer into your soul, rendering you motionless.

“I…” You whisper, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with the beast, “...I can’t.”

“You can’t? You must. Unless,” he pauses, straightening up from where he had bent down slightly to talk down to you, “we have another volunteer?”

A hand shoots up. Whoever it is stands in the back, so you have a hard time seeing, but your classmates murmur as the volunteer weaves through the crowd, emerging at the front, hand still slightly raised. Your professor watches him with sharp eyes.

“Lee Taeyong. You want to take her place?”

You meet eyes with Taeyong for a moment before he looks at your professor. He’s a small, wiry sort of boy with a dark mop of hair that almost falls over his eyes. You might have thought his eyes were scary if it weren’t for the smile that lights them up. “Gladly.”

You don’t know Lee Taeyong. You’re bewildered by the fact that he just volunteered to take your place in an exercise involving a dragon. Does this boy have no fear of his life? Yet, you and the rest of your class watch as your professor orders him to remove the rest of the molting scales from the dragon and he steps forward and does it. The way he moves towards the dragon is almost a dance, with subtle, intricate steps and a little bow. When he reaches the dragon, he completes the task, coming back with a molted dragon scale in hand.

You listen to the way your professor praises Taeyong’s performance with awe before he dismisses the class. Before too long, the grove in the forest empties out and you’re left with just Taeyong. He’s watching the dragon, who is laying down to rest, but your eyes dart back and forth between the two. “How,” you say, careful not to be loud as not to disturb the scaly creature, “how did you do that?”

“Oh, I just read the book.” His own docile beastly textbook is tucked under his arm, barely moving besides the feelers on the edge, and he’s stroking it idly with his free hand. You notice in that moment that his book isn’t even strapped down. “I also practiced a bit during the summer. I had a lot of free time.”

“Thank you,” you say timidly, “for volunteering for me.”

“No problem,” he turns, the smile he gives you outshining the sun in that moment, “I was actually really looking forward to this class. I always wanted to meet a dragon.”

You’re a little mystified by the statement, but you push the feeling aside. “I’m sorry I never introduced myself. I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Taeyong.” He extends his free hand to shake yours, but his eyes follow the way you watch his textbook stir slightly. “Are you afraid of it?”

“What?” You snap out of it, letting go of his hand and meeting his eyes.

“Are you afraid of the textbook? Because it’s… ya know. Alive.”

An embarrassed blush instantly lights your cheeks. “I’m… not…”

His lips part as he understands. “Ooh, you are! That’s why you didn’t bring it today!”

“I’m not afraid of it! I’m just afraid of… well… animals. And that’s...” You shift uncomfortably on your feet, not wanting to look at Taeyong anymore.

“They’re nice as long as you treat them right. The same goes for any other creature. Here,” he says, moving to hold the spine of his book out to you, “it’ll be friendly once you stroke its spine.”

You jump back and your heart beats a little faster when he tries to offer it to you. “No! The way it squirms is just… it’s so… unnatural. I can’t.”

Taeyong’s eyes furrow. “It’s not unnatural, at least not any more unnatural than you and me. You just have to be nice to it. I promise it won’t bite you. Come on.” He demonstrates, stroking a gentle hand down the book’s spine. It makes a quiet purring sound and seems to still even more. He keeps his hands extended to you.

“I can’t do it. Can we just go back? Please?”

“You won’t be able to pass this class if you can’t use your textbook, Y/N.” He says it with such dead seriousness that you freeze. That’s what finally gets you. He watches the expression on your face shift from fear to discomfort to mild panic before you finally shakily sigh.

“...fine.”

He instantly brightens up and has a gentle smile on his face as he extends the book to you. “I won’t let it hurt you. Just stroke its spine.” You slowly, very, very slowly, follow his command, edging forward until your extended hand makes contact with the furry spine of the book. Barely applying any pressure, you run your fingertips down the outside of the book. You’re stiff, but you start to relax a little when it doesn’t make any sudden movements after a moment. The book lets out another low purr at your touch and you slowly retract your hand. Taeyong takes the book back, beaming at you as he tucks it back under his arm. “See? Not so bad, right?”

“I guess not…”

“Let’s go back.” You nod and follow him, falling into step next to him. Dried brush crunches under your feet and sunlight dapples the forest trail as you walk next to him, the distant chirping of birds accompanying your footsteps. After a minute, he turns his head to look at you. “Are you afraid of all animals?”

You make a face, not wanting to admit it, but you figure that he’s only asking to confirm the suspicions he already has. “Yeah. Except Tora.” Taeyong tilts his head, prepared to ask the logical follow-up question, but you speak first. “Tora is my mom’s cat. We’ve had him since I was little, so he’s a member of the family. Mom made me take him to school with me.”

“Ah.” The little sound he makes is so uncharacteristic of the mean Taeyong you had heard whispers of last year that you’re a little confused. Then again, all of the traits he’s shown you in the last while don’t align with what you’ve been told about him. “Magical creatures aren’t mean, you know. You probably just don’t trust them immediately. Do you want my help?”

“Your help?” You frown. You’re almost back to the main school grounds, the forest floor giving way to well-kept grass. “When will I ever need to interact with magical creatures?” From there, you part ways with him, heading to your Divination class.

You sought him out a week later after that when you found yourself frozen in fear again at a phoenix during class.

It took a lot of exposure therapy and time away from studying for other subjects, but Taeyong worked with you. To this day, you’re not exactly friendly with magical creatures, but you can tolerate them and they can usually tolerate you.

At the same time, you learned a lot about your new friend. He was actually quite the soft-hearted boy, with a knack for herbs and animals, and you see hardly any trace of the unpleasant person you had heard about him being during your second year. He had a white owl named Snowball who helped him a lot in his lonely times. He had a Slytherin sister who graduated a few years previous. His father passed away, so he lives with his mother when he’s not at school. He had gentle hands, but he wasn’t afraid to get them dirty sometimes and he wasn’t quite as dedicated in studying as you, preferring to go explore the rest of the castle grounds. You were glad you met Lee Taeyong.

By the middle of third year, you were moving past your fear. You later found out that you couldn’t say the same for Taeyong. You really thought that boy was fearless for how he always volunteered during your Care of Magical Creatures class with even the most dangerous specimens. It wasn’t until the winter that you came face to face with the part of him that he was most afraid of.

Behind Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts is your second favorite class. It helps that your professor is a relatively kindly man, gentle to students and quick to protect them when the time comes. That’s why, even though the concept is scary, you’re not terribly worried about the boggart exercise today. When it’s your turn, an overly large and sharp-clawed lion appears from the closet and, after a moment of mild panic, all it takes is a flick of your wand and the word, “Riddikulus!” before the creature turns into a stuffed version of itself, all fear factor gone.

Then, Taeyong steps up. Though the two of you make a bit of an odd pair, your classmates had gotten used to you studying together and pairing up for activities. Some of your own Ravenclaw friends had befriended him as well, to your delight. But, when Taeyong steps up right after you, you don’t know what to expect. What could the fearless Taeyong that you had befriended have trapped inside?

The boggart morphs into a swirling grey mass of matter for a moment, as if it’s digging deep through his memories and fears, until, finally, it takes a very familiar shape. A quiet murmur goes through the class when, before Taeyong, is another version of himself. This one, instead of a wand, brandishes a pistol, and the look in its eyes is empty, a smear of blood covering its cheek. Its eyes turn towards Taeyong and he, wand stiff in his hand, stumbles back as it points the gun towards him. He falls, landing with his hands supporting his weight behind him.

“Taeyong-” You and the professor warn at the same time, and Taeyong seems to snap out of it, pointing his wand at the creature. The warding spell leaves his lips and a harmless flower pops out of the end of the pistol instead of a bullet as it pulls the trigger. The creature disappears a moment later as Taeyong backs away and another student takes his place, your professor encouraging the rest of the class to continue the activity. You offer him a hand and he takes it, standing and dusting off his robes.

Once the class is dismissed, you try to corner him, but he slips out the door, shouldering past the rest of your classmates. Your eyebrows furrow and you frown, trying to follow him. Despite your efforts, you lose him after a few moments. Luckily enough, you’ve been friends with him long enough that you think you know where he’s going.

You trudge through the snow on the way to the bridge and cross it, shivering as the wind cuts into your robes, before you see him enter the open-aired building where the owls stay just a few moments ahead of you. A minute later, you join him, plopping down on the cold stone floor next to him. Snowflakes dust his hair and robes, dotting it with white. His breath comes out in small clouds and he frowns when he sees you, but doesn’t move away.

“I wanted to be alone,” he huffs out, a larger cloud of foggy breath leaving him. He would never say that if he was feeling fine.

“You’re not okay.” He doesn’t deny it, so you know you’re right. “What happened?” He shakes his head, studying the floor. An owl hoots quietly above your heads. “Taeyong,” you say quietly, reaching for his hands. They’re cold in yours, so you lean down, blowing warm breath onto his fingers and then covering them with your own, trying to trap the heat in. “You’re helping me with what I’m most afraid of. Let me help you.”

He watches your hands for a moment, then his eyes shift up to look at the worried, earnest expression on your face. Finally, he sighs. “You’re right. I guess.” His cheeks are pink with the cold and because, unbeknownst to you, of the way your fingers wrap around his, trying to protect them from the biting winter air. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“That’s okay,” you say, smiling and looking at him with bright eyes, “I’m here for as long as you need.”

That day, in the company of winter winds and owls, Taeyong tells you about his mother, a superstitious woman who, once she found out about magic from his father, took to believing just about every washed up fortuneteller and magician she met. It only got worse once his father passed away and, one day, she took him to a so-called psychic. He hadn’t believed the woman at the time, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head kept him from ever completely disregarding the prophecy she spoke into existence that day. The psychic told him that he would become a killer, someone who takes lives in cold blood, with a glistening pistol in his hand and no fear of god in his soul.

“I know,” Taeyong rasps, swallowing hard, “I know she was just a con artist. That it wasn’t real magic. But, I just… I’m afraid that’s what I’ll become one day.” His confession hangs in the air for a moment, like he’s scared that he’s now speaking his fate into existence. You blink and the feeling is gone.

“Well,” you say, squeezing his hands tighter in yours, “I know for sure that she’s wrong.”

He seems confused, his head instantly snapping up so he can look you in the eyes. All he sees there is confidence and a sort of reassurance that he has been longing to feel for a long time. “You’ve only known me for like four months. How can you say that?”

“Because, you’re Taeyong. You’re the Taeyong who cares about plants and animals and came to the owl sanctuary because you felt bad. You’re the Taeyong who’s helping me get over my fear of animals just because you have that much faith in the good of the world. You’re the Taeyong who cries when you see a bird with a broken wing and tries to go exploring in the Forbidden Forest because you want to meet all the creatures living there. I might not have known you for a long time, but I know that much about you. I don’t think you ever have to worry about becoming that type of person.”

The strong belief you have in your eyes and the way you hold his hands has tears welling up in his eyes. With a smile, you pat his head with one hand, brushing some of the melting snowflakes out of his hair. After a short burst of silent tears on his part, you let go of his hands so he can wipe at his face. “Thanks, Y/N,” he sniffles.

“No problem. But, can we go back inside now? It’s really cold.” Once again, you’re pulling him to his feet. The two of you race back inside together, two figures cloaked in the black of your robes against the glistening white snow.

Thinking back on it, it’s a sweet memory. Perhaps you had feelings for him before you even knew it. It wasn’t long before Taeyong became your closest friend, and you his. It’s strange because, if you just saw him on the street one day, you probably would have been scared of him. But, knowing he’s a gentle Hufflepuff who’s more concerned about taking care of animals than anything else, you know not to be afraid. Even if his eyes and the serious set of his face does make him look a bit intimidating sometimes.

In the last week of your third year, you’re just studying for one of your upcoming exams when Taeyong speaks up from where he’s reading a textbook next to you.

“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence of the library, “do you want to go on an adventure?”

You try to stay focused on your book, so you keep looking down, but you’re hardly reading the words on the page now that Taeyong is talking to you. “Tae, I’m studying.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You’ve been studying all day and we have an hour until dinner.” He normally wouldn’t try to drag you away from your studies so easily, so you look up, tilting your head to prompt him to continue. “Johnny showed me the other day. It’ll be cool, so come on.” 

“Johnny Seo? Gryffindor Johnny?” Hearing that the idea came from him, you’re a bit nervous, but, by this point, Taeyong is already standing up, tucking his textbook away, and grabbing onto your arm. You know by now that once he gets excited about something, there’s not much that will distract him from it, so you acquiesce, letting him tug you along.

By this time of year, spring is in full bloom, all the ice is gone from the lake, and it’s a breath of fresh air to be out of the stuffy library and into the courtyard. But, he’s not dragging you to the courtyard. He’s going further, crossing into the friendly side of the forest where your Care of Magical Creatures class is usually held. It’s another minute of wandering, him searching intently for something, before he finally finds what he’s looking for. He cracks a smile and lets go of your arm, approaching what you now realize is a massive, full-grown hippogriff. Your eyes widen in panic. From what you’ve read from your beastly textbook - who you had grown to come to terms with using - hippogriffs are extremely dangerous.

“Taeyong, be careful!” You yell, seeing him approach the creature. His grey and white feathers shine slightly in the spring sunlight and he doesn’t stand up from his resting position, his horse and eagle legs curled under him. He just watches as Taeyong bows and walks towards him. Taeyong extends his hand towards the creature and you pull out your wand, expecting the worst.

However, to your surprise, the creature butts his head into his hand, almost like he’s nuzzling him. “It’s okay,” he says, half-turning towards you and stroking him, “we’re friends.”

“This,” you say, exasperated, “this is what Johnny showed you?”

“Yeah,” Taeyong says, beaming while continuing to stroke the beast, “Johnny said the groundskeeper feeds him sometimes and his name is Greyhoof. Come closer, he’s friendly.”

You shake your head, making a slightly pained expression, before you put away your wand and approach slowly, giving in. The creature watches you do your ceremonial bow and he lowers his head towards you as well. Trying to keep your mild panic bottled up, you finally get close enough that you can extend your hand and run it over the feathers of the creature’s neck. He welcomes the touch, so you relax a bit, continuing to stroke him.

“See? Friendly.” Taeyong looks at you, the smile still glowing on his face. “Now that introductions are taken care of, let’s go.”

“Go?” Your relaxed state turns back to anxiety when your friend pats Greyhoof’s neck and he rises to his feet, causing you to jump back and retract your hand as he towers over both of you. Taeyong quickly and easily climbs onto his back, reaching out to you afterwards. You stare at his hand. “No way are you expecting me to-”

“I told you it’ll be fun. Trust me.”

All reluctance leaves you a minute later when you and Taeyong are soaring over the lake on the back of the hippogriff. Your hands are tight around his waist, the wind blows through your hair, and exhilaration fills you. High up, on the back of a hippogriff, there’s only you and Taeyong. Every person is small below you, a dot of color against the beautiful spring landscape. 

By the end of your third year, Taeyong had taught you what it was like to fly.

For the first time, during the summer between your third and fourth year, you remember missing being at school. You still have all the letters you and Taeyong wrote back and forth to each other during every summer, but one letter stands out particularly in your memory. In July, right around his birthday, Taeyong had written that he wished he could have celebrated it with you and that he missed you. That “I miss you” written in his messy, boyish handwriting made your heart beat too fast and too hard to be normal. It’s then that you realized you had fallen in love with Lee Taeyong.

When you took the train back to Hogwarts on the way to start your fourth year, you were far more awkward than you like to admit. Taeyong told you years later that he felt like he did something wrong or that you didn’t like his hair - something else that had changed over the summer. Somewhere along the few months away from school, Taeyong had started to style his hair and your poor teenage heart could not handle how handsome he looked when you saw him for the first time going back to school.

Other than the fact that Taeyong made your heart to do cartwheels every time you saw him, which was practically every day, fourth year passed by with relative monotony. It was torturous in the fact, though you felt like you were going into cardiac arrest every time he was near, he never even looked at you differently. In all of your fourteen year old wisdom, you tried everything - changing your hairstyle, wearing your robes a bit differently, applying a bit of makeup. Your fellow Ravenclaws looked at you weirdly every time you came back from studying with a defeated look on your face. You even considered using your skill in potions to brew a love potion to make him fall for you back, but you quickly dismissed the idea. You could never have done that Taeyong.

With all that angst, you never told him. You left fourth year still very much infatuated with him and without confessing your own feelings.

Your fifth year, the Triwizard Tournament was held at Hogwarts. The summer was a good opportunity to settle down and prepare for the festivities to come, and you distinctly remember trying to keep Taeyong off of your mind for most of that time. You didn’t write him as much that summer - only sending the occasional letter - for fear of seeming obsessed and giving away your ever-growing feelings. However, as usual, you sat with Taeyong on the train ride to school. In that time, you remember that he was oddly silent. You feared that maybe he had figured you out and felt uncomfortable. Yet, after a week, things had normalized between the two of you again. Taeyong later told you in seventh year that he had thought you hated him because you didn’t write that often that summer and he had developed his own enormous crush on you.

An older Hufflepuff friend of yours and Taeyong’s, Lee Taemin, is chosen to represent your school in the tournament and you spend your time dragging Taeyong along to support him. Despite your senior being from the same house as him, Taeyong seems unenthused. You try to prod the answer out of him, ask why he isn’t excited about the tournament, but he doesn’t give, just tells you it’s nothing. The first event - a dragon trial - Taemin completes with ease, holding up his golden egg victoriously.

The clue tells him that the next trial will have to do with water. Between studying for your own classes, you try to help Taemin. Your strong suit has always been potions - you figure there has to be a potion out there that will help him breathe underwater and, if there isn’t, you could invent one. Taeyong is with Taemin and some of the other male Hufflepuffs when he opens the egg and hears the song that comes from it. When he comes back from it, he seems off, staring out the window when he would usually be busy studying alongside you. You try to ask him questions, but he just gives you vague answers, always looking out towards the lake, his textbooks unopened in front of him. With your building stress about helping Taemin, falling behind in your own school work, and, as you’ve been reminded by one of your professors who takes the steps of teaching your entire house how to dance properly, the impending Yule Ball and your lack of a date, the sight of Taeyong distracted so often makes you snap.

“If you have so much time to be spending looking out the window, the very least you could be doing is helping with Taemin’s trial.” The words come out far more bitterly than anything you’ve ever said to Taeyong. His normally relatively soft, carefree expression turns hard and he stands up.

“I guess I’ll go help, then,” he says, as if he can hardly move his lips at all, and stares at you with a sort of misty look in his eyes. You immediately regret snapping at him.

“Taeyong…” He’s already several paces away when you say his name, quickly disappearing from the library. With immense guilt weighing you down, you quickly pack up and trail after him, trying to see where he went. Towards the lake?

You’re at the end of the hallway leading outside when you see Taeyong, walking straight towards the dock. Confused and concerned, you follow him from a distance. He disappears into the line of trees that lies between the shore and the castle, so you hesitantly follow him. “Taeyong?” You call out to him, wondering if your voice will reach him. You’re barely emerging from the woods when you see Taeyong leaning towards the water. When he doesn’t stop leaning forward, perilously close to pitching over the edge, your heart flutters with worry. Something more has to be wrong, right? You start to run, feet pounding on dirt and rock and then the wood of the dock. “Taeyong!”

Your shout comes just as he falls into the water. You run faster, skidding to a halt by the edge of the pier. A few seconds pass. Then a few more. He doesn’t come up. Without a moment more hesitation than to strip off your heavier robes and shoes, you dive in.

The water is cold and you feel heavy, but you swim down, down, down, for what feels like far too long, until you see Taeyong. There, close to being wrapped in the shadows of the deeper part of the lake, is a mermaid. Her features are a distortion of a human’s, eyes too big and fish-like, skin too grey and scaly, hair made out of what looks more like the plants at the bottom of a lake than normal locks. She holds Taeyong’s face in her hands, singing a beautiful, haunting song that you know muddles your thoughts and is something an ordinary person shouldn’t be hearing. Taeyong floats in place, still, his eyes wide open, hair billowing around him. Your breath strains at your lungs, your heartbeat pounding in your eyes almost drowning out her singing, so you grab onto Taeyong, catching the mermaid’s attention. She screams at you, a horrifying sound that’s like someone dragging a metal fork against a piece of china, and lets go of your friend. You grab for your wand and lift it, casting a protection spell, before casting a spell of speed, launching you and Taeyong to the surface. You both land with wet thumps on the dock, coughing up the bit of water that had managed to enter your lungs. Taeyong heaves himself up onto his elbows, wheezing and gasping painfully as air fills his body once again. Your lungs burn like nothing you’ve ever felt before and the adrenaline rushing through your body eventually subsides, leaving you colder than before. Lying there for a few minutes, both of you work to catch your breaths, the autumn wind cooling your skin even further. Finally, Taeyong speaks.

“There’s merpeople down there,” Taeyong murmurs, half to himself.

“I could have told you that without you trying to drown yourself!” You cry out, tears starting to mix with the lake water covering your face. You try to wipe at your cheeks with your robe sleeves, but they’re soaked through, proving your efforts fruitless. “Why would you do that? What’s wrong with you?”

Taeyong looks confused at your pained expression. “I thought you wanted me to help Taemin?”

“I would rather you stay safe than hurt yourself trying to help him,” you weep, “I was so scared you were going to die.” It takes you a minute to calm your crying, but you eventually stop, sitting there and shivering with your arms wrapped around your legs. Taeyong watches you, a guilty expression on his face. Once you’re done crying, you remember the heavy robes you had stripped off before diving in and crawl over to them, grabbing them and moving closer to Taeyong so you can wrap them around the two of you once you both stand up on shaky legs. “Are you okay, Taeyong?”

“My head has felt weird since I heard the song in Taemin’s egg,” Taeyong mumbles, looking back at the water. “But I think I’m okay now. That mermaid must have enchanted me or something.”

You nod, leaning to pick up your shoes. “I’m sorry for what I said to you. I know it wasn’t right and I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“That’s okay. You still came to save me, after all.” The smile Taeyong gives you is almost enough to make you believe him. The smile falters as he apologizes. “I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“It’s better I’m crying that you’re alive than that you’re dead.” You huddle under your robe with him, tugging him along so you can get back inside and warm up. Taeyong takes your hand in his and you share the tiniest bit of warmth in that touch.

“Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?” Taeyong’s question nearly shocks the life out of you.

“Do you still have lake water in your brain?” You laugh, trying to follow if this is a joke. You really hope it isn’t.

He shakes his head, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. “No, I’m really asking you. Do you want to-” “Yes!” You rush out a bit too quickly, interrupting him. You shy away slightly, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. Your heart beats too fast in your chest and you feel like your body is finally warming up, even though your clothes are still soaked. Taeyong’s hand in yours is particularly warm. “...sorry. Yes, I’ll go to the Yule Ball with you.”

The way he looks at you, showing all his teeth, lips curled upwards, and his eyes scrunching together in happiness, almost makes you forget that the two of you had been practically drowning a few minutes ago.

In the few weeks leading up to the ball, you and Taeyong talk in hushed tones in the library about the occasion, wondering about who is going with who and what music there’ll be. Sometimes, you swear you even catch him looking at you when you’re studying and, before you can meet his eyes, he’s looking away, a slight pink on his cheeks. Once, you ask him about it, but he just avoids the topic, jittering out that it’s cold in there or something. Both of you know that the library never gets that cold.

The night itself comes and when your housemates ask who you’re going with and you only respond by smiling and blushing, they know who it is. You spend the time eagerly getting ready, adjusting your dress over and over again. When you had told your mother about your date to the ball, she had sent you a parcel via owl containing a pretty white pearl necklace, the color that reminds you most of Taeyong and matches your white and grey dress. You follow the other girls as they make their way out of your common room. You had promised Taeyong that you would wait for him on the stairs leading to the Great Hall, so you stand there, hands clasped together in front of you and bouncing on your heels excitedly. You watch as other people link up with their partners and enter the hall, as the champions all take their partners’ arms and walk in to the sound of trumpets and string instruments, as the entranceway empties out save for you.

It’s been an hour. Lee Taeyong has left you waiting for an hour. With each minute that had passed, your shoulders had slumped a little more and the bounce slowly left your body, replaced with the heavy feelings of loneliness and embarrassment. You know that it’s not like Taeyong to ditch you and he had seemed so excited, but…

It seems your crush is one-sided after all.

As you trudge back to your room, you rip the pins out of your hair one by one. How could he? Twenty, thirty minutes might be understandable, but a whole hour? You want to cry. You do cry. Your fellow Ravenclaws call you a crybaby sometimes and you know they’re right, but the indignance that you feel at being called that isn’t enough to overpower the growing pain in your heart. Hot, salty tears slide down your cheeks, surely smudging your makeup. You don’t want to use the lacey sleeves of your dress for fear of ruining the material, so you let the tears slip down your face quietly. At the base of the Ravenclaw Tower, there’s a little room with a balcony, open to the outside air. Despite the winter cold, you find yourself in that room, finally mopping at your tears with the heel of your hand, sitting on a bench and being miserable. The cold feels good against your warm face as you cry. They aren’t loud tears this time, just sniffling and rubbing at your face, but it’s enough to fill the silence. If you hold your breath and listen closely enough, you think you can almost hear the music of the ball drifting over from the other side of the castle.

Then, the door of the room is bursting open with Taeyong behind it. He almost looks more distraught than you do, his bowtie slightly askew on his fine tuxedo and his once-styled hair disheveled. He walks over to you quickly but carefully, standing a few feet away and breathing like he had just run across the entire castle to get here. “Y/N,” he says between heaving breaths, “I’m so sorry.”

You’re so shocked that he’s here that you don’t have the energy to be angry. “I didn’t… I didn’t think you were going to show…” You say, voice nearly a whisper.

“I’m so, so sorry. Taemin lost his cat but he had to be at the ball to do the opening dance and I promised I would find her and it took forever and I’m really, really sorry!” His words fly out of his mouth so fast you almost don’t understand them, staring up at him with wide eyes. He stops talking to take a few more breaths, trying to read your face for your reaction. All you can do is look at him, so he starts speaking again, much more slowly this time. “Do you… still want to go back to the ball?”

You shake your head, not breaking eye contact with him. “I just pulled out all the pins from my hair and I’ve cried half of my makeup off. I probably look like too much of a mess.”

“Here,” he still appears upset, but reaches up, mussing up his hair even more, “now we’re even.”

You can’t help sticking out your bottom lip in a small pout, still sniffling a bit as the ghost of a smile pulls at your lips. “That’s not fair. You’re still too handsome.”

His face drops into a look of surprise at the same time that you realize you had just called him handsome. “Ah, well,” he says, nudging at the ground with his foot, his eyes darting away from you, “you’re always too pretty.” Silence hangs heavy between the two of you as you try not to look at each other, both of you too embarrassed by the situation you’ve put yourselves into. “If you don’t want to go back to the dance,” Taeyong says, finally looking at you at the same time that you look at him, “do you want to dance here?”

He offers you his hand, appearing like a prince out of a fairytale. You take it, a smile finally reaching your face. “I would love to.”

When you take his hand, he helps you to your feet, his hand warm compared to yours, which had been cooled by the winter air. “Oh,” he breathes out, digging into a pocket on the inside of his tuxedo. He pulls out his wand and points it towards the ceiling, whispering a spell you’ve never heard before. A flash of light starts in the wood of his wand before quickly shooting into the air, filling the little room with tiny balls of light that hover near the ceiling and cast pale crystalline light on your faces. You had never entered the Great Hall, so you never saw the pretty decorations in there, but you know this is more than enough. He whispers another spell and the room fills with a soft waltz, an ethereal symphony that fills the space, bouncing off the cold stone walls and making the area feel that much warmer. Tucking away his wand, he places his hand on your waist and smiles. He counts off softly. “One, two, three.”

Your feet glide across the floor in rhythm with Taeyong’s, though he’s definitely better at this than you, and you feel like you’re in your very own world. The light of the hanging orbs fills Taeyong’s eyes and bounces off the material of your dress as it trails slightly with your every step. You can’t stop looking at him, to the point where you almost trip on your feet and mess up the steps of the dance. The cold no longer feels so cold at all.

Eventually, the lights start to dim and the music fades out, leaving you standing there, breathless in the best way, holding onto his hand and shoulder. You see him swallow heavily. A moment later, you’re stepping away from each other, hands floating awkwardly at your sides, unsure what to do with them when you’re not holding each other.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his honest apology displayed clearly on his face, “for making you cry again.”

“I’m sorry for freaking out and crying again.” As you stare at each other, the looks on your faces slowly morph until you’re smiling and giggling. You reach forward, taking his hand in yours and tugging him towards the balcony. “Come on, let’s look outside. It’s really pretty.”

When you reach the railing, you don’t let go of his hand, so he takes it as a sign to step closer to you. He moves closer until your arms are pressed together, some of his warmth transferring from his jacket through the thin lace of your sleeve and to your skin. You look out at the scenery, but you’re really not seeing anything because you can tell Taeyong is looking at you and that’s all you can pay attention to. He swings your interlaced hands back and forth gently and his breath clouds as he speaks. “I really like your dress. It reminds me of Greyhoof.”

The comment takes you so off guard that you let out a little noise of surprise before tilting your head back so you can laugh. “Really?”

He flushes at your reaction, but stills the swinging of your hands and presses his lips together tightly before turning to properly face you and continuing. “What I mean is that you look really nice. You always look really nice. I… I like you a lot.”

Your mouth dries up and butterflies erupt in your heart, sending pleasant shivers tingling through your body. You almost don’t remember to respond to him, too lost in the sensation that is really happening. You feel lighter than air, flying, but heavy and tied to the ground. His hand in yours is what keeps you grounded. You finally see his nervous expression and have the presence of mind to whisper it back. “Taeyong… I like you, too.”

Of all the ways you imagined this happening, it wouldn’t have been after you cried your eyes out when Taeyong seemingly ditched you before he created a miniature ballroom in a room at the base of the Ravenclaw Tower. Then again, as Taeyong quietly asks permission and you give it to him so he can lean down to kiss you, you figure that it makes just as much sense as any other part of your relationship.

Above you, the sky opens up and it begins to snow.

You spent the rest of fifth year balancing continuing to keep up with your studies and help Taemin with his trials. It was a little hard to complete a potion for breathing underwater when all Taeyong wanted to do was hold your hand or hug you from behind in the sweetest way, but you managed. You didn’t know until a few hours after the last test that Taemin won the Triwizard Cup because you were far too busy practicing kissing with Taeyong behind the bleachers to spectate. That summer, you spend a lot of time writing to him, trying to make up for all of the letters that you had missed in all of your moping the summer before. As per tradition, every one of his letters was delivered by his owl, Snowball, with frightening speed. Taeil, your friend and neighbor, joked about you falling for a Hufflepuff every time he witnessed Snowball nearly barrel head-first into the side of your house.

When reflecting on it, you call your sixth year your ‘honeymoon year.’ Though you didn’t spend any more time with Taeyong than you did before, a much greater amount of it was spent with his hand in yours as you studied.

In your Advanced Charms class, you and Taeyong make a point of not sitting close to each other. You know by now that you would distract each other too much and that people in your year are getting annoyed with your lovesickness. As he’s passing by you while leaving class one day, Taeyong subtly slips a note onto your desk, continuing his conversation with one of his Hufflepuff friends like nothing is happening. Sliding the note into your sleeve, you start to pack up your own things. Once you’re alone, you pull out the seemingly blank note. All it takes is a tap of your wand before the words, written in what you now know very clearly is Taeyong’s handwriting, reveal themselves.

‘Meet me on the bridge at 1 -Tyong’

You smile to yourself. Upon his own insistence, you had started calling him that. He’s already waiting there for you, leaning on the railing of the bridge and gazing out at the water, when you walk over. Over the summer, he had dyed his hair a brilliant white and, though the roots are showing a bit now, you can’t help but think the color suits him well. Your footsteps alert him to your presence and he greets you with a peck on the lips. “Hi.”

“Hi, Taeyong. Why’d you call me here?”

“Because I missed you.” Those four words melt your heart and make you feel warm in the best way. He continues. “Do you want to go on a Hogsmeade date this weekend?”

“I was going to study, but I suppose I can spare Saturday for you.” You try to act a little coy, but he just uses that infectious grin of his on you and you can’t help smiling back.

“Oh! Also,” he reaches back, digging in the pocket of his robes for a moment. He pulls out a white flower a moment later, twirling it by the stem in his fingers. “I grew this in Herbology today. Professor said we only needed the root of the plant and that I could take the flower if I wanted, so…” He leans forward, fixing the flower in your hair.

“Thank you, Taeyong. It’s really pretty.” You don’t stop looking at him as you say it, the happiness on your face reflected on his.

Sixth year was a good year.

Seventh year, the closest in time to you now, and the most trying of all of them, weighs heavily on your mind still. You wish you had done something differently. Something that would have kept your paths from diverging.

“You’re going to Seoul?”

Plans after graduation is a topic that you and Taeyong tend to avoid. Of course, it’s inevitable that you can’t dodge it forever, no matter how much you want to. Now, you’re nearly heartbroken when Taeyong tells you his plans.

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and… I want to reconnect with my dad’s family back there. Plus, the wildlife there is so different from what’s here! There’s a whole other world to explore over there.” The excitement is so clear on his face that it breaks your heart even more. That look falters when he sees the expression you wear. His next question is gently prodding, timid. “Y/N? What are you going to do?”

“I… I was planning on staying here. Working under the Ministry to become a proper Potions Master.” He studies your expression, eyes becoming more weighed down by sadness as the seconds tick by.

“Oh.”

You both know each other well enough by now to know how the other is feeling. Well enough to know that neither of you will change. Well enough to know where this is leading.

You hang on to the few threads of hope and happiness you have left until the winter. Those fall months, the grip he has on your hand starts to tighten, but somehow become looser at the same time. In the snow, on the bridge to the owl sanctuary, you and Taeyong agree to end it.

The few remaining months of school after that passed emptily. You did well on your exams, as expected of a Ravenclaw, and you didn’t see much of him. You tried not to keep eye contact with him whenever you did pass each other in common areas, but you know his eyes always followed you for far longer. It almost hurt more to not look.

Even when it’s one year, two years past graduation, you have a hard time not thinking about it. Snow, owls, herbs, all remind you of him. You keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t be so hung up on a teen crush, but you know that he was more than that. More than anything, Lee Taeyong was the most incredible person you had ever met. And you lost him. No - you let him go.

In those two years, you spent countless hours in your lab, mixing old potions and creating new ones for the Ministry of Magic, even trying on multiple occasions to brew a potion that could cure heartache but always failing, staying long hours into the night because you know that when you go home, it’s more than likely that Taeyong will cross your mind. But, all things fade.

  Finally, after three years of not seeing him, Taeyong no longer occupies a lot of space in your mind. As one of the youngest of the Potions Masters, you spend almost as much time traveling on errands to retrieve items from around the world as you do brewing your own concoctions. That’s how you ended up here, in Seoul, four years later, tasked with finding a rare herb that is only grown in South Korea. You push open the door to the shop you were told about, a bell hanging on the handle jingling softly as you enter, letting the cold winter wind in. The shop is warm, tucked in a corner next to an alleyway, and smelling of all sorts of fragrant herbs. Different materials rest in jars lining the walls, arranged by what you think is color. By color? Who would organize by color and not by name or usage?

“Hello?” You call out, finding the shop empty save for a few small creatures running around, including a small grey tiger-striped cat. With a small smile, you reach down to stroke the animal, which arches into your hand when you stroke it. “You’re so pretty,” you say quietly to the cat, continuing to pet it, “you remind me of my friend Tora.”

“Coming!” There’s a small clattering noise from the entryway behind the counter of the shop before a face you know well pops out from behind the doorway, his hair a chestnut brown that you’ve never seen on him before.

And, finally, he’s in front of you again.

He blinks. “Y/N?”

“Taeyong?” You know it’s him - he couldn’t possibly be anyone else - but it’s hard to believe your eyes. In a city of millions of people, you run into the one person in the world you would know here.

If it’s possible, he’s even more handsome than the last time you had seen him, but so much of him is very much the same. He still has that little scar by his eye from when something had gone wrong in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class in fourth year, he’s still thin enough that you want to check if he’s been eating properly, he still has that soft voice that is so, so sweet and familiar when he says your name. Suddenly, all the time you had spent trying to get over him is gone and you’re back in your seventh year again, staring at Taeyong and feeling your heart beat faster and heavier in your chest.

“Why are you here? Not- not that I’m unhappy to see you! It’s really nice to see you.” With those words, your heart tells you that he never really forgot about you, either.

“I’m here to get an ingredient. I work for the Ministry now. Potions.” You feel like you can barely move your lips to answer his questions.

“Oh. Like you always wanted.” He smiles, a thin smile like he’s holding back. You wish he wouldn’t hold back. Not again.

You try to pull yourself together enough to tell him what you want, watching as he walks alongside the shelves until he locates what he’s looking for. You smile a little when you realize that organizing potion materials by color is a very, very Taeyong thing to do. As you’re standing there, patiently waiting, the cat you had greeted earlier rubs against your legs, purring quietly, so you reach down to stroke it. “How have you been, Taeyong?”

“Mm? Good. I’ve been running my uncle’s shop. On the weekends, I do a magical creatures class for kids who are magically inclined. There’s not too many wizards willing to teach that kind of stuff here.” He chats as he locates the correct jar and pulls out the right amount of the material you need. He turns to you. “Is… is this all you need?”

You nod. “Yeah. That’s all.” That’s not really all. You want to stay longer, find out how he’s really been, what he named this cat, how the kids he teaches are, if he still thinks about you.

As he rings you up, handing you your change, he pauses, the bills in his hands. His eyes lift to meet yours. “Do you want to stay for coffee or something? We can catch up. If you want.”

“I would love that.”

In the few hours you spend with Taeyong, sipping at coffee that disappears from your cups slowly, staying long enough so that he has to go make more, the space of the years between you disappears. It feels good to talk with Taeyong again. It feels good to know Taeyong again. Regrettably, the sun dips behind the horizon and you look out the window of the shop, seeing the orange sunset reflect onto the shining silver and black buildings before the daylight disappears completely, replaced by the streetlights that blink on one at a time. As the light outside of the shop flickers on, Taeyong speaks up.

“You could stay with me. We could always use more Potions Masters in Seoul.”

“Taeyong-”

“Please.”

Taeyong has always had too much of a habit of shocking you with his words and now is no different. When he says that, you know that he feels the same way that you do. He’s always felt the same way that you do. Somehow, destiny brought you back together again. It would be insane, but-

You set your coffee cup down. You can tell from his expression that he’s expecting a rejection, even with his pleading. But, by now, you think you’re done running from him.

“Do you think the Ministry takes two weeks notices?”

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In The Quiet {Eijirou Kirishima}

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! Apologies if there are a few inconsistencies with the movie, I haven’t seen it since its opening night back in February! This was mostly written as a self-indulgent piece because I’ve been super stressed and anxious lately, and I think sometimes just saying you’re afraid is a big step.

She took a deep breath and focused on the mushroom in her shaking palm. It was the last one, she reminded herself. One last mushroom for the miso that would be served to the island’s residents in the morning. They’d long since retired to bed and the class had formulated a plan for the next day, but she’d felt there was more work to be done.

The mushroom began to split apart like an optical illusion with a mirror, blooming left and right as it peeled untouched in opposite directions. In less than a minute there were two identical mushrooms in her hand and her vision was beginning to blur.

“You didn’t need to make thirty extra,” the voice of Sato chided gently as her eyes closed to stop the dizziness.

“N-no, s’better that I did,” she breathed. “That’ll make five extra pots of soup in the morning s-so there won’ be a need to ration as m-much.”

He frowned. “You overworked yourself pretty badly; you need rest for tomorrow.”

“S’okay,” she said with a shake of her head, grimacing when she realized how much worse it made her feel. “Gotta make sure th’ plan’s ready, war room’s waitin’.”

She dropped the mushrooms into the small crate she’d been filling for the last forty minutes or so and stumbled to the doorway, Sato following closely. Out in the hallway she braced her hand against the cool metal and slowly trekked to the small office room they had all met in earlier in the night as the storm outside had raged. The thunder and lightning had dissipated, but the tense atmosphere hadn’t.

When she reached the room she slumped in the doorway, all eyes of the few lingering classmates turning to her as Sato steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Sero? Ur’aka? Wanna talk?”

The two exchanged a look before waving her over, then thinking better of it when she took a shaky step, went to her.

Kirishima watched them go to his girlfriend, brows furrowed in concern as he half listened to Iida go over their team’s plan for the seventh time. She looked pale and sick, her body trembling enough that he could see it from across the room. He could tell that she’d massively overdone it with her quirk and was likely on the verge of passing out.

“Hey uh, Kirishima?”

He snapped from his thoughts to see Sato in front of him apologizing to Iida, Todoroki, and Tsu for taking him aside. They didn’t fight it, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to focus with her looking the way she did.

“What happened?” he asked as they stepped away.

Sato sighed. “I found her in the kitchen multiplying food for the morning. She made enough for at least five extra pots of miso which is easily thirty-five or forty more portions because she thought it would help not to ration as much since the residents are gonna be in for a long day too.”

He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. Part of him wanted to be mad that she’d pushed herself far past what she knew her limit was, but the much larger part of him knew that he would’ve done the exact same thing if he could. Being a hero meant helping others and going Plus Ultra to do it.

Opening his eyes he gave Sato a weak smile. “Thanks for telling me, man. I’ll… I’ll make sure she gets some rest.”

They bid each other goodnight and he walked to where she stood with Sero and Uraraka discussing their roles for the next day in slurred syllables strung together with a tired tongue. Their classmates watched her warily, ready to catch her if she collapsed.

He slipped an arm around her waist and her body sagged against his in recognition, bleary eyes glancing up to meet his with a lopsided smile sliding across her lips.

“Hey, you two mind if I steal her?” he asked.

Sero shook his head. “No worries, I think we’re good for tomorrow. Have a good night, yeah?”

Uraraka smiled and quietly joined Midoriya at the table where the island’s map was still spread out with scribbled plans marking the canvas.

Not wanting as many eyes on them, Kirishima dropped his arm from her shoulders to place his hand on the small of her back and steered her back into the hallway so they could talk privately. Once they were a few meters away from the office he began to speak with cautious words.

“Sato said you multiplied a bunch more ingredients for the morning.”

“Mhm.”

“You had the energy to do that after multiplying what we had to make dinner?”

Her head lolled from side to side. “Don’t want anyone goin’ hungry.”

“Your heart’s too big sometimes,” he chuckled fondly.

“One’a talk, aren’t ya?” she replied.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted. “The fact that Todoroki and I are taking the next shift to watch the villain we captured and stand guard probably doesn’t help my case. I should actually go back in and grab him, we have to meet Mina and Shoji downstairs soon. You should head to bed.”

She blinked. “No, ‘m waiting for you.”

“You need rest to get your energy back up for the morning,” he said quietly, feeling her slump against him. “C’mon, I’ll take you up to the room you girls are sharing before I go on shift.”

She shook her head. “I’ll wait up w’ you, s’only an hour. Then we’ll sleep.”

“No, you’re dead on your feet,” he replied. “Plus I can’t stay anyway, I don’t wanna make the others feel awkward being in the room with all of you. Look on the bright side, it’s only one night.”

“But it migh’ be the last one.”

He froze, her words sending an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.

It… could be the last night, couldn’t it? He’d brushed off one night spent apart, not even considering there was a possibility they wouldn’t reconvene for the next. Was he spoiled with the routine of having her pressed against him beneath the blankets that he couldn’t fathom it never happening again?

Working as heroes in training while so young made them walk such a fine line in so many aspects of their lives. On one hand he knew how dangerous their current situation was with the lack of Pro’s to back them up and that there was a very real and high likelihood that injuries were going to happen. On the other, he wholeheartedly expected them to be okay, to be able to return to classes and the dorms and their routines.

He expected to be alive twenty-four hours from now.

But she was right, it was a possibility that one of them or even both of them wouldn’t be.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tried to figure out the right thing to say. “I… we sh—”

“I jus’ wanna be close to you,” she said tearfully. “I can pr-pretend s’okay if you’re wi’ me.”

“Believe me, I want to be close to you too!” he said desperately. “But I have a patrol with Todoroki in a few minutes and you need to sleep, baby. You’re practically asleep standing here and-and even though I don’t want to sleep apart either, there’s not much we can do.”

“Can’t do this righ’ now.”

He could see the gathering shine on her lash line and felt utterly helpless as she pushed past him to reenter the office once again. He tilted his head back with a deep sigh and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. The stress of the day had already had a headache forming but the last ten minutes had amplified it.

“Hey.”

The gruff voice from his right made him jump, dropping his hands to turn and face Bakugo who was leaned against the wall. Despite the unimpressed look on his face, Kirishima could tell he’d heard the end of their conversation at the very least.

“She looks like shit.”

“She’s exhausted. Sato told me she multiplied enough food for at least thirty or forty extra portions to serve the islanders tomorrow.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Of course she did; wouldn’t be your fuckin’ girlfriend if she wasn’t pulling some selfless shit.”

He frowned. “Do you have to be so rude just because she wants to help? Especially when we’re all on edge? C’mon, man. It’s bad enough I can’t be with her tonight when she’s not feeling her best on top of every other damn thing going on, so can you just stop?”

Bakugo stayed silent and his glare was steady. He wasn’t angry, not at Kirishima or his girlfriend but the entire goddamn shitshow situation this work assignment had morphed into. It felt like eons had gone by since he had been shyly asked for the millionth time if he was sure it was fine for her to come to their room at the lodge and share the bed with her boyfriend. He didn’t care—it wasn’t like either of them had the courage to screw around when he was barely a meter away—but he did notice how much better his best friend slept when she was tucked under his arm.

Between that fact and the easy assumption that she was probably the same way, he made up his mind.

“I’ll take your shift. Go to the office two doors down from the girls’ room, you’ll find a futon where you two can sleep.”

Kirishima’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? You’re still hurt and why would there even be a futon in—”

“I wasn’t gonna sleep half on top of the rest of you assholes like we did at training camp so I found myself my own room but if she needs you, take it. And it doesn’t fuckin’ matter if I’m hurt, heroes push past pain to get shit done.”

“But where will you sleep if we take that room? I’m grateful for the offer but I don’t want us to take away the rest you need.”

Bakugo sighed in frustration. “The couch in the meeting room probably pulls out, its fine, now just go to her, fuck!”

He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he had heard her sleepy slur of how it may be their last night together and the heart everyone assumed was made of stone broke just a bit. Like hell was anyone dying if he had anything to say about it, least of all those two, but if she was worried it wouldn’t help her mental state in the fight that was waiting for them at daybreak. He wanted her sharp, that was the biggest reason for his generosity. It certainly outweighed the fact that his best friend and his girlfriend were disgustingly important to him and he wanted them happy.

“Thanks, Bakugo,” Kirishima said softly. “I really appreciate this.”

The blonde turned away and crossed his arms, ignoring the urge to wince. “Don’t read into it.”

Before anything else could be said he was trudging down the hallway and around the corner to the stairwell. For all his yelling and generally poor attitude he could be kind when he felt the people closest to him needed it most, but he’d be damned if he stuck around for more than a single word of thanks.

With a shake of his head Kirishima turned back to the office and walked in to find Uraraka sitting beside her on the small couch where Yaoyorozu had laid earlier in the night. Eyes red from exhaustion and what looked like a few tears blinked up at him blearily.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, thumbs brushing away the half-dried tear tracks. “Got a little surprise for ya.”

She cocked her head to the side but didn’t object, standing up on wobbly legs with a supportive hand on her lower back from Uraraka. He draped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to his side, throwing a grateful glance in the other girl’s direction.

“Thank you for sitting with her.”

Uraraka smiled sadly. “Take care of her, Kirishima.”

He nodded, a tiny grin allowing the tip of one pointed tooth to peek out.

She waved them off as she went back to Midoriya, and he set out towards the opposite staircase that Bakugo had taken with her by his side. He half carried her up the dozen or so stairs before they had another expanse of hallway to walk, her weight nothing when she had to lean on him.

“Where we goin’?”

He smiled. “Bakugo got us a private room.”

Humming in confusion or acknowledgement—he wasn’t sure which—she closed her eyes, cheek pressed firmly against his bicep as he led her past the office the girls were going to share for the night. Stopping two rooms down just as he’d been told, Kirishima pushed the door open to see filing cabinets against the far wall and a desk that had been pushed to the side to accommodate the futon in the middle of the room.

Shuffling her in his arms, he lightly kicked the door closed behind them and put them into semi-darkness as he moved them farther into the room. He let her lean back against the desk as he removed her utility belt, boots, and the bulkier vest of her hero costume, then removed his own accessories, both his headpiece and shoulder gears set onto the desk next to her belt and vest, boots tossed aside with her smaller ones.

“Time to get some sleep,” he murmured, guiding her to lie down on the futon. The limited light from the corridor through the paneled window of the office door cast dull shadows over them both.

She curled up on her right side almost immediately, her body drawn to the far side so that he had a perfect space to slot himself behind her. It was as if they were back at the lodge in his and Bakugo’s room, taking their places for the night to rest for the long day ahead. That part, at least, was still true.

The morning would bring the difference. There wouldn’t be time to wake up slowly like they liked, blankets cocooned around them and their legs entangled, lazy kisses and easy conversation shared. There would be redressing in their gear then parting to take their positions with Kirishima going to the forest and her to the open fields.

He tried desperately to push the thought of being apart from her out of his head but its claws dug in deep, hanging onto him like a heavy weight. It made him scramble to his place on the futon and pull her back against his chest, their breathing synching to match her slower, more even breaths as it helped him focus on warding off the panic attack looming.

In the quiet of the night it was always hard to chase away the fear and worries he held, and on this night it was so much worse. The dark thoughts intermingled with all of the things he loved about her, teetering him on the edge of what felt like insanity.

Her eyes were beautifully determined when she fought and he hoped with everything he had that he would be able to see that look in her eyes again in the future when they fought together as Pro’s and not as the permanent set of her gaze from a twisted and broken body unmoving at the peninsula’s entrance. Would he be able to look into lifeless eyes even if they were the same ones that would’ve once looked at him so fondly?

She had always hugged him close with arms far stronger than they looked and they made him feel safe and confident and cared for. He always prayed that she felt the same when his encircled her waist and pulled her close but tomorrow he wouldn’t be with her and she would be so far from him and those strong arms of hers might not be strong enough to withstand the force of Nine. What if they snapped, bone splintering through her skin?

There was a brightness in her smile that set his heart on fire and grew even more blindingly beautiful the closer they became to one another both as friends and partners. He desperately needed to see that brightness continue its growth as their relationship grew—how it would look the first time they exchanged I love you’s or the first time they were intimate. How… how would he live if he never saw it again?

Somehow she cared enough to be with him despite his insecurities and low class ranking and weird group of friends, so if it was him who fell in battle the next day, she would be devastated. Could he expect her to stay strong if she survived only for Iida or Todoroki to show her his battered body and apologize for bringing the news of his death?

In the stillness of the office, he shuddered. The worries would surely plague him until the exhaustion won out and follow him to his dreams, nightmarish possibilities knowing no bounds. It didn’t matter, he had to remind himself. He would rise with the sun and fight regardless. He wasn’t a hero fully recognized by Japan, but he would be a hero tomorrow when he would stand by his classmates to keep the island residents safe. His resolve was more solid than his quirk.

Kirishima tightened his hold around her waist and breathed in deeply.

“’M afraid, Eijirou,” she whispered.

He bit his lip. “So am I.”

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated!

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So I decided to send the first chapter of my fanfiction here, since i dont really get that much criticism over on my discord servers, so... Here ya go! I hope you enjoy. Also if you have any names for the fanfic please give me ideas, it will help greatly, thank you!

Strong language ahead, also i tend to write a lot so beware for a good read!

Chapter 1: New Kid [Susie’s Perspective.]

The bell rang in the girls ears, a sound she heard every single day at the exact same time every single day, but yet she ignored that bell on purpose. Being on time was something Susie never did, and never got in trouble for. She’d just look at old Alphys and she’d start sweating. How cowardly. See, Susie wasn’t the type of girl to be messing with. Her height, for starters, was stupidly tall, towering over most teachers at the damned school, and sometimes she has to bend down to get in classes, which would have been embarrassing if she were someone else. But of course, Susie was the bully of the place. No one dared to even step foot anywhere near her. Not even if she was doing something bad, like what she was doing now, which was stealing chalk from the cabinet of another empty classroom. She wasn’t stealing it to write with, oh no, chalk was in fact her favourite snack to have. Especially the strawberry ones. So she took one, and bit it in half, concealing the box in her front trouser pocket. She sighed, “Suppose it's time to pay that Alphys and her dumb class a visit.” she grumbled, closing the door and trudging along to class. Closer and closer the door came, closer the noise was. “Huh, looks like Alphys here cant keep her classroom quiet. Better teach those twerps a lesson or two about being quiet for ya teacher huh.” she laughed to herself before swinging the door open, and what greeted her was silence, scared staring classmates…

And a new kid.

Huh. “Psssht. Looks like an absolute nerd to me.” she thought, before shooting the new kid a look, before sitting in her seat at the back of the class. The small teacher, standing behind her desk, looked as if she were sweating. “W-well… as I-I was eerr, saying- Um, welcome our new classmate, Noelle Holiday!” Alphys stuttered, clearly still shocked by Susie’s grand entrance. The girl who’s name apparently was Noelle, didn’t seem so shocked, just nervous, looking down at her feet, extremely red in the face. Susie leaned back in her chair, one foot on the desk, raising an eyebrow. “This kid aint gonna survive a day if she even tries talking to me.” Susie muttered to herself, chuckling quietly. “H...Hey everyone..” Noelle squeaked, “Erm, M-my name is Noelle a-and i um, i really like writing. Hope w-we can a-all be friends.” she waved rather awkwardly, as the class, of course other than Susie, said hello back. She just rolled her eyes, averting her eyes elsewhere. Well, there wasn’t much to look at, just poorly plastered walls and white plain ceiling. There were windows but today wasn’t as nice as the last, it was all grey and dreary outside, clouds looming over the city like a blanket. Sounds like it will most likely rain soon.

“Erm, w-why don’t you take the umm e-empty seat next to Susie? I-I heard y-you are great at helping people with their work, so um… perhaps Susie could need some help in the f-future?” Alphys anxiously looked between Noelle and Susie, laughing a little nervously too, gesturing Noelle to walk to her seat. The class quietly muttered between each other, watching Noelle walk towards the desk rather sheepishly, as if she were walking towards literal death itself, though Susie was sometimes compared like that, compared to others. It was something she got used to, something that never really bothered her. Though what did bother her was the fact that Alphys likes to think that Susie wants the kid’s help. She didn’t get a say at all. But she just stared at the girl walk towards the seat, before looking back to the front of the classroom.

And there was the second bell, meaning class had officially started. Another dumb wasted day full of pointless shitty lessons, which obviously, Susie was gonna—as always—do absolutely nothing in. Waiting for the bell for lunchtime. Until then, she would lean against the wall on her chair and wait, listening to rain which began to gradually patter softly against the window.

…

And there it was, eventually it came around, and everyone walked out of their seats and into the cafeteria to eat, except Susie of course. She stomped along to the empty classroom again, as she usually did. It was peaceful there, oddly enough. Even brutes like her liked the peace and quiet sometimes. She shut the door, and walked to the old teacher's seat. She always found it weird that teachers got better seats than the students, even though students would do all the work. Surely the students were better than them? Susie liked to think that, that she was better than everyone else, because she is in her mind. Everyone was just pebbles beneath her feet. No one gave a shit and/or was scared shitless of her, so why should she care about those fools? She sighed again, sitting on the windowsill, watching the rain. It was nice, to be honest. Soothing. Rain was her favourite weather, besides thunderstorms. Just sitting there, listening to something for once. She was never angry during those times, she was calmed by the soft pitter patter against the windows and on the concrete roads. Sometimes, she’d sneak outside to sit in the rain at night. She’d gain attention just sitting there, with no hood on in the rain, but did she care? No, of course not. So she sat, looking rather bored watching the grey clouds slowly move across the skyline.

That is until the door opened, and the petite figure of the new kid, Noelle stepped in the classroom, shyly shuffling on her feet.

Susie exhaled heavily in annoyance, standing up, looking at the girl. “So. You’re the new kid, huh.” Walking over to a desk near Noelle, leaning against it. “A-are you supposed to be here..?” Noelle mumbled, still looking down. Susie angrily replied with, “No. Why does it matter, twerp?” folding her arms. “What, ya gonna run to old Alphys and tell of me, squirt? Now listen here, she ain’t gonna do shit, and you. YOU ain’t gonna do shit either, capiche?” she walked over, standing directly in front of her, looking down at her in annoyance and anger. “Got anything to say, huh?” she tilted her head, watching Noelle’s cheeks flare, her body scrunch up and shake in fear. Suddenly, Susie got closer, muttering, “I know you don’t know me, and trust me, you should be glad ya don’t but…” her hand grabbed Noelle by her checkered jumper and slammed her against the door. Susie’s piercing yellow eyes looked down at Noelle, full of vexation, growling:

“Quiet People PISS me off.”

“And do you know what..” she chuckled, “You are really pushin’ your luck here. Not even a yelp, huh? I give ya a week kid, and you’re outta this place.” Susie noticed Noelle’s teary eyes, shaky body and very red and embarrassed face and loosened up a little, letting go of the girl. “You’re lucky that I actually do have a heart and didn’t bite your face off.” she backed away, turning around and opening a box of chalk and picking out a blue piece of chalk, biting it in half. “Just get outta my sight squirt. Don’t even try coming in here ever again, ya got that?” she grunted. After a few seconds, she heard the door shut, and no Noelle in sight. Susie sighed. sitting on the desk, staring at her hands. Even though she was an emotionless brute of a girl, she did feel bad for the new kids. They were fresh meat, easy to pick on, needing to be taught lessons. But that kid didn’t even fight back. Didn’t even yelp in fear, just bottled her feelings inside. What, did she think she was better than her? Psht. There was no way in hell. But for a few moments Susie felt confused, the kid seemed odd, seemed different. She didn’t know what it was. Just… A gut feeling. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done that—No. She should have. She disturbed her, right? Ghn..

Jolting her back to reality was the bell, indicating the last lessons of the day would begin, then it was time to head back home, the same thing she did everyday. Great. She snarled at the ringing sound, banging the empty classroom door open, disturbing some younger kids who were making their way across the opposite way Susie was heading. Back to class.

END OF CHAPTER 1.

[mangoesblythe]

Hopeless Crush

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You were walking through the woods with a smile on your face. it was almost spring and you loved spring. you loved how the birds would sing and the flowers would grow.

You were on your way to school as you heard someone approach you. It was Gilbert Blythe. the boy that had been flirting with you for weeks now. everyone knew he had a huge crush on you including you. but no one knew you had a crush on him too. you were really good at hiding it. maybe a little to good. you just loved making him blush everytime he attempted to be smooth.

"Goodmorning Gilbert" you turn around and smile at him.

"Goodmorning" he starts walking next to you. "Can I walk with you"

"sure I don't see why not" you say smiling.

the walk was a bit awkward. you saw Gilbert looking at you from the corner of your eye. It was obvious that he wanted to say something but didn't know what. it made you chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" he asks a little confused.

"I'm laughing at how awkward this is, you've barely said a word"

"oh well, I enjoy looking at you" he says looking into your eyes.

you stop walking and turn towards him.

"oh, and why's that Blythe?" you ask him slowly staring back into his eyes bringing your face closer to his. Gilbert feels his heart beating in his chest as he feels your warm breath on his face.

"w-well becau-"

"Gilbert! Y/n!"

you turn around and see Diana walking towards you. you look at Gilbert who is now slightly blushing.

"Hey Diana" you say smiling like nothing just happened. you were pretty good at that and it drove Gilbert mad. Everytime he thought you two had a moment you'd just snap out if it and act like nothing happened. you never acted embarrassed and Gilbert thought that it must mean that you had zero interest in him.

"can I walk with you guys? Anne isn't coming today" Diana asked.

"Sure" you said. you looked over at Gilbert again who looked a little disappointed.

you walked in between Gilbert and Diana putting your arms around them both. you put your hand on Gilbert's shoulder and slowly stroked it.

"Oh my God she's touching me." Gilbert thought to himself freaking out inside.

Gilbert turned bright red and looked away. but Diana and you noticed. you saw Diana struggling to hold her laughter.

you approached the school and you saw your friends sitting outside. you pulled your arm back slowly stroking Gilbert's neck softly. you kissed his cheek teasingly.

"see ya!" you said before walking off with Diana.

you walked towards your friends

"I don't wanna turn around but is he looking at me?" you ask chuckling.

"yep, He's bright red and smiling" Tillie said laughing.

"do you even like him?" Diana asks.

"hmm I don't know" you lie. nobody needed to know about your crush

"you shouldn't play with his feelings" Ruby said.

"I'm not playing with his feelings"

right?

"seems to me like you kinda are, the poor guy is head over heels in love with you and you just flirt with him, meaningless"

"it's not meaningless" you say a little irritated. "I'll see you guys in class" you say standing up and walking away from them. and you hear them whisper things.

it wasn't playing with his feelings if you liked him back right?

_______________

You sat down in your seat next to Diana. class started and it was really boring. you sighed as you tried to keep your eyes open. you suddenly felt something hit your shoulder. it fell to the floor and you looked at it. it was a small crumbled piece of paper. mr phillips picked it up before you could even try to reach it. You looked at Gilbert because you knew he threw it. He was panicking. his eyes widened and he turned bright red trying to avoid eye contact with you.

you looked at mr Phillips who had now unfolded it and started reading it out loud.

dear y/n,

I enjoy looking at you because you're so beautiful. I could look at you for hours. you're perfect to me.

your heart fluttered at those words and you looked over to Gilbert but he was staring at the floor.

mr Phillips cold tone was loud and clear and the whole class heard. Gilbert looked like his head was about to explode from pure embarrassment and the whole class was giggling. you looked at him with a painful expression on your face. normally it was kinda funny when he would embarrass himself in front of you but this just felt wrong.

"who wrote this?" mr Phillips asked.

everyone looked at Gilbert. you could see the panic in his eyes. you didn't know what to do. normally when he was embarrassed he would just laugh it off but now that wasn't possible.

Gilbert opened his mouth.

"I w-wrote the n-note sir" He stuttered looking at the floor.

you just ruined every chance you had with her. Idiot.

Gilbert thought to himself clenching his jaw.

the class laughed even harder. you looked at some of your friends and mouthed to them to shut up.

"I'm sorry Mr Blythe I couldn't hear you" Mr Phillips said.

"I said t-that I wrote t-the note sir" he said it louder this time and his voice cracked causing people to laugh again.

You were disgusted by the whole situation.

"blackboard now!" Mr Phillips had a grin on his face and you didn't like were this was going.

Gilbert stood up he was trembling.

"Mr Phillips stop!" you yelled. and Gilbert looked at you for a second.

"quiet y/n!" Mr Phillips yelled.

Gilbert stood in front of the blackboard.

"Gilbert Blythe should not disturb class for his completely hopeless crush" Mr Phillips said while writing down that exact phrase on the blackboard.

Those words seemed to hit Gilbert hard. He ran out of the classroom without even grabbing his coat.

"Mr Blythe where are you going!?" mr Phillips yelled. the whole class bursted out in laughter.

you stood up and threw your book to the ground. you give your classmates a piece of your mind before running after Gilbert.

You find him sitting against a tree still trembling and still bright red.

"Gilbert" you say as you sit down next to him.

"please I don't wanna talk"

"that's alright" you take his hand and rub his fingers with your thumb as a tear rolls down his face.

you both just sat there for a while just breathing. Gilbert calmed down a bit and turned to you.

"you know I meant what I wrote" He says. you open your mouth to say something but he stops you. "don't say anything y/n. I know you don't feel the same. I can tell by the way you always act like nothing happens like this morning when our lips almost touched it meant nothing to you. I mean nothing to you. it's like Mr Phillips said a completely hopeless crush."

"Gilbert I-"

"please don't say it out loud, I know you don't like me back but I don't think I can handle you actually saying it."

"Gilber-"

"please don't talk" he says with tears in his eyes. "please"

"fine I won't say anything then" you grab his face and press your lips on his.

SHE'S KISSING ME? SHE'S KISSING ME!

Gilbert's thoughts were going crazy. and so were the butterflies in his stomach

you pull away and he looks at you with wide eyes.

"w-wha- w-why d-did you-"

"because I like you back you idiot" you say smiling softly . "I'm sorry for playing with your feelings. I thought it was just harmless flirting I didn't know it made you feel that way"

Gilbert looked at you with a very shocked expression on his face.

"please say you forgive me Gilbert"

"I forgive you" he says.

"Im just so happy you like me back!" He now has a big smile on his face. all the redness was gone and his confidence was back. he pulled you close and kissed you again. very passionate. he pulls away slowly.

"will you be my girlfriend?"

"of course"

[superfreakerz]

TDDUP 21

"Til Death Do Us Part"

Rated M for smut.

Immortal/Reincarnation AU.

Summary: There are immortals and there are those who reincarnate, but it's best to keep these things hidden. Lucy is attending college and meets Natsu, a mischievous boy with pink hair, a devilish smile, and a body that never ages.

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Chapter 21

Excited

"Good morning, Lu-chan!" Levy greeted as she entered the classroom while Jellal tipped his head forward in his normal, silent acknowledgement.

"Good morning, guys," Lucy replied, taking her seat. She couldn't even pull out her writing journal before Levy began to bombard her with questions, all of them pertaining to her relationship with Natsu.

"How are you and Natsu? Did you do anything fun last night?"

"You really don't have to ask that every time we see each other, you know? We're good. In fact, we're better than good!" Lucy's cheeks tinged pink as she confessed, "We told each other that we love each other last night!"

"Really!?" Levy squealed, oblivious to the curious glances she received from their puzzled classmates. "Everyone knew you guys felt that way, but it's nice to know you guys are aware of it now too!"

Lucy nodded in agreement. She glanced past Levy at Jellal, who was listening with a pleasant smile on his face. What she was going to say next was embarrassing with the boy there, but she really had to get it out of her and at least his quiet demeanor made it a little better.

"We finally had one of those deep kisses like in the movies," she said, her voice lowered so that nobody else in their class could hear her.

Levy's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really? How was it?"

"Amazing," Lucy said, followed by a dreamy sigh. "We were a little confused at first since we hadn't done it before, but we picked it up quickly. And… I think we're going to take it even further soon." She watched the pair's eyes grow, a blush slowly appearing on their faces.

"Like… All the way?" Levy whispered, turning her head to make sure nobody else was listening.

Lucy nodded frantically. She covered her face with her hands, peeking between her fingers to look at the two. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"Why would that make you a bad person?"

"Well, we are moving pretty fast…"

"Are you asking me if it'll make you a slut? Because first off, it wouldn't. And second of all, who cares if it did? As long as you're both happy, who cares what anybody else thinks?"

"I agree with Levy," Jellal chimed in. "Every relationship moves at its own pace."

"Right. Gajeel and I had sex before we even got together." Usually she would be too embarrassed to talk about her sex life, but her friend needed help.

"As did Erza and I."

"And Gray and Juvia had sex months after getting together. We're all different. You just need to focus on your relationship, not what other people think," Levy said.

"You're right," Lucy agreed, nodding her head. "Who knows, maybe Natsu doesn't even want to do that sort of stuff yet anyways. I was just assuming based on how fast we took everything else."

"But you want to?" the blue-headed girl questioned, wiggling her eyebrows skillfully.

Lucy flushed, averting her gaze. "W-Well yeah. I can't help it!"

"I know, I know. I'm just teasing you, Lu-chan! When you do, just make sure you tell me so we can talk all about it!"

Lucy snorted, rolling her eyes. Her voice was laced with sarcasm as she replied, "Yeah, I'll make sure to call you right away."

"Good. Anyways, what are you doing on December 1st?"

"I'm not sure yet. Why?"

"Right before you got here, Jellal and I were talking about how to spend his birthday, which is on December 1st. It won't be during break, so try to make sure you're free!"

"Oh, that's awesome!" Lucy gushed, glancing at Jellal. "You'll be turning twenty-two, right?"

"That's correct," the boy answered. "Give or take a few decades."

"What are you planning for it?"

"Nothing much," Jellal said with a shrug. "Just spending the day at Fairy Tail."

"Erza was going to plan a surprise party," Levy informed her. "But every year, Jellal always manages to find out about it. He already found out about Erza's plans before she could even make reservations."

Lucy pictured an angry Erza having her plans for a surprise party foiled. Sweat dripped down her forehead. "She must get angry."

"Oh, she does. Trust me, it's not pretty. After Jellal busted her, she decided to let him choose what we do."

"Well now that you guys have me, we'll make sure to surprise you next year, Jellal!"

"I am looking forward to it," he replied.

Before she could reply, Capricorn entered the room, signaling the start of class. The class fell quiet, not out of fear of their professor like students did with Aquarius, but out of respect towards him. He had an aura about him that made everyone respect him and give him their full attention.

"Good morning, class," Capricorn greeted, pulling out the class materials for the day. "As you know, the quarter is coming to an end soon, which means finals are approaching. Instead of giving a test, I will be giving a final project. All of you must write your own stories. Ten chapters, five thousand words each."

"Is there a prompt?" some student in the back asked.

"No. There are no rules to the genre or rating, you have complete freedom of that. However, I am looking for a sense of difficulty. I want all of you to really challenge yourselves with this assignment. Whether it is a complicated timeline, a subject you've never breached, anything that I know is out of your comfort zone. And of course, I expect perfect grammar. No plot holes, please."

Lucy grinned, her head already coming up with different ideas. She was going to knock this assignment out of the park.

Once class was dismissed, Lucy shoved her things into her bag, heading out the door beside her friends. As usual, Natsu was waiting for her outside of the room, his lips stretching into a grin the moment he saw her.

"Yo, Luce!" he greeted with a wave.

"Hi, Natsu," she replied. Turning to Levy and Jellal, she said, "I'll see you guys next time in class."

The two waved goodbye before heading towards their next class, their steps hastened out of fear of having a marker chucked at them courtesy of Aquarius if they were late.

Reaching their class, they took their seats in the back by Gray, who greeted Lucy with a nod of his head.

"Hey, Lucy," the boy said.

"Hi, Gray! Finals are coming up. You ready?"

"Guess so. I'm pretty good in all my subjects this quarter so I should be fine. What about you?"

Lucy shrugged. "I'm feeling pretty confident. Though, I should take some extra time to study for Chemistry."

"Want me to help you? I can come over later and we can go over the review packet."

Natsu's lips curled downwards into an annoyed frown. Even though he trusted the two of them, the thought of them alone in Lucy's apartment still irked him. And why did she need tutoring anyways? It wasn't like she had bad grades.

"Don't you have an A in that class?" Natsu asked her.

"A minus," the girl answered. "Which is still amazing, don't get me wrong. But if I can try to do better, why not?"

"Then I'll tutor you!" Natsu suggested, pointing to himself with a wide grin. "I'm awesome at science!"

Lucy nodded, remembering Erza telling her that before. "Alright then. But no goofing off!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

As class ended, Lucy and Natsu packed their things before heading out. Gray walked with them until their paths split, the couple heading towards Lucy's apartment while he went to Fairy Tail.

They reached her apartment quickly, dropping their bags on the couch. Shivers ran up and down Lucy's body as she hugged herself. It was colder inside than it was outside! Checking the thermostat, the girl turned the dial up and waited for the room to heat up.

"I think your heater is broken," Natsu stated. "Usually it makes a humming noise when it's on."

"Oh no!" Lucy cried, hugging herself even tighter. Her teeth chattered as another shiver ran up her spine. "I hate the cold!"

"Luce, I hate to break it to ya, but you don't exactly dress for the weather."

The girl looked down at herself. She was adorned in a thin, tight fitting shirt and a black skirt in the middle of winter. "Alright, I guess you have a point."

Natsu nodded, his gaze falling from her eyes down to her chest. Thanks to the cold temperature and the thinness of her shirt, he could easily make out her nipples, which were growing erect underneath the fabric. His tongue slid over his lips.

"I'm going to change into warmer clothes really quick," Lucy said, snapping his attention back to her face. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," he replied, taking one last glance at her chest while he could still see the hardened peaks underneath her shirt. He wished he could see them without the shirt.

One Lucy returned, this time dressed in fluffy pajama pants and one of his sweatshirts- he had tried to take it back before but she had apparently called dibs on it- she unzipped her bag and grabbed her school stuff. "Alright, let's start!"

Natsu caught her hand. "Wait! Shouldn't we eat first? I'm starving!"

She rolled her eyes. Her stomach then decided to betray her by grumbling loud. "Fine. But after that we're studying!"

"Of course!"

Natsu followed Lucy into the kitchen, watching as she bent over to pick up a plastic container from a cupboard. His eyes glazed over her shapely rear. Even in her pajama pants, her curves were apparent. He swallowed thickly, his heart beating faster in excitement. His fingers itched out to drag along her curves and to rip away the fabric that covered her skin.

But as Lucy turned back around to face him, he forced a nonchalant expression to his face and tore his eyes away from her bum. He watched as she filled the container with some strawberries and grabbed a can of whipped cream.

"I want to finish these before they go bad," she explained, leading the way back to the couch.

They sat in a content silence as they munched on the fruit. Lucy sprayed some of the whipped cream next to the strawberries. Natsu watched as she grabbed a strawberry, dunked it in cream, and plopped it on her mouth.

A tingling sensation erupted between his legs as he watched Lucy stick her finger into her mouth and suck on some of the white cream that touched her skin.

Lucy glanced towards Natsu. She arched a brow. His face was pale and dotted with sweat as he stared back at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"N-Nothing," he choked out in reply. "A-Anyways, ready to study?"

She gave him a puzzled look. "I didn't think you'd be so quick to want to study. I thought you were starving."

"…I think I might be hungry for something else."

"Did you want me to make you something?"

"No, no! Let's just study, alright?"

Lucy shrugged, pushing away the strawberries and grabbing her binder for Chemistry. Pulling out a review packet full of things that were going to be on the test, she handed it over to Natsu for him to skim it over.

"Are you familiar with this kind of stuff?" she asked.

Natsu didn't even need to flip through the packet to know that he knew everything. Being an immortal and having to retake classes came in handy sometimes. That, and he'd always been good at science thanks to his interest in pyrotechnics. Before he found out he was an immortal, he wanted to explore it as a career. But just like it did with everything else, immortality took that dream away from him.

"Yeah, I'm familiar with it," Natsu finally answered.

Lucy studied him, noticing the strange gleam in his eyes. He wore a smile on his face, but there wasn't an ounce of happiness in it. It was empty.

"…Okay," Lucy said, not knowing what else to say. It was clear that he was upset, but she didn't have a clue as to why. Instead of pressuring him to talk about it, she was going to wait patiently for him to open up to her. "So, why don't we start? I'll answer the questions and you can correct me if I'm wrong."

"Sounds good," Natsu replied, leaning back with a grin.

Lucy began to answer all of the questions. The first section was memorization of the periodic table, which she had mastered. The next was formulas, which was a bit more challenging. She went through the packet, taking over half an hour to finish before handing it over to Natsu.

She watched as he skimmed through her answers, circling those that were wrong- which weren't much, thankfully. Her eyes traveled from the red pen in his hand up to his arms. They were tan, and even though his muscles weren't flexed at the moment, she could still admire the toned shape of them.

Lucy swallowed thickly, the area between her thighs starting to tingle. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she continued to ogle him, which went unnoticed by the boy.

Natsu corrected the last page before closing the packet and handing it back to Lucy. He arched a brow, noticing the pink hue of her cheeks.

"You good?" he asked.

Lucy snapped out her trance. Her voice was squeaky as she answered, "Yep! All good! Let's go over this!"

As they went through the packet together, Natsu explained why Lucy got certain problems wrong. They went through step-by-step to reach the correct solution, though Lucy's mind was elsewhere.

Drool was practically dripping down her chin as she stared at Natsu again. This time, her eyes were glued to his abs, which were exposed due to his strange choice of clothes. Seriously, how did he of all people manage to have abs that were chiseled by the gods? The boy ate like a beast! And sure, he worked out more than she did, but not enough to excuse his deranged appetite!

"Did you get that?" she heard Natsu's voice call out to her.

Snapping her gaze up to meet his, she nodded. "Yep. Got it." However, every word fell on deaf ears. She really should have studied with Gray instead. She would have actually been studying with him rather than imagining all the places she could kiss him. "Note to self, never try to study with your boyfriend."

Natsu cocked his head to the side as he studied Lucy. The girl was weird. This he had known since the day he met her. But she was acting even stranger than usual.

"Are you sick or something?" Natsu asked.

Lucy shook her head. "Why would I be sick?"

"Because your face is all red and you seem pretty out of it."

"Oh! Maybe I am sick then!"

Natsu squinted his eyes at the girl. She'd always been a terrible liar. "No you aren't. What's goin' on, Lucy? Why're you acting weirder than normal?"

"I'm not!"

"Luuucy! Just tell me already!"

The girl looked away, the pink in her cheeks turning to a deep red. "A-Alright, fine. I guess…" Feeling embarrassed, she mumbled, "I want a kiss."

"What?"

"I want a kiss! Okay?"

Natsu's cheeks puffed out as he stifled a laugh. "That's it? That's why you've been actin' weird?"

"Shut up," Lucy replied, crossing her arms.

"Come here," Natsu said with a grin. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her closer to him and crashed his lips upon hers, leaving her breathless. Her hand went limp in his hold as their lips washed together in perfect harmony.

Feeling braver now, Lucy moved herself onto his lap, all the while keeping her lips on his. She straddled him, tilting her head to the side as she deepened the kiss. His body was warm against hers. Hard, too.

Caught in the moment, Lucy wrapped her arms around Natsu's neck and pulled him closer to her. With newfound curiosity, the girl slid her tongue against his lips, asking for permission to be let in. She felt him tense against her, probably unsure as to what to do, but he got the hint and let his mouth part for her tongue to enter.

Their tongues found each other instantly, washing against the other fervently. His mouth was warm, just like the rest of him. She took her time exploring every inch of his mouth while he did the same to her.

His mouth wasn't all she wanted to explore, and in that moment of sharing passionate kisses, Lucy found herself drowning in all of Natsu. Her hands traveled from his hair down to his abs, tracing over the indentations of each one, down to the hem of his pants. She felt his body grow rigid against her. She stopped and pulled away, her face red with heat.

"I'm sorry," she breathed out. She found herself panting after all of that.

"It's okay," Natsu replied. His cheeks were just as red as hers. He felt his body tingle, a sign that he was about to grow hard if pushed any further.

"I guess I got ahead of myself."

"I-I don't mind if you don't."

Lucy's eyes darted towards his. "You don't?"

He shook his head quickly. "Nope. If anything, I've been dying to do this."

"…So, I can keep going?"

He nodded, his blush deepening. He hoped he didn't come off as desperate, but in truth, he was desperate for her touch. Only hers. "Yeah, but only if you want to."

"Okay then," Lucy replied. "H-How far?"

Natsu swallowed thickly. "As far as you want."

Lucy nodded, her eyes darting towards his lips. Knowing that he was on the same page as her, she leaned forward and planted her lips over his once again. She waited for them to find their rhythm before she allowed her hands to travel down to his abs again. She loved the feel of his warm skin against her fingertips.

Lucy cocked her head to the side as Natsu's lips washed over her neck, sucking on the flesh. His sharp teeth lightly dragged over her skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth parting as she took in the pleasure that racked her body just from those simple kisses.

They were magical. They were addictive. They were everything she needed.

She grabbed Natsu's coat and slid it off his shoulders. Her hands glazed over his biceps, squeezing the muscle beneath her fingers. She went to move her hands and explore more of him when she felt something hard beneath her.

Lucy pulled away from him, her cheeks set ablaze.

"Is that…" she began.

Horror etched Natsu's features as he glanced away, embarrassed. "Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back anymore."

Lucy grabbed his cheeks and forced him to face her before crashing her lips against his.

"Don't be sorry," she said, her voice low and sultry. Lust pooled her brown orbs. "And you don't have to hold back."

Natsu nodded slowly, the gleam in Lucy's eyes putting him in a trance. He brushed some golden strands out of her face, cupping her cheek before pulling her in for another kiss. No longer ashamed of his body's natural reaction, he allowed himself to fall back in the direction they were previously headed in.

Since Lucy had helped herself to feeling his body, he decided to do the same. His fingers grazed her shoulders, tracing gently down to her breasts. He felt her release a shaky breath against his lips as he dragged a finger over one of the mounds, right over her nipple. Even underneath the thick sweater, he could feel the hardened nub.

His teeth gnawed on her lower lip as he squeezed her breasts in his hands. He'd been dying to do that for so long, and it was everything he dreamed of and more. Even though he kept his hands strictly above fabric- he wouldn't delve beneath until he knew Lucy was okay with it- his heart began to thump wildly nonetheless.

Electricity shot through his body, coursing through his veins as Lucy melted into his touch. A soft exhale slipped past her lips, her head hanging back. Natsu squeezed them harder, smoothing his thumb over her peaks as he did.

Lucy couldn't take it anymore. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting. All she knew was she wanted more. Grabbing his hand, she led it to the hem of her sweater and dragged it beneath the fabric, against her skin up to her bare breast.

Natsu swallowed thickly, his cock twitching in excitement as his hands massaged Lucy's breasts. They were warm in his hands, larger than he expected as they spilled past his fingers. He knew they were big, but he didn't know how big they were until he held them.

As he smoothed his thumb over her nipple, he clenched his jaw as Lucy grinded against him. The friction between them was amazing, and he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and feel her flesh against his.

He was about to kiss the shell of her ear when her phone suddenly started playing its chime, loud enough to startle them both. They pulled away from each other, their faces flushed and dotted with sweat. Their eyes were half-lidded.

Lucy nearly cursed as she sent her phone a deadly glare. It hadn't stopped ringing yet, and she was about to give whoever was calling an earful for interrupting them.

"You should go check it," Natsu said, holding his hands up in surrender when she turned her glare onto him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoyin' this too, but it could be important." His eyes lingered on her chest. "We could always finish this after."

Lucy sighed, knowing he was right. Getting off of him, she let her gaze land on his lap to study the bulge within his pants. A proud smirk appeared on her face, happy that she was able to have such an effect on him.

Heading over to the dining table to grab her phone, she picked it up and turned it over to look at the screen. Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropping on its hinges as she found it wasn't someone calling. It was a reminder.

A frown graced her lips as she clutched her phone tightly to her chest.

"That's right. It's about that time."

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl placed her phone back on the table.

"Lucy? Are you okay?" she heard Natsu call out to her.

Facing him, she feigned a smile. He was going to have to find out about this sooner or later. Might as well tell him now.

"Yeah, it wasn't a call," she told him. "It was a reminder."

"A reminder for what?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he raised a brow at her.

"For a trip I'm taking," Lucy answered, rubbing the back of her head with a chuckle.

"A trip? Where are you going?" A frown spread over the boy's face as he got up from the couch to stand by her. "Is everything okay, Lucy?"

"Yeah! Everything is fine! I just need to go home for a few days."

"Oh, for your dad? I thought that was during the break."

"It is. This is a different trip."

"What's it for?"

Lucy averted her gaze. In truth, her first parents' anniversary was coming up, and she made sure to set out to visit their graves at least once during their anniversary every life time. But it wasn't like she could tell Natsu that. She already made it clear she hated her father of this life.

"I'm visiting my mom's grave," she finally said, still unable to meet his gaze. "The anniversary of her death is coming up." It wasn't a complete lie. She was going to see her mother's grave for her anniversary, just not that one.

Natsu eyed her for a moment before shaking his head. Lucy was never a good liar, even now. He could read her like an open book. His gaze was hard as he stared at her. "Lucy, I promised not to lie to you anymore. You need to do the same for me. You don't have to tell me what it is you're doing, but you don't have to lie to me either."

Lucy sighed, guiltily meeting his gaze. "I know. You're right. I'm sorry that I lied to you."

"It's alright."

"I would tell you if I could. But I'm not… I'm not ready."

"That's okay," Natsu assured, ruffling her hair and giving her a grin. "If you're ever ready, you know where to find me."

"Yeah, in my apartment since you're always breaking in," Lucy replied, nudging him playfully.

"Yep! Eatin' your food while I'm at it!"

A laugh slipped past her lips. She grabbed his hands and smiled up at him. "Thank you for being so understanding."

"Don't mention it," Natsu replied, giving her hands a squeeze. "You'd do the same for me. So, when's this trip of yours?"

"Oh, I haven't booked it yet. But I'm going to try to get a flight for the second."

"Of December?"

"Yeah," Lucy answered, nodding her head. "I know Jellal's birthday is on the first, so I want to be here to celebrate, and the second is the latest I can leave since I have to be there for the third."

"It takes that long to get there?" Natsu asked.

"Well, it's an eight-hour flight from here. I'm going to the opposite side of Fiore."

"Wow. Whatever you're doin' must be important. Want me to come with you? I'll be a mess on the flight, but I can still keep you company."

"It is important. And thank you for the offer, really. But I have to go alone." Even though nobody would recognize her in her first hometown, it was still risky to bring someone else there. "I'll make sure to bring back a souvenir for you!"

Natsu frowned, still wary of her traveling alone. "Alright. Better be a good one!"

"Hey! You should just be glad I'm getting you something in the first place!"

Now that their mood from earlier was gone, Natsu glanced back at the coffee table littered with Lucy's school stuff.

"So, did you ever hear a thing I was saying earlier 'bout your review packet or were you too busy starin' at me?" Natsu teased with a smirk glued to his face.

Lucy smacked his chest, her cheeks turning pink. "Shut up! Let's just study already!"

"So you didn't listen to a single thing I said because you were starin' at me. Sheesh, get your mind outta the gutter, Lucy! I was only tryna tutor you!"

"I will kill you."

As the two sat back down on the couch, Natsu teasing Lucy with his relentless jokes, they eventually got back into studying, this time actually studying. Still, somewhere deep in their minds, they knew that their relationship was headed towards a new adventure, and both of them couldn't wait to experience it.

[alpxcamin]

An Angel at Heart

Requested?: Yeah~

Words: 1.8k

Group: Qing Chun You Ni

Member(s): Zhan Yu (feat. Mr. Meow lol)

You sighed as you heard your deskmate drop his books onto the desk. You’re honestly surprised that he was even on time today. Usually, he would come in the middle of the class or not come at all.

“No ‘good morning’?” the boy teased.

You turned to glare at him, “Morning.”

“Good morning. There that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Zhan Yu’s smirk irked the hell out of you.

“You’re here early today,” you mumble.

Zhan Yu simply ignored your snarky comment and the teacher walked in. Throughout the class, you tiredly take notes, occasionally flicking your eraser around. Luckily, Zhan Yu wasn’t the type to disrupt the class, or you, much. He preferred to pick up trouble outside of school. However, he never really followed the dress code. He always had on that black, leather jacket over his crinkled uniform shirt. He never buttoned up the first two buttons and never wore his tie. His pants were always cuffed and he wore whatever shoes he wished to wear that day.

Finally, the boring class ended and as soon as the bell rang, you decided to make a run for it. Usually, you would stay in class during the short break time you had, but today, you had woken up later than normal so you haven’t had breakfast yet.

However, as soon as you got up, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back down into the chair. You groan and try to compose yourself. You rolled your eyes as you look over to Zhan Yu, trying to tug your hand out of his grasp.

“What?” you seethe.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“That’s none of your business,” you scowl, but tell him anyway, “I’m going to buy something to eat.”

“Okay, see ya,” Zhan Yu shrugs.

You rolled your eyes once again and luckily, he doesn’t pull you back down again. You quickly make your way to the cafeteria and buy yourself a couple of snacks and a drink. You honestly considered getting Zhan Yu a drink for getting here so early today, but you decided against it. There’s no way you’d spend your allowance on him.

You hummed happily, making your way back to class, biting into the soft bread. Just as you’re about to open the door to the classroom, it slams open and you jump back, avoiding getting hit. You nearly dropped your bread.

“What the?” you shriek.

“What the what?” Zhan Yu asked, standing right in front of you.

“Hey! You almost made me drop my food,” you hiss, trying to calm yourself down. You silently apologized to all your classmates for yelling so loud.

“Whatever,” the tall boy steps aside to let you in.

You thank him quietly before making your way back to your seat, happily eating. You eventually forget about the fact that you almost got hit by the door as you peacefully munch on your snacks. You’re too busy to notice Zhan Yu lingering by the door as you walked past before walking out himself.

---

“I don’t think your plan is working, Lin Mo,” Zhan Yu scowls at his friend, taking an angry bite into his sandwich.

“Dude, it’s only been half a day. This takes time,” the older boy rolls his eyes.

“She thinks I’m weird now! She literally asked me if I was sick,” Zhan Yu groaned, scoffing down the rest of his lunch.

“You’ve been so mean to her the past two years. What’d you expect?” Zhennan shrugs.

“Yeah, why’d you think being mean to her would get her to like you anyway?” Jia Yi snorts.

“Yah, shut up. I shouldn’t have asked you guys for advice,” Zhan Yu sobs internally as he stared across the cafeteria, watching you longingly as you chatted happily with your friends.

---

“Hey, I think Zhan Yu is staring at you,” your friend nudges you.

“Pfft no way,” you laugh, “Why would he be staring at me for?”

“Ugh, take a look for yourself,” your friend pouts.

You shake your head, “Nah, I’m good.”

---

When you went back to class, you noticed that Zhan Yu was noticeably quieter. After lunch is usually when he gets rowdier, but not today apparently. Today has just been strange. He was actually decently kind to you for once and that concerned you. You even asked if he was feeling sick before you headed off to lunch.

However, you decided to take this chance to focus in class. Normally, he would be all up in your business, poking, prodding, and just distracting you from paying attention to the teacher. For once, you’re able to peacefully take notes without Zhan Yu yanking your pencil out of your hand or purposely bumping into your arm so that you would mess up your notes.

Although you enjoyed this new found peace, you felt as if there was something missing. I can’t possibly miss Zhan Yu bothering me...you think to yourself. Your brows furrowed and you quickly shake the thought out of your head. Taking a deep breath, you continued to take notes.

The class passed by quickly and honestly, it was a lot more boring. Even if you didn’t want to admit it at first, by the end of the period, you came to terms with yourself that you SOMEWHAT missed Zhan Yu annoying you. You huffed, disappointed in yourself for getting to this point.

“Ok, but seriously...are you sick or what?” you couldn’t resist the urge to ask him again. He’s never been this kind to you or this quiet before. It was actually concerning you.

“N-no?” Zhan Yu manages to stutter out, surprised by your sudden question.

“Hmm...okay,” you shrug, turning away to look out the window at the other end of the classroom.

Beside you, Zhan Yu blushes and he drops his head to the desk, covering his face with his arms. He silently thanked the fact that you were facing the other way so that you couldn’t see his pink cheeks.

---

Over the next few weeks, Zhan Yu continued his sweet acts and you’ve even managed to become friends with him. You surprised yourself when you began thinking about him in a more romantic way. You couldn’t possibly have feelings for him, right? You sighed, frustrated.

“Hey y/n. What’s got you so worked up?” Zhan Yu asks, sliding into his seat, next to yours.

“N-nothing!” you’re surprised by his sudden voice.

“You can talk to me, you know?” he pouts.

You look away, mumbling, “Yeah, but not when it’s about you…”

Luckily, he didn’t hear you and just as he was about to ask you something, the teacher walked into the classroom. You pulled out your notebook and pencil and began taking notes. You heard Zhan Yu scribbling something next to you. Despite him coming to school on time now, he still doesn’t pay attention in class and never takes notes.

Just as you were about to look over, he slides a small slip of paper to you. You look at him, confused, but he simply looks away, crossing his arms. He looks embarrassed and you’re even more intrigued now.

You quietly unfold the small slip of paper and chuckled at the messy handwriting that wrote ‘I need to talk to you after school...privately’

After he passed you that note, he practically ignored you the whole day, not even sparing a glance at you. You were confused, but also a little hurt. Maybe after finally being friends with him, he decided that he didn’t want to be your friend after all.

During the last class, you couldn’t help but to constantly take a peek at the clock. The class seemed painfully slow and awfully boring. At last, the bell rang and you look over at Zhan Yu. He simply mumbles a ‘let’s go’ and he carries your bag, leading you out the classroom.

You lag behind him a little and he notices. He gently grabs your hand and leads you to the back of the school. He places yours and his bag down, propping them against the wall. The two of you simply stand behind the school in awkward silence, your hand still in Zhan Yu’s.

“Uh...so what’d you want to talk to me about?” you ask nervously.

Surprisingly, after he noticed, he still never let go of your hand. Instead, he grabs your other one as well and intertwines your fingers. You blush at his action and look away shyly.

“I like you,” he suddenly blurts.

“W-what?” you gasp, heart beating faster and faster.

“Before you say anything, I just wanted to apologize for all the annoying and mean things I’ve done to you...I just didn’t know how to gain your attention,” Zhan Yu looks down embarrassed. His grip on your hand loosens.

You gulp nervously, holding his hand tighter, “I-I think...I think I like you too.”

“Wait really?” Zhan Yu’s head shoots up, staring at you with hopeful eyes.

“After these past few weeks and getting to know you, I think I’m catching feelings for you,” you cringe at yourself.

“Y-you’re not playing with me, right?” Zhan Yu stutters.

“N-no! Are you?” you squeak.

“No, definitely not!” Zhan Yu sighs in relief.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Zhan Yu spoke again, “So...does that mean you’re my…GIRLFRIEND now?”

“At least take me out on a date first,” you whine, hiding your blushing face behind your hands.

Zhan Yu chuckles and pulls you into a hug, “Okay, let’s go on a date right now then.”

“W-What? So s-soon?” you yelp.

“I want you to be my girlfriend as soon as possible,” Zhan Yu takes hold of your hand.

He picks up both of your bags and leads you back to the front of the school. He reaches his bike and unlocks the chain securing it onto the bike stand and tosses it into the basket attached to his bike. He places both yours and his bag into the basket as well and gets onto the bike, kicking the stand up. You stand dumbfounded for a while.

“Hey, are you gonna get on?” Zhan Yu asks, motioning to the small seat on the back of the bike.

“O-oh yeah…” you awkwardly hop onto the bike.

“Alright, grab on, okay?” Zhan Yu chuckles at your awkward state and you do as you’re told.

Zhan Yu kicks off and begins pedaling. You close your eyes and let the cool breeze calm you. However, you couldn’t help but hold onto Zhan Yu a little tighter. You smile to yourself as the two of you ride off onto your first date.

sdjkfsd he really is an angel uwu

~Admin Liz ♡

[cannedapricot]

First Love! Park Jihoon

happy valentine’s day!! this gif is everything fuck im in love

they say that falling for your first love is a slow, sweet process

like hell it was

honestly you would fiGHT THE PERSON WHO CAME UP WITH THAT

why?

because your first love hit you like a damn train.

you’ve never believed in those cliche “oh fuck i suddenly like my best friend what do i do” dramas

i mean, you’ve been basically stuck to jihoon ever since you two were toddlers

(he threw a mud ball at you during preschool and you threw one back lmao what a start to a friendship)

and never once,

in your seventeen years of life

have you ever thought about dating park jihoon

even during middle school where everyone was going through that weird dating phase

jihoon would get 186294 confessions per week back then

and so many girls would try get close to you in order to get close to jihoon

“hey!!! y/n wanna join us for lunch?? cough you should bring jihoon with you cough”

“uH,,,,,,, HE Y LOOK AT THE TIME GOTTA GO MEET UP WITH WOOJIN TO TALK ABOUT THE TALENT SHOW AHAHAHAHAH”

your middle school didn’t have talent shows

and sure, you’ve have crushes here and there on other people

and dated a few times

but you wouldn’t consider it love???? 

like????? you don’t have that feeling of wanting to see them 24/7 ya know???

entering high school, your friends started experiencing their own first loves while you were just-

“oMG Y/N!!!! HE WAS STARING AT ME DURING MATHS TODAY DO YOU THINK HE LIKES ME OR DID I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE OR WAS I ACTING FUNNY OR--”

“uH sorry can’t relate-”

at one point you gave up and decided that your dream was to become a cat lady and to grow old with fifteen cats

your first high school valentines was cra z y

the amount of pink you saw hurt your eyes lmao

pink flowers

pink boxes

heLL EVEN THE TREES IN SCHOOL GROUNDS WERE WRAPPED WITH PINK RIBBON

AND YOU STOOD THERE THAT MORNING THINKING THAT WOW HIGHSCHOOLERS ARE WILD MAN

at least one of your best friends confessed and got accepted that day :’)))

on the way hone though, you had to help 2park carry some of their chocolates because they received so much that they couldnt carry it themselves w o w s u c h f r i e n d s h i p

the valentines of your second high school year was when you realized that the cliche plot of falling for your friend was actually happening to you

it was yet again another lovey dovey couple day :)

and well

being the oNLY SINGLE PERSON LEFT IN YOUR FRIEND GROUP 

you were left to fight for yourself :’)

the conversation went-

you: hey guys wanna hang out during valentines??? i dont wanna seem like a loser lol

friend a: oh shit i would love to but the boyf wants to go skiing together

friend b: my gf wants to go to this overpriced cafe sighs sorry man

park woojin: i have a blind date on that day.

you: blind date????? woojin you’re literally only seventeen you don’t need that????

so you had let out an angry huff before chucking your phone to the side and heading to the kitchen to get something to stuff your face with

while angrily munching on your piece of bread, a ‘ding’ signifies another message

you lowkey don’t wanna open it because it’s probably jihoon waking up from his nap and going ‘whoops i have a date too’ lmao

but you open it anyway

jihoon: guess i’m not the only single one this year

jihoon: y/n!!!! let’s go hang out and take advantage of all the couple deals like the salty singles we are

you agreed

because yOURE NOT GIVING UP ON ANYTHING THAT HAS A PERCENTAGE OFF YOU HEAR ME

before heading off to school on the fourteenth, you told your parents that you were gonna be home late

and your dad jumped from his seat at the dining table to you

“whAT?????? DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND???????”

“no- dad- iM JUST GONNA HANG OUT WITH JIHOON?????? YOU KNOW THAT KID WHO THREW MUD AT ME?????”

“SO YOU’RE DATING JIHOON??????”

“N O-”

at least your mom was chill about it

“remember, no underage s-”

“IBFUEBOW M O M”

your dad nearly fainted 

but hey, you got the okay from your mom

the moment you got to school

it was exactly like last year

p i n k e v e r y w h e r e

your high school is wild man

but the moment you stepped in class, the rowdy atmosphere immediately became quiet 

you were just ?????

did you offend someone by coming to school today or--

“y/n!!! you’re here!!! i found this great ice cream shop that we can go to!!!! anD THEY’RE HAVING A 50% OFF FOR COUPLES!!!!!!!”

oh

“oop gotta go to basketball practice i’ll see you after school y/n!!!”

ruffles your hair before leaving

o h

your classmate slides up to you with a creepy af grin the second wink boy leaves

“so.... you and jihoon huh?”

o H

“nONONONONONO WE’RE NOT WE’RE JUST FRIE N D S”

“h u h f r i e n d s”

“yEAH!!!! psst why is every girl in class giving me killer glares”

“oh you don’t know huh jihoon rejected everyone who asked him out to go out with you”

O H

O H S H I T

WELP THAT EXPLAINS WHY EVERYONE WANTS TO KILL YOU

and so

with an awkward smile and an awkward wave

you slide into your seat

wishing you could just slide into the ground instead

becAUSE BOY EVERYONE WAS STILL STARING AT YOU??? I KNOW YOU’RE GOOD LOOKING AND ALL BUT STILL-

you lowkey wish that you could bring someone with you so it doesn’t seem like a date date you know what i mean???

but alas you must go yourself foR THE COUPLE DEA L S!!!!

SAVING YOUR WALLET IS PRIORITY OVER SAVING YOUR NON EXISTENT IMAGE AT SCHOOL

and that’s the only thought that got you through all the gossip at school bbiegpsvibrowib

bUT1!!!11!1!

nobody leaves the class as soon as bell rings like normal????

everyone’s sitting at their desks staring at you and jihoon

thEY’RE JUST WAITING FOR MORE GOSSIP MATERIAL

jihoon feels that something’s weird too obviously

and texts you to hurry out because wow it’s like a bunch of wolves staring down their prey what the fuck

you look in jihoon’s direction

and at the count of three,

YOU TWO ZOOM THE FUCK OUTTA THERE

OUT INTO THE HALLWAYS 

PUSHING PAST PEOPLE UNTIL YOU’RE OUT OF THE SCHOOL GATES 

AND ONCE Y’ALL DEEM THAT YOU’RE SAFE

THE TWO OF YOU BURST INTO LAUGHTER

and it���s just some cute, wholesome friend time until jihoon says,

“fresh outta school amirite”

and you have the sudden urge to just leave him and go home

but too late 

you’re in charge of this man child for the next few hours now :”)

the two of you spend quite a time together

“ice cream in this weather tho???? jihoon are you sure you’re not cold????”

“icE CREAM IS GOOD IN ANY WEATHER”

he says, shivering

“u m o k i f y o u  s a y s o”

THE ICE CREAM SHOP HAD A BUY ONE GET ONE FREE SALE AND SO YOU TWO BOUGHT TWO EACH

and immediately regretted it afterwards when you stepped outside into the cold :’)

then the two of you just sat at a bench in the cold, forcing yourselves to down the ice creams bought

and complaining to each other about the couples that walk by

“ew look at all that pda”

“ikr nobody wants to see you make out in the streets jeez”

they weren’t making out

they wERE JUST HOLDING HANDS BUT Y’ALL TOO SALTY TO CARE

“i think valentines is just a thing made by companies so we buy more shit-”

“fuck y/n i think our classmates are following us”

what

yOU SNAP YOUR HEAD AROUND AND THERE

HIDING BEHIND A CORNER

WAS A BUNCH OF STUDENTS WEARING THE OH SO FAMILIAR UNIFORM

“dammit why are they following us”

“they probably want to catch us kissing or smt”

“does no one understand the word ‘privacy’ around here?”

“should we run”

“yeah on the count of three”

“one”

“two”

“tHREE”

YOU TWO ZOOM THE FUCK OUTTA THERE FOR THE SECOND TIME

“hEY WAIT THEY’RE ESCAPING”

YOU HEAR SOMEONE SHOUT FROM BEHIND

AND JIHOON LAUGHS

“THEY’RE COMING AFTER US Y/N RUN FASTER”

AND YOU CAN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A LAUGH AT HOW ABSURD THE SITUATION WAS

at one point, you were too tired to go on

“gO ON JIHOON, I CAN’T LET YOU DIE BECAUSE OF ME. LIVE A GOOD LIFE”

“nO Y/N WE HAVE TO GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER”

wow what kdrama is this 

you plop down dramatically on a bench nearby

waving at jihoon to go on

bUT

HE TAKES YOUR WAVING HAND

AND PULLS YOU TO RUN WITH HIM

SCREECHES

“I TOL D Y O U T H A T I CAN’ T”

the two of you come to stop at a market square, huffing like no tomorrow

weakly, you hit jihoon’s shoulder

“i’m sweating like i’ve been to hell thanks”

“you’re welcome!!!”

you roll your eyes while jihoon turns to make sure that you’ve lost your classmates

“i think they’re gone!!!”

“way to go!!1!111!!1 it’s not like we just ran 28392 miles!!!1111!111″

even though your tone wasn’t welcoming at all

your lips curled upwards

and jihoon burst into laughter

the type of laughter that lights up the whole world

taking a good look at him after a while, your smile freezes on your face

it wasn’t for anything special

just for your best friend laughing against the backdrop of a beautiful orange-pink sky as the sun sets

you know something normal

norMAL MY ASS

BITCH YOU START GETTING THE DOKIS

AND IN YOURR HEAD YOU’RE LIKE

‘OH NO’

‘OH N O’

‘OH N NNONONONOONO’

BECAUSE NO WAY IS YOUR HEART BEATING FASTER FOR YOUR FRIEND OF A DECADE

that night, back at home

there you laid on your bed

hugging your pillow

aND RECALLING EVERY SMALL THING YOU’VE EVER DONE WITH JIHOON

ranging from that time in middle school where you and your friends helped jihoon escape the crowd to females chasing him 

to that time where jihoon pushed everything back to take care of you while you were sick

YOU CHUCKED YOUR PILLOW TO OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM AT THAT THOUGHT

BECAUSE

WOW PARK JIHOON FUSSING OVER YOU WAS A S I G H T

and you wouldn’t mind him fussing over you for the rest of your life 👀👀👀

you continued to squeal over him for the rest of the night

then at about 2am you suddenly realized that 

fuck

you were absolutely

totally

fully

heads over heels for your friend, park jihoon

as in

more than a crush

bOOM

THERE’S THE FIRST LOVE TRAIN RUNNING Y/N OVER

you turned up to school the next day

with dark af eye bags

“hey y/n- oh gosh what happened to you????”

“wow thanks woojin really needed that comment”

luckily, jihoon was at basketball practice that morning

“woojin, how do you get over a dude”

because in your eyes, jihoon had so many people he could choose from and get with

and would probably never get with you

“um????? do i look like i know?????”

they also say that you never forget your first love

which

you'd actually agree with

beCAUSE BOI WAS HE ALWAYS ON YOUR MIND

for the last year you’ve claimed that you’re over jihoon

buT THE TRUTH IS????

YOU’RE NOT

YOU’RE FARRRR AWAY FROM GETTING OVER HIM

like,

whenever you get set up with one dude

you’d always end up comparing him with jihoon

and then rejecting him because,

well,

he wasn’t jihoon

and whenever you and your friends went out as a group,

your eyes would always fly over to him

all your friends know

your neighbor knows

your aunt’s cousin’s dog knows

heLL EVEN GUANLIN THE NEW FOREIGN FRESHMAN KNOWS

but no one’s said anything to lover boy himself

because you’ll beat them to a pulp if they did

and as you exit your last exam for your high school career,

your friend calls you up

“y/n, you know graduation’s coming up right?”

“yeah, obviously”

“are you gonna tell him?”

you freeze him your tracks

“hahAHAHA what do you mean?”

you lAUGH NERVOUSLY

“don’T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, EVERYONE KNOWS”

and you sigh in defeat

“i don’t think so.”

“what why?”

looking up at the sky, you hum before answering,

“you know how busy we’re gonna be preparing for the uni entrance exams, there won’t be time after either.”

it’s your friend’s turn to sigh

“is this about you going overseas again?”

you crack a bitter smile as you return to your walk to the bus stop

“listen y/n, just because you’re moving doesn’t mean you can’t tell him???? you’re just letting him know your feelings, you don’t have to get together”

“i’ll think about it”

“don’t think too long though, graduation’s just around the corner”

you didn’t think about it

you’ve already made up your mind.

you were gonna tell him.

come graduation day and everyone was in tears

the courtyard was full of teenagers not willing to leave school yet

the makeup your friend had spent hours on was ruined and she was crying in her boyfriend’s arms

you just stood by woojin by the school staircase and watched the cryfest

“what a bunch of crybabies”

“tell me about it”

you haven’t changed from a year ago

you were still judging people from a distance lol

then you see the all mighty park jihoon,

excusing himself from a bunch of girls trying to take a picture with him

he scanned his eyes over the crowd, trying to find that familiar person he’s been with since preschool

catching onto this, you excused yourself from woojin

“wow y e s y /n you go confess your love”

“fuck you”

you flip woojin off before heading towards the crowd 

“hey y/n!! i was looking for you,,,,, i hear you’re going overseas to study huh?”

“i am!”

he chuckles and puts on a smile different to the one you saw last valentines

it was somewhat

sad????

“well, i guess you can’t be with me for the whole of my life right?”

“i mean, you can’t expect that coming from a friendship started from mudballs”

you were joking

he knew that

but his voice became soft

“yeah,,,, friendship,,,,”

obVIOUSLY THO

YOU COULDN’T HEAR HIM FROM OVER THE HOWLING TEENAGERS AROUND

“hUH??? WHAT’D YOU SAY???”

STEPS CLOSER TO TRY HEAR 

“noTH IN G”

“WHA T ? ? ? ?? “

STEPS EVEN CLOSER

“i saiD NO TH IN G”

“I CAN’T HEA R YOU-”

WHAM

ALL OF A SUDDEN, PARK ‘SMOOTH AS FUCK’ JIHOON HAS YOU AGAINST HIS CHEST IN A HUG

ALL THE NOISE WAS DROWNED OUT AND ALL YOU COULD HEAR WAS HIS RAPID HEARTBEAT

“i’m gonna miss you y/n”

he whispers,

“i know it’s too late but,,,, i kinda wished that we were moe than friends”

BUSOBVEOEUGBFOWEBVOSB ??????????

THIS WASN’T IN YOUR PLAN??????

YOU PULL AWAY IN SURPRISE

“uH- I- YOU COULD’VE SAID SOONER YOU DUMBASS”

“whaT Y/N IM SERIOUS HERE”

“I KNOW. BUT WE COULD’VE BEEN DATING IF YOU SAID SOMETHING SOOONER”

“WAIT SO YOU LIKE ME AS WELL???? AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING EITHER”

“I L O V E YOU PARK JIHOON”

THE CROWD GASPS ALL TOGETHER

realizing that y’all caught the whole year level’s attention,

jihoon drags you to this shady af place behind the school

and basically pins you against the wall asking,

“hey, i know this is a lot to ask, but would we be able to get together in the future as couple?”

yOU’RE GONNA CONBUST IN HAPPINESS

“only if you’re willing to wait for me”

and jihoon is willing to do anything for you.

bonus: jihoon asks when you fell for him and you truthfully say you realized during valentines last year

“oh my gosh!!! we fell for each other on the same day!!”

“whAT ARE YOU SERIOUS”

wow i love wholesomeness :’))

bonus x2: the whole year level followed you two to the back of the school and saw everything

your friend cried even more at the sight of you two finally admitting love for each other :’)))

bonus x3: jihoon sends you gifts every valentines day even though you’re overseas :’))) just so you don’t forget him

he has the delivery man deliver it right to your dorm and the dude’s sick of doing it every year lmao

but not only is it valentines day

it was anniversary of the day you two fell for each other :”)))

happy valentines day!! this was longer than my english essay im-

woojin only exists in other member’s fics lMAO but i do have a couple of requests for soccer player! woojin so ;)

also i searched up “first love” on google for this im pretty sure the my internet provider’s questioning whether i’m in love or not osbgeogbwoeb

[boy-banders-writings]

Can jealousy be a virtue? - Kino (Hyunggu)

Group: Pentagon Member: Kino aka Hyunggu aka SMOL SUNSHINE WHO ALWAYS WRECKS ME Genre: fluffy-fluff with a tiny bit of angst; High School!AU for Kino :) Request: YES!! Do u think u could write a high school!au for Kino if u get the chance?? Maybe where ur in the same class and u like him but u dont know he likes u back until he confesses or something happens?? Idk I've never requested anything before im sorry if this is confusing 😬😬 U just seem really nice so I thought I could ask!!! Tysm!!💖💖 Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for a long time, sorry that it has taken so long for me to reply. I hope you enjoy this regardless! Also, thank you for taking the time to request, I really appreciate it! Feel free to request again any time!! FT SF9′s Chanhee & Astro’s Moonbinnie 💖 Length: HELLA LONG. I GOT CARRIED AWAY!! (5,281 words to be exact)

As the new school year started you waited nervously inside your classroom for your other classmates to arrive. You had your notebook opened to a new page, with a few different writing utensils on the table for you to chose. You glanced over your schedule for the fifth time since you sat down just to check again that you were in the right room.

“(Y/N)? You’re in Ms. Oh’s class too?” Your best friend May asked, sitting down in the isle seat directly to your right.

“Yes! You are too?” You asked even after she started taking out a notebook too.

“Yea, I signed up for Mr. Kim’s class but it was full. Being with you this year is much better though.” She smiled at you and you felt your anxieties about the new year melt away.

Soon enough the class started to feel up. Everyone in your year got along well so the chatter about the ending summer was buzzing.

“Yuto! Wooseok!” May waved to them as they entered looking around the room.

“May! (Y/N)!” They both greeted as they moved towards you two.

“Is anyone sitting behind you?” Wooseok asked, motioning towards the table behind you.

“Not yet, it’s open.”

“Great, we’ll take it.” Wooseok smiled as he took the seat directly behind you.

“Yea, we can all sit together this year!” Yuto agreed, taking the seat beside Wooseok.

“We can if you two don’t get us into trouble.” May pointed her finger at the pair. “You got separated last year because you wouldn’t be quiet, don’t drag me and (Y/N) into your mess.”

“Mr. Jeon had it out for us last year, we almost didn’t pass to senior year.” Wooseok groaned.

“Yea, we turned in all the homework and did well on the exams yet he tried to fail us!” Yuto defended. “So we caused a few distractions.” He shrugged.

“A few?” You scoffed, spinning in your seat to face them. “You two disrupted class every day!” You peeked at May who was laughing, “I would have tried to fail you guys too.” You shrugged. The guys feigned shock before laughing it off.

“You’d miss us too much.” Wooseok leant forward, locking eyes with you.

“I have May, why would I miss you?” You challenged. May reached over and pulled your chair towards her.

“Right? We have each other, we don’t need you stupid boys.” She winked at Yuto, who in turn blushed. “However they are pretty good entertainment (Y/N). I guess we can let them hang out around us.” She acted like she was thinking really hard.

“If you don’t get us into trouble, I don’t care.” You smiled back at them sweetly. 

“We would never.” Wooseok chided, trying to look innocent.

“Scouts honor.” Yuto threw up the scout sign and smiled sweetly.

“I’ll hold you to that.” May pointed at each of them.

“Hey, where’s Hyunggu?” You asked, noticing he wasn’t with the guys like normal.

“Ah, he woke up late so we told him we’d save him a seat.” Wooseok tossed his jacket onto the empty chair beside you.

“Be-beside me?” You stuttered, eyes cutting to May to see her smirking.

“Where else would he sit?” Yuto inquired, waving his hand about as he leant forward on his desk. 

“There’s an open seat by May.” You spun around only to see Suran plopping down beside May, smiling at all of you before getting her things out for the day.

“Now the only open seat is by you.” Wooseok wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“He won’t be sitting here today if he doesn’t hurry up, Ms. Oh does not allow late students in the room.” May flashed her phone reading 7:58 am. “He’s got two minutes.” 

“One.” You added quietly as your phone changed to 7:59.

The door opening stole all your attention as Ms. Oh walked in and just a few steps behind was an out of breath Hyunggu. He quickly apologized for getting to class so close to the beginning and ran over to Yuto and Wooseok.

“You two kept me up well into the morning, how in the hell are you here before me?” Hyunggu grumbled as he slid into the empty seat behind you. “I swear, if I would have been late the two of you would never have heard the end of it from me.”

Hyunggu quickly dug out his notebook and the book for the first class. You and May watched him in silence as the guys laughed quietly at their irritated friend. After a few moments of digging around his bag Hyunggu huffed in agitation before dropping his bag to the floor and taking a deep breath.

“Here.” You slid one of your pens over to his side of the desk. “You can’t find a pen right?”

“Thanks.” Hyunggu sighed, picking it up and clicking the pen a few times before setting it on top of his notebook.

“You’re not going to say hi to our friends Gu?” Wooseok poked Hyunggu’s shoulder, causing the boy beside you to spin around and glare at his friend.

“What?” He looked up at you and May to see the two of you watching him. “Ah, good morning May, (Y/N).” He blushed.

“Morning Gu.” May hummed, looking between you and him a few times. “Ya know, I never noticed how cute the two of you are together.”

“May!” You squeaked, your cheeks flaring up.

“Ya know what?” Wooseok started, moving around to look between the two of you too, “They do look good together.”

“Enough Seok.” Hyunggu groaned. He turned to look out the window and you missed the way his ears turned red.

About the time you opened your mouth to tell them off Ms. Oh begun class. She did a quick introduction of herself before the ice breakers started. It seemed pointless since the majority of your class had been together since you started school at 5 years old. It wasn’t until the introductions had made it to the middle of the room did you notice a new face.

“Hello.” The new face greeted. “I’m Moonbin, my family just moved here over the summer. I hope we can get along this last year in school.”

“I expect that everyone will make Moonbin feel welcomed.” Ms. Oh piped in before Moonbin thanked her and sat down. 

The way the pink bloomed over his face and ears was cute. He kept his head  up with the remnants of a smile as his seat mate Chanhee, did his introduction. Moonbin must have felt you watching him because as Chanhee sat down, his attention bounced from his friend to you. You automatically returned the smile he graced you with and felt your entire face heat up. The two of you shared that moment for only a instant before the next student stood up to introduce themselves. 

You were in such a daze by the time it was your turn that Hyunggu had to nudge you to get your attention. When you snapped out of your daydream Ms. Oh was waiting expectantly.

“Good Morning.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’m (Y/N) as most of you know. I’m glad we’ll all be together for our final year in high school. Uhm, I was the class representative last year so whoever is chosen as the rep for this year if you need anything, I’ll be happy to help.” You quickly sat back down, feeling better now that part was over with.

“Hi everyone, I’m Hyunggu. I look forward to another fun year together. I promise I won’t cause as many distractions.” He winked in the general direction of the rest of the class.

The other girls in the class were send into a fit of giggles, which only intensified as Wooseok and Yuto did their introductions. You and May just rolled your eyes, used to their flirty attitudes mainly because they were only present during school. Outside of classes they toned it down a whole lot, they’re hardly flirty at all at least with you two. Which leaves you at a total loss because you have been in love with Hyunggu since middle school.

You zoned out the rest of the class as Ms. Oh went over the general plan for the year; the main topics the class would be covering, the places for tutoring that previous students have recommended, how the teachers have worked out moving classes, and any other topics the class may have questions on.

“Okay, since it is the first day I’ll end class early. Please start reading the first chapter I’ll begin lecturing on it tomorrow.” She began to pack her things up to leave when she paused. “(Y/N), Moonbin, can both of you join me in the hallway for a moment.”

Like children the whole class made a scene as the two of you stood and moved to follow Ms. Oh into the hallway. As you met at the front of the room Moonbin gestured for you to go first, his smile sending your heart into overdrive.

As Ms. Oh shut the door behind the two of you, she smiled at you.

“Don’t worry, neither of you are in trouble.” You let out a breath, if you got into some sort of trouble the first day your parents would kill you. “Since Moonbin here is still new to the area and only knows Chanhee, I was hoping our old class rep would be up to showing him around the campus and being his friend.”

You looked up to see Moonbin’s eye had grew a few sizes and he looked embarrassed. 

“Of course Ms. Oh, if Moonbin needs anything,” You paused, turning to him getting his full attention, “he can ask me for help. As the old class rep and a new friend.”

“Wonderful, now get back to the classroom, the next class will start soon.” 

You both thanked Ms. Oh and waited until she walked away before turning towards each other. Before Moonbin could open his mouth you held out your hand.

“What do you w--?”

“Your phone, I’ll give you my kakaotalk so you can contact me easily.” You waited for him to place his phone in your palm. “Don’t laugh at my userID okay? I made it in middle school.”

“PurplePrincess98?” He held back a chuckle, “It’s cute, very fitting.” He teased, his red ears taking away from his cool exterior.

“So is yours, DancingPuppyCat.” You quirked an eyebrow. “Puppycat somehow seems like the perfect description for you.”

“My friends from my old school gave me that nickname? I’m not sure what it really is.”

“What about the dancing part?” You quirked an eyebrow as you swiftly placed his phone in his waiting palm and pulled yours out of the pocket of your skirt. “You any good?”

“I’m alright.” He shrugged, opening the notification of you accepting his add request. “Chanhee has been trying to talk me into joining the drama club since I moved back.”

“Back?”

“Yea, I actually grew up a few towns over with Chanhee. A few years ago we moved to Thailand because of my mom’s job. Now we’re back.”

“It’s pretty obvious the two of you are pretty close.” You watched him break out into an adoring smile.

“He’s been my best friend since we were still in diapers.”

“It’s like that for me and May.” You could relate to him, you adored May with every cell in your body. “And if Chanhee wants you to join the drama club you should give it a shot. He’s actually the president of the club now and he wouldn’t invite anyone in without a reason.” 

“He’s always been into theater and acting, I’ve been considering it honestly.”

“You really should, Chanhee takes drama very seriously.” You giggled, thinking back to the play last year that almost caused Chanhee to have a mental break down from all the stress. “That and he could use some help, he gets stressed easily.”

Just as Moonbin opend his mouth, Chanhee himself popped his head out of the classroom. A look passing between the two before Chanhee smirked.

“Binnie, (Y/N), the class is waiting for you to return.” He looked like he had a comment on the tip of his tongue but Moonbin quickly shoved him back into the classroom and motioned for you to go back first.

Before you could do much the voting for new class representative started and the day flew by.

As the next two weeks passed and May got accustomed to her role as new class rep, with your help of course, it was all a real blur. Fourteen days had passed and so much had changed and yet nothing was different.

You and May spent most of your class days keeping Wooseok, Yuto, and Hyunggu out of trouble while studying after class. You attended the first two bi-weekly meetings with May so she could get the hang of things. The classes went much quicker than you realized because the first exams were starting that week.

As you sat in the library during lunch after munching on your lunch, Moonbin appeared beside you.

“(Y/N) are you studying for the geometry exam?” His voice was a little panicked.

“Yea, just reviewing the few topics I’ve been struggling with.”

“Can I study with you?”

“Of course, come on.” You scooted over a bit and moved your stuff so Moonbin could set up camp beside you. “I’m hanging out here after classes are over too for a few hours, May and I usually study together. You and Chan can join us.” You extended the invite to Chanhee knowing his geometry understanding caused you anxiety for him.

“Really? That’d be great, we’ve been struggling.” He wore a shy smile.

“We’ve got a bit before the next class, what are you struggling with?”

Moonbin pulled out a list of concepts he kind of understood but not really and the two of you go to work. Before you knew it May had sent you a message letting you know classes resumed in 5 minutes and the two of you packed up and walked back to class together.

Moonbin opened the door for you as you laughed at a math joke he had made to lighten his mood about the exam. May waved you over and you told Moonbin you’d see him later.

“Ya know, I’m pretty sure Moonbin has a thing for you?” May chimed just loud enough for your table to hear, Hyunggu included.

“We were studying together.” You deflected, pulling your notebook out for the next class. “Seems like him and Chanhee are struggling with geometry.”

“Who isn’t?” Yuto chuckled nervously. “You two still studying in the library after classes?” You nodded. “Can we come with?” He motioned to the other two guys. “These two are no help.”

“Sure.” May shrugged, “It’s better to study with a group anyway. Together we may understand all the material.”

“These two” Hyunggu threw his thumb back at his best friends, “are so far behind it’s not funny. I tried to help them over the weekend but they’re hopeless.”

“Not funny.” Wooseok whined, leaning forward and pulling you back by your shoulders. “We need your help (Y/N), please save us.”

“I’ll help you, I can’t let me friends drown so don’t worry. We can make it fun though. Moonbin and Chanhee are going to join us.”

“Won’t it be too crowded?” Hyunggu asked casually, not looking up from his phone.

“We’ve had bigger study groups.” You chimed back.

“Yea but we’ve never really studied with Chanhee and Moonbin, what if they slow us down.”

“I won’t let my friends drown Gu, they’re my friends too.” His attitude took such a turn, it turned your mouth sour.

“Mhmm.” He hummed, ending his side of the conversation.

You looked back at Yuto and Wooseok to see both of them mirroring shock. They shrugged and shook their heads signaling they had no idea what’s up.

Mr. Hyun walked in and greeted the class, you couldn’t ask Hyunggu anything before he gave his full attention to the Chemistry teacher.

The rest of the day flew by as the teachers taught their lessons, you took as many notes as you could shorthand and before you knew it you were sitting at a large rectangluar table in the library surrounded by friends and geometry notes.

“Okay but why does that work?” Chanhee asked May, confusion as obvious as the tension between you and Hyunggu.

“Because we use this formula with the known angles to solve for this missing variable.” May explained calmly for the third time. 

You turned towards Wooseok who had taken the spot to your right and looked over the study guide problems he was working on. 

“You aren’t as hopeless as you made me think.” You teased, noticing that he did the first few problems easily.

“I went to ask help from the teacher on our last break.” He flushed, “I really can’t fail this first exam I’ll spend the rest of the school year playing catch up.”

“You went without me.” Yuto whined, frantically flipping through his notes to find what he wrote down for a practice problem. 

“You were busy.” Wooseok mused, working through the problem without a hitch.

“I hate you.” Yuto grumbled, working on the same problem as Wooseok, trying to get the answer without asking him for help.

You looked away from them to the pair on the other side of the table. Chanhee and Moonbin were working together, looking from the various sets of notes on the table. Other than asking May for help they had been relatively quiet. You looked around the table and saw everyone working diligently, proud that they were taking this so seriously. You had moved to open your notebook back up with you saw Moonbin shift, the movement catching your attention. The smiles you two exchanged were sweet. You nodded towards the problem he was working on and he blushed, waving you over. The seat beside him was open so you slid into it easily. Leaning forward you quietly explained to Moonbin where he messed up and why he was stuck. 

After Moonbin reworked the problem form the beginning he managed to get the right answer and he lit up. He thanked you quietly, his hand resting on yours briefly. His crinkled eyes and wide smile was enough to send your heart into overdrive.

Without really thinking you twisted your hand around to squeeze his. For a moment, you felt eyes on you and turned your head to see Hyunggu glaring at your hands. You slowly removed your hand from Moonbin’s and told him to continue before moving back to your original seat. Unfortunately it was right beside Hyunggu and as you sat back down the tension was tangible. He was rigid and his glare was turned toward his notebook, the tip of his pencil had broke off from how hard he had pressed it to his paper.

“Hyunggu...” You whispered, not moving. “Are you okay?”

Obviously he was not, but you knew not to push him.

“I’m great.” He huffed, slowly moving to pull a mechanical pencil from his bag.

“Is-Is anything troubling you? With the review I mean.” You gulped, anxiety consuming you.

“No.” His tone was sharp.

“Oh-okay.” You nodded, fidgeting as you picked up your pencil and worked on the problem you’d left off on. 

Two hours passed before eyes started to droop and attention spans started to shorten. Yuto and Wooseok had worked through the practice problems twice and felt confident enough to resort to making paper airplanes. Chanhee had done the same amount of work and had started drawing an exaggerated illustration of the geometry teacher. May had been on her phone for the last ten minutes. Hyunggu and Moonbin were the only two still focused on work.

“Uhm, let’s call it a night yeah?” You broke the heavy silence. “We can meet back here tomorrow afternoon if anyone wants to study more.” You mentally checked the weekend hours for the library. “It closes by 3, so we can meet about 12-12:30?”

There was a chorus of agreements as everyone moved to pack their things. May excitedly talked with Wooseok and Yuto as they headed towards the door. 

“See you tomorrow (Y/N).” They waved. 

“Text me when you guys get home.” You called quietly, trying to not disturb anyone else who had hung around this late on a Friday night.

“Moonbin, let’s head back.” Chanhee slapped Moonbin on the back, “We can get lunch together before meeting here tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.” Moonbin nodded, eyes resting on you for a moment before packing up. “(Y/N), how are you getting home?”

“It’s a 15 minute walk, so that.” You waved them off, “Go on, I can tell this weeks drama club meetings have exhausted you two.”

“You can walk back with us.” Chanhee offered innocently.

“Yea, it’s better to travel with someone.” Moonbin piped up, a shy smile taking over his face. 

You watched Chanhee and Moonbin exchange a look before they turned back to you waiting for an answer.

“I’m walking her home.” Hyunggu spoke up for the 3rd time that night.

“Oh, okay. Send me a message when you’re home then (Y/N).” Moonbin deflated a bit.

You turned toward Hyunggu and watched him for a moment before he started to pack up his things.

“I’m going to walk them out and use the bathroom, I’ll be right back Hyunggu.” You moved to fall into step with Moonbin and Chanhee towards the front of the library.

“Is he okay?” Chanhee asked once Hyunngu was out of ear shot.

“I think so, I’m going to talk to him on the way home.”

“He seems to be upset.” Moonbin snuck a glance back at your classmate. “He’s been that way for a few weeks now.” Moonbin acknowledged.

“Sometimes he gets into moods like this.” You rubbed the back of your neck, “They usually don’t last too long but like I said I’m gonna talk to him.”

The guys nodded. Chanhee asked for you two to wait while he ran to the bathroom leaving you and Moonbin alone.

“You’re close with Hyunggu.” It wasn’t a question.

“I am. We’ve been friends for years now.”

“He’s protective of you.” You nodded. “He likes you...”

“No.” You answered probably too quickly. “He doesn’t, we’re friends.” 

“But you like him?” Moonbin had picked up on the disappointment written on your face before you could tuck it away.

When you didn’t answer him, he nodded. He hugged you, pulling you into him and resting his cheek on your head. It stunned you for a moment, the physical contact between the two of you hadn’t really gotten to that level yet.

“I can see it in his actions and his attitude. He obviously likes you a lot and I won’t get in the middle of this, but if you decide to give me a chance later on, I’d really like that. I may regret this, but you should tell him. It feels much better to have things like this out in the open, I know from experience.”

Moonbin pulled away and ruffled your hair slightly. As Chanhee exited the bathroom throwing away a bunched up paper towel he gave the two of you a funny look. Moonbin waved him off and winked at you before the two of them left the library.

He has practically confessed his feelings for you. Moonbin had just told you he liked you even though he knew you liked Hyunggu and it sent you into overdrive. You’d had a few guys throughout school confess to you but you’d always been so head-over-heels for Hyunggu you’d never spared them a thought. Knowing that Moonbin had started to like you and may have been liking you for a little while left you at a loss. You were just as friendly with him as you were the rest of the guy friends and that thought made you hope you had never done anything to lead him on.

Needing a moment alone, you walked into the bathroom. You did what you needed to do and then stood in front of the mirror for a few moments after washing your hands.

“You can’t hide in here all night.” You mumbled to yourself.

With a new resolve you exited the bathroom and headed straight towards Hyunggu. He had packed up all his things, the rest of yours, and was leaning back against the table with his phone in hand. He looked much more calm.

“Are you ready?” You asked, moving to take your backpack off the table.

“Yea.” He beat you to it and threw your backpack over his free shoulder.

The two of you fell into sync as you walked towards the library’s main doors and out into the chilly night air. You had barely made it down the first block before Hyunggu stopped and dropped to one knee. You turned about to ask him what he was doing when he pulled out a jacket and placed it on your shoulders before shouldering the backpacks again.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, slipping your arms into his jacket.

“Make sure you zip it up.” He moved to zip it for you before you could do it yourself.

“Gu...” He stopped, looking from his jacket zipper to you.

“What’s been wrong the lately?” Your voice was quiet, so quiet the wind carried most of it away.

“You’ve gotten close with Moonbin rather quickly.” He sighed, his eyes flickering to your face before back to the zipper. “I’ve been...” He paused, searching for the word Wooseok and Yuto had supplied with him early that week. “Jealous.”

You gawked at him for a moment. Hyunggu was jealous. More importantly, Hyunggu was jealous of Moonbin. When you didn’t say anything at first Hyunggu started walking again, his entire face had heated up from his tiny sort of confession. You stuttered a few steps before rushing to his side again.

“Why are you jealous?” You asked, “You’re still one of my best friends.” You voice cracked at ‘best friends’.

“Because you might not see Moonbin like that. He could be an option to be more than friends.” Hyunggu didn’t miss a beat, his focus in front of him.

What you didn’t know is that his palms were damp around the backpack straps, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, and anxiety had welled up so much in his stomach he felt like he was going to die.

“Maybe,” You said thoughtfully, “But there is already someone else that I see as more than a friend.” You hummed, feeling your heart rate increase drastically and sweat bead up along the back of your neck. “This person, they mean a lot to me so I wouldn’t just replace them so easily.” 

The two of you were beating around the bush, like you were playing tag just trying to not be the one to confess first.

“Wh-what did he say to you before leaving?” Hyunggu tried to keep his focus ahead of him instead of your hand that kept brushing against his and your perfume that had spent all the evening suffocating him in the sweetest of ways.

“He indirectly confessed his feelings to me.” You affirmed, much to Hyunggu’s horror. “But he told me that he noticed someone else liked me and that he wasn’t going to get in the middle of things unless I told him to.”

“Oh.” Hyunggu felt his body deflated.

He had known that Moonbin liked you, he heard him and Chanhee talking about it one day after school. When he had confronted Moonbin about it, the two made it clear they had feelings for you and Hyunggu wanted to beat Moonbin to a pulp. It took Wooseok and Yuto talking him down to keep a fight from breaking out.

His best friends told him the easiest way to prevent that was to confess first but he had no idea how you felt about him. Even after May had told him that you had liked him for years he was still in denial. He figured if he’d gotten through all these years without confessing to you, all these other guys, that things would be fine. But you had never been so close with a guy like Moonbin before, you two got so close so quickly that Hyunggu had felt jealousy surging through his veins since the beginning.

Hyunggu was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized you’d grabbed his hand in yours after they had bumped together for the 20th time and laced your fingers together. He hadn’t noticed that your other hand was now across your body holding onto his forearm. And he definitely did not notice that you had rested your head against his shoulder.

All the possibilities of him confessing to you right now were running through his head when he felt the warmth from your hand in his. Without a second of hesitation more, he drew in a deep breath and turned his head to look at you.

“(Y/N)?” When you hummed and looked up at him with a shy smile, he melted. “Do you remember when we first met?”

“Of course, it was our first year, you and those two goons jumped in to stop some of our seniors from picking on May and I.” You smiled at the fond memory. “I still think you getting punished with the seniors was too much.” You scrunched up your nose.

“Did I ever tell you why?”

“Something about not being able to stand the injustice and abuse of power by our seniors?”

“Something like that.” Hyunggu laughed, his cheeks reddening at the prospect of this. He took another deep breath. “One of the main reasons, if not the main reason, was because I’ve liked you since the first day I saw you. The reason why I’ve always been... more protective and stuff is because I still like you. I’ve been so jealous is because of that, because I like you.”

His confession left you speechless for a moment. You couldn’t look away from him, his eyes shone with hope and fear. Your hand tightened around his.

“Ya know, every time May tried to tell me you liked me I always kind of pushed the thought away.” You smiled and tugged him behind you to keep moving. “It seemed so far fetched to think that you would like me back.”

“Wait--” Hyunggu’s steps stuttered, as your words sunk in. “You didn’t think I would like you back? That means that you like me too.” 

Trying to remain calm, you shrugged.

“You still... like me don’t you?” Hyunggu’s dejected voice made you jerk your head towards him.

“I do.” You admitted shyly.

“Can I ask you something then?”

“Uh, sure.” You nodded.

“Can I officially ask you to give me a chance and be my girlfriend?”

“I’d like that.” You nodded, leaning back into him as the two of you continued walking. “Just think it took you getting jealous for all this to be revealed.”

“Can we not talk about that? Yuto and Seokkie have already been giving me hell all week about it.”

“As they should, I can’t wait to tell them and May.”

“We are never gonna hear the end of it from them.” He joked, already dreading tell them they were right and that he’s an idiot.

“Probably, but we’ll take it on together.”

“I really like the sound of that.” He hummed, kissed your hand in his. “We can take on lots of things together now.”

You really liked the sound of that, and the feel of Hyunggu’s hand in yours. And that warm, hum vibrating throughout your body was nice too. All this was because of a little jealousy.

[riyuyami]

I’m calling the new wishshipping au Blind Trust, for a number of reasons.

Anyway, here’s a one-shot based on the first major encounter between Yugi and Jounouchi.

--

It had been some dumb mission from Hirutani that brought Jounouchi to the brightly colored store. A sign stood outside with a turtle on it, reading KAMI GAME SHOP. Made sense to have a turtle on it when that’s what the shop was named for.

He scoffed as he looked at the open sign, what was the point of this mission? Just rough up the cashier, steal some money and whatever game shit he could get? Hirutani was above childish things like games and collectibles, why have him take some of this?

Oh jeez, this was a mission just to keep Jounouchi out of his hair, wasn’t it?! God damnit, he hated when he was stuck on these useless tasks! Oh well, he was here now, might as well do it...

A bell above the door rang as he stepped inside. The shop was rather spacious, with lots of bright colors and products lining the shelves. If it was up to Jounouchi, he would have come here on his own for one of the garage kits this place was selling, he did have a love for building them.

He frowned when he spotted someone coming in from another door, a cardboard box in his hands. “Sorry, I was grabbing something from storage,” the employee said, “how may I help... you...” His words trailed off as his eyes widened at the newcomer.

Jounouchi frowned, he knew this kid anywhere, there was no mistaking that spiky head of hair, or those large, orchid eyes anywhere. If he hadn’t seen him walk into the shop, Jounouchi would have recognized him from his squeaky voice. It was Yugi, the quiet kid from his class.

He knew Yugi only from minor encounters, this kid was as weak as they come, and had no sense of self-preservation when it came to bullies. He didn’t attend the same middle school, but he had seen Yugi enough times at some of the local arcades in the past year or so to know that he couldn’t fight to save his life, considering all of the bruises and black eyes he had seen on the shrimp.

“J-Jounouchi-kun...” Yugi mumbled, setting down the box on the counter. “H-how can I-I help you today...?”

Well, at least he knew Jounouchi’s name. The blond scoffed and approached the counter, glowering down at his smaller classmate. “This your place?”

Yugi squeaked, nodding. Jounouchi just clucked his tongue. “Figures that the li’l freak named ‘game’ would work here, what with all them games you bring to school. Look, I’ll leave you to yer work if you do somethin’ for me.”

“What... what is it, Jounouchi-kun?” 

Brown eyes narrowed slightly. “Whatcha got that’s actually good here?”

The shorter boy frowned deeply before putting on a nervous smile, trying to be a good employee. “Well... we have lots of games that are considered good. Depends on what interests you. Uhh... we have board games, a few video games, old ones, hmm... oh! Garage kits, role playing games, and my favorite!”

Jounouchi watched as an actual smile came to Yugi’s face as he grabbed something from under the counter, a box knife. He cut the tape on the cardboard box on the counter before opening it, showing several boxes for some game. “This is Magic and Wizards, or Duel Monsters, as they call it in America. It’s a new game, popular there, and we’re gonna sell it here, one of the first shops here to do so.”

Yugi opened one of the boxes, showing booster packs for cards. “Would you like to purchase some? They’re not that expensive.”

Staring at the box, Jounouchi shook his head. “Nah, I’ll just take ‘em, five finger discount.”

Blinking, the smile died on Yugi’s lips. “W-what? No, you... you have to pay for them...”

“I’ll make you pay.” He smirked. “With your own money.” He gestured to the register. “Give me whatcha got.”

Yugi shook his head. “No, I-I can’t give you the money in there, Jounouchi-kun...”

“I wasn’t askin’.” Jounouchi glared, shoving Yugi, knocking him to the floor behind the counter. He stepped behind in, watching as Yugi tried to get up, but he pushed him back down with his foot. “You’re gonna have to give me money, or I’ll make things difficult for ya, kid.”

“No! I can’t do that...!” He shook his head again, gasping when the blond put pressure on his chest. “I-I’ll give you something else, leave me alone..!”

“What do you have that’s better than what’s in the register?”

Struggling, Yugi put a hand into his pocket, before pulling out his wallet, holding it out. “Just... just take what’s in there! I’ll even give you those cards for free, just don’t rob the register...!”

Jounouchi stared down at Yugi with hard eyes, before snatching up his wallet. He opened it up, seeing Yugi’s school ID inside, along with a small photo of the boy, a few years younger, with an old man with spiky hair, and a woman with kind eyes. He ignored the photo as he pulled out the money in the wallet. It was chump change, but he was sure Hirutani wouldn’t mind it, it could buy him some drinks and a pack of cigarettes.

He pocketed the cash, before tossing the wallet over his shoulder, removing his foot. Yugi backed away quickly, avoiding eye contact. “Just... take a few packs, and please leave, before my grandfather comes down here...”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Jounouchi glared, turning away from the boy to grab a few packs of cards. He stepped towards the door, throwing it open as he walked out, ignoring the bell above the door.

Yugi watched the door carefully before letting out a shuddering gasp. Well... he had been... hoping to avoid Jounouchi, knowing he had a dangerous reputation at school, but it looks like that was unavoidable. At least he was able to just give the guy was little bit of money he had left in his wallet. Too bad that means he’ll have to be careful with his money, again.

He sighed and started to get back to work, great, he wasn’t getting any allowance this month. He’d have to pay Grandpa back for the stolen card packs...

--

Hirutani wasn’t too pleased with the money that he got from Jounouchi, the blond just telling him it was a shit job, the shop didn’t have much to its name that day. Luckily Hirutani accepted the money anyway, and let Jounouchi keep the cards, since he had no interest in them.

Once he got back home, Jounouchi sat down in his room and opened the card packs, seeing a bunch of strange looking cards of different colors, with different images on them.

He had to admit, they looked really cool, but a part of him wished he hadn’t stolen them. He frowned as he flipped through the cards, but found interest in one of them.

It was a man in blue and orange, holding a sword that was on fire. “Flame Swordsman, eh? Heh, that’s kinda cool. Too bad I ain’t playin’ this game.” Not after that look on Yugi’s face, but why the hell would that get to him? Yugi was just some dumb, weird kid, who cares if he upset the kid by robbing him.

Whatever, he’d deal with it later.

[flyswhumpcenter]

It’s Okay [Fever February Day 3: Forehead Touch]

FEVER FEBRUARY INDEX

Summary: Sometimes, you have to learn it's okay not to always be 100%. Everyone has bad days. Mr Honfleur has to teach so to a star student today, and he's surprised, maybe scared, but he wants to make the boy feel better.

Fandom: Original Work

Word Count: 1.1K words

Notes: It's short and it's late, but I worked on an assignment before that... At least, I got to explore Fran’s relationship with his former Literature teacher and role model.

AO3 version available here.

Inside a rather big classroom, on a cold but dry day of February, a French class is taking place. Some seats are empty: the fault to the current epidemy of flu. That happens every winter, and the experience teacher who is currently making class is so used to it, he’s not any bothered by it. He counts on his students to take care of things themselves, and give each other the lesson.

They can do that, right? They’re good, mature first-year kids. He loves them, just like he loves the current second-years, and the ones before them, and… Oh, right, Proust.

“In The Search for Time Lost, the narrator tells us about his journey to find how to write his memories in all the details he has experienced on the very day it happened. The books actually cycle at the end of the last…”

Mr Honfleur’s voice comes to a halt. He’s hearing a weird background sound near him. Something… peculiar, which doesn’t ring many bells to him. It must be something doing some weird shenanigans again, like the computer (which he still doesn’t get along with). Yeah. Outside noise he’s not responsible of.

He continues to make class after this small halt, apologizing to his students for zoning out over there, as short as it was. Maybe some of them didn’t notice, oh well. He continues on Proust, and the interest of his novels, as a way to entice his students to read him when most of them picked Céline because it was shorter.

He still hears that sound. A distraught, unnatural sound, in a way. The sound of an obstructed windpipe, like when you stick something at the end of a straw or a toilet paper roll and blow in it. Maybe. That’s just a weird sound he’s never heard, but it may be his brain. He’s probably a little sick himself.

Right, Proust, where was he? He keeps getting distracted. He needs someone to help him through it, and someone who’s read Proust of that… He knows exactly who!

“François? Could you tell us about…”

He stops mid-sentence again, right as he looks down on the table in front of him. The sound gets stronger and stronger.

In front of him is a blue-and-brown shape, slouched over a table, dripping from a chair. Dishevelled hair, discarded glasses, an empty seat next to it. Paper sheets all over the place. A limp hand suspended from the occupied table. This isn’t fine.

Mr Honfleur, in disbelief, lowers down to the level of the slump. He’s getting a bit scared when everyone goes quiet, the sound so strong he can’t attribute it to a computer he can barely turn on. He knocks gently on the table.

After a few knocks, the shape stirs and, slowly, faces his teacher. The boy looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days, deadly pale, dark rings under reddened and unfocused eyes, unshaved facial hair, red centred on his nose and splattered across both his cheeks like he just drank an entire wine bottle to himself. Sweat is pearling down a face covered in slight, rebellious streaks of hair.

“W-what…?” he rasps before coughing in his hand.

“You fell asleep. Class is not a place to sleep in, François. I know dorm life is hard, but you cannot sleep in class.”

“R-right sir…”

The student coughs out a lung as soon as he even opens his mouth. He’s not alright, and if he ever says so, it’s a big fat lie. Without adding another word, Mr Honfleur puts a hand on the boy’s forehead, his usually gentle face turning into a much severe expression. He hisses as soon as the back of it touches the other skin.

“You’re burning up!” escapes from the professor’s mouth as brown eyes close on themselves.

“Haha, maybe… What did ya want from me sir…?” he slurs back.

“Well, I wanted to ask you about Prou… Your priorities are completely screwed, young man!”

He grabs François by the arm, taking him completely aback, maybe profiting of his heavily weakened state so he doesn’t protest. It continues to heat his hands even under a wool sweater, maybe two considering the shivers and chills he feels down there.

“Where we goin…?” he asks in a painfully sore voice, coughing loudly.

“To the nurse’s office. I am going to ask your classmates to gather your stuff for you, before you can even ask such a stupid question!”

“The nurse’s office again…? She’s already seen me twice last week…”

They exit the room to a too-slow-in-his-taste pace. It’s also to respond back to something stupid his student just said.

“You had an asthma attack in the middle of a PE session because everyone forgot you even had asthma. The colleague was freaking out so badly we thought he may have an asthma attack too, actually.”

“It was better in high school when nobody knew I had asthma…”

“Please tell me your fever speaking right now, François. You sound utterly insane.”

“Maybe… Feels like I’ve always been sick anyway… Sir, what was the question on Proust…?”

“You are even worse than a college professor with the flu! Do I have to spell it out to you? You are sicker than I’ve ever been and all you worry about is a question on literature. You should reconsider your priorities, I mean it.”

“Sure, I’ll try one day…”

Halfway there, the student starts to cry as he clutches his chest with his arms, weakly embracing it.

“What’s wrong, François?” the teacher asks, with worry finally spilling out. He’s been worried all along, but it’s harder to hide it when he’s crying in front of him.

“My dad’s gonna yell at me again… My sis too…” he whimpers.

Michel can’t help but go to him and get him in his arms. Who cares if it’s authorized?

“It’ll be okay, François. Everyone gets sick one day or the other. Everyone in the class has been sick one day. I’ve been sick multiple times before, and I’ll be afterwards. It’s okay to miss class when you’re sick, and it’s okay to sometimes overestimate yourself or underestimate the ailment.”

The tears of the boy start to subdue.

“But I always go to class sick…”

“Then it means you are very involved in your studies, and it’s good as long as you try not to overdue it.”

He pulls out of their weak embrace to look at him. He’s even redder from his sorrow, but now, he has a slight smile on his face. It’s already better nothing.

“I am sure it will be fine. Come, we have to get you somewhere you can sleep and rest properly before your parents or your sister can get you.”

“Thanks sir…”

“Don’t stress it.”

[thatonekawaiigirl13]

Who Said Death Was Easy? Death Note [Chapter One]

Chapter One: Misfortune

Does this guy ever shut up? Keiko thought to herself as she mindlessly braided the ends of her hair, wishing that she could be somewhere else, anywhere else. Her date, who happened to have an insufferable personality, was sitting across from her. He was going on and on about some obscure video game that Keiko honestly didn't care about. He was cute, Keiko had to give him that, but she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

She glanced at her watch. It wasn't late enough to make an excuse about needing to go home for a curfew, but Keiko still had a plan. Walking outside the cafe was a small group of girls gossiping, probably on their way back from cram school. Within the group were a few of Keiko's best school friends. Keiko hadn't made plans with her friends, but her date didn't know that. She knew exactly what to do in situations like these.

Keiko flashed her date a sympathetic smile, “I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I just remembered that I promised my friends I would walk home with them. They're outside the cafe at the moment...I didn't realize our little coffee date would run so late, and they're waiting for me now.”

Her date sighed, she could see the disappointment written on his face, but he didn't stop her. She knew he wouldn't give her trouble and her excuse was pretty believable. Keiko had calculated things well.

“I understand, Keiko-chan. I don't want to keep you from your friends.”

“Thank you, Tadaki-kun. Have a good night, I'll be in touch,” she stood up, casting her date a final smile before exiting the coffee shop and heading towards her friends.

I won't be in touch, but you don't have to know that.

“Keiko-chan!” one of her friends, Maki, called out to her, “I thought that was you sitting in that cafe! Were you out on a date?”

Her friend Maki wiggled her eyebrows as she spoke, earning some whispers and giggles from other girls in the group.

Keiko nodded, a wry smile pulling at her lips. “Yeah. It was a bust, though. The guy was so boring. Where are you guys headed?”

“I'm sorry to hear that,” one of her other friends, Akito-chan, responded, “well I was about to split off from the group with Maki-chan, we're going to get some snacks from the convenience store.”

“Sounds good.” Keiko replied, “I have nowhere to go now-”

“You can come with us, if you'd like,” Maki-chan interrupted, “you're more than welcome to.”

Keiko agreed and fell into step with her two close friends. The two were talking about an upcoming speed dating event. It sounded interesting enough, but Keiko wasn't sure she wanted to go on another date so soon. Besides, Keiko had another test coming up that she had to study for. She had to maintain her status of being one of the top students in the class.

They arrived at the convenience store and headed straight towards the snack section. Keiko picked up a bag of chips and was heading toward the register when she saw a familiar head of light brown hair walking towards the magazine section.

It's Light Yagami. Hmm, didn't peg him as being a magazine reader, but whatever. It's none of my business.

Light was the top ranked student in her class, there was simply no beating him. Keiko had tried in the past, but had given up. Besides, being the second top student in the grade wasn't so bad. She had all the perks of being ranked in the top without having all the duties of the rank one student. In her mind, Keiko was the real winner. While the two were friendly at school, Keiko didn't see a point in going over there to say hi to him. Keiko wouldn’t admit it, but she had always felt a little shy around Light. Boys usually approached her first anyway, not the other way around.

Keiko paid for her chips and waited outside for her friends. A couple seconds later, Maki and Akito walked out of the store, bags in hand.

“Well, it was nice seeing you two, but I have to go home now. It is getting rather late,” Keiko said, smiling at her two friends.

“Us, too,” Maki said, gesturing to Akito, “see you at school, Keiko-chan.”

The girls said their goodbyes to each other, and Maki and Akito headed off in their respective directions. Keiko was just about to leave when a group of three motorcyclists pulled up. The motorcyclists surrounded a woman, not much older than Keiko herself, who had been walking alone in a red dress towards the convenience store.

“Hey baby!” one guy called out, he was probably the leader of the group, “where are you going, do you want to have some fun with us?”

The woman looked startled, clearly she wasn't interested, but what could she do? She was surrounded.

Keiko could feel herself freeze as she watched the situation, oh no...I have a feeling this won’t end well...

“That's our Takuo! This guy can spot a hottie a mile away!” one of the two groupies commented.

“Damn right! The name's Takuo Shibuimaru! Why don't you come with me and my friends for a ride, eh?”

“Please, I don't want any trouble-” the woman started to say before she was interrupted by Takuo.

“Ya hear that, boys? She doesn't want any trouble. Isn't that cute?” He cooed, and ran a finger down the woman's body.

Keiko shuddered, her eyes transfixed on the scene playing out before her. She wanted to run over there, to help personally help out, but what could she do alone against three strong older men? Her hand was in her purse, trying to find her cell phone, but it was rather hard to find as she didn't want to look away from the scene either. She was worried that if she looked away, she would miss something important.

Keiko had managed to pick up her cell phone and was about to dial the police when all of the sudden the woman pushed the leader aside, and ran for it. In the matter of seconds that followed, Takuo got on his motorcycle to chase her when a truck appeared on the streets, driving right towards him.

“Watch out!” One of his cronies called out, but it was too late.

Keiko watched as the horrifying scene played out; the truck couldn't stop in time and ran straight into the motorcyclist with a sickening snapping sound as the man's body made contact with the pavement below.

She could see the pile of blood now staining the ground, and turned around to look away. Keiko found that she was now face to face with her classmate, Light Yagami, who looked just as horrified as she probably did.

The girl couldn't speak, no words were able to form. She felt numb, everything had happened so fast. Too fast.

Human life is precious. One second you're alive, and then the next you could be gone, just like that...I just knew that something bad was going to happen...

Keiko was snapped out of her reverie by Light, who had placed his hand on hers ever so slightly. She could feel the warmth of his soft skin. Keiko looked up at Light, he certainly had her attention now, “w-what?”

“There's not much we can do by standing here. The police were already called, so we should go home...” he replied, releasing her hand. Keiko realized he was right. She could hear the sirens in the background, signaling that the police would arrive soon.

“R-right,” Keiko swallowed, "but we?"

Light started walking, and gestured for Keiko to follow, “yes, we. I know we aren't particularly close, but after what happened I can't let you walk home by yourself. Besides, your house is pretty close to mine, if I remember correctly.”

“Fair enough,” she muttered quietly, “thank you, Light-kun.”

The two walked side by side in silence. Keiko was still trying to process the events that had occured in the last few minutes. One moment she was saying goodbye with to her friends, and in what felt like the blink of an eye, the man on the motorcycle who had attempted to harass a young woman, was run down.

Karma sure does work fast sometimes.

Keiko hadn't expected Light to walk her all the way to her house, but in the end, she was glad he did. She wouldn't have wanted to walk home alone, not after that. It was lucky that Light had been there. He was trustworthy, he was reliable.

“Thanks again,” Keiko said once the two had reached her door, “I hope you get home safely as well.”

“It's no problem, I’m just glad you’re okay. Anyway, don't worry about me. Goodbye, Keiko-chan.” Light replied.

Keiko gave Light a soft smile, thanking him once more before she stepped inside. It had been a long day, all she wanted was some peace and quiet. Little did she know that her life would never quite be peaceful or quiet again.

Chapter Two 

[hobiyolk]

Secret Admirer Jungkook X Reader

Heyyyyy I finally finished. Making this scenario made me so emotional fhdsfhsdfih omfg I need to stop. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this scenario, it’s quite short but I still hope you get the feels while you be reading this. 

                                                       2197 words

                                               High school AU (fluff) 

summary: you have had a long crush on Jungkook, but every time you talk to him you mess up. Will you ever be able to get over your fear and talk to him, and confess to him? Or will it be the other way around? 

You plugged your earphones in, looking outside the window of the bus. The sun rays hit your soft skin and you sighed loudly, another stupid day of stupid ass school. getting off the bus you smelled the fresh air walking off to the building you hated the most. Walking through the entrance and entering the hallway you walked towards your locker. Taking your books and other things, you heard soft moans beside you, being a curious dumbass you look at what was happening, you saw a couple making out. Seeing how their tongues clash with each other you silently gagged smashing your locker door you dragged your feet to your next class, math, great now I have to deal with the stupid teacher too. You opened your classroom door only to find your classmates fooling around since the teacher wasn't there people ended up making a mess. You smiled brightly when you saw your best friend, you ran up to her. 

- “Hey, claire!”

 she looked up from her book and grinned. 

- “Hey y/n! Good morning! Did you eat breakfast?” 

You sat on the seat beside her. 

- “Good morning, and nope didn't have any breakfast today” 

she sighed while putting her pencil down and reaching for her backpack. She pulled out something that seemed to look like my breakfast. 

- “Here ya go, I knew you wouldn't have breakfast so I found time to make you peanut butter bread.” 

You took the sandwich out of her hand and hugged her 

- “oh my lord, claire what the hell would I do without you? Thank you so much! I’ll buy you lunch” 

she giggled going back to her textbook to study. You were getting ready for class when you saw a boy come in. There he was your crush, Jeon Jungkook. He had been your crush since both of you were in high school, you guys never talked to each other, but you saw the way he treated others, and you saw the way he was so kind and warm hearted to everyone, and let's not forget this boy is the most handsome person you have ever seen. You shift in your chair when he walks past your seat. 

- “Oh y/n, come on you have had a crush on him for over 3 years, at least say hi to him.” 

Claire nudged your shoulder while talking to you. 

- “Oh trust me I have, it just ended with me stuttering with my words and looking like a tomato.”

Claire just silently giggled accepting the fact that it’s true. The teacher had finally entered the room,

- “okay class! Open up to page 350!”

It had gone 20 minutes till class and your teacher was still lecturing you and the entire room that was already half asleep, about how great the founder of algebra is. You slightly shifted your body into the chair making it comfortable for you to sit on, heck you made yourself so comfortable that you let a long yawn escaped your mouth, your eyes started to feel heavy and you drifted off to sleep. 

You didn't know how long you had been sleeping until you felt something hit your head. You slowly growled waking up and swore loud enough for the classroom to hear 

- “Miss, y/l/n if you are only coming to my class to sleep, then do not bother to come here anymore do you understand?” 

You could feel everyone's gaze on you, and you just wanted your chair to drag you into a dark hole. you stood up and bowed 

- “I-i'm sorry miss I promise it will never happen again.” 

you sit down head still hanging low because of the embarrassment you just had to go through. Claire just patted your back, giving you a soft comfort. The bell suddenly rang signaling that the next class is about to start. Claire says that she has to meet up with her boyfriend, so she told you to not wait for her. You started to walk to your locker trying to ignore people. When you open your locker door, something falls right in front of your face. 

- “What the actual.” 

you bent down to pick up the slip of paper unfolding it.

- ‘Meet me at the library. <3 -your secret admirer’ 

you opened your eyes wide, you have never had a secret admirer before, you could feel your heart pumping in excitement and you could feel the flesh on your cheeks turning red. 

- “Okay then, I will see you in the Library,” 

you mumble softly.

- “Who will you see?”

 you turn around holding onto your chest because of the mini heart attack Claire just gave you. 

- “What is that paper in your hand?” 

she looks suspiciously at the white torn paper in your hands, finally turning her gaze to your face.  you look down in your palm where the paper laid at blinked fast trying to come up with an excuse. 

- “U-um it's just a torn piece of paper from my math book...you know I usually get bored so I just ripped apart-” 

she opened her locker removing her gaze from yours. 

- “Tell me the truth when you’re ready to! See ya in class, whatever that paper is, I think it's important and it will take you forever. I'll save a spot for you in lunch” 

Claire winked at you and walked away. You slowly smiled at yourself for having such an awesome best friend. You took your supplies and started walking towards the library where you were told to go.

You opened the door and walked into the quiet room. Walking around, hoping that this was not just a prank. You walked around the library and saw a book that you had always wanted to read, just when your fingers were about to touch the book, someone had covered your mouth and dragged you along, 

- “jdsfhhdsfhsd” 

your voice was muffled, not even you understood what you were saying,

-  “shhh, it's okay it’s only me. Stop screaming” 

You slowly loosened up when you recognized whose voice it belonged to. You completely froze not even moving, feeling Jungkook's hand slowly realizing your mouth you turned around only to screech when looking at him. Jungkook grinned at you with his cute bunny smile. 

- “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to panic you like that. I just saw you and I had to talk to you.” 

You could feel your blood running towards the apple of your cheeks.

-  “W-well you didn't have to really do all that just to be able to talk to me.”

 he scratches his head and smiles. You look down to the floor, and you can't believe what he says next.

-  “A-any ways... Did you get the letter? I suppose you did, s-since you came.” 

Your eyes shot up, and you looked like you had just seen a ghost. 

- “Y-you were the one who sent the letter-”

 he looked at you blushing a bit. 

- “Ummm yeah, I mean if that’s creepy for you then I'm sorry” 

You smiled to yourself. 

- “Oh, no, it's okay I do not find it creepy. It's quite cute.” 

you expected him not to hear the last part, but oh dear it's the golden maknae, of course, he can hear. 

- “You thought that was cute?” 

you couldn't help but laugh at the grin on his face. Looking down shyly you feel his body move closer to yours, but your reflexes make you move away. Thinking that he would stop coming closer to you if you just moved back didn't really plan out the way you hoped, he wouldn't stop moving and kept walking towards you. When you finally hit your back against one of the book shelves, you silently whimpered, not because of the pain, but because of the feeling of having him so close to you. You gulped, still looking down at the ground. 

- “W-what did you want?” 

You could hear a soft chuckle followed along with a raspy and serious voice. He took a hold of your chin between his long pale fingers and made you look up at him. 

- “I wanted to tell you something” 

You started blushing like crazy, wishing you could hide it somehow. 

- “You’re really cute when you blush.” 

You slowly drifted your eyes somewhere except for his angelic face.

 “y/n, I. I have wanted to tell you this for a really long time.” 

your gaze went back to him when you heard that sentence. You slowly nodded your head allowing him to continue. Your eyes fell on his beautiful brown once and then they shifted to his plump lips. 

- “I really” 

he came closer 

- “really” 

he kept reaching out for your lips making you want to capture his lips with yours. 

- “Really really” 

He wouldn't reach for your lips, they just feathered over yours. 

- “I really l-”  

you bashed your lips onto his interrupting what he was going to say to you. You hated the way you couldn't resist him. You didn't feel him moving, and you suddenly felt something shift inside you. You feel your soul drop, was this maybe not what he wanted? You thought to yourself you tried to slowly remove yourself off of him. Just when your lips were gonna detach Jungkook pulled you closer by your waist, he deepened the kiss making you gasp for air. He licked your lower lip softly asking for entrance, and you let him in. His tongue started invading your mouth in a passionate way, you felt your knees weaken, you felt so overwhelmed. Jungkook pushed your form towards the bookshelf making you wince in a slight pain. What felt like forever, jungkook finally pulled away. You protested against the feeling of emptiness, both of you just started at each other you couldn't help but blush when you spotted his swollen lips and eyes that were narrowed at your face. Both of you still stayed silent, looking at each other's faces. Jungkook and you were just as mesmerized and just as overwhelmed as the other.

- “y/n?” 

you looked at him and nodded your head telling him to continue what he wanted to say.

- “I like you” 

you looked at him, but words were choked up in your throat. 

- “I love you y/n, I always have.” 

you looked at him with wide eyes.

-  “B-but why tell me now, and why not before?”

 Jungkook started to caress your cheeks with his long fingers. 

- “Well, because I was scared. Scared that you might reject me, anytime I would come close to you, you would get uncomfortable so I thought that maybe you hate me.” 

You looked at him, pressing your face towards his fingers. 

- “What, I have never hated you. In fact, I have had a crush on you for almost 3 years. I would just not get too close to you because I was scared that you didn't want anything to do with me. And plus you already have all these pretty girls coming after you… why would you pick me?” 

He kissed your forehead. 

- “Because. You are not like the other girls, you are you and that’s why I love you.” 

You giggled at his sweet words, you could see him reaching out for your lips, but something interrupted you two. 

- “Excuse me. If you guys want to make out then please do it outside the school grounds. The last thing we need is smooching noises.”

 Both you and jungkook looked at the librarian, surprised by what she had said. Your gazes moved to each other's faces and turned back at the furious woman. - “That means get out of my Library! Both of you!” 

Jungkook and you slightly jumped in your positions and walked out of the Library as fast as you could.  

When you reached outside the Library,  Jungkook followed you to your locker. While you were walking Jungkook intertwined both of your hands together and swung then back and forth, both of you giggled. When you got to your locker, you slowly took the things you needed and turned to look at Jungkook's face.

 - “Um, my last class is Sex ed… I will see you after class?” 

He smiled at you

-  “sex ed huh?” 

he gave you that smirk and winked. You playfully hit him 

- “please don't haha” 

He erased his smirk to his signature bunny smile. 

- “I have science. Fun! I will pick you up stay by your locker!” 

jungkook started walking backward whilst talking to you. You nodded and giggled

-  “make sure you don't fall-” just when you said that he stumbled a bit 

- “I'm okay!” 

he pointed towards you 

“and when I pick you up, we are going on out the first date!” 

and then he ran away. Your heartbeat would stop beating, did Jeon Jungkook just ask you out? Yes y/n, yes he just asked you out. You ran towards your class and squealed while you were at it.