#i heard how some classmate behind me asked what I'd would like to be instead

[darkdragon768]

Teacher: "Who of you is truly happy with where they are right now?"

Me: "Do you mean, like, place like or, like, in physical shape?"

Teacher: *talks about how he can't teach about transgenderism* (because judgement or something)

Me, who has originally meant that I don't want anything else than to be a wild animal that lives freely in nature: "Yes, of course, I understand."

[more-than-a-princess]

She hadn't meant to offend anyone. Sonia had only acted...well, like herself: cheerful, as sympathetic as she could, friendly. This earned her a cold shoulder from some of her classmates at first, but she'd befriended them in the end. In fact, she now found it easy to confide in Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu when she needed, and she had eventually dated Gundham. Despite it ending, despite the fact she still missed him at times. But he had a life ahead of him, one that couldn't include her: not in the way they'd wanted. "Well, maybe you'd like to join me instead, Anzu-san," She suggested, her tone and smile not skipping a beat as she gave her new friend her attention. "I'm sure you know plenty of wonderful places to go! I'd love it if you might show me around to your favorite places, or places that are simply fun. I'm afraid I don't get to see much of the city, save for work and my shopping and film excursions."

The entirety of Japan could've been lumped into the 'only traveled for work' definition, but she saw no reason to make herself appear even more strange to them. It was why Sonia looked forward to such mundane things as school festivals and class trips: at least she didn't have to be the Princess of Novoselic there. Just herself, enjoying an important time in a normal teenager's life with her friends. Unfortunately, Anzu's gentle tone was enough for her to understand that, in spite of her best efforts, she'd put a damper on their enjoyable time to begin with.

Behind her smile, Sonia grit her teeth: it was a trial, she thought, not to hear her mother's nagging voice in her head. Her parents had insisted Hope's Peak had been her only option, and yet the decision had been filled with quips that no matter how she'd try, she would never be like the rest of them. She was too different, too special, to ever warrant anything that resembled a normal life. Her very birthright, much less her education and social circles, had trained her for anything but.

What they hadn't trained her for was the most discreet of explanations Anzu clearly needed to tell her, as Sonia's reasoning had been, to put it politely, far off the mark. For a moment, all she could do was pause and stare. At least she smiled: otherwise she might have appeared horrified. Instead, it was Sonia's mind registering several things at once.

One, she'd never considered that her new friends were anything but cisgendered women.

And two, they'd likely expected her to realize that hadn't been the case and she'd failed, rather spectacularly.

Oh God. They were going to think she was an idiot at this rate-

"Oh!" She exclaimed, her cheeks pink with embarrassment as she realized she'd remained silent for far longer than she should have. "It...it never crossed my mind that you and Yaguchi-san are trans," She replied quietly. Surely this wasn't a conversation either of them wanted to be heard, and Sonia was used to her security reading lips if needed. "I do apologize if I was supposed to have known, and that I've offended you. So, from what you say, it seems like the name written for Yaguchi-san at the charity ball was not her name."

There was to be plenty of new territory to tread on her study abroad experience. This, she decided, was part of the journey. There were plenty of questions she could have, wanted to ask, but none were fit for a public place and new friends. Furthermore, none of them had any bearing on how she regarded either girl, so Sonia shook her head with a smile. "No, I'd rather not ask anything inappropriate or foolish. You may rely on me not to treat either of you differently as my friends, and-"

Sonia paused, noticing that Anzu's attention was split between herself and likely Shinobu and her friend behind her. With raised eyebrows, Sonia took a quick glance over her shoulder to see the eager girl with her mobile posing for a photo with Shinobu, a dizzyingly happy look on her face. "Yaguchi-san seems to make friends easily, that's good," Sonia beamed, unaware that her own photos had been traded for a date with Shinobu. "I believe I understand now why she is so busy: though we mustn't blame her. Dating is part of the normal teenager experience, or so I've heard!"

Her own experiences had either crashed and burned, or she simply accepted whom her parents wished her to spend an evening out with: often the son of a politician, or the son of a conglomerate president or other high-ranking executive. Someone who had no trouble acquiring a table at Joel Robuchon or box seat tickets to the orchestra or ballet, which was to be her grand weekend plans in two weeks' time. Some of them were keen, but mostly they had parents with similar agendas and could commiserate over a luxurious meal or elegant event.

"Now then," Sonia smiled as Shinobu took her seat once more, "What about those outings? If I remember correctly, Anzu-san, you live in the dormitories. You should visit my rooms for tea sometime, both of you, if you are so inclined! I hardly ever have an opportunity to be hostess here."

There were quiet glances exchanged between the two girls as Sonia spoke, conveying a great deal of information in only a few silent moments. Such was the power of childhood friends who had been on their side of this conversation many times before, that it only took a few looks, paired with discrete nods or small shakes of the head to convey all the things that needed conveying. They seemed to have agreed to something, for when Sonia asked her questions, Shinobu stood from the table, leaving their half-finished meal in place.

"Unfortunately, Miss Nevermind, I don't have a great deal of free time, and what of it I do have is often spent with particular company." Behind the frames of her glasses, Shinobu's eyes flicked upwards towards the girl standing some distance away. That Sonia had seen her and texted something shortly after was cause for concern. To cause problems for Shinobu was one thing, but to cause problems for other people was much more difficult to handle. "I believe our uninvited guest may be such company herself. I'll handle her. Anzu?"

Already moving to take Shinobu's seat across from Sonia, Anzu nodded. "I got it, Shinobu-chan, don't worry." There was a gentle hum of acknowledgement from the archer, still looking to Sonia. "I hope this won't take long, Miss Nevermind. In the event that it does, please accept my regrets that our meal was cut short by someone who couldn't behave herself even on my account." It faintly annoyed Shinobu, perhaps more than usual, though as to why, she wasn't sure. Perhaps due to the risks she'd taken without realizing it, they concluded.

As Shinobu gave a brief nod before walking across the street, Anzu turned back to Sonia with a smile. "Don't worry about Shinobu-chan; she's used to this kind of thing." Now, how approach it... Anzu wasn't resentful of Sonia personally, but it was a situation that she found a little unfair. Even if it was something about her and Shinobu, there was a need to try and protect other peoples' feelings, to keep even well-meaning friends from tripping over themselves with apologies that centered themselves in the conversation. Of course, it was fair to say nothing at all - it wasn't anyone's business - but with Shinobu, it would come out eventually if Sonia continued to hang around. Also, for herself and especially for her best friend, Anzu was kind of proud of what they'd done, and wasn't that something to share with a friend?

"I think you've got the situation a little confused, Sonia-san," Anzu said in that gentler, more refined tone of voice. "It's not that they misspelled Shinobu-chan's name, or had the wrong title or something." From when Sonia was coming from, Anzu could see how that would be a problem, but that was a formality that wouldn't have been a big issue to Shinobu, she assumed. "Shinobu-chan and I are both trans girls, so... probably what happened wasn't an accidental mistake, but more... intentionally mean." Maybe Shinobu's father wouldn't have seen it that way, but Anzu certainly did.

Anzu gave a small shrug and a reassuring smile to Sonia. "So that's probably what was upsetting to her. You don't have to treat either of us any differently though." Herself, and Shinobu especially so. That was the kind of thing that Shinobu hated. "And if you have any questions, you can ask me, or Shinobu-chan if she's in the mood to talk. Maybe ask her first." She shifted in her seat, able to watch Sonia as well as Shinobu, off in the distance talking to that girl, at the same time. "For me, though, I won't be offended if you make a mistake or something." She nodded self-assuredly. "Oh, and don't take her that seriously about being so busy. Shinobu-chan makes time for her friends, and we can talk about some normal teen girl outings when she's back!"

"Remind me of your name again, Miss?" Having been engrossed in her phone, the girl's eyes lit up as she heard Shinobu's voice, immediately attaching herself to the archer with a tight hug. "Shinobu-kuuun!" She squeezed, and even when she pulled away, her hands remained at Shinobu's sides. "It's Kaori! Kaori Hara, from Fuchu Academy, remember?" At that, Shinobu gave a thoughtful nod. "Right. Miss Hara." Though it had take prompting, Miss Hara seemed pleased to Shinobu's eyes. That was easy.

"It's impolite to take pictures of people without asking first, Miss Hara," they reproached her. "Ah ehe... I just didn't ever expect to see you out at a time like this! That fancy school keeps you sooo busy." Her eyes were wide and pleading, her hands still pressed against Shinobu as though her body was some kind of children's toy to not be let go of. "And the pictures weren't anything inappropriate, so it's fine, right?"

From this position, Shinobu could see the cars, hidden to all but the most perceptive of people. You loathsome idiot. Your unrestrained impulses might cause some international incident, and I'll doubtlessly get wrapped up in it. I should throw your phone into the lake. "I'm afraid not. I really do need you to delete those photos." "But those girls-" "Are none of your concern, Miss Hara."

Miss Hara frowned. "Mm..." After wrinkling her nose, she tapped her fingertips against one another bashfully. "How about this, Shinobu-kun? I delete this pictures, but you take a picture with me? And then, you take me to a movie I wanna see this weekend? As a date?" Having seen something like this coming, Shinobu wasn't fazed. "This sounds like extortion, Miss Hara. That's criminal activity, you know." But, her Rules were her Rules. "However, I accept." They didn't turn down such requests, and as such held out their hand for her phone.

Once it had been handed over to her, Shinobu erased the photos of herself, Anzu, and Sonia, ensured they hadn't been stored in the cloud, entered her own contact information, and snapped a quick picture of herself with Miss Hara. "I hope that suffices. I'll contact you after school to set up the specifics of our date." The girl didn't seem fully finished. "But, Shinobu-kun, I-" In so far as Shinobu wanted anything, it was to return to her meal before it got cold, and finish her time with Anzu and Sonia. No more distractions. "Miss Hara," she said in a low voice, her hand beneath her chin, tilting her gaze up. "I'll speak to you soon. I'd appreciate no further problems during my lunch hour." With wide, lovesick eyes, Miss Hara nodded, stuttering out an agreement, and then watching as Shinobu turned and began to walk back in the direction of the park table.

[theewritingroomm]

Cliché

Summary: Being best friends with the Weasley twins meant constant adventure. However, Y/N’s biggest adventure is coming to terms with her feelings for her best friend. Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1,882 Warnings: Unrequited feelings, swearing, A/N: Text divider by: @firefly-graphics

Y/N could not exactly remember when she became friends with the Weasley twins, but she does remember a lot of the things that they pulled her into. She remembers when they first started dragging her along through the hidden tunnels throughout Hogwarts, she remembers when she would stay at the Borrow for the summer and she would watch them prank Percy and Ron, and she remembers exactly when she started having developing feelings towards Fred.

It was completely cliche for her to fall for her best friend, but despite others saying he was childish and could not keep his attention on anything for longer than ten seconds she didn't care. She did not care what people said about her and her two best friends, they were inseparable, and were known around the school as the Three Musketeers: a name given to them by Hermione. The name followed them around as did the gossip and rumors started by fellow classmates.

But now the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the Yule Ball was all anyone could seem to talk about. Instead of O.W.L.S, the house cup, and the quidditch cup there was talk about who everyone thought was going to win the tournament and who was going to the ball with who.

Now Y/N really did not care who was going with who, or who she thought was going to win the tournament; well, that's what she had told Fred and George. To be honest she would like to go to the ball but with Fred and George always around no one would attempt to talk to her, but that would not matter since the only person she wanted to go with only saw her as a friend. It was such a cliché scenario, falling for your best friend.

"So, Y/N, has anyone asked you to the ball?" Hermione asked her over breakfast. Now Y/N could not lie and say someone has because them Fred and George will ask who and then they'll turn into overprotective blokes, and no one really wants that. So, she just shook her head pouring herself some more pumpkin juice. Hermione just stared wide eyed and open mouthed at her.

"Bloody hell. If Y/N can’t get a date, then how can we Harry?" She heard Ron mumble. Y/N wanted to say something or throw something at him but fought against it and stood up to walk out of the Great Hall. No one tried to stop her, and since they were on holiday, she couldn't go to class so she settled for the Gryffindor common room.

Sitting in front of the fire Y/N thought back to one of her first summers at the Borrow.

She was nervous, not only was it the first time she would be meeting the entire Weasley family, but it was right about the time that she started discovering her true feelings for Fred. She ended up staying in Ginny's room and becoming fast friends with the youngest Weasley. It was about halfway through the summer when Y/N was confronted by Ginny; for someone so young she had seen the way Y/N looked at her brother.

"Hey Y/N..." Hermione's voice startled her out of her memories, making her face the younger girl. "I'm sorry for what Ron said earlier, he doesn't really watch what he's saying."

"It's ok Hermione. Fred and George are the same way. Can't really remember how many times I've scolded them for saying things they shouldn't have" Y/N chuckled at this, but Hermione stayed silent.

"But that's not way I'm here actually." She looked at the fire avoiding looking Y/N in the eye. "Now please don't be mad at Ginny, I forced her to tell me."

"Hermione, what did she tell you?" Y/N's voice was hard and cold, but she isn't one to tell others what she's feeling so for Ginny to know about how she felt about Fred and now for Hermione to know was more than she could take.

"It's not that bad. I mean there's still time for you to ask him if you really want to go with him..."

"No Hermione, there isn't any time left. He asked Angelia yesterday in front of me. So, what am I supposed to do? Walk up to him and tell him that I have feelings for him, and I have since third year?"

It was a lot for her to admit out loud, and especially in front of another person. Now Y/N waited for Hermione to say something, anything but the only thing she heard was a gasp then a chuckle. Not two seconds after she heard that did George step into the common room. Now some people can't tell the twins apart, but she could, and she could also tell that this was bad, unbelievably bad.

"George, what the hell are you doing here?" Y/N asked staring wide eyed at him. She was panicking, there wasn't much the twins kept from each other and she didn't know if he would keep this to himself.

"Well, I came to check on my friend, see if she was okay after storming out of breakfast." He was teasing her; she could tell by the mischievous grin on his lips that nothing good was going to come out of this. "But I come up here to hear that she's got a crush on my brother."

Now Y/N liked to believe she was able to keep calm under stress, she had to be able to with as much trouble the twins dragged her into. But right now, with Hermione and George looking at her and knowing what she felt for her friend nearly pushed her over the edge. So, there she sat, in front of the fire her jaw tight and eyes watering with her secret coming out that she realized it was pointless to try and hide it anymore, it was all falling apart anyway.

"Hermione, can you let me, and George talk alone for a minute." It was less of a question than a request, so when the portrait closed behind her Y/N looked over at him to see the grin hadn't left his face.

"You know Y/N, I've always questioned the guys you've gone out with and what you saw in them. But now I know that you've been trying to get over dear old Fred."

"Shut up George, just shut up." Y/N tried her hardest not to cry, she tried to keep from breaking down, but she wasn't successful; she had reached her breaking point. "Just forget this every happened and promise me you won't tell Fred."

"But let me just...."

"No George, promise me."

"I promise."

Y/N just nodded and left the common room. She had a feeling that something was going to go wrong, something was going to come back and bite her in the ass. But at this moment she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone, to get away from everyone.

Christmas at Hogwarts was Y/N's favorite time, the feast, and the alone time when most everyone was gone was something she looked forward to. But this Christmas was different, there were more people staying at Hogwarts this year and the Yule Ball was happening on Christmas day. Now she wasn't to down about the amount of people staying nor was she still upset about Hermione and George knowing about how she felt for Fred, she was nervous about the ball and how she would handle it.

After talking with Ginny and some other of her not so close friends, she realized that the ball was a once and a lifetime opportunity and she couldn't let it slip through her fingers. So, with a little planning Y/N and Lee Jordan were going together. It wasn't too bad, Y/N and Lee were friends, and Lee owed her a favor anyway.

"You know I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before." Hermione tried to calm Y/N's nerves as they walked towards the Great Hall.

"I know." After that half-assed, awkward attempt at a conversation no one else spoke until after they met up with their dates.

It was after everyone watched the champions dance with their partners and Y/N made one to many unnecessary trips to the punch bowl, did her and Lee dance. It was not the perfect slow dance, they were stumbling over each other’s feet and laughing at stories, in all it was a good night.

"You know Fred's been looking at you all night." Lee whispered to her before twirling her. She snuck a quick glance over to him to see him dancing with Angeila, but his eyes were trained on her. She could not read what he was feeling but by the look he was sending her it wasn't too good.

"Guess he's shocked that I'm in a dress." Y/N shrugged looking away from Fred to flash Lee a smile.

They stayed at the ball for what felt like hours, they stayed until they were the last ones in the Great Hall. For a night that started out full of nerves and doubt it ended as close to perfect as Y/N would get.

"Good night Lee. I'll see you tomorrow." Y/N told him, waving him off as he walked to his room.

She smiled to herself and sat in an armchair in front of the fire thinking over the night. I mean sure she did not go with the guy she wanted to, but she did go with someone she could have fun with; and maybe the night went better than she thought it would. Overall, she would not do anything different to change tonight.

"You look happy." She jumped at the voice, about to yell at the person for scaring the shit out of her but she turned and saw George looking at her with a smug grin.

"It was a good night." She told him simply looking back at the fire.

"You know if you wanted Fred and I wouldn't oppose to you going out with Lee."

"Lee's a great guy, but I couldn't. It wouldn't go anywhere; I'd be leading him along."

"Because of how you feel about Fred." Y/N just nodded, not looking at him. "Maybe that's what you need. Someone to get your mind off him."

"That's the thing George, I can't get him out of my mind. He's been my friend since our first year and I had to be the one to fall for her best friend." She ranted, trying not to wake everyone in the tower.

Before George could say anything, his twin stepped into the common room, a shell-shocked expression on his face.

'Shit, shit, son of a bitch' ran through Y/N's mind. He had heard them, heard how she felt about him.

"Y/N...." he started, but he could not finish there were to many emotions running through his head. Fred took a breath before nodding towards his brother, who quickly left the two of them alone. "Look I'm sorry but Angeila and I..."

"No, you don't have to explain Fred. I knew you wouldn't feel the same way." She gave him a small sad smile before grabbing her heels and walking to her dorm.

"Good night Fred,” she told him before turning away, trying to hide her tears from him; but he had seen them.

[jaechanartz]

Sonic & the Ninja's Daughter Chapter 2

Psst! Hey...Hello! Here's a little art I did for Chapter 1.2

Thought I'd share it real quick. Some of my girlfriends did some fanart too! I'll share them in later posts. Anyways back to the story. (That is if you have the willpower to read 10,600 words. Yeah you heard right!)

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Chapter 2: A Lonely World

Chapter 2.1 - A Lonely World

The building was not in the worst condition. It just looked like no one had used it, let alone lived in it, for years. Ivy vines hung over the corners of the roof, decorated with glittering snowflakes. There were no glass windows, so the cold winter air could flow into the rooms easily, but with heating, it wouldn't pose any problems. On top of that, it was so close to the abandoned area, or more commonly known as the "ghost town".

Emia had never been to the ghost town before. She had heard so many rumors about the place from her classmates and friends at the high school she used to attend, but she never thought she would ever get so close to it in person. Her aunt, although she was usually a firm believer that rumors were simply lies, had warned Emia and her brother, for safety precautions, not to go there or even go near the gate.

She was already amazed that someone like Speed-o'-Sound Sonic could have the guts to live so close to a place that was supposedly dangerous. Even if the monsters said to be roaming the area did exist, there was no way he could simply even walk casually like nothing out of the ordinary happened. But this was pretty much normal for him. Everyday life. After witnessing how he defeated those three thugs without getting a scratch on himself, Emia didn't see any reason why she should fear a monster with Sonic around. He could easily dodge attacks effortlessly. Furthermore, he didn't believe the rumors at all. He even laughed when she asked him if he was afraid of the ghost-town monster.

"If I were a kid, then yes!" he had said, before joking about how the "ghost-town monster" was just something parents used to scare their children into behaving.

She smiled, and all her concerns and worries were instantly a thing of the past. Even her younger brother, Zero, didn't believe that the monsters existed. When he was eleven, she recalled, he fussed about his stew, and their uncle had warned him that if he didn't eat, the ghost-town monster would grab him in his sleep.

Zero had just frowned and said, "Ha! Ghosts aren't real!"

"Ghosts aren't real, eh?" she mumbled to herself.

Maybe that was true. Maybe there was no such thing as the ghost-town monster.

"Hey."

Sonic gently nudged her, bringing her back to reality. He smiled at her.

"Coming?" he asked, before walking towards the building.

"Uh...sure."

She followed him. Nothing to be afraid of. 'Not with you around.'

. . .

"Watch your step, there." Sonic said as they started up a second set of stairs.

The first set was easy to climb, but the second set had some crumbled steps, so it was slightly more difficult to climb. Sonic held Emia's hand so that she wouldn't fall if she had accidentally slipped.

"You live here by yourself?" she asked as they approached a door on the fifth floor.

"Yep." he replied. "Me, myself and I."

Once they reached the door, Sonic had placed his hand on the silver doorknob when Emia came up with another question.

"What's it like, living in a place like this?"

He momentarily paused.

"Well, it's not much..." he said, finally turning the knob, "...but it's home."

He pushed the door open, and instead of coldness as one would expect, Emia felt a slightly warm breeze.

"Uh, it's a bit messy in here. Watch yourself."

She smiled. "It's okay. How bad could it be?"

She followed him in, and at first, she thought it was a perfectly normal place, but when she started looking around, she realized it was quite the opposite.

She saw Sonic taking off his jacket and seating himself on a mat about to tune in on a radio, but behind him were weapons of all sorts; ninja weapons to be exact. She saw a wooden pillar with kunai daggers and katanas thrust into it. One of the katanas had a sharp, intimidating blade, which had been cut deeply into the pillar, almost as if it was being cut down ruthlessly. It almost scared her. Next to it, on the right, she saw another set of weapons neatly organized. A rectangular wooden slab with lined-up shuriken; a set of ten kunai and a sword sheathed in a black scabbard. The way it was organized was enough to hypnotize Emia, and for a moment she felt so tempted to touch the sword, even if it was just to hold the hilt of it, but she was strong enough to push that temptation away. Why would Sonic be so interested in collecting these kinds of weapons? Where did he even get them from? Minors owning weapons or weapons used for criminal acts was illegal, but weapon stores were still running.

Shuriken. Kunai. Sharp katanas. That unwanted feeling of unease slowly started to rise within her.

'Is Speed-o'-Sound Sonic...? Is he a...?'

Despite her attempts to resist, she went down on her knees and her hand slowly started to reach for the hilt of the sword before her.

"Hey!" Sonic said behind her. "What are you doing?"

The level of voice made her realize he was right behind her, and before she could react, he swooped down, grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away from the sword. She just stared up at him, taken aback by this sudden act.

"Don't touch that!" he told her. "That blade is sharp."

He let her go and turned to walk away, then stopped. He turned back around and saw her still there on the floor, staring at her knees, with her hand around her wrist.

"I-I'm sorry." he said to her softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you or anything-"

"It's okay." she whispered. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay."

He nodded silently. For some reason, he was feeling so awful about this, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe he was just tired. It had been quite a long night. A peaceful walk in the snow somehow managed to turn into a situation where he had to rescue a cute girl from danger. He sighed and pushed his bangs back from his face, feeling as if he was getting some sort of headache. He was already starting to feel exhausted.

"Hey, Sonic?"

"Yeah?" he responded tiredly.

Emia bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with a comprehensive way to ask him the question she desperately wanted to know the answer to. The only thing she hoped to get from him right now was nothing but simple honesty.

"Speed-o'-Sound Sonic," she began confidently. "Are...are you...?"

'Dammit!'

She became frustrated at herself for faltering.

Sonic blinked at her, both curious and confused at the same time.

"Am I... what?"

After regaining her confidence, she exhaled and looked up at him, looking directly into his eyes, and tried again.

"Speed-o'-Sound Sonic. Are you a ninja? A real ninja?"

That completely caught him off guard. She didn't even try to ask it as a leading question; she just went and asked him straight up! Questions that required the truth for an answer were never easy for him to answer. What could he do? He could lie and say no, so that way, he would be able to make a valuable explanation for the weapons. Easy, right?

'No. What made you think that? The weapons? I just like having them as collector's items."

The problem was, though, from the look in her eyes, Sonic knew that Emia was in no mood to hear lies. She wanted him to be honest. They say that truth hurts, but in this situation, he could hurt her more by lying. She was already physically and emotionally hurt enough as it was. With all that laid on the table, he had only two choices: lie and hurt Emia's feelings or give her what she needed from him and tell her the truth. He chose the latter.

"Yeah." he said, barely audible.

"What?"

Emia's eyes lit up slightly, looking as if she was trying to figure out whether she had heard what she thought she had just heard.

Sonic swallowed.

"Yes." he said louder, before he realized how broken his voice sounded and cleared his throat. "Yes. I'm a ninja."

Her heart nearly skipped a beat. There it was! The truth! In that one simple answer. That was all she needed to put her mind at ease. She gave him a grateful smile.

"Thanks for your honesty, Sonic. I really appreciate it." she said sweetly.

That surprised him. There he was, thinking she would hate him, only to find her appreciating his honesty. No hatred, just simple gratitude. Just who exactly was this girl? It made him feel awkward.

"Uh...sure?"

She chuckled and then composed herself.

"If you don't mind me asking," she said. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were a ninja?"

'Damn! I had a feeling she would ask me that if I said "yes"!'

He was too far gone, though. Feeble lies would not help his case.

The truth was, he didn't tell because he felt that if he did, he would have frightened her or inadvertently hurt her in any way or form. He felt as if her heart would be crushed if she found out he was a ninja. He was an assassin: no one in the public would treat or look at him the way she did. No one would have accepted him the way he was. That was why he never bothered with companionship or love. Well, much rather, rarely. But Emia didn't run away, hate him or say or do anything to provoke him in order to have him lash out at her like the deadly assassin he was. Instead, she had simply appreciated his honesty and kindness, and that alone made him grateful. He had never met anyone like her, and he already felt as if he was starting to like her, no matter how much he denied it. He didn't want to lose her so quickly after what he did for her.

That was why he didn't tell her up until when she asked him.

But how could he put that into words? Spilling out his true feelings in one honest explanation was rather embarrassing. Especially if he had to say it in front of a girl.

'Oh, geez! Well, here goes nothing...'

"Uh, well..." he started hesitantly. "The reason why I didn't tell was because...um..."

"Go on." she said patiently.

Sonic felt his cheeks go red.

"Well, I'm not sure how to put this into words...it's a little embarrassing but...I didn't tell you anything because...well, I was..."

"You were afraid I wasn't going to trust you anymore? That I wouldn't see you as a friend?"

He blinked at her. A memory of their conversation at the plaza flooded in.

"Emia. If it's that bad, then you should talk to someone... Someone you can trust."

"You saved my life, and because of that, I trust you.'

'Trust...'

"Y-yeah." he replied. "That's one way to put it, I suppose."

She smiled.

"You know," she said. "You're far too young to be worrying so much."

"Uh, I'm sorry, what?" he asked, frowning.

"That's something my aunt would probably say." she replied. "Point is, you shouldn't worry about me losing trust in you, because I won't."

This took him by surprise. Hearing that from anyone would have been a first.

"Wait, r-really?"

"Yes!" she chuckled before composing herself again. "You know, my mother once said something important to me. She said that even if it seems that no one will appreciate you for whatever reason, there will always be that somebody who will still follow you and remain by your side, and the one person who does that is a living reminder that you're never alone in the world."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, so if even if no one else does, I'll still trust you. I mean, you saved my life, and you gave me comfort and advice that I was almost certain no one would give me. You've been so good to me up until now, so there is no way I could not trust you. I certainly don't see any logic in hating you just because you're a ninja. The fact that I was saved and then given words of wisdom by a ninja like you is... awesome. So, thank you!"

There wasn't a single shadow in that sweet smile of hers. Although it made him feel more embarrassed than before, Sonic himself was grateful that there was someone from the outside world who appreciated and trusted him. Maybe he had found a friend, one that would replace the one he lost nine years ago. Maybe tonight would help him realize that solitude wasn't a strength after all.

He frowned as he felt himself flush and rolled his eyes away from hers.

"Whatever." he replied casually, "It was nothing, really. I was just...doing my thing, I guess."

She giggled, then fatigue overcame her. Sonic noticed how exhausted she was, walked over to her and touched her face, inspecting her injuries. But Emia didn't realize this at first, so she blushed as he brushed away some of her hair.

"Those don't look too bad, actually." he said. "I think you'll be fine."

"Huh? Oh! Really?"

"Yeah. I'll take care of those and the grazes on your knees. I'll give you a change of clothes."

She blushed as she felt the warmth from his fingertips spread across her skin. He really was warm, just like his kindness. She placed her palm on the back of his hand and smiled.

"Okay. Sure. Thanks." she whispered sleepily.

He returned a smile.

"No problem." he replied, lowering his hand. "I'll go grab you some clothes. Stay here until I come back, okay? And don't fall asleep. At least, not yet."

She nodded and he walked away.

Emia nuzzled her face into the purple scarf Sonic had given to her and smiled shyly as she thought about all he had done for her.

Sonic smiled to himself as he dug around for clothes and found one of his old Nin-Nin tops. He figured it would do for her.

Though neither had realized it immediately, it became apparent how lonely their lives had been, and how memories of their pasts had been eating at them since they chose to bottle up their emotions inside them.

But both Sonic and Emia knew, after all that had happened between them, that the world would no longer be lonely.

Chapter 2.2 - Where Monsters Like to Play

As she changed in the bathroom, Sonic washed Emia's bloodied clothes. There wasn't much blood staining her top or socks, so they were easy to wash. Even after all that had happened, he still couldn't believe that these clothes were worn by the same girl he saved. He paused momentarily at the thought, shook it away and continued to wash. Once he was finished, he set them in a laundry basket and carried them to a drying rack. There, he hung and pegged her clothes, and by the time he had pegged up her socks, the bathroom door opened and Emia came out.

From the look on her face, Sonic could tell that Emia felt like a child in his clothes. She kept the scarf on, but not just to keep warm. The Nin-Nin top's neckline was awfully big. The neckline was wide enough to slip off her shoulders if she was any smaller, and the sleeves went over her hands by at least ten centimeters. The navy tracksuits, which would usually go half-way down Sonic's shins, almost went down to her ankles and judging by the length of the elastic straps, she had to pull them so that they would fit and wouldn't fall from her waist. Even though it wasn't meant to be a laughing matter, Sonic couldn't help but smile at the sight of her and had to cover his mouth with his hand. But that didn't stop the snorting from escaping him.

Emia frowned at him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

"I am not!" he said. "It's just...those look bigger on you than I thought they would be."

"You don't say." she said sarcastically.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that! To be honest, though..." he added, looking at her thoughtfully.

"Huh?"

His smirk started to show.

"You look kind of cute in my clothes."

After a moment of confusion, Emia's face went red with embarrassment.

"Wha?! Ah! You jerk!" she cried, hiding her face behind the scarf.

"Chill out, would you?" he said, laughing at her reaction. "I didn't mean it like that."

She peeked out and blinked shyly at him.

"Huh?"

He shook his head and smiled.

"Never mind. Come on, let's get your face sorted out."

He took her by the hand and sat her down in front of him. A first aid kit was sitting on the floor, waiting patiently to be opened. He started by rubbing a cotton bud, which had been dipped in an alcoholic antiseptic, onto her cheek, but Emia winced and started complaining.

"Ow! The alcohol stings!" she whined.

"Well, it's partly your fault for getting yourself hurt, isn't it?" he replied with a frown. "Besides, if I don't put the alcohol on, some of them will get worse, so you'll just have to sit there and endure it."

"Can't you at least be gentle?"

"I won't if you don't stop whining like a baby."

That shut her up before she quickly said: "Okay, I'll be good."

"Alright, then. Now hold still. It'll hurt more if you keep fidgeting."

Despite the stinging, Emia was able to cope with the antiseptic. Once it was finally over, Sonic started covering up some of the injuries with band-aids. He brushed some of her hair out of the way, occasionally telling her to hold it back for him as he smoothed down a band-aid on her face.

When he was done, Emia had three white square bandages – one on each cheek and one on her forehead - and a small plaster over her nose.

"There. Good as new, almost." he said with a smile. "I took care of some of the bad ones. You should be okay now."

"Thanks..." she replied with a yawn as she leaned slightly forward towards him with droopy eyes. "So, sleepy..."

As if she meant to hug him, she fell into his arms as he caught her, and dropped off into sleep. Sonic blinked at her, surprised, then smiled. He then lifted her up and carefully laid her down on a sleeping bag he had rolled out earlier. It was easy to do since she was unexpectedly light to carry for her age, but it meant that all he had to do was tuck her in. He gathered two thick blankets and draped them over her, and as she snuggled in them and smiled in her sleep, he knew she was satisfied. He did the same thing for himself and lay one meter away from her.

He captured her sweet, sleeping face one more time before he himself closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

. . .

She ran through darkness. She didn't know where she was going, nor did she care. She only cared about escaping from what she perceived to be the ruthless hunter, even if the clawed branches and brambles were attempting to weaken her. Thorns had already torn off her hood, branches had left claw marks on her face, and thistles and thorns had left her skirt ripped and cuts and stings on her knees. Despite all this, she continued to run, without looking back or stopping to catch her breath.

Her efforts had not been in vain, as she soon found a dimly lit cottage ahead of her. She only had three seconds to catch her breath before she was to dart toward the door. She slammed it open with her shoulder and slammed it back in immediately after she was inside. She stood there, barring the door with her back and arms, gasping for air. Sweat and blood from her cheeks trickled down and dripped onto the floor as she silently prayed that the being hunting her wouldn't find her.

Moments after desperate prayers, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. She raised her head and saw her mother in front of her, wearing a long-sleeved dress as white as snow. The girl rushed to embrace her mother, relieved by her warmth, but when their eyes met, her mother's smile went out and her blood was sprayed on the girl's face, causing her to stumble backwards and hit the floor. When she wiped away the thick warm red liquid from her eyes, she caught sight of her mother dropping on the floor with her blade in her back. When she looked up, she saw, to her dismay, the one who had been hunting her. He yanked the blade out of the dead woman's back and walked towards the girl. She stared helplessly as the assassin towered over her, the sharp, deadly sword raised for the kill. As the blade slashed through the air and was brought down upon her, she shut her eyes as the worst lingered closer by the second...

Emia woke up screaming, sweat covering her face and palms. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute and for a moment she was trying to remember how to breathe all whilst struggling to recover from her nasty fright. She had almost forgotten where she was until she felt a familiar touch on her arm. When she swung her head to her right, she saw a worried Sonic clutching her arm tightly.

"Emia! Are you okay?" he asked. "I heard you moaning in your sleep, but I couldn't wake you up."

She didn't say anything, but in a panic looked at her hands. When she saw nothing there but her skin, she calmed down slightly. Sonic loosened his grip on her arm.

"Emia?"

"I'm fine." she said without looking at him. "It was just another nightmare. Sorry."

"No, it's okay." he said, eventually letting her go. "I get them too."

She looked up at him, slightly surprised. She didn't think for a second that someone like Speed-o'-Sound Sonic would have nightmares. At least, not the kind of nightmares she would have. She remembered him saying at the café that he had lost people he knew. Maybe that's what gave him trouble sleeping at night. She wasn't really sure, though.

"How could you have nightmares?" she asked with a frown. "I thought ninjas weren't meant to be scared of anything, since they're so formidable."

"Everyone gets them, I guess." he replied with a shrug. "Even ninjas."

"Yeah, but..." she started, then stopped. "Uh...you're a strange one."

"Anyway, it must have been a pretty scary nightmare for you to wake up screaming like that." he then said. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened exactly? To your mother, I mean."

The question caught her off guard. Why would he ask her that now?

"Well, you were moaning in your sleep for her." he explained, noticing the look on her face. "You were saying, 'Mom, Mom' over and over. Whatever happened to her in the past, it must have been terrible for you. So, what happened to her?"

She frowned at him and said nothing. Instead, she lay back down with her back to him. But she couldn't go back to sleep. It was this issue that left her feeling miserable in the mornings. She would be short-tempered with her brother and older cousin, snapping at them when she didn't mean to, and she would be unsociable with others. She would even refuse to do the things she would usually enjoy doing.

"Are you okay?" her aunt would ask her, trying to look into her eyes or feel her forehead for a non-existent fever.

Emia would turn away and say, "Fine." with a neutral look on her face.

Still not saying anything to Sonic, she curled up with her knees to her chest, hugging them and biting her lip as if she was trying to prevent the danger of crying, before she felt his fingertips touch her shoulder.

"Hey, Emia?" he said softly. "Is something wrong? Do you not want to talk about it?"

She didn't reply and hugged her knees tighter. He just sighed, turned his back to her and propped his arm on one knee.

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me. It's never easy to talk about things like that." he said as he closed his eyes. "I'll just sit here until you fall asleep, okay?"

She was momentarily silent, then it came out of her mouth almost automatically without her thinking about it.

"I saw her die." she said quietly.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at her, as if she had just said something insane.

"I saw my mother die in front of me." she said. "That's what happened."

"You...you mean, in the nightmare?" he replied, internally hoping that this didn't happen for real.

She nodded once, her eyes becoming glazed with tears.

"It's always the same thing." she whispered. "No matter how many times I block my ears or shut my eyes, I can still see it playing over and over so clearly. I can still hear it. The screaming. The bloodshed. The sound of her body hitting the floor..." - she started to tremble - "It... still scares me...it still hurts. It hurts so badly."

The truth was devastating to hear. Sonic already knew that Emia's mother was dead, now he knew how. She had been killed by some...inhumane being. He turned away from her, his speech somehow robbed by sudden guilt. How many lives did he take without remorse, when he used to take contracts for assassination? How many of those lives could have belonged to someone's mother? He had done it without mercy, all because of his disdain for the world and because of what all the Ninja Village had raised him and several others to do. Kill like an emotionless machine, not caring for the pain it would cause towards others.

'Great.' he thought. 'What am I supposed to say to Emia now? It's not like I have a right to say anything after what I've done in the past. Even so, I can't just leave her like this. What should I do? What can I say?'

He himself never even had a mother, so how could he say, "I know how you feel."? But he could say that. He didn't need to lose a parent to learn how it felt to lose someone.

"Hey, uh, Emia?" he said quietly. "I, uh...I'm really sorry...about your mom."

She stopped crying and turned her head towards him.

"R-really?"

He bit his bottom lip, hesitant to respond.

"Well, I never really had a mother myself, so I don't really understand how it feels to lose close family or anything." he said. "But, I do understand how it feels to see people you know die...and not be able to do anything about it."

"You...you do?" she asked.

Sonic felt the moon's rays on his back as he nodded. It wasn't going to be easy to talk about, he may as well tell her.

"Yeah," he replied. "I grew up in a Ninja Village, and nine years ago, when I was sixteen, there was a massacre. Every last one of my people – students and staff – was killed. I was the only one who survived, but even now, sometimes I can't help but think that maybe I should've done something to stop it, or to save some of the ones who died. Sometimes, I can't help but think that maybe I should've died with them. But in the end, there wasn't anything I could do. I mean, what could a sixteen-year-old boy do against something like that? Even so, no matter how much that feeling ate at me, I toughed it out and endured it regardless."

He turned to her and placed his hand on her shoulder as she blinked away her tears.

"Emia. Life may be harsh on you at times." he told her. "It happens to almost everyone, but we can endure it. I know you have what it takes to do that. I know you're stronger than this, strong enough to get back on your feet and keep moving. So long as you have endurance, you can continue to live your life the way you should. I'm sure that...I'm sure that's she would want for you."

As she let his words sink deeper inside her, Emia's tears started to swell up in her eyes again. She tried to do everything she could do to keep them from showing – blinking and wiping them away – but in the end it was pointless. Unable to control herself, she sent the covers flying off her as she flung her arms around the neck of a surprised Sonic, crying on his shoulder (or much rather her sleeve). After a moment, he simply smiled and put his arms around her.

"Geez," he murmured. "You're such a handful, you know that?"

She let out a shaky breath in response, and with it, all her pain and fear left her peacefully. For a reason unknown to her at that time, Emia felt as if she had some sense of security in Sonic's arms. Or much rather, just being with him in general. He made her feel safer and well-protected. It was almost as if there was a barrier that formed every time his arms were around her, one that prevented violence and pain from being inflicted upon her. Emia struggled to figure out whether she was crying out of happiness and relief, or because she was still struggling to recover from the memories of her mother and that dreadful nightmare. She had started to chew on her sleeve, which was an old childhood habit of hers when she was trying to recover from fright, and she had managed to get a good grip of Sonic's topknot, trying to stay awake, afraid to go back to sleep. She feared that if she did, she would be plagued with nightmares and once again trapped a "hell-on-earth" replica.

'In the world where monsters like to play.' She used to call it when she was little.

Sonic's warmth and soft voice brought her back to reality.

"Get some sleep, you big baby." he murmured sleepily. "We need to be up early tomorrow so we can take you home..."

She had managed to loosen his topknot and now it was partly undone (sort of). Straight, long black locks of hair that went all the way down his back. One lock was hanging over the palm of her hand as she felt it. It felt soft. Almost like silk.

Fatigue overcame her again and her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

She lowered her hand as Sonic lowered himself with her on the sleeping bag. He was fully aware that there was no point in trying to get her off him. He was too tired to do so. May as well sleep this way.

In the next moment, they were both asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 2.3 - I'm Home

It would have been a surprise to anyone who woke up to the sun's warming rays on their body on such a cold winter morning.

That's how it was for Emia when she initially thought it was Sonic, but then she realised it felt so much warmer than him. He was still there, sleeping next to her with his topknot half-undone, but they were no longer in each other's arms as she last remembered.

Although, that was the least of her concern. What had surprised her even more was the fact she was able to fall asleep after a nightmare, and she didn't have any more of them after that either. It was a rare case, especially now that she was feeling a lot better than she was last night. She placed her hand on her forehead, trying to recall all the events that occurred that night. The only thing she failed to remember was the nightmare that had scared her awake.

"How strange..." she mumbled to herself. "I've never experienced this feeling before."

But she wasn't angry about it. This might be the new start in life she was looking for. Suddenly, she remembered the conversation she had with her aunt on Sonic's phone.

'Oh, that's right. Sonic needs to take me home today. I should remember how to get there now.'

The three men who had attacked her last night caused an injury to her head, resulting in her having a temporary memory loss. Because of this, Emia couldn't remember how to get back home. Now that she had recovered, she had to try and remember so that Sonic could take her home and so that she could put her aunt's mind at ease.

She placed the tip of her finger on her forehead, closed her eyes and imagined herself in the areas of Z City she was most familiar with. (This was a method Emia often used to help her retrace her steps for whatever the situation may be, whether she was lost somewhere or pinpointing a certain location. With this method, she would be able to follow a route exactly how she remembered it in her mind). She started with the city centre - she went through there almost every day - and pictured every location she could recall within that area, starting by placing the abandoned district north from the centre. Then, she started replicating the centre itself. Central station, north-west. The school I used to attend, east. School short-cut, south east of the school. Nature park, north-east from Z-City Central Station. The hospital where Uncle Miji works, a twenty minute walk from the park. Emia knew that her uncle took forty-five minutes to get home. But where was home, and how would she find it?

'For starters,' she thought. 'I need to recall which direction I would usually come from when I enter the city centre. Then I'll be able to narrow the area where my home is situated.'

It was quite easy to figure out: she usually entered from the south, so her home was somewhere within the south-east and south-western areas. She pictured herself walking home from school. Enter from the east, through the commuting crowds. Pass the main shopping mall, the one with the banner and big TVs next to it. Reach the south entrance. Walk pass the convenience store Sally runs. Sally's store is two blocks away from home, so...

'That's it! There it is!'

In an apartment complex, six storeys high, on the fifth floor. First door to the right. Home. The home she and her younger brother lived with their aunt, uncle, and older cousin. She opened her eyes. She finally remembered! Her family would be very relieved to see her alive and well. She nodded confidently to herself when she started to hear Sonic snoring next the her. She looked over at him and frowned. This was exactly why she didn't often enjoy sharing a room with somebody who snored. She hated it, and couldn't resist the urge to flick Sonic's nose, like she would with her older cousin, Rin. She did it twice, and even though it woke him up the second time, she flicked him a third time and he shot up frustrated and in slight pain, his hand over his nose.

"What the hell, Emia?" he yelled. "I was already awake the second time!"

The poor girl with amethyst eyes had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide the fact that she was trying not to laugh at him for a moment. The neckline of the Nin-Nin top she wore overnight slipped down her shoulder slightly.

"Sorry," she said with a smile, after composing herself. "I don't like sleeping next to people who snore like you do."

He frowned irritated. "Fine, whatever. What do you want?"

"Home." she replied, slipping the top's neckline back over her shoulder. "I know how to get home now."

"Oh. So you remember now, huh?"

She nodded with a smile. "The abandoned area is north of the city centre, right? I usually enter from the south, so my home is south of the centre."

"Well, you're gonna have to show me," he answered with a yawn, "so I can take you home. Go on and change: your clothes are over there."

He pointed towards the drying rack where he hung her clothes to dry overnight, and she gave him a quick hug.

"Thanks, Sonic."

"Thank me later, " he said, almost moaning sleepily. "Go on. Shoo!"

Emia had never felt happier. Things were starting to look up for her again.

. . .

"Are you sure you don't want this?" she asked him, clutching the purple scarf around her neck he had given her last night as the two headed for the city centre.

"No, no, it's fine." he replied. "It's yours now."

But Emia couldn't help feeling that she needed to give it back to Sonic. Maybe it was because he gave it to her so freely and kindly that it almost felt like she was stealing. But for the time being, she chose to push the thought aside and focus on getting home.

Then, the moment she heard the faint sound of multiple footsteps and voices ahead of her, as well as the occasional vehicles passing through, she rushed towards the sounds as if to confirm she had the right feeling of where they could possibly come from.

"Hey, Emia!" Sonic called from behind her. "Slow down, would you? You're getting too far ahead!"

She slightly slowed her pace, allowing him to catch up to her, but had to stop anyway as she had to shield her eyes from the sunlight. Sonic had caught up and standing beside her when she lowered her hand, and they were both amazed by what they saw.

The streets before them were so alive and bustling, it was almost hard to believe it was real. Early birds, commuters, café workers, you name it. They were all there. Crossing the streets, talking on the phone and to each other, laughing. It was an amazing sight, and Emia finally felt that familiar sense of home.

"Holy crap, it's so crowded out here!" Sonic said, looking at the time on his cellphone. "It's not even that late in the day!"

Emia giggled. "Well, you should try coming down here during the summer. It's a struggle just trying to cross the roads!"

"For real? Well, never mind that." he replied. "Show me where you live so I can take you home, if you can."

She smiled and nodded once. "Of course!"

She scanned the area over the sea of heads, keeping an eye out for distinguishable buildings or locations from the replica she had pictured earlier. When she spotted the mall she used to pass by on her way home from school, she took Sonic's arm to get his attention.

"It's this way." she said pointing, and she led him towards the mall, and therefore the south.

As they squeezed through the early-morning crowds, Emia made sure that she had a good grip on Sonic and that she stayed as close to him as possible, fearing that she might end up getting separated from him or that he could get lost.

Thankfully, they were able to stick together all the way through and managed to reach Emia's south entrance, so she let go of him, feeling more at ease now that they finally out of there. She continued to lead the way, with him following.

"Come on, down this way."

As he followed her down, Sonic felt like he was walking down a quiet suburban street, despite them being so close to the city centre. The area was not familiar to him, but it wouldn't take long for him to memorize the route they were taking, just in case he needed it for "future references". Just in case he felt like he needed to see her again.

'But why would I need to do that? That's just ludicrous!'

Around fifteen minutes later, after turning left at an intersection, passing a convenience store and travelling a total of twenty blocks, they stopped in from of a creamy colored apartment complex building. Sonic counted six storeys and then looked at Emia, who seemed to be gazing at some of the balconies, which were decorated with hanging flower baskets.

"So, you live here?" he asked her.

She turned to look at him and nodded. Then she pointed upwards.

"I live on the fifth floor." she said. "Come on." - she started to walk towards the entrance - "You should meet my family."

"Hm? Oh. Sure."

Inside, the place was quite modern and looked as if it had just been renovated. Vanilla coloured walls, red, firm carpet flooring, white painted doors with gold or silver metal numbers on their fronts, even the stairs! It felt so different compared to the buildings situated in the abandoned area. Sonic was so bewildered by the sight that he completely forgot he was meant to be following Emia, who was almost halfway up the first flight of stairs when she realised he wasn't following her.

"Hey Sonic? Are you okay?"

Her voice brought him back to reality.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." he said, hurrying over to her. "Sorry about that."

She smiled. "It's okay. Just don't zone out, okay? I don't want to accidently leave you behind somewhere."

"Yeah, right. Of course. Sorry."

He followed her up five flights of stairs. They didn't need to walk down the hallway; they only had to take a few steps before stopping at a partially opened door the colour of milky quartz with the number '5e' in sliver plating. Next to it on the left, Sonic noticed, was a sky blue sign labelled "Kaganshi" neatly craved in black kanji.

Emia took a deep breath before opening the door wider.

"Here we go." she said almost in a whisper, and went inside, with Sonic following closely behind.

The gray hallway was wider than he thought. To the right were a two bikes: one a navy blue with black markings and the other was purple with white highlights. Sonic assumed the purple one was Emia's. On the left was a metal barred shoe rack. Shoes of different sizes were neatly organized. Emia took off her sneakers and placed them neatly at the bottom before nervously walking into the larger room. As he walked in, Sonic inhales the sweet smell of great cuisine.

The place was quite big for an appartment. The kitchen, the dining room and the lounge were in one big room. The walls were just like outside: creamy coloured. The TV was sitting on a glass top, with what looked like a DVD player and a game console on the lower shelf. A young man with black hair dyed with a blue fade was sitting on the floor watching it. The kitchen had a granite-like worktop with white cupboards, and the dining table was a large wooden table with a light grey cover, where an older man was sitting reading a paper. A woman had her back turned, focusing on the cooking behind him.

Emia exhaled.

"Aunt Kanae? I'm home."

The woman (whom Sonic assumed was Kanae) froze when she heard Emia's voice, and spun around to face her in disbelief, her side swept hair flying behind her. The man at the table looked up and the paper slipped from his grasp when he stood up. The younger man who was watching the TV turned and stared at the girl with band-aids on her face and scrapes on her knees with widened ocean eyes. Despite the fact that the attention was intended for him, Sonic felt awkward about the whole situation. Did Emia say something wrong? Was she going to get into trouble for staying at his home - the home of a complete stranger? But he was helping her, wasn't he? Surely they would understand that. Right?

Kanae's bright hazel eyes filled with sudden tears of joy and she immediately rushed over and pulled her niece into a tight, warm embrace. She kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. She couldn't stop kissing her.

"Oh, Emia! Thank goodness you're alright!" she whispered, still holding her. "We were so worried about you!"

Emia felt her own tears rising. She never meant to make her aunt worry so much. Then again, her mother would have acted the same way, so really the girl should not have been so surprised. The older man with onyx hair and gray rimmed glasses came over and placed his hand on Emia's shoulder.

"Uncle Miji."

"Welcome home, Emia." he said softly. "I'm so glad you're safe."

He gave her a small hug then pulled away.

"Please, promise you won't scare us like that again."

Emia nodded. "I won't. I'm sorry I worried you. My cellphone was broken and, well..."

"Emi! Lil' coz!"

The younger male with eyes as blue as the ocean hurried over to hug her.

"Rin!"

She hugged her older cousin tightly, clutching the back of his navy sweater. When she pulled away, Rin looked at the band-aids.

"Say, what happened to your face?" he asked. "Did you get beat up or something? And who's this guy?" - he pointed at Sonic - "He a friend of yours?"

Emia felt more nervous than she did before she entered the apartment. How was she going to explain herself? Her aunt would throw a fit if she found out her niece had been beaten up by thugs in an alleyway in a desolate street. And Sonic. How could she tell them that she spent the night at the home a man she just barely knew? She could feel that Sonic felt pressured too behind her. But she couldn't lie to her family. She didn't want to cause any more trouble for them. She exhaled and took a step back, turning towards the raven-haired ninja.

"This is Sonic. He was the one who saved my life last night and treated my injuries." she explained. "I was attacked by a group of men on my way home last night. They broke my cellphone and they hurt me real bad. Then Sonic here showed up and saved me from them. He took me into his home and took care of me for the night. And, um..."

She hesitated for a moment, but when she looked into his grey eyes, she smiled and kept going.

"If Sonic hadn't come and saved me, I...I don't think I would've survived. It's thanks to him that I was able to get home. Because of him..."- she took hold of the purple scarf around her neck - "...because of him, I'm alive."

All eyes were now on the man with onyx hair tied in a topknot and purple marks under his grey eyes. He swallowed nervously. Was this the part where he had to say something? He glanced at the supposed prompting look in Emia's eyes, but he wasn't really sure on what to do or say. He really didn't have any intentions to stay. All he wanted to do was take Emia home and go his own separate way and forget this never happened at all. However, for some reason, there was a part of him that told him otherwise.

Kanae walked closer towards him, her shining hazel eyes gazing into his face.

"So it was you?" she asked with a warm yet small smile. "Were you the one who saved her?"

Sonic didn't need to say much.

"Y...yeah."

Before he could do anything, Kanae pulled him into a quick embrace, catching him completely off guard. When she let him go, he saw the glittering tears in her eyes and her smile of gratitude. Much like Emia's.

"Thank you so much for helping my niece." she said, bowing politely. "I don't know how we can ever repay you for this!"

"Uh..." Sonic replied awkwardly. "It was nothing, really..."

"Nothing?" Emia piped up. "He was amazing! He took out three strongly built men without getting a scratch on himself! And he went so fast he was like a blur!"

"Well, it was only a couple of guys..." he tried to explain modestly.

"Why don't you stay with us for breakfast?" Kanae offered.

Sonic looked at her. "Huh? N-no, that's alright, you don't have to-"

"Please," Miji said, with a smile. "This is the least we can do to thank you for all you've done. You saved our niece. We could've lost her forever had it not been for you. Please, stay a while. It would mean so much."

"Come on, Sonic." Emia pleaded, clutching the sleeve of his jacket. "Please stay. We haven't had guests in ages."

"Yeah," Rin said with a grin and his hands behind his head. "The more the merrier!"

Sonic couldn't find the words to say. This family was freely offering their kindness to him all because he saved Emia's life. But did they not know who he was? What he had done to people like them? He wanted to leave, but at the same time he did not want to offend them. Feeling Emia's eyes on him did nothing to help relieve the pressure. Even so...

"I, uh..." he started hesitantly, looking down. "I don't...really deserve this kindness, but..."

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Kanae said cheerfully. "After all you have done for our sweet Emia, this is very least we can do. You're more than welcome here now. So please, by all means, stay with us. You must be hungry."

He felt his cheeks flush as he heard this, but when he felt Emia squeeze his hand and saw her cute little smile, he was somewhat instantly relieved.

'I suppose,' he thought, 'it would be best not to go home on an empty stomach.'

He finally gathered his courage and looked up at the patient family.

"Sure. Why not?" he answered with a smile. "It would be rude not accept your thanks. Besides, I haven't had a proper breakfast in a while, so I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Alright!" Emia cheered, then she turned to her cousin. "Hey, Rin! Let's get another plate out. We've got a special guest today!"

Chapter 2.4 - Breakfast

As he covered his hands in the sleeves of his black sweater, Sonic could not help but look around the place. He got a good look at the balcony's slider window from where he was sitting. The railing outside was covered a white blanket of snow and the clear view of the area outside was unbelievly beautiful. The sun spread its golden light over the buildings, snow, and the glittering morning dew.

The floor beneath his feet was a golden brown, and the kitchen worktop was neatly organized. Seasonings and spices were arranged in alphabetical order on a spice rack to the left of the stove where Kanae worked away. Sonic listened to the sound of eggs being cracked and beaten in a bowl with a fork, bacon sizzling in a pan and Kanae singing an unfamiliar song to herself. He closed his eyes and inhaled the heavenly aromas that surrounded him, trying to savour every last bit of it. He never would have experienced such pleasure in the Ninja Village. The food they had served him there had a smell that always made him grimace, and it always so bland. Bland, tastless stew. There were times where he had the temptation to throw his bowl across the room. Maybe for once, he'd be glad he left the damned place. He shook the memory away and tried to focus on something else. Next to him, Emia had noticed the involuntary shake of his head and the look on his face.

"Are you okay, Sonic?" she asked him, her dark wavy locks of hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head.

Within the next second after hearing her soft voice, he found himself locked in the gaze of her amethyst eyes. He didn't want her to worry, so he gave her a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm alright." he said. "I couldn't help but notice..."- he looked over his shoulder - "...you have such a nice place."

"Well, thanks." she said with a returning smile. "I'd love to show the rest of the house, but you've probably got other things to do after breakfast..."

"Don't worry, you can always show me another time." he replied.

Although he didn't initially think he was going to feel the need to come back here, now he was feeling quite the opposite. He was given such a welcome into this family dwelling, there was a part of him that felt that he belonged here, even if these people weren't his real family.

Emia gave a small smile when Kanae lay out two plates of food in front of them on the table.

"Here you go." she said with a kind smile. "Be careful. It's hot."

Sonic's face was positioned above the steam of the food. A golden omelette, two small fat sausages, three big cooked slices of tomatoes and green vegetation that looked like garnishing herbs. His mind whirled. He had never seen this sort of dish before. It smelled and looked so delicious, he was desperate to dig in.

He slowly took up the chopsticks provided for him and glanced at Emia. She was gleefully cutting through her omelette and lifted up a piece before her eyes met with his.

"This is the best." she simply said, before stuffing it into her mouth.

Sonic returned to his own food and carefully used his chopsticks to cut. He picked up the piece of omelette and held it close to his parted lips. Then he hesitated for a brief moment before finally putting it into his mouth. His teeth broke the piece of food, and the moment they did, he was instantly caught by surprise. He had never felt so much flavour explode on his tongue. He chewed it slowly, wanting to savour every taste. It was so...divine. When he swallowed, his fingertips felt his bottom lip.

"It's...this is amazing..." he said almost in a soft whisper.

Rin, who was sitting opposite him, chuckled as if he had overheard him.

"Nothing beats Mom's cooking. Especially when it comes to her..."chicken breast"."

He laughed as his mother flicked his arm with the back of her hand. Sonic rolled his eyes and kept eating the heavenly food. A smile spread across his face. He looked up at Kanae.

"I'm not kidding when I say this. This really is good, Mrs Kaganshi."

She gave a sweet, kind laugh.

"Please, you can call me Kanae. I'm glad you like it. It's the very least I can do. Also, I couldn't help but notice, Sonic, you eat like you've never had omelettes before."

"No, I have. It's just...we never had the luxury of good food where I came from."

"Where do you come from, Sonic?" she asked curiously.

"Mm, it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you another time."

The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Alright, if you insist."

"Hm?"

"Hey, I got a question!" Rin piped up. "What do you do for a living? Do you work as a hero?"

"Huh? Why would you-?"

"If you can kick a thug's butt then you have to be a hero, right?" he replied, censoring himself in front of his parents.

"Sonic's not a hero, Rin." his younger cousin sighed.

"Well, if he's not a hero, then what else does he work as then?"

"Uh, well, I did work as a bodyguard for a bit." Sonic said casually.

"A bodyguard?" Emia repeated when the word caught her attention.

"Yeah. In City F."

The girl's amethyst eyes lit up. "That's so cool! Who did you work for? Were they rich?"

Sonic plunged another piece of omelette and sausage into his mouth and swallowed.

"I worked for a man named Zeniru. He paid me pretty well, for a billionaire..."

"Woah!" Rin gasped in amazement. "You mean the Zeniru?! Of the Golden Turd?!"

"You...know him?"

"Everyone knows him! He's rich as heck! I heard it's super hard to get onto his radar. You must have been real impressive to even set foot into his penthouse!"

Sonic shrugged. "It wasn't that big of a deal. All I did was take out people trying to kill him and got paid nicely for it. That's all."

"You're so vague!" Emia complained, grabbing his arm and pushing it into his side.

"I am not!" he retorted, resisting the push. "I'm just sparing you the scary details."

"Yeah, which is the whole story!"

He smirked at her with a wink.

"I'm a ninja after all." he said in a quiet voice.

"Right, the ninja who does his 'thing' when he saves a girl's life." she replied.

He shrugged casually with his arms crossed. "I could start making you pay up."

"But we are paying you back!" she said, pretending to sound annoyed.

"Forget it!" he shot back, before displaying a playful smile and they started to laugh.

The rest of the meal was rather enjoyable. The moment Sonic realised his omelette was gone, he shyly asked for another one, to which Kanae laughed again, and he was gladly given another serving. The ninja also learnt that Rin was an experienced hacker and gadget inventor.

"Do you realise how much money you could be making right now?" he asked astonished. "You could easily get into Zeniru's radar with those skills!"

The young black haired male with howlite hair dye chuckled.

"I prefer to have a level of secrecy and discretion." he said in his best mysterious voice.

Emia rolled her eyes and whispered to Sonic, "He's just saying that to sound cool."

He also learnt about her uncle, whose full name was Mijiyo, worked as a professional doctor who used to work in a hospital owned by the Hero Association, but then chose to focus on the civilians.

"What made you quit working for the Association?" he asked.

"Well, as much as it is good to help those who help us, the lives of civilians are just as important." the bespectacled man replied. "Emia's younger brother, Zero, was one of the first people I saved who wasn't a hero."

That was Zero, of course, who had run off somewhere, as he often did early in the mornings, according to Kanae, and wasn't going to come back until late morning or early noon. More likely, by the time Sonic left, the boy would have returned oblivious to the events that occurred before he came back. Even Emia assumed that her brother probably felt bad for hurting her last night before she ran away and met Sonic, and Kanae enforced that fact because she confessed that she had told Zero what had happened after the phone conversation. The fact that everyone no longer saw any point in reasoning with Zero about his behavior was enough for Sonic to drown in his own curiosities.

'This kid...he's a strange one, by the sounds of it. I wonder what he's actually like. Maybe Emia could tell me more...'

But he decided that now was not the time and pushed his questioning thoughts about Zero aside. His awkward drinking of his juice only last a few seconds until Emia accidently made a joke about her brother being a tsundere, which resulted in orange juice spewing from his mouth when he tried to laugh, and everybody was laughing both at the joke and his little accident, except for Rin who got some of the juice in his face. Sonic had apologized for that, but couldn't help but laugh either. He felt good seeing Emia laugh, too. Behind all the band-aids and fading bruises on her face, her cuteness was shining through her smile. He didn't think he would see her this happy so quickly. It was as if she was never upset in the first place, but he figured that it was him spewing the juice that cracked her up.

After the meal, when Kanae started gathering the plates to wash up, Sonic quickly jumped to his feet and took charge.

"Please, allow me." he said, taking the plates from her. "Think of it as a thank you for the food."

Her hazel eyes gazed after him as Emia showed him where the washing soap was, and within seconds, the washing up basin was filled with soapy water, his sleeves were rolled up and he set to work.

'Well, for a man who worked for the rich as a bodyguard, he's rather charming.' she thought to herself with a smile as she wiped the table.

Emia was thinking of something similar. First he saved her life, comforted her when she needed it, brought her to his home and tended to her wounds. After all that, she didn't think there was any more he could do. It turned out she was wrong. There was so much about this ninja that she was yet to learn. Although she didn't know it yet, what she would soon discover about him would change her view and thoughts on what she thought ninjas were, and she would have to forget everything she thought she knew.

After everything was cleared up, Sonic put his jacket and his shoes back on and checked that he had everything before heading downstairs to the ground floor, followed by Emia and her family.

"Well, thank you for breakfast. I appreciate it." he said to them with a polite bow and smile. "I have to head out, but I hope I can come around again."

"Please, come around any time." Kanae said with a kind smile. "If you ever need anything at all, our door is always open. You're always welcome."

"Thank you."

"Sonic, wait."

Emia slowly approached him and held up the purple scarf he had given her last night to him. It was folded neatly in her hands.

"I don't know why," she said shyly, "but I keep feeling like I need to give this back to you."

He blinked at her for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. He simply took the scarf from her hand, unfolded it, shook it out, and and started to wrap it around her neck, just as he did last night.

"Don't feel like that, because you don't need to give it back." he said softly to her as he finished wrapping it around her. "It's yours now, Emia. Keep it."

"I...I can really keep this?" she asked.

"Of course." he replied with a sweet smile. "It suits you quite well. Besides, it's worth having something to remember me. Right, Kawaii Emi?"

Her cheeks flushed. 'Kawaii Emi'. She hadn't heard anyone call her that in a long time.

"Right..."

Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around Sonic, momentarily surprising, before he returned the hug.

"Thank you, Sonic." she whispered. "Thank you for everything."

"No problem." he said pulling away. "I was just doing my thing."

He gave her a wink, and she smiled.

"See ya around, little cutie."

They waved each other goodbye and Sonic went his way, leaving the apartment complex. Emia looked ahead after him as he walked away from her. There was that one part of her that wanted him to stay, the part that threatened to cause that pain in her chest. She almost let it take over before her aunt placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The gesture that told her 'You'll see him again soon.'

She smiled, and glanced over her shoulder at him once more before walking back upstairs.

Sonic stopped for a moment and looked back at the apartment. He got one more look at Emia's back as she walked back up the stairs, the scarf flowing behind her for a few seconds before she was completely out of his sight, and he continued to walk back to the hideout he called home. However, this time, as he walked into his home, it felt so big and empty, like it didn't just belong to him anymore. It felt like the place belonged to him and the girl who spent the night with him here. He had a burning temptation to stay with Emia and her family for a little bit longer, but pushed that thought aside.

He threw his jacket onto the floor and walked over to what was considered the window. Really, it was just a square gap, but at least Sonic was able to look out of it whenever he wanted to. The sill went halfway up his torso as he leaned on it, his arms crossed over each other, his hands holding each elbow. His grey eyes gazed at the sun surrounded by white, orange and golden colors. The winter breeze gently brushed against his face and flowed through the fibers of his sweater. His heart had a sense of longing, one he had never felt before. A sense of longing to see that little cutie.

South of the town center, in an apartment complex, on the fifth floor, Emia leaned on the balcony railing outside her warm home, her amethyst gaze beyond the view of her district. She already missed being with Sonic, even though it was only a few hours since he had left to return to his home. She didn't know why since they had only just met, but she wanted to see him again so badly.

She turned her head and looked north. North to where he was. North to the ninja who saved her life. The ninja who had already taken her heart with him.

[doeilovr]

《　a fool for you 》

ROCKCT AU

Pairing: Drummer Doyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Words: 1.8k words

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It wasn't your first concert - no. You've been to many, sitting in the audience countless times to admire whatever artist was pouring out his heart on stage. But this was different to the classical concerts you've been to in the past.

This was way out of your usual comfort zone. And funny enough you just now started wondering how your friend had even convinced you to come here in the first place.

Jaehyun was like a brother to you, he was your best friend, always supporting you and always spending his free time with you.

But unlike you he had other friends too, friends that had other interests. They were kind of the exact opposite from not only him but also you - or so you thought.

You held Jaehyun's hand tightly as he lead you through the crowd closer to the stage. Loud music was roaring in your ears, you fought the urge to hold your ears.

"They already started", Jaehyun shouted in your direction. "Just enjoy yourself, I'll be right back."

You stood right in front of the stage, the people around you cheering and shouting in excitement. The lights were still out, only a loud melody was heard.

Finally as the stage lights turned on you saw them - Jaehyun and his friends. Five guys that wore either a little too much leather or a little too few clothes for your taste.

You recognized Xiaojun, who was the second singer in the group next to Jaehyun. And you recognized Jungwoo, who Jaehyun hung out with very often and who was an absolute god on the bass.

Yuta, the guitarist was who most of your classmates - mostly girls - talked about. Actually, now you kind of understood their obsession.

And then there was the - wait did he look at you? Just when you thought your mind had played you a trick the drummer's eyes and yours met again.

You didn't know him at all, but he had black messy hair which hid his eyes a bit and what seemed like a smirk, playing on his lips.

He looked ridiculously good in his black jeans and white tank top.

You were intrigued, a strange feeling was building in the pit of your stomach and you quickly averted your gaze, looking at Jaehyun instead.

The concert went by fast, you could really feel the energy of all the boys and the lively crowd.

After the show as the regular music set in again and most of the people left, you still stood at the front of the stage, waiting for Jaehyun who went backstage to change.

You leaned against the stage, watching the people slowly making their way to the exit.

"You're a new face", a male voice spoke from behind. Almost startled you turned your head to find the drummer crouching down next to you on stage.

"It's not like I've seen your face before either", you shrugged, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. He let out an amused chuckle, silently watching you.

"True." His dark eyes were burning into you and you felt a bit trapped under his gaze. "Did someone force you to come here or was it your own decision?"

You chuckled, looking around the room, "No one forced me, but it's not my usual scene either." You smiled unconsciously, thinking back to the time Jaehyun asked you to come and see him and his band live.

"I wouldn't have guessed", he let out a deep chuckle. You turned your head to meet his eyes, letting out a sigh at his teasing comment.

"Kim Doyoung", a loud voice echoed through the room, making both of you turn your head.

Kim Doyoung.

Yuta walked over to the two of you, Jaehyun right next to him. "Did you enjoy the show", Yuta asked, smirking at you.

"Yes, I had a good time actually", you smiled, Jaehyun shooting you an 'I told you so' look.

Doyoung brushed his hair back, his eyes still lingering on you.

"Should we go out for drinks", Yuta excitedly suggested, throwing an arm around Jaehyun.

"Can't", Jaehyun countered, "I drove us here, so I'll drive us back", he added, grinning at you. You were glad to call Jaehyun your friend, since he always took care of you no matter what.

But nevertheless you felt like you were holding him back from having fun. "No, Jaehyun. You should go and hang out with everyone. It's fine, I'll take the bus."

Before Jaehyun could protest Doyoung spoke up next to you. "I'll take you home."

You looked at him, his piercing eyes quickly finding yours. Everyone around you seemed to stop talking, an awkward silence filling the room.

"Would that be okay?" Jaehyun put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "Sure", you nodded, feeling uneasy at the thought of Doyoung taking you home.

There was something dangerous about him, something that told you to stay away.

After a while you found yourself in front of the building, the others having already left. You were waiting for Doyoung who had to grab his bag from the backstage room.

You leaned against the wall just staring out into the night. A few drunk people passed by, girls you recognized from the concert earlier.

A group of boys walked up to you, you could barely make out their faces in the dark.

"You got cigarettes?" One of the boys pointed at you, clearly tipsy. You quickly shook your head, hoping they'd quickly leave you alone.

Of course they didn't and stepped even closer. "Wanna come with us", another one of the boys spat out with an evil smirk. "We could have some fun together."

You swallowed, "no I'm good. Now would you please excuse me I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You lied and you were pretty sure they noticed, you just sucked at lying.

The boys chuckled dangerously, one of them stepping even closer. You tried to back up more, but your back already hit the wall.

"That's very rude", the boy countered, visibly annoyed.

"Are they bothering you?" A familiar voice came from your right and you turned your head to watch no other than Kim Doyoung step out of the dark.

"Can I help you", one of the boys barked, now all the attention on Doyoung.

Doyoung chuckled, making you wonder what the hell he thought was so funny. "Yes, do me the favor and leave. Now", he hissed. You could tell it was a threat solely from the choice of his words. On the outside Doyoung looked as calm as ever.

"And who are you to tell me to piss off", the boy spat back. Doyoung walked past him and stopped next to you, his arm quickly finding its way over your shoulders.

"I'm her boyfriend."

You shot your head to the side, looking at Doyoung in confusion. You wondered if he had heard you mentioning that before?

The boys didn't argue any longer and walked away, Doyoung's staying close to you until they were really out of sight.

"Are you okay?" Doyoung's expression had changed, his eyes looked a lot bigger and sparklier than before, for a moment it even seemed like he was pouting. Or maybe that was just your imagination.

"What? Yeah, I'm okay", you mumbled, stepping away from him.

Maybe it was because you were still nervous about the encounter with these rude boys, but maybe it was also just because of Doyoung. Whatever this strange feeling that spread in your stomach was, it made your heart race and your mind go blank.

"Should I take you home now?" Doyoung took off his jacket, putting it around you instead. "It's cold", he mumbled, "you shouldn't get sick."

You felt torn between these two sides of Doyoung. Was he cold or caring?

Doyoung lead you to his car, which was parked right across the road - he even held the door open for you.

The whole ride you were quiet, not even daring to talk. You felt oddly nervous in Doyoung's presence, your heart was beating fast.

The car came to a halt in front of your dorm, both of you not moving in your seat. "Thanks", you turned your head to look at Doyoung once again, only to find him looking at you already.

"You know, I've actually seen you before", Doyoung explained, immediately having your attention. "I've been to one of your concerts. It was actually a coincidence, but I was glad I took the wrong turn that evening."

The corner of Doyoung's mouth slightly rose as he thought back to the time he first saw you. You were playing the piano on stage, a piece by Chopin.

And although he didn't even enjoy classical music it seemed like the most beautiful thing he had ever heard at that moment. Especially with you playing it.

"I didn't know who you were back then, but as I hung out with Jaehyun I unconsciously learned about you everyday", he explained, "you know, he just can't shut up about you."

You let out a chuckle - that was just so Jaehyun.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again. And I don't believe in fate, you know, but when I saw you tonight I doubted all my beliefs for a second."

You swallowed, eyes blankly staring in Doyoung's direction. "So?" You watched his smile slowly appear. "Are you telling me you suddenly believe in fate?"

Doyoung chuckled, as if he was amused by your question. "No, but I believe in coincidences, in seizing the opportunity. And I'd be a fool to not ask you to come and see us play again tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrows at him. Did he just ask you out? "Tomorrow", you repeated, "yes, id love to come."

"Good", Doyoung nodded with a soft smile, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"And maybe afterwards you can drive me home again", you suggested without thinking twice.

"I'd like that."

You looked at each other for another moment, before you finally snapped back to reality, waving goodbye to Doyoung and getting out of the car.

You watched Doyoung drive off, unable to hold back your smile. You felt like you were floating and you were already excited to see him again the next evening.

You didn't believe in fate either, but there was something about seeing Doyoung on stage, fully focused on playing the drums.

There was something about him falling for a stranger he saw from the distance one day and falling for the same stranger again some time later - that stranger being you.

There was something that made you almost believe in fate too.

And maybe it really was a coincidence, maybe it was even Jaehyun's work. But maybe, just maybe, there really was a little fate involved.

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a/n: check out the rest of the collab hosted by @johnsamericano :3 I'm super happy to be part of this collab! It's my first one too so it's even more exciting:)

[serenityseventeen]

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Fifth Letter

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To: Kwon Soonyoung

From: Y/N

Hello, Soonyoung.

It hasn't been long since we've known each other. I know that now, after the semester of Junior year ends, we won't be able to see each other. The only way I was able to see you was because we took a performing arts class together this semester. Next semester, after winter break, I'm taking music.

I want to tell you this but even now, during winter break, I'm still not sure. Maybe if we had more time to spend together, I would have the courage to talk to you and develop a better relationship with you. I'm not sure if you know, but I think I liked you. Or, I admired you at least.

Soonyoung, you may be the craziest boy I've ever seen in my life. When I took performing arts with you, you were timid at first, which I found cute. Now, you have no trouble talking to me at all. I realized that once you talk to a person once, you can talk to them a million times again. Thank you for talking with me.

You're cool. Whenever someone in the class feels discouraged because the teacher is being strict, you always remind them that it's fine and you nicely correct them. That happened to me too. I know that I'm probably not that good at dancing but because of your help, I could find the difference of very small details like which angle I'm facing, the angle of my hands, all that. You're sharp and concise when it comes to dancing and that makes you cool.

I appreciate you for helping me dance. I'm quite a hard worker so whenever I couldn't get something right, I would keep practicing. Everyone would be resting at the side when it was time to rest, but I couldn't rest unless I perfected a move. Thank you for always dancing with me. I know you're always tired after dancing but you manage to make it seem as if you're always full of energy and sometimes, you really are filled with energy.

I think the reason for falling for you was because of your personality and how you took care of everyone. You were a kind guy that wasn't afraid to stand up for other people. My heart especially fluttered when I saw you asking the teacher to stop yelling at the students for not getting the moves right. I like you a lot and respect you too, Soonyoung.

I also really liked how you danced. I still remember that first time our teacher put on some random music and asked us individually to freestyle. Almost everyone didn't know what to do so we just moved our bodies. I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete idiot while freestyling at first, right?

Well, compared to you, all of us seemed like complete noobs. The way you read the music and moved your body to the beat and rhythm of the song you heard for the first time was mesmerizing. Whenever I think about it, my jaw always drops. You were so cool and my heart was racing. Your hand movements were sharp and the amount of body control you had was truly amazing, Soonyoung.

That's the true reason why I wanted you to teach me to dance. That's the true reason why I asked you to watch my freestyle. I admired you so much, Soonyoung. I really respected you and your dancing. I felt so inspired by it.

I just know it, that day when I walked up to you in the classroom, fumbling with my hands, I must've looked like a complete weirdo, right? Since we didn't talk much, I didn't expect you to remember my name. I don't know if you saw me blushing, but I was.

“I have a request... Can you watch my freestyle?”

Your flustered expression was really cute. Your eyes widened a little and I think I saw your ears turn pink too. You went like “hm?”

When you watched my freestyle, I'm sure you were disgusted, but I'm thankful that you didn't walk say because it probably looked as if I had no potential to be a dancer (yes, this made me fall for you as well). You helped me learn to read beats and continued to tell me which parts of my freestyle were good. You taught me a lot of things regarding freestyle and quickly, I was able to find my style and improve overall as a dancer.

You also started recording me dance. I was shy at first, but I'm thankful you did it. I don't know if you still have the videos on your phone because we don't communicate outside of school, but I hope you don't have the ones when I was still beginning to freestyle!!! Gosh, it's like haunting me just thinking that you still have the videos!!!

I also want to thank you for this hehe... During the days when we were given free time to dance, talk, and practice, I saw you dancing to SHINEE. I want to thank you for that. I was just practicing my freestyle but then you invited me to learn a dance by SHINEE. When I first saw their dance, I was immediately hooked. You then taught me slowly, step by step, for the days when we had break time. Now I know so many SHINEE dances that I've begun learning to dance to different kpop songs in my room.

All this time, I've just been talking about how kind, caring, and cool you are because that's what I thought of you. You were so cool, Soonyoung. I admired you but I also know that I liked you. To me, you felt like a friend but at the same, it seemed like weren't close enough to be that. We were hovering in the middle of classmates and friends.

I'm pretty sure that you don't think of me the same way I think of you. To you, I'm probably like a pupil. We got along well though. I got to see your cool side through dancing and you also had a shy side too. When you finish performing your freestyle and realize everyone's looking at you in awe, you get so shy. I don't know but I find that so cute.

It was a bit of a pity that I only saw you once every few days a week. I wanted to see you more often and possibly, we could have been dancing buddies too. I've learned to love dance because of you. If only... Sadly, we aren't in the same classes this semester. I sort of predicted it.

The school is pretty big so seeing you isn't easy. Plus, aside from learning dances together and caring for each other as classmates, we didn't have anything special, did we? I mean, whenever you moved my arms while behind me, I'm pretty sure that I was the only one who had my heart racing. Seriously, you shouldn't do that to people! I don't think you're aware of how attractive you are, Soonyoung.

Each time you hover behind me and take my hands or stand behind me to help me adjust my arm's position, I always get flushed with butterflies. Like, you could do it from the front, but the back brings you so much closer to me that I get so flustered. Every. Single. Time.

You're close enough for me to smell your scent, hear your breath, and feel your breath on my neck. It's extremely ticklish too. Do you know that I like you!?

I find it to be a pity that we didn't have any classes together aside from the dance class. If we did, maybe we would have gotten a bit closer to each other. I don't only want romantic relationships that's not even my goal with you. I want to be your friend and dance buddy but we still aren't close enough for that, are we?

So, if I ever happen to bump into you again whether it's in the hallways or by pure coincidence, I don't think I'd be able to say something to you. Sorry, Soonyoung, I'm a coward. I'm constantly driven by the negative thoughts and the possibility that you don't think of me as a friend or dancing buddy but just someone who learned a dance from you. I'm still extremely grateful to you though and I won't care if your true intentions for teaching me were to train yourself. I still like you a lot even though I'm sure it'll fade.

To me, you don't seem like a bad person. You seemed to always be passionate and genuine about dancing. You're kind too. I liked you a lot because you were genuine, passionate, bright, and kind. You were cool, inspiring, and showed me so many new things.

I know this letter to you had mainly just been contaminated with me telling you how grateful I am toward you, but trust me, this is a love letter to you. I did like you. I liked you because you showed me new things and because of all your other qualities. I don't know, I'm a confusing fool.

In the end, we are probably just like strangers to each other, but that's okay. We only spent a semester together, meeting twice a week, so knowing you would have been equal to not enough time anyway. Because I'm sure you probably don't like me the same way I like you, I can rest assured in my head that this letter would just make you proud of yourself. Of course, you should be proud of yourself.

I'm glad that I met you even if it was just for a little while.

Time is seemingly hating me but I can end this letter off with a smile.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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© serenityseventeen

6/20/21 - 7:10 pm

a/n: I'm going to post this love & letter series to my Wattpad as a separate book instead of in my seventeen imagines book. + I went down day6 memory lane and started listening to their songs again... I love them so much too + I'm excited for even of day comeback!!!

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Your Heart on Your Sleeve & A Knife in Your Back

Shindou Yo x Reader

Words: 7,229

Summary: When the two of you were young, you made a promise to each other that the two of you would be the greatest hero duo the world had ever seen. You would be the Pro Heroes Heat Wave and Grand, the best partners in the industry! And you weren’t going to let something as simple as going to different hero schools get in the way of your promise to your best friend. Before one can become a Pro Hero, however, they must receive their Provisional License. And really, since you’re so eager to talk to him about your classmates, can you blame him for using that information to his advantage? The answer, of course, is yes.

A/N: This was written as a Secret Santa present for a friend! It’s sort of a Christmas fic but since I don’t think I mentioned Christmas anywhere take it as a late generic holiday fic! Enjoy!

“I got in!” you shouted into the phone, prompting your dad to shout for you to lower your voice from downstairs. You called out an apology, gently setting down the hologram disc that came with your acceptance letter. The video had been paused near the end, and the smile on All Might’s frozen face paled in comparison to the beaming grin etched onto yours.

Instead of the excited encouragement you expected in response, you were met with silence. You waited, before hesitantly asking, “Shindou? You there?”

“...Yeah. Um, you got in where, exactly?” Shindou asked.

“Oh, yeah. I got into UA! They said I'm in class 1-A!” you exclaimed. You giggled excitedly, doing a small little dance. If Shindou were in the room with you he'd no doubt comment about how silly you looked, but you wouldn't care a bit. This was everything you dreamed of, and you felt like you were on top of the world right now.

“That's great, Y/N,” Shindou said, very clearly not as excited as you were. “So I guess that means you're not coming to Ketsubutsu, huh?”

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, guess not. I mean, I really would love to go to school with you, but Ketsubutsu is so far, and—“

“UA is your dream school, I get it! You don't have to make any excuses; if I were in your situation I'd choose UA too,” Shindou laughed. “Just don't get it in your head that this makes you better than me, alright? I may not be your senpai anymore, but I still have a year of experience on you.”

“If you say so,” you giggled. “Just get ready, I'll catch up with you before you know it. We gotta be on the same level when we team up, you know?”

Shindou chuckled. “True, true. I'll put in a good word for you with Yoroi Musha then. We’ll be able to get used to working together if he extends an internship offer to you.”

“Pfft, you won't need to! He'll be so blown away when he sees me at the Sports Festival this year, he’ll be begging to have me join,” you claim. Sure, you may have been exaggerating a bit there. After all, having the Number 8 Pro Hero as a mentor would be a very big deal. But you were confident in your skills, and Shindou made it sound so wonderful whenever he told you of his experiences working with the hero. You remember celebrating the night Shindou told you he'd been offered an internship at his agency, and you were still proud of him. He wasn't at the agency anymore, but was extended an offer to return once he'd gotten his provisional license.

“There you go again,” Shindou jokingly chided. “And they wonder why I worry about their ego...”

“Oh, because you're one to talk, right?” you joked back. You heard your dad call for you, and stopped laughing to let out a sigh. “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll call back soon, alright?”

“Yeah, talk to you later then. Bye.”

“Bye!” you said, quickly hanging up. You pocketed your phone and moved to exit your room when you caught sight of your acceptance letter. You squealed in excitement. You were gonna be a hero!

You entered Shindou’s apartment, giving a brief bow to Shindou’s mother on your way in. “Thank you for having me over on such short notice!” you thanked her.

She waved it off with a smile. “It's no problem, Y/N,” she said. “You're always welcome here! Besides, after what your class just went through we would've invited you over anyway!” Her eyes narrowed mischievously, and she leaned in and lowered her voice before continuing, “I know he's bad at showing how he really feels, but Yo’s been worried sick ever since the news broke. So I'm sure he'll be more than happy to see you here.”

You flushed at this, nodding in response and laughing nervously. “Haha, well, I guess I'll go see him now then!” You waved goodbye before rushing off in the direction of Shindou’s room. Once outside, you knocked a few times before placing your hand on the doorknob. “Shindou? It's me, Y/N. Can I come in?” you asked. You were met with complete silence. Your furrowed your eyebrows. “Shindou?” You placed your ear to the door, trying to listen for any movement on the other side. Nothing. Concern bubbled within you, and worst-case scenarios ran through your mind. Was your school the only one targeted today? Maybe someone had attacked Shindou without his family noticing. Trying not to panic, you called him once more. When no response came, you announced, “I’m coming in,” before twisting the doorknob and opening the door.

Quickly surveying the room for anything wrong, you sighed in relief at the sight of Shindou asleep in his bed, headphones covering his ears. Once the concern left you, you rolled your eyes in amusement. “Worried sick, huh?” you muttered, shaking your head and making your way over to stand at the side of his bed. Without warning, you flopped onto the bed next to him, throwing your weight into your fall. The mattress springs squeaked in resistance and Shindou was sent a few inches into the air, startling him awake. He ripped his headphones off and raised his hands into fists, seemingly ready for a fight before his eyes landed on you, casually lying in his bed with a devious smirk on your face.

His wide eyes blinked in confusion, and he reached up to rub at them before asking, “Y/N?”

You finally laughed at the confused look on his face. “Hey, Shindou. How was school today?”

At the mention of school, he was wide awake. The look on his face turned serious, and he gave you a slight glare. “I should be the one asking you that! A villain attack?!” He looked you up and down, concern etched into his features. “Are you hurt?”

Your smile turned soft, and you placed your hands on his shoulders. “Look, I’m fine! See? Not a scratch on me!” Except for the one on my back, you thought, but he didn't need to know about that. “As if I’d let some lowlife villain get the best of me!” you scoffed. “Besides, they really didn't know what they were doing with the whole attack. They basically made it easier for us all to fight back.”

Shindou raised an eyebrow, intrigued, yet still concerned. “They did? How?”

You giggled, finding humor in the convenience of the situation. “Okay, I probably shouldn't be laughing because I got really lucky they messed up the way they did, but it's just so perfect! We were at a training facility specifically for rescue training, so there were different zones for different types of disasters. And when the villains first showed up, they had their warper villain separate us into the different zones so they could pick us off individually, and—“

“So they were trying to kill you guys?!” Shindou asked, alarmed.

You sighed, frustrated at the interruption. “Yeah, they were. Anyway,” you continued, ignoring the growing concern in Shindou’s face, “we were all sent to the different disaster zones randomly. And, get this,” you giggled, pausing for dramatic effect, “they sent me to the fire zone.”

Shindou blinked, processing your statement before a bemused grin formed. “They didn't!”

“They did!” you cackled. The two of you laughed together for a few moments, with you hugging your sides. You wiped a tear from your eye, proceeding with your explanation of the day’s events. “Yeah, Ojiro and I took care of those assholes in no time.”

“Ojiro?” Shindou asked.

“Oh yeah, I haven't told you about any of my classmates yet. Ojiro’s got this really cool tail Quirk, and he's insane at martial arts!” You mimed some of the moves you’d seen your classmate perform earlier in the day, a large grin on your face. “With me practically giving them heatstroke and him kicking them into the concrete, they hardly stood a chance against us!” You smiled and leaned back in the bed, hands behind your head as you smiled at the ceiling. “I wasn't the only one who got a convenient placement, either. One of my classmates, Tsuyu, has a frog mutation Quirk. One of the many, many things she can do with her Quirk is swim fast.”

“Oh, let me guess,” Shindou cut in. “Flood zone?”

“Close,” you responded. “Shipwreck.”

Shindou snapped his fingers, muttering, “Damn.” He turned to face you, a small smile on his face. “You really did get lucky today, huh? You're sure you're alright?”

You nodded, returning his smile. “I promise, I'm perfectly fine. Other than this one kid with a really self-destructive Quirk and two of our teachers, nobody got seriously hurt. And those three are gonna be just fine, last I heard.” You let out a dreamy sigh. “Aside from, you know, the threat of death and all, it was cool seeing everyone’s Quirks in action. My classmates are all really cool.”

If you hadn't been staring at the ceiling, you might've noticed a certain glint in Shindou’s eyes. Having known him all your life, you would've immediately recognized the look as one he gets when scheming to himself. However, as you were looking away, he was met with no confrontation as a sly grin formed on his face. “Yeah,” he said. “They do sound pretty cool. Why don't you tell me more about them?”

You laid face down in your bed, unable to face the shame of meeting your friend’s gaze. Such a defeat had been humiliating, broadcast for the whole nation to see your failure. I can never go outside again, you thought. My entire career, down the drain. It was fun while it lasted. You'd survived an attack by villains, but this? This was your downfall.

“Y/N,” groaned Shindou, tired of your dramatics. “You got third place. That's good. What are you so embarrassed about?”

You lifted your head off your pillow to sent him a scathing glare. He rolled his eyes, not at all intimidated. “It wasn't good enough! I only got to the tournament round because Ojiro dropped out, and then I couldn't even last a minute against Todoroki! Me! Losing to the kid with the ice quirk!” You flopped your head back down, heaving another loud sigh into the pillow. “Who’d want to take me on as an intern after that mess I made out there...?” Your voice, muffled by the pillow, barely reached Shindou.

“Well, Yoroi Musha, for one,” Shindou muttered, rolling his eyes before letting out a laugh at the way your head jerked up in surprise.

“Wait, for real?!”

Shindou nodded. “You haven't gotten the offers yet, but he said he was impressed by your performance and thinks you'd be a good fit at the agency. Because, you know, you got third place and did a really good job, Y/N.” He watched as you processed those, waiting for the excited laughter that normally came when you received good news. This was a big deal, after all, and a great opportunity for your career. The laughter never came, however, as he saw you blink in confusion, your eyebrows furrowing. He sighed, realizing the issue. You still weren't satisfied with your performance, and you didn't understand why a high-ranking hero was impressed. Shaking his head, he moved to sit next to you on your bed, forcing you to roll into your back to make room for him. Lightly nudging your shoulder, he got your attention, asking, “Look, let's talk about what happened today. Maybe it'll get you to understand how well you actually did. Forget the second round and start with the first tournament match. Who were you up against?”

You sighed, grabbing your pillow and covering your face with it. “You watched the whole thing, you already know—“

“We’re talking each other through it,” he cut you off, ripping your pillow away. “Now, who did you fight?”

You let out a frustrated groan. “Fine. Kaminari Denki. My classmate.”

Shindou nodded. “Quirk?”

“Electricity.”

“And how did you beat him?”

“Kept my distance, since he’s better at short-range combat. Used my Quirk to make the air around us hotter, exhausting him faster and increasing the air’s resistance to electric current, making his attacks slower. I just waited for him to short out at that point,” you recited. You sighed once you finished. “Okay yeah, I did okay in that fight, but what about—?”

“Patience,” Shindou gently said, ruffling your hair as he cut you off yet again. Ignoring your pointed glare and avoiding your hand swatting his away, he nodded. “Next round. Who’d you fight?”

“Iida Tenya. Engine Quirk. I caused his engines to overheat,” you said, covering the questions you knew he'd ask before he got to them. “Harder to target him because he moved too fast, and he nearly got me out of the ring at one point.”

Shindou nodded. “Good, good.” He smiled down at me. “Now, the last round.”

You sighed, turning on your side away from him as your face flushed in embarrassment. “Do we really need to go over this one? It was embarrassing enough living through it.”

Shindou gripped your shoulder, rolling you back and laughing when he saw the pout on your face. “Yes, we do. It's important to understand your failures and learn from them. Can't be a good hero if you don't do that.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “...Fine. Todoroki Shouto. Half-hot, half-cold. I've only ever seen him use his fire against Midoriya, though.” You paused, frown deepening on your face.

Shindou poked your cheek at the corner of your frown, a smirk on his face. “Go on,” he teased.

“When the round started he sent ice to capture me like he did for everyone else. I used my Quirk to melt the ice, but I didn't evaporate it because the steam would have blocked my vision.”

“So the water was still on the floor of the ring?” Shindou asked.

“Yeah. I tried to get closer to him, since he seems like he prefers long-range attacks. Plus if he used his fire, I could've turned that against him. He didn't. And he kept avoiding me while I tried to close the distance until we basically circled the stage.”

“And,” Shindou added, “while this was happening you weren't focused on where you were standing.”

You shook your head. “Nope, just focused on getting closer to him.”

“So when you circled the stage—“

“I ended up back where I started,” you ground out between clenched teeth, “right where the puddle was from the ice I melted.”

“And the puddle?”

“Frozen over.”

“So,” Shindou continued, covering his mouth to try and stifle a laugh. “When you stepped on the ice?”

You sighed, sending him a pointed glare at his poor attempt to hide his laughter. “I fell on my ass, and Todoroki knocked me off the stage with more ice.”

Shindou snorted at the memory. He took in a breath, trying not to laugh too much when you were still embarrassed over the whole situation. “Now, if you had to do something different during that fight, what would you have done?”

You thought for a moment, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “Well,” you started, “I’d definitely get rid of that puddle, for one.” You continued to think, nodding to yourself. “I could try to do what Midoriya did and wait for him to overuse his ice, instead of chasing him around like I did. He'd either wear himself out from the cold or he'd use his fire, which I could turn against him.” You smiled, proud of yourself for your plan, before the smile dropped and you slammed your face into the pillow again. “Ugh, why didn't I just do that?!”

Shindou rubbed your back soothingly, a slight smirk on his face. “It's alright Y/N,” he said. “Now you know better, and you can probably beat him next time you go against him.”

You lifted your head, and his smirk vanished and was replaced with a smile. You sent him a soft smile, saying, “Thank you, Shindou. This was actually helpful. Think we can do this more often?”

He reached up to ruffle your hair, briefly blocking your view of his face as the smirk returned. “Of course! If you ever wanna go over a training exercise or something else you guys did in class, feel free to reach out.”

You sat up fully and leaned over to pull Shindou into a hug. You buried your face into his shoulder. Shindou blinked in surprise, his smirk dropping, but immediately returned the hug. For a brief moment, he felt a twinge of guilt, and considered telling you his real intentions. He shook his head, dismissing the thought and pulling you closer. They’ll understand eventually, he reasoned to himself.

Over the next couple of months, you'd taken Shindou up on his offer multiple times. After eventful Heroics classes, sparring sessions, or days where you just trained your Quirk, you'd call Shindou or visit his place to talk yourself through the experience. You'd go over the matches you'd win, detailing what strategies you'd used so you could understand which worked and which didn't. You extensively covered the matches you'd lost, analyzing together what your opponents did that got the best of you. Shindou would occasionally interject with his own ideas of how you could have utilized your Quirk, but for the most part he guided you to talk on your own.

When the time came to do your internship, you'd decided to join Yoroi Musha, who—just as Shindou had told you—extended you an offer to join him at his agency. Unfortunately, Shindou’s internship would occur in a different week, so the two of you did not get the chance to work together. Regardless, he continued to encourage you via text when you were free. Your regular analysis was put on a temporary halt, as you were getting plenty of feedback on your performance from your new mentor. Shindou, interestingly enough, did not reach out and offer to begin the conversation as much during this week, even though he was normally very enthusiastic in doing so. You shrugged this off, not seeing this as very unusual. After all, end of term exams had been approaching, and he was probably busy studying. This was a relatively new arrangement, after all.

When your end of term exams passed, however, his enthusiasm returned full force. He insisted you analyze the practical portion of the exam with very close attention to detail.

“After all,” he suggested, “it's not every day you get to fight against a Pro Hero.”

Finding no fault in his logic, you agreed. Interestingly enough, the direction he took when guiding your analysis wasn't what you expected. Rather than focus on the strategies you used against Midnight, Shindou had you focus on how well you worked with your teammate, and how you utilized both of your Quirks to your advantage. It all made sense why, however, after hearing him explain that in the field you'd likely find yourself having to improvise with a partner you haven't worked with before.

“But aren't we going to be partners?” you interjected, eyebrow raised as you teased him.

“Yeah, of course,” he nonchalantly responded. “But there might be times when we get separated for whatever reasons. You gotta learn to work with other people, you know?”

And after detailing how you were able to work together with Sero to win the match, that was the last analysis discussion the two of you would have. You told him about how your class would be going on a forest lodge trip during the summer, so you wouldn't be able to visit until you got back. He pouted when you told him, making you promise you'd visit as soon as you got back.

You giggled, pulling him in for a hug. “Of course!” You leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek, laughing as he blushed. “I know you'll get lonely without me, so I promise not to leave you alone for too long!” Shindou shook his head, muttering under his breath about you being embarrassing, but returned the hug. So you left, with the promise of a swift return and the sharing of any cool stories that happened over the summer.

And then the training camp was attacked. And your classmate was kidnapped. And you, without hesitation, joined your classmates in the rescue attempt. And though your rescue was successful, and you escaped without serious injury, and the villain that leveled the ward, leaving little behind was defeated—

It was all too much. You needed to get away, even if only briefly.

While the teachers made their rounds informing parents of the new dorms on campus, you made your way to Shindou’s apartment. Giving his mother the usual polite greeting, you were startled at her suddenly pulling you into a hug.

“We were so happy,” she said, voice wavering as she held back tears, “to hear that you were safe, Y/N.” She pulled away and wiped at her eyes, a soft smile on her face. “Yo is in his room. I know you came here to see him and not deal with me crying, so go on ahead.” She shooed you off in the direction of Shindou’s room, so you left her alone. You made your way to his room to see the door cracked open. You were about to announce your presence and walk in, when you heard another voice in the room.

“Wow, you got all that from one person?” The voice was male and was clearly coming from a phone speaker. You stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his phone call, so you stood outside the door and waited for his to finish.

“Yeah, I have a friend in class 1-A over there, and they’ve told me a bunch about their classmates and their Quirks,” you heard Shindou say. “Strengths, weaknesses, fighting styles. All of it.”

“Wow! For real?” exclaimed the voice on the other end. “Are they trying to set up their class to fail or something?”

Shindou laughed in response. “Nah, I don't think they know that the license exam is a competition yet. We've been having these conversations so they can ‘improve their strategy’ when fighting. Which, to be fair,” he said, oh so casually like he wasn't breaking your trust and heart with every word, “we technically are. That's just...not the whole reason, is all.”

A moment of silence from the person on the other end, and you swear you could heart your heart pounding in your ears as the weight of how you'd been betrayed settled on you. The license exam? That’s why he'd been helping you? While you thought you were bonding with someone you'd known your whole life, he was gathering info to use against your class in an exam. To become a hero.

“...Huh. Your friend sounds kinda gullible,” the person on the other end, who you could only guess was one of Shindou’s classmates, finally responded. You scoffed quietly, shaking your head. Gullible. Because it was so wrong to trust that kind of info with someone you shared everything with? With someone who promised you to always be at your side and support you?

At Shindou’s laugh and the response of, “Maybe,” you'd decided you'd heard enough. You stood in front of the door, taking in a deep breath. You wiped at the tears in your eyes, swallowed down the burning pain in your throat, and hesitantly knocked at the door. Silence on the other side. “...Hey, I'll call you back later, okay?” you heard Shindou say into the phone. He must have turned off the speaker, as you heard no response before footsteps made their way to the door, which slowly opened to reveal Shindou on the other side.

Once he saw you, his eyes widened and he immediately pulled you into a tight hug. “Y/N,” he muttered, bringing his hand up to rest on the back of your head. “You’re okay...” Feeling the burning pain in your throat return, you resisted the urge to shove him away and yell at him over everything you'd overheard. Instead, you hesitantly raised your arms and returned the hug, embracing the warm feeling and trying to gain some sense of comfort in it. You didn't find much.

He eventually pulled away, frowning down at you as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “We were already worried enough when we heard your camp got attacked, but you had to go off and pull some stupid stunt that nearly got yourself killed again?” At your confused look, Shindou’s gaze narrowed on you. “Your dad called my mom. We know about how you and some classmates of yours rescued that Bakugou kid.” He let out a shaky sigh, his grip on your shoulders tightening. He closed his eyes tightly. “Just...don't do something that reckless again.” His eyes opened, and he gave you a small smile. “I can't be part of the best hero duo if my partner goes and gets themself killed, right?”

Still hurt over both his betrayal and how he had the nerve to act concerned about you after just bragging about how he tricked you, it took a bit of effort to put on a convincing smile. You knew, with how long the two of you had known each other, that it wouldn't be enough to convince him, so you pulled him into another hug so he wouldn't have to see it. “I’m fine. I promise I won't do anything like that again. You don't need to worry...”

He pulled away, giving a quick ruffle to your hair before he reached down to grab a bag on the floor, slinging it over his shoulder. “Good. Listen, as much as I’d love to stay, you kinda caught me at a bad time. I have to get back to the agency—my internship actually starts today!” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, and you did your best not to let the fluttering feeling in your chest make you forget what he did to you. “I’ll see ya soon, Y/N!” He waved and jogged over to leave his apartment after saying goodbye to his mother.

You let out a shaky breath once he was gone, the tension of holding in your emotion almost overwhelming. You wanted nothing more at that moment than to go home and have a nice cry session in your room, curtains drawn, with your favorite music playing at full volume. Before you could make your way to the exit, however, you were stopped by a call from Shindou’s mother.

“Oh wait, Y/N, before you go!” She stood in front of you, a DVD case in her hand. “I just found out the other day that Yo never let you see what happened in his school’s Sports Festival!”

Your eyes zeroed in on the blank DVD case, wide in surprise. “Huh. He never even told me that they had one....” Which, now that you thought about it, seemed silly. Every school had a Sports Festival. Especially every hero school. And while most weren't broadcasted, like UA’s and Shiketsu’s were, they would certainly record events for parents to view, right?

Shindou’s mother rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Honestly, I can't imagine why not. He did excellently this year! Sure, there were a few moments he was embarrassed about, but we all watched your performance!” She handed you the DVD case. “Here, we had a spare copy, so I think you should have this one. Enjoy!” She hugged you before sending you on your way, making sure to call out a “Stay safe!” before you closed the door.

Standing outside the apartment, you stared down at the DVD case in your hands. On the disc, you'd be able to watch Shindou and his classmates’ Quirks in action. See how they fight, how they strategize, how they act. Every bit of information Shindou coerced from you, you would be able to watch. And his mother had handed it over with a smile on her face.

A grin developed, and you snickered to yourself. This? This would even the odds. You pulled out your phone, pressing on Midoriya’s contact before typing out a text. ‘Hey, you like analyzing Quirks, right? I have something you might be interested in watching...’

A manic grin was on your face as you dodged a ball thrown by a Ketsubutsu student. Your plan was working perfectly. Your classmates had been thoroughly informed of the Quirks and fighting styles of Ketsubutsu’s class 2-2. While you'd all been caught slightly off guard at how most of the examinees immediately targeted your class, you very quickly recovered and fought back.

You had to suppress a cackle when you saw Tokoyami strike at Nakagame, who quickly collapsed her torso into herself using her Quirk to dodge, only to be struck by Ojiro while her vision was obscured. Midoriya was spot on with his analysis, and your classmates had clearly paid close attention. For every strike they made, your class countered with peak efficiency. Even as Shindou’s Quirk scattered the class, they had prepared beforehand for this scenario and were not too shaken by the attack.

You hit the third target on a Ketsubutsu student, laughing all the while. “One down, one to go!” you cheered, quickly scanning the area to see if any other examinees were nearby. Upon spotting a familiar mess of brown hair out of the corner of your eye, you quickly spun to face Shindou, who was looking at you from a distance away. You got in a stance, ready to fight against him if he attacked. Shindou’s eyes narrowed, glancing between you and his classmate who you'd just defeated. His mouth settled into a frown, and he turned and ran to another area of the stadium.

You'd wanted to smirk at him, taunt him for being outsmarted by your class, but you instead found yourself mirroring his expression and his silence. You'd gotten him back after he tricked you; you should have been happy, right? Proud of yourself? Despite reasoning this to yourself, however, a growing weight filled the void your pride left.

You shook your head, breaking yourself from your thoughts. You didn't have time to think about how seeing Shindou had made you feel. You had one more student to eliminate. You could focus on him later.

Your name was there. On the list, plain as day for all to read. You'd gotten your license, and all your hard work, all the late-night analysis with Midoriya, all the heartache you'd felt over Shindou’s betrayal was worth it.

Your eyes drifted slightly, and you spotted “Shindou Yo” somewhere else on the list. You supposed all of Shindou’s preparation paid off for him, too.

After obtaining your license, you followed the rest of your class to the bus to return to the dorms. Before boarding, you caught sight of Shindou again. He was speaking to Nakagame, you noticed you and gave an awkward smile and wave. Shindou turned to see who she was waving at, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You two stared each other down for a brief moment, before you broke the tension by turning to board the bus.

The weight in your chest felt heavier now.

The weight of the many presents you carried in your arms was only slightly heavier than the dread settling in your gut. Unwilling to admit to the tensions between you and Shindou, you couldn't come up with a plausible excuse to break the tradition your families had held for many years. Based on the warm greeting Shindou’s parents gave you when they finally answered the door, you assumed that Shindou hadn't told his parents either. You stepped inside and let the warm air rush over you, bringing feeling back into your numb fingertips and increasing the unnerving feeling in you.

“Shindou, don't be rude! Help Y/N out with those presents! Poor thing looks like they’re about to drop them,” Shindou’s mom scolded him, drawing your attention to where he'd been standing in the far corner of the room, partially obscured by the Christmas tree. You saw his mouth settle into a firm line; not quite a frown, but definitely showing discomfort. He pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against and made his way over to you. As he held out his hands to you, you stared at him dumbfoundedly. Here he was, standing in front of you after months of not speaking to each other, and he doesn't even say hello.

You were broken out of your thoughts by him clearing his throat. “You gonna hand them over, or...?” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow. You startled a bit, nearly dropping a present or two with how quickly you shoved the pile into his arms. As you saw him struggle to keep the pile balanced, you flushed in embarrassment and walked away, moving over to where your parents were engaged in a jovial conversation with Shindou’s.

Shindou’s mom saw you and smiled, holding out two steaming mugs of hot chocolate to you. “Just in time! I made these just the way you two like them. Oh, careful!” she warned, handing them over to you. “They're still pretty hot. Well, not that that would be an issue for you, but still...Anyway, why don't the two of you catch up on your own? We haven't seen you in a while, so I'm sure you have a lot to talk about!”

The cheer in her smile was something you couldn't help but smile and nod in return at, taking the mugs from her with a soft “Thanks,” and making your way over to the couch by the tree, where Shindou was sitting.

His eyes followed you the whole way over, not looking away as you approached. You, on the other hand, struggled to meet his eyes as you handed his mug to him. He accepted it, giving you a small nod before taking a sip. You stood where you were, bringing the cup to your lips to take a sip when you noticed his raised eyebrow. You returned it, asking, “What?” He tilted his head to the side, gesturing to the empty seat on the couch next to him. You blinked. An “oh” left your lips, and you slowly moved to sit in the small space next to him on the couch.

As you settled into your spot, you tried leaving a small amount of space between you two, though your knee still brushed against his. You spared a glance over at Shindou, only to see him staring intently at the mug in his hands. A small sigh left your lips, and you raised your mug to take a sip. The scalding feeling on your tongue, while not capable of actually hurting you, was a comfortable distraction from the awkward situation you found yourself in. For a few moments, the two of you sat in silence, with the only sounds heard being the distant chatter of your parents and the low hum of the heater. It was awkward, yes, but neither of you had mentioned the obvious source of tension yet. Maybe, you thought, today wouldn't be too unbearable.

“So, Y/N...” Shindou began, breaking the silence and shattering all your hopes of the evening being salvaged. “I think we both know exactly how my classmates got their info on yours...”

You snorted, lifting the mug to your lips. “Yeah, I know.” You took a long sip, hoping the burning feeling traveling down your throat might push down the angry words that wanted to come out. “Something about a ‘gullible friend in 1-A who doesn't realize this is all a competition’, right?” It didn't help much.

For a moment you thought you saw him cringe, and you heard a mutter along the lines of “...didn’t think you’d hear that...” before seeing him shake his head. “Anyway, I wanted to know how your class seemed so ready for the exam. You all were so coordinated with your attacks, like you knew our Quirks and strategies beforehand.”

You hummed, before raising an eyebrow and shooting him a smirk. “You know, I don't really think I owe you an explanation after what you did.”

Shindou visibly deflated, letting out a sigh and nodding. “Yeah, that's fair.”

You nodded with him. “But!” you began, a grin forming when you saw him perk up. “You probably know better than anyone how much I love bragging whenever I beat you at your own game.” Shindou pulled a face somewhere between a grimace and a smile, seemingly happy he'd get his answer yet embarrassed at the reminder of how thoroughly his plan failed. “Remember that day I dropped by after the Kamino Ward attack, and you headed off to your internship?” At his nod, your grin turned devious. “Well, your mother oh so graciously offered to let me watch the footage from your school’s Sports Festival this year. She gave me a spare DVD.”

His eyes widened comically, glancing over to where his parents were, causing you to cackle. “Seriously?” he asked. “That's all it took? We couldn't even get that much info from your Sports Festival, that's why we came up with that whole scheme in the first place!”

You nodded. “True, but I guess you all don't have a strategist like Midoriya in your class.”

Shindou raised an eyebrow. “The bone-breaking kid?”

You waved a hand. “He doesn't do that anymore. At least, not that often...but that's beside the point. I texted him about the DVD, let him borrow it, and he came up with plans to counter your classmates in the exam.”

Shindou blinked, processing your words. “Wow,” he started. He blinked a few more times before taking a sip from his mug. “That was pretty smart, I guess. He even planned for Makabe and Tokegi’s joint attack, and they've been working on that since the first year!”

You gave a confused hum, not quite sure who he was referring to before it hit you. “Oh! The ones with the boomerang and hardening Quirks, right?” At his nod, you grinned at the opportunity to ramble about strategy. “Well, the boomerang Quirk is kinda similar to Snipe-sensei’s, and we’ve had experience dodging his Quirk before. Also, while the hardening Quirk isn't exactly like my classmate Kirishima’s, it seemed like the hardness was similar enough. And since Ashido accidentally burned Kirishima once in a training accident even though he was using his Quirk, we figured if her acid was corrosive enough it could get past your classmate’s Quirk easily enough.” You paused your take a breath, devious grin widening further. “You all didn't take the corrosiveness into account because she kept it pretty low for the Sports Festival, and when you fished information from me about her I didn't know how corrosive it could be. We were pretty lucky on that part, but I still think we could've done just as well even if you had known.”

Shindou nodded. “You're right, then. You really did beat me at my own game.” He smiled at you and lightly nudged you with his elbow. “Not bad, Y/N.”

You smiled back, before the burning feeling in your chest returned with full force. Your smile dropped, and you turned away from him again. “Yeah, well, me outsmarting you after you tricked me doesn't exactly mean what you did was okay.” You clenched the mug tightly in your grip, bringing it close to your chest. The hot chocolate had gone cold during your conversation, and you stared down into it while trying to ignore the stinging tears in your eyes. “You said we’d be heroes together. Partners. What kind of hero sabotages their partner?”

Shindou’s eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled for what to say. “Y/N, I didn't...I mean, I wasn't trying to—“ he stammered, before you cut him off.

“But you did,” you cut him off. The mug trembled in your hands as you accidentally used your quirk, and steam began rising from it again. “You took my trust and used it against me and my classmates. And for what? There were so many other schools there you could've gone after. Hell, we could've teamed up and gone after them together! But it was more convenient to just use me, I guess.”

Shindou’s frown deepened. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, only to quickly retract with a hiss at the heat you were giving off. Startled, you quickly stopped using your Quirk and gave him an apologetic frown. “Sorry,” you muttered. You sighed deeply, leaning your head back against the couch. “I guess I'm no better, huh? Your parents were being nice and I took advantage of that...”

Silence hung in the air. Both of your parents had left the room a while ago, and the droning of the heater settled into the background unnoticed. Shindou’s hand found its way to your shoulder again, more hesitant this time. When you didn't respond or shrug him off, he slowly pulled you closer to him, hand moving to your head and gently resting it on his shoulder. You frowned, feeling the tears well up in your eyes again, but didn't resist.

“I'm sorry,” Shindou said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You snuggled closer to him in response, staying quiet. He lightly ran his fingers through your hair. When he was sure you weren't going to say anything in response, he continued, “Not that it means much to say this now, but congratulations on getting your license.” You snorted at the statement, many months too late. He lightly chuckled, saying, “Yeah, I know. But even though we haven't exactly been working together, it's been nice having you at the agency. Nakagame won't shut up about her ‘cute new sidekick’, even though we’re all sidekicks.”

You snickered. “Looks like I'm stealing your friend. Maybe she'll be my hero partner when we graduate...”

Shindou rolled his eyes. “If anything, she's trying to steal you from me. Not like that’s gonna happen. You're my partner, got that?”

You lifted your head slightly from his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh, am I now?”

Shindou nodded. “I promised you, didn't I? I know I've been a major idiot lately,” he started, ignoring your muttered comment of “Yeah, no kidding...” and continuing, “but if the two of us work together we’re gonna top the charts in no time.”

You smiled at him, leaning back on his shoulder. “Well, I'm looking forward to that!” You closed your eyes and let out a breath, feeling the tension wash away from you. Shindou’s head tilted, resting atop yours. Things weren't perfect, and you would probably need to have a more in-depth conversation later, but for now, things were better.

“Oh, Shindou?”

“Hm?”

“I gotta say, your performance at the Sports Festival could've been better. We have a lot of work to do if we're gonna top the charts.”

“...Shut up...”

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (3/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff — college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

BEOMGYU | Beauty and The Beast (2.2k)

“Careful with the hair!”

You hiss when Jinsung, your classmate and stylist for tonight, slaps your hand away after attempting to touch your hair.

“If I even see a single hair strand out of place, so help me I will shave your entire head.” He warns, tapping your shoulder with his brush. “Now go out there and get us some customers. The others said they'll have the food ready on time.”

“Alright.” You try to smile at him and he returns your smile with a sour look.

Your department was throwing a Beauty and the Beast style buffet right in front of your building. Canopies were set up, clothed tables lined around the vicinity, and classy decorations covered the area to add to the whole atmosphere. The dishes to be served are supposed to mimic the food found throughout the movie, with the servers dressed up as some of the minor characters. By some odd stroke of luck, you ended up being chosen as Belle and you were pretty sure some guy named Yeonjun from the other class was supposed to dress up as the Beast.

You got up from your seat and fetch the flyers from the table. The plan was to head up to where the crowds are and advertise your event there. You were all set to go, the only thing left missing being your partner.

Out of nowhere, a group of guys dressed as dwarfs appear. You can't make out what or who it was that they're carrying, but they were surely in a hurry, not caring a bit about their surroundings as they zoom past you, causing you to stumble back. Your heel catches the end of your gown and you start to fall backwards. Closing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for an awkward fall, you were pleasantly surprised when your back hit something soft instead— definitely not the concrete below— someone's chest you presume, their arms quickly wrapping around you protectively.

“Careful.” You hear the person say as they slowly help you on your feet. “Jinsung might throw a fit if you ruin your hair.” He chuckles, bringing his hand to his face.

You turn around and nearly got a scare when you're faced with the face of a beast, quite literally. Turns out your partner hadn't planned on being late after all. “Yeonjun, right?” You haven't actually met the guy but you've heard a few people talk about him. They say he had died his hair pink recently but you couldn't really see behind the terrifying full head mask he had on. You wonder how well he could breathe inside that thing.

“Uh, yeah.” The Beast replies, seeming somehow unsure of his own name. “I'm Yeonjun.”

“Nice meeting you then. I'm Y/N.” You don't bother offering him a handshake, knowing that you two barely had time to chat. “Let's get going. It's almost time.”

Beomgyu stays a few feet away from you as you handed out flyers to a bunch of costume clad strangers. Both of you were pretty busy right now, but he still manages to steal a few glances at you, admiring how beautiful you looked in that Belle costume. He almost wishes he could see you dressed like that everyday. Impractical, sure, but it was just a passing thought anyway. Thank heavens the costume had small peeping holes, otherwise you'd have caught him dead in the act of staring at you every few minutes or so.

“Try our buffet!” He greets two of the students passing by, handing them a flyer.

“What do you think, Soojin?” The student holding a tray of candied apples asks the other.

“I think not. We still have to visit that guy in the infirmary.” The friend replies. One of them gives Beomgyu an apologetic look before they leave.

Beomgyu watches the crowd pass by, his eyes naturally wandering to your side. He finds himself smiling when he saw you all focused on attracting customers, even going as far as to give them brief reenactments of their favorite scenes. Beomgyu loved that he was able to spend this time with you. He only wished that you knew it was actually him inside the costume and not Yeonjun, but he couldn't even find the courage to bring it up. He's not even sure why.

Yeonjun had asked him earlier today to be his substitute in handing flyers. Beomgyu had initially declined, but after hearing that you were going to be his partner for tonight— You, the student from across the hall that he'd been crushing on since freshman year— he was more than ecstatic to accept. This was his chance to actually interact with you without making things awkward.

“Why the fuck did I even say I was Yeonjun?” He huffs, only now had he found his costume stuffy. He really could have just told you before you started on your work, but he panicked and told you a lie instead. Great.

An hour had passed and Rina, one of your classmates, had come to inform you two that a lot of people were now dining at the buffet, and that you were allowed to rest for half an hour before your final wave of work.

You spot a bench nearby and walk over to Yeonjun. “Hey, let's take a rest over there.” You point at the bench. Yeonjun merely nods and follows you as you made your way to it. You take notice that he barely talked to you the entire time you were together. People said he was a chatterbox but apparently not tonight.

Just as you two sat down, Rina came back— this time, looking for someone. “Hey, have any of you seen Beomgyu?”

Hearing the name made you pause and blink. “Beomgyu?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

You glance at Yeonjun who kept shaking his head.

“Haven't seen him.”

Weird, you think. He was purposefully changing the pitch of his voice as he spoke to your classmate. You figure his throat was probably just dry from all the advertising he did earlier.

Rina turns to you, eyebrows raised with a smirk plastered on her face. “How about you, Y/N? I'm sure you've seen him.”

Eyes wide, you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Rina knew about your obvious crush on Beomgyu. The entire class knew. A few jokes were made, like how when someone from his class is looking for him, they'd ask if your Beomgyu radar was up and running. That joke was brought upon by your own little ability to somehow spot him easily within a crowd. That however, proved useless tonight. You hadn't seen him at all.

You spare Yeonjun a look. This was not a good time for Rina to be teasing you. He and Beomgyu are classmates and if he found out that you had a crush on the guy then who knows what'll happen. You didn't want him to think you were crazy when Rina ends up saying something stupid and overly exaggerated— you hope she won't. Your crush on Beomgyu wasn't even that big of a deal. Sure, sometimes you'd find your heart fluttering when you spot him laughing from the other side of the hallway, and maybe sometimes you'd wished you could just come up to him and pinch his cheeks but you've barely even spoken to the guy so—

“What are you talking about?” You laugh it off, patting Rina on the side while slipping in a few stink eyes. “I haven't seen him at all.”

“Is that so?” Rina sighs. For a second, you thought she would just let it go when she turned her back on you but the devil in her was in the mood to play. “Tell me when your Beomgyu radar picks him up then! We need him to help in the kitchen.”

Yeonjun turns to to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

You shrink in your seat.

Was Beomgyu hearing right? Did your classmate just ask you something about a Beomgyu radar? Your Beomgyu radar? Did she normally joke like that or was it intentional? Perhaps she knew he was the one in the costume and not Yeonjun, but he highly doubted that. Could you perhaps?

Beomgyu turns to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

Your face shifted into a mix of emotions that Beomgyu had trouble deciphering. “D-Don't mind her.” You stammer, waving your hands at him. “She's just joking as always. Ah, Rina, such an asshol— assertive joker.” You laugh.

“Right.” Beomgyu laughs along. He felt disappointed, thinking that he was probably just reading too much into it. “What are the odds of you crushing on Beomgyu, right?”

“Exactly!” Your reply was quick. Too quick for Beomgyu's liking. He observes your reaction and notices how red your ears were. Were you embarrassed? Was the idea of crushing on him too much for you? Did you not find him attractive in the least? At this point, he knows he was overthinking but couldn't help but succumb to it.

“Yeah..” He sighs, slumping his back on the bench. “He's probably not your type.”

You flinch. “What?”

“There's not really much to like about him.” Beomgyu shrugs.

“You're wrong.”

He sees you cross your arms, a frown present on your face. “I haven't really met him yet but from what I've seen in the past few years, I can say that there's a whole list of things one could like about him.”

Oh? Beomgyu certainly didn't expect this. “Like what?”

“He's one of the most considerate people I know.” You smile. “Sometimes I'd see him cleaning up after others, giving up seats on the bus, and going out of his way to help anyone in need. He even helped me out that one time I was late for our finals.” You chuckle at the fond memory. It was the day you made up your mind about him.

“It was pretty embarrassing though. I was running through the gates and tripped. I sprained my ankle and no one else was around except for Beomgyu. Turns out he was also running late but didn't even stop to think twice about helping me. He carried me to the nurse's office and stayed there until my friends arrived. I couldn't even thank him properly after that since I was pretty disoriented. In the end, we both had to take the finals at another time.”

Beomgyu blinks. He can't believe you still remembered that day, especially when it was the very day he himself started crushing on you. Though, he'd always thought you didn't know who he was when that happened. “Oh..” He couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

“You know what?”

Beomgyu turns to you.

You smile. “He's exactly my type.”

Beomgyu didn't know what to feel. His cheeks heat up and he's sure it wasn't just the mask making him that way. You talked about that moment so fondly that it almost made him think that maybe— just maybe his feelings for you weren't all that one-sided after all.

He chuckles. He's about to do something stupid.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Do you perhaps..”

“Like him?” Beomgyu watches silently as you take the time to think.

This was probably too much. What if you didn't like him after all? Could he live knowing that he tricked you into answering that, thinking he was someone else. His thoughts come to a halt when you nod.

“I do.” You chuckle. “No use in hiding that now, huh?”

Beomgyu gulps. “Then..” Then what?

“Hm?”

“What if I say Beomgyu liked you too?”

Your furrow your brows in confusion. “What?”

Beomgyu grips the end of his mask. “I like you.”

“Yeonjun, you're not making any—”

He doesn't let you finish, yanking the mask off his face and revealing his disheveled look underneath.

“Beomgyu?!” You jump in surprise, and he stands up, following you. “How—”

“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu says, no longer caring about the consequences that'll follow after. “I really like you. I have for a long time now.”

You stare at him, speechless. “I.. haha.” You cover your face in your hands, laughing. “This is a joke right?”

“I wish it was.” Beomgyu awkwardly shifts in his spot. “But it's not. I'm being honest. I really like you.”

You move your hands away, now looking at him. “You know, as much as I want to hit you right now for tricking me into thinking you were Yeonjun all this time and basically had me going off about how much I appreciate you,” You pause. “I just can't.” You say, your cheeks reddening.

“Y/N, I—”

“There you are!”

Before either of you could react, Rina appears out of nowhere and grabs Beomgyu by the arm, practically dragging him way from you. “We've been looking for you all night! Jin wants you in the kitchen asap.”

Rina flashes you a thumbs up and you couldn't do anything but smile. “Good to see that your Beomgyu radar's still working!”

Judging by the way he was being mercilessly dragged away from you, it looks like Beomgyu had his hands tied with no escape. He waves his free arm at you. And you get the message. You're gonna have to talk about this soon.

You look down at the flyers on your hands and couldn't help but blush. He likes you too.

[shsl-fluff]

Hey! I know you haven't done my next request yet but as a draft or request for when you get all the rest of your requests finished up, could I also have shsl fem baker s/o with the drv3 boys? y'know.. that one I requested with the sdr2 boys? I'd just like to know what you think she'd be like for V3 boys! I'm sorry for bothering you! no rush here! ☺️💕👉🏻👈🏻

Gonta Gokuhara

You two met after school when you were walking home. 

He was standing frozen still near the school's courtyard. It was almost hard to see him with his dark green hair blending in with the trees. 

Interested, you walked over to him. "What are you-"

He glanced at you, grinning. Cupped in his hand was a beautiful large butterfly. 

You both stared in awe at the butterfly for at least a minute, until it flew out of his hands. 

He suddenly grinned widely at you. "Thank you!" He said, his voice wasn't one you expected to come from such a large figure. 

"For staying quiet and not running away from me and-" he paused suddenly and stood up straight and tall, brushing his suit nervously

"Gontas name is Gonta Gokuhara" he smiled

You introduced yourself after, and told him what your ultimate was

His eyes lit up brightly. "Ultimate baker? Gonta is ultimate entomologist! Ultimate baker sounds nice!" 

You both talked for a while about your talents, but looped back to bugs a lot. 

You didn't mind, of course! He was ecstatic to share his interests. 

"Do you think you could teach Gonta how to cook and bake?" He asked suddenly, eyes wide. "Gonta wants to be a gentleman, and gentlemen are good at cooking!" 

You accepted his offer gratefully.

Almost every day you would both spend time together after school. You would walk to your home together, and point out all the bugs that passed by, and then at home you would teach him how to cook or bake something new. 

It took him a while to get the hang of the basics, but he was very determined. 

One day before school, he gave you something joyfully. 

"(Y/N)! Gonta made this for you!" He said quickly and handed you a cupcake

It was sloppily decorated with yellow and black frosting. It was a little bumblebee! 

You thanked him gladly. 

He was bashful as he smiled widely at you. "Gonta made it because he wants to thank you!" He said. 

"A-and, because…" he went deep pink, nervously grabbing a piece of folded up and crumbled paper from his pocket and handing it to you. 

"(Y/N), you are kind like a ladybug, and sweet like a cupcake! You help Gonta learn to be gentlemen! Gonta thinks you are pretty like a monarch butterfly" there were a lot of scribbled out words past that point. At the bottom in small writing "Gonta thinks you are a pretty lady"

Your heart warmed as he mumbled, "is it gentlemanly to give a pretty lady a hug?" 

You nodded before he pulled you into a shockingly tight embrace. 

Kiibo (K1-B0)

On the first day of school, you brought a giant tray full of cupcakes for your homeroom

You placed two on every desk and saw most of them eaten quickly. A few people only had one, but you didn't mind, they probably weren't hungry was all. 

One classmate was the exception. He pushed them both over to the corner of his desk nervously and then gave them back to you at the end of class. 

"Here… I'm sorry, but i don't eat. I'm K1-B0, the ultimate Robot, but… Call me Kiibo!"

You apologized for the mix up

"Oh no it's alright! I like being treated like a human" he said softly.

After school that day, you noticed him being kicked around by a few kids in the halls. They were both screaming at eachother about God knows what

You heard a lot of screams about a fake talent, and a lot of threats about a lawsuit.

Kiibo was the one who ended up backing down. He ran out of the building with you following behind. 

You finally caught up to him, kicking and hitting a large tree on the campus as it shook violently.

His face was red and he was sobbing. 

You stopped him before he totally destroyed the tree. "Hey, Kiibo?" You called out. 

He turned around and looked at you. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He nodded silently as you say down and patted the ground next to you. 

He let his frustrations out to you. How he constantly felt like he had something to prove to everyone, even as an ultimate. 

How he didn't even know if he could feel. Was it all fake? A combination of ones and zeros?

He didn't know. 

After that, you guys had become close, how could he not have after spilling all his secrets to you?

A few months into the school year, he came to you with a question. 

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He asked quietly. "What is love like?"

"What's love like? Well… I don't know how to explain it, Kiibo…" you mumbled softly. 

"Can I… hold your hand?"

You nodded and reached your hand out to him

He was deep red as he took your hand. 

"I like this, (Y/N). I think I do know how love feels."

Kaito Momota

The power couple of the school 

He tries to convince you to work out with him all the time, but if you get tired easily it's fine!

Even though he works out all the time, he definitely doesn't eat healthy. 

Loves all your sweets to the moon and back. 

You two love movie night together, and have it at least once a week. 

He picks a lot of animated movies, and has definitely found some gems 

He's super strong. Definitely not the strongest student at Hopes Peak, or even in your class, but still strong compared to the average teenager. 

When he hugs you he spins around and picks you up. 

He's very much a touchy person. Not in an inappropriate way, but in a cuddle-y way

If you're fine with PDA he definitely holds your hand in public and give you kisses.

He honestly prefers forehead or cheek kisses more than kisses on the lips, but doesn't really matter either way. 

He tries to make for you sometimes but this poor guy doesn't realize how important measurements can be. 

"Vanilla tastes good, so I can add 4 teaspoons instead of one, right?"

No, no you can't. 

He's trying his best.

He's a big sweetheart. 

Kokichi Ouma

You both have a lot of energy, but you both used it in vastly different ways.

You spent yours spending positivity, and he spent his spreading misteif. 

You meet when he was trying to convince you to make an orange flavored cupcake with toothpaste frosting.

He finally convinced you to make one, but only on the condition that he would eat it himself, and not trick anyone else into eating it.

Surprisingly, he agreed and ate it then and there, cringing but laughing the whole time. 

You sorta admired his ability to joke around durring every situation

You felt like he meant well, even though he pestered people sometimes

He started to hang around and pester you for a while. 

He was expecting to get a good reaction out of you, maybe you weren't really all that chipper and you'd snap and show your angry side?

But instead you just laughed along. 

You even started to appreciate his presence, and he started to appreciate yours.

When you found a letter in your locker asking to meet at a random building after school, you were sure it was some elaborate prank by Kokichi

When you saw him outside of the seemingly normal building, it seemed to confirm your suspicion. 

When he saw you he grinned widely and brought you inside the building

Instead of an office building, it was a large lair, as if from a cheesy superhero movie

"See? I told you I had an evil organization" Kokichi laughed as you looked around in awe. 

"Now, I have a question," he hummed. 

"Would you like to join me as leader? As the queen of D.I.C.E?" He held out his hand

You could tell he wasn't lying.

Korekiyo Shinguji

There were a lot of rumors around school about the new freshman. 

He looked rather intimidating, and hopes peak was known for having a number of strange people, so the rumors came naturally. 

Some said he was a killer, some of the more spiritual students claimed he was a demon. 

The rumors didn't phase you. 

One day during lunch you saw him sitting all alone absorbed in a large book and taking notes. He didn't have anything to eat.

You sat next to him and took out a cookie from your bag and offered it to him. 

"Oh, hello" he looked over at you. "Thank you, but I'm not one to eat in public" 

"Are you sure? You can still have it for later" you gave him the cookie. "It's pumpkin"

You could see his smile from his eyes as he thanked you. 

"Well, let me at least repay the favor to you. How about I tell you about my favorite fable?" 

You nodded and spent the lunch period listening to him talk about fables. 

He was excited to talk about his interests, even if he didn't show it. 

The bell rang. "Thank you for staying with me, my name is Korekiyo Shinguji. It's been a pleasure to talk with you" he said as he got up, grunting slightly as he lifted up his piles of books

He continued to be avoided by your classmates, so you continued to sit with him. 

Soon, you didn't sit with him because he looked lonely, but because you liked to spend time with him. 

You were the one who confessed to him, but he was the one who fell in love first.

One day after school, he looked over at you and pulled you behind the school where they were all alone

"(Y/N), please close your eyes. It'll be quick, I promise"

You smiled and did so. 

Kiyo quickly pulled down his mask and kissed your cheek softly, smiling. He pulled up his mask as you opened your eyes. 

"I love you, darling" he hummed softly.

Ryoma Hoshi

As soon as Ryoma met you at school, he started to push you away

He didn't say it to your face or anything that he didn't want to be around you, but he tried to make it clear enough. 

He would leave whenever you were around, or just ignore you. 

You had heard vaguely of his past through rumors, and it didn't phase you.

It was kinda strange… Why would he avoid you when you were the only person in school who didn't avoid him due to his past?

It was because of how nice you were. You sweet you were. You reminded him of her. 

Of the beautiful woman who did nothing wrong and he wasn't able to protect

After many weeks of avoiding, he finally let you in. 

You two had lunch together and just talked.

Talked about each other's interests. About some random show that was on TV recently. About current events. 

Just talked. 

After lunch that day he hid in the bathroom and cried pure joy. 

It was nice to not be avoided.

Even after spending a few months sitting with you everyday at lunch, he still barely opened up to you. 

With the end of the school year approaching, you both knew that he would be alone for a while. 

On the last day of school, he asked you to meet him at a local park. 

When you met up with him, he slowly started to let his feelings spill out of him.

About how he didn't want to lose you. About how you were the only person he had truly connected with since 'the incident' (he didn't elaborate, but you could assume it had to do with his incarceration). About how much you cared for him even though he had tried to push you away. About how alone he was without you. 

He cried softly as you pulled him into his arms. 

"(Y/N)" he whispered quietly between sobs

"Please, let me love you. Please let me be your boyfriend"

You nodded quietly and held him close.

Shuichi Saihara

You're both very different, so people never thought you'd get together. 

But actually, you balanced each other out well. 

You brought him out of his shell and he helped you appreciate some of the slower things in life. 

He hates PDA, but is very touch starved and likes cuddling with you when you're alone

Play with this mans hair please 

He cried the first time you cuddled him just because he didn't realize how much he'd love it 

He doesn't eat to much sweets, but adores yours. 

You guys watch old crime movies together, even though they have a lot of inaccuracies. 

Coffee dates 

He loves your bread he'd genuinely die for your bread. 

Please love your adorable goth boyfriend.

[whymylife-101]

Pen...Pals? ~Kenma Kozume X Reader~

Description-

Okay, so @OIKAWAS (on wattpad) originally made this idea/plot, but I really liked it and (for the time being) they discontinued it, which was really sad to me because I feel like they got Kenma's personality down really well! (Though I do understand why they did it and completely respect their decision) So I just kinda thought I'd put my own little spin on it! Okay, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy!(This book and all my other ones are gender neutral, I don't like excluding people so if I do make a mistake anywhere then please let me know!) (Also, any art in this book is not mine! I'm not sure who most of the artists are because I got the pictures off of google, but if you do know please tell me so I can give the proper credit!) -Started; March 30th, 2020 (3/30/2020) -Finished; March 30th, 2020 (3/30/2020)

Chapter One;

~Reader's POV~

I walked into class and sat in my desk next to one of my best friends. "Hey.." I yawned out, rubbing my eyes. "Did you stay up late playing video games?" (F/n) questioned with an eyebrow raised. "I didn't say up that late." I told them truthfully. "You say that every time." They told me, rolling their eyes with a small smile on their face.

The teacher walked in as our conversation came to a close. "Alright." The teacher started. "Because in this unit we are going more in depth about Japanese history and we already studied the culture, I thought it would be a fun idea to get a first hand experience with some of the kids that live in Japan. I was lucky enough to get Nekoma High School to agree."

At this, some people started to murmur about how cool and excited this would be. The teacher cleared her throat to get the classes attention and to signify that she wasn't done talking. "Make sure that your letters are appropriate and don't share any personal Information. I will mail them by the end of this week and yes, they are for a grade."

The kid in front of me raised their hand. "Mrs, do we write in English?" The teacher nodded her head as she picked up a tiny box. "Any other questions?" When no one raised their hands or called out, she then proceeded to explain what the box was for.

"Now then, I'm going to walk around and your going to pick out a name from the box. Then I want you to get started on you letters." She walked around to everyone's desk, and everyone pulled out a random strip of paper.

When she got to my desk I put my hand in a grabbed the first piece I touched the pulled it out quickly. "Hey, who did you get?" (F/n) asked. "I got Kenma Kozume, who did you get?" I asked. "Fukunaga Shohei." They said, pronouncing it very slowly while trying to sound it out. I giggled slightly. "Maybe you should ask him how to pronounce his name." "Oh shush!" My friends said, lightly hitting my shoulder.

"Okay class, start working on your letters." My teacher said as she put the box beside her desk and started to grade papers. I took some lined paper out of my bag and began to write my letter.

When the bell rang I had a little more than a full page done. I had written a little bit about me, what I look like, and some cool places I've been to that were near me. I had also asked him some questions about himself and Japan.

I gave the letter to my teacher as I headed out the door with (F/n) right behind me. "Hey (Y/N), what do you think your pen pal is going to look like?" They asked as we pulled up her our lockers. "I don't know, you have any idea about yours?" I asked back. "Well they say people with difficult names are hotter." My friend said, making me laugh. "That's such a weird stereotype, where did you even hear it from?"

"W-well, there's this YouTube channel-!" My friend started, but I interrupted them. "And your really going to trust some nut-job on the Internet?" (F/n) crossed their arms. "At least I try to search up informational things in my free time." "Touché." I once again laughed as we made our way to the lunch room.

"So you think your pen pal is going to be hot?" I questioned, making them blush. "S-shush!" Once again I laughed as (F/n)'s face exploded in a blush. "I can't say I know for sure what my pen pal is going to look like, but I hope they like video games."

"What, you want them to send you over some Japanese exclusive games?" (F/n) said sarcastically. "That wasn't the intent purpose, but I suppose I wouldn't go against the idea. I just thought we could bond over video games." I hummed out.

"Hey!" I heard (f/2) (that means friend number 2) say as they sat down at our little table. Me and (f/n) gave our own versions of a hello. "Hey, you did the pen pal thing last year right?" (F/n) questioned, making (f/2) nod their head.

"Yea, are you guys doing that now?" I nodded my head. "Oh that's so cool! Ya know, I still talk to my pen pal. His name is Kuroo Tetaurō." (F/2) said. "Oh wow, you guys still do the pen pal thing?" (F/n) asked. "Oh no, we exchanged numbers towards the end." (F/2) laughed out.

We continued to talk about the pen pal stuff and (F/2) told us what we should expect going into it. After lunch was over me and (F/n) dumped our trays and said goodbye to (F/2).

"Are you excited to get a letter back?" (F/n) asked me. "A little, you?" I questioned back. "A little." They said, copying me, making me laugh. "Okay, lets get to class."' I told them, rolling my eyes.

Chapter Two;

~Kenma's POV~

I sat in class, sneakily pulling my phone out to play Pocket Camp, class hadn't started yet and I really had nothing better to do. A few minutes past and Fukunaga had sat behind me. "Hey Kozume." I gave a hum in response.

"What are you playing?" He asked, trying to take a look at my phone. "Pocket Camp." My tone was dull as I continued to try and complete my missions and stuff that I needed to do for Bob and Rosie.

The bell rang throughout the halls which could be heard from inside the classroom, signaling me to put my phone away so I wouldn't get in detention and have to run extra laps at volleyball practice. Once I slid my phone in my pocket the teacher walked in with a box and a lesson plan in hand. "Good morning class."

"Good morning." Me and everyone had said back. "Today we are going to be doing something different. Because we have been learning about a ton of other countries, a school from (insert where you live) reached out and asked if we could do a "pen pal" type of activity. That way you guys can learn about the place first hand from someone that lives there, and you can tell your pen pal how it is here."

"Now your pen pals have already been assigned and they have already written a letter to you. I have this box with me, and I'm going to go around and hand out everyone's letters." After he finished he grabbed the box and started to walk around. Eventually the teacher got around to my desk, he quickly shuffled through the letters and found the one addressed to me.

"Hey Kozume, who'd your say it's from?" Fukunaga asked as he looked down at his paper. "Umm... (L/N), (Y/N).... you?" "(F/LN) (friends last name), (F/n)." He answered. I nodded my head, fixing to pull out my phone again when the teacher had asked us if we had any questions. The girl in front of me raised her hand. "Are we writing in Japanese?" The teacher shook his head. "No english." Another student then raised a hand.

"Are we aloud to send pictures?" "As long as they are appropriate, any other questions?" When no one raised their hands the teacher told us to start reading the letters and once we finished to start working on our letters that we'd give back, and that they'd be due by the end of this school week. On that note we started to read/write our letters.

About half of the class consisted of me writing something down and erasing it not long after, so all I had was:

'Dear (L/ N), (F/ N)

My name in Kozume Kenma.'

Sighing out of frustration i looked behind me, catching Fukunaga attention. "Umm... how do we start the letters?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in embarrassment. "Well," Fukunaga started. "I introduced myself, told them how to pronounce my name, and told them to call me by my surname. I started to list some things about me and I told them

I would have pictures of different places that most tourist would want to see when visiting. Oh! And I also described what I looked like. But I also answered some of their questions two."

I nodded my head and thanked him, then turned back around to finish my paper. When the bell rang I had a little under a half of my page full. I sighed, and put it in my book bag so I could finish it at home and get the pictures I needed.

I quickly pulled out my phone and slung my bag over my shoulder as I made my way out of the classroom and into the hallway with Fukunaga by my side. We both walked until we got to class 2-3 where Yamamoto was and waited for him so we could walk to our club together.

Once Yamamoto came out, him and Fukunaga started chatting while I was silent, playing on my phone. I was just fixing to beat a new level on my game when suddenly I could feel a hand wrap around my shoulders, which caused me to glance to me side to see Kuroo. "Hey shorty." "I'm not that much shorter." I told him plainly as I continued to play my game, as we walked into the changing rooms.

I didn't take a second to glance around me, and instead sat down on one of the benches as I was trying to hurry and finish the level. Which I successfully did. A sigh of relive slipped through my lips as they tugged up into a small smile. "Hey Kenma? Hurry up and change or coach is going to make you run extra laps." At Kuroo's works I slid my phone in my bag and started to change into my volleyball uniform.

-

I walked out of the changing rooms after practice with my phone in hand and Kuroo by my side. He was talking about his day and some of his classmates as a made a few comments here and there. Suddenly, Kuroo stopped talking as his phone buzzed.

He quickly pulled his phone out and started to type to the person, a smile coming across his face. "Awfully quiet on your end." I noted, not taking my eyes off my game. "Well, (f/2) is texting me." He chuckled. "Come to think of it, it was around this quarter that I first got a letter from (f/2). Are you guys doing that pen pal thing?"

I nodded my head and gave a hum. "Who did you get?" "Uhhh... I think the last name was (L/N)?" Kuroo nodded his head and started typing something on his phone, a few minutes later he gave off this devilish smirk. "Is something funny?"

Kuroo gave off a chuckle. "It's nothing." He said as we continued walking until we came to my house. We both waved goodbye and I quickly unlocked my door, trying not to lose my level. I then walked inside and closed the door with my foot, haphazardly kicking my shoes off in the process. I then walked up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door the same way I did downstairs, then plopped on my bed.

I quickly finished the level and set my phone down. "I should probably try and add something to the letter... and get some pictures..." I told myself quietly as I got up and got back to work.

Chapter Three;

~Reader's POV~

It's been about a week since we turned in our letters and our teacher had the letters from our pen pals ready for us to read. On the envelopes they made us write who they were to and who they were from.

When the teacher called my name, I came up and grabbed the envelope and sat down at my desk. Once we got our envelopes we where told to wait until everyone had gotten theirs so that way we could all open them together and there wasn't a bunch of noise as she was trying to pass out the envelopes.

I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my tummy at the thought of what my pen pal could be like.  Would they have similar interests that i have? Would they be the polar opposite of me? What did they look like? These thoughts and millions of other swarmed my head.

That was until the last person got theirs, she told us we could read them and then write a response back, and that they were again, due at the end of the week.

I opened the envelope neatly, unlike some people that chose to just tear them open. Once I opened it I started to read it to myself.

'Dear (L/N), (Y/N)

My name in Kozume Kenma (Ko-zoom-e Ken-ma), but please call me Kozume. I live in Tokyo Japan and go to school at Nekoma High, but you probably already knew that. I'm on my schools volleyball team and in my free time I like to play video games (some of my favorites are Pocket Camp and Mario Cart). I find it hard to describe things so I decided I would just put a couple of photos of me and my volleyball team in the envelope two (I'm the one with the black hair fading into blond). In Tokyo there is mainly a lot of food stands/shops, and a ton of stuff for tourists, I'm sorry, but I really don't know how to describe it. If there's anything in particular you wanted to see I could always take a picture. I'm not really a social person so I apologize for the lack of writing.

  -Sincerely, Kozume Kenma.'

I looked towards my friend to see they got a whole two pages, front and back, while I barley got even a full page of writing. "Wow..." I said quietly to myself. I decided that I would go ahead and look inside the envelope for the pictures that Kozume said he sent.

I saw some miniature pictures in the bottom and took them out, the first one was a picture of the whole Nekoma volleyball team, It wasn't hard to find Kozume because he was the only male with the hair colors he described. He was also the only one holding his phone and looking down at it.

I then looked at the next photo to see it was one of him and a guy with bedhead. Kozume wasn't looking down this time, instead, he stared straight at the camera with a small smile as the bed-headed male gave him bunny ears.

The next, and last photo was of just Kozume, he was standing on the side walk, and was glancing up at the person taking the photo with a phone in his hands. Unlike the other ones, where he was in his team uniform, he was actually wearing casual clothes.

When I put the photos down I could feel some heat making its way to my cheeks. I wouldn't deny that Kozume was fairly attractive, but the thought of the semester being over and him being nothing more than a faint memory kept me from thinking about it to much, instead, I focused on writing another letter.

I couldn't think of much to write about, I just asked him who the bed haired male was, told him some video games that I enjoyed, I also told him what club I was in and told him I also would send photos of me and some places around the city.

The bell rang and I decided I would put my note in my bag so I can get the pictures I needed (Im sorry if this feels repetitive). I again made my way to lunch with (F/n) and (F/2).

"So (Y/N), do you have anything in common with your pen pal?" I paused the game I was playing and looked up at (F/2), slightly blushing at the thought of Kozume, though it went unnoticed to the two in front of me. "Yea, we both like video games, and I found out he had a Pocket Camp account."

"Oooh~ Are you going to give him your friend code~!" (F/n) tried to tease me, but I just unpaused the game and ignored them. "Aww come on! Don't do us dirty like that!" I continued to play my game and try to block out my friends. I could hear one of them puff out a short breath of air, meaning they were going to tease me more, but thankfully the bell came to my rescue, and I quickly got up to leave and go to my class.

-

At the end of the day I was walking home with (F/n) and (F/2). They were talking while I was playing a video game on my phone. "Hey (Y/N), how did you respond to your pen pal?"

I quickly looked up from my game to glance at my friends (who had smug faces) and back down at it again. "I wrote a little about video games and the city here... I also told him I'd include pictures like he did."

"Ohh! So he sent you pictures! Is he good looking!?" (F/n) shouted, making a light blush spread across my cheeks. "Uhhh... idk. You can be the judge of that.." I took out the letter in my bag and handed it to my friends. "He's the one with the blond hair and dark roots."

I heard (F/n) giggle at the male in the picture. Suddenly, (F/2) gasped. "Hey! That was my pen pal last year!" I quickly glanced up from my game again to see they were looking at the second photo and (F/2) had pointed at the male with bed hair. "Oh yea... I was wondering what his name was." I told them as my eyes went back to my phone.

"It's Kuroo!" (F/2) was looking at the photo and stared at the "Kuroo" guy with a dark blush. "Ah, the one you like." I paused my game to see their reaction, and it was priceless. Their face lit up an even darker shade of red that spread to the tip of their ears.

"Hey! We're at your house! Don't you think your mother wants you home?!" (F/2) quickly said, trying to get me to stop teasing them. "Guess we are." I said, taking the letter and photos back from my friends and headed inside.

When I got home I immediately went to my room so I could print off some pictures of myself. I found a few of me, (F/n) and (F/2) and printed them. After words I put them in the envelope and tried to finish my letter.

-

I heard a knock on my door as I was putting the letter in the envelope. "(Y/N), dinner is almost ready." I heard my mother's voice as she opened the door. "Okay, do you mind if I go take some pictures real quick for a school assignment?" I asked, taking my phone off of the charger. "Sure dear, just be back in 30ish minutes okay?" I nodded my head, and said a quick "yes ma'am" as I put my shoes on.

My mom left, to where I assume to be the kitchen, as gathered my things. I quickly plugged in my headphones to my phone and made my way downstairs. I then made my way around town and took quick pictures of some things that I typically see tourists go to.

When I was finished I made my way home, my mother telling me I was just in time for dinner. I quickly ate, telling my mom it was delicious as always, and then made my way upstairs. I hooked my phone to my computer and downloaded the photos I took. After a few hours of it downloading I was finally able to print off the ones I liked and put them in a separate envelope. 'Finally I can go to sleep.' I thought to myself as my body was finally able to hit the bed.

Chapter Four;

~Kenma's POV~

When I woke up I had realized that I woke up extremely late and I missed half of my classes. At this realization I rushed myself to the bathroom to get dressed and quickly checked to make sure I had everything before running out the door.

I pulled out my phone while running to see that it was already 10:27. 'Shit... I'm not going to make it in time to receive my letter!' I haphazardly  threw my phone in my pocket and continued running.

At some point I skidded to a stop in front of my classroom. I was panting from running all the way here, so I took a second to regroup myself before I decided to knock on the door. I adjusted my tie and smoothed out my school uniform a little before lifting my hand, but just as I was about to make contact with the door, the bell rang and students started to file out of the rooms and into the hallways.

I stepped back to give the ones leaving some space. "Ahh, Kozume! You were late today." I could hear Fukunaga say as he exited. "I have your letters, I was planning on giving them to Kuroo, so he could leave it at your house, but I guess your here now." He told me, holding out a white envelope and a bigger orange/yellow one for me to grab. "Thank you."

I was still taking shallow breaths as sweat gathered on my temple, so it was no shock that Fukunaga noticed and made a comment about it. "The last time you were this tired was when you skipped practice because of a video game and coach made you run the entire practice. Where you really that eager to get your letter?"

At this a light blush came to my face. "No. I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss all of my classes and that coach wouldn't make me do that again." I told the male, referencing to the first, and last time I'd ever skip practice.

"Was it worth it?" Fukunaga asked as we started to walk. "No." I answered quickly while scrunching up my face at the thought, making Fukunaga laugh.

-

When I got home I made my way to my room and got the two envelopes out of my bag. I opened them quickly but made sure to not rip or tear anything.

After I read the note I took the photos out of the white envelopes first. When I saw the person I was pen pals with I could feel what raise to my cheeks and the corners of my lips tug into a small smile.

The first picture was of (L/N) and two of their friends. (L/N) was in the middle and held up a peace sign with a bright smile, while the one on the left held bunny fingers behind (L/N)'s head, and lastly the friends on the right had a small smile while they took the photo.

The second picture was only of (L/N), they were standing on side was as they covered the bottom half of their face, poorly hiding a blush, as they looked off to the side. This picture in particular made my small smile stretch a little into a grin.

The third photo made my smile instantly fall. This one had (L/N) and another male in the photo. In this one they were yelling at the male while he laughed at them. I felt some anger slowly form in the pit of my stomach. The first thought I had was that this was (L/N)'s boyfriend, which made the anger rise a tad more.

But then referencing to the letter, they said, as quoted, they took some pictures of themselves and "some of my friends" I quickly looked back at the letter to make sure that I didn't skip over anything, and referencing back they didn't say anything about a boyfriend. This made me relax a little, so I dismissed the option that it was their boyfriend as there was no evidence.

I picked up the yellow/orange envelope, opening it. Inside we're five pictures this time.

The first one was of a statue that has a little golden plaque near it, the statue itself was of a older looking man with a cane, just like the plaque the man was golden as well.

The second photo related to the first one, as it was a closer look of the plaque. As I read it, it explained how the statue was of the man that had founded their country.

The third photo was of a really nice looking castle. There was a little note at the bottom of the letter that said that this was where the man from the first picture had lived, and that both of these were a really big spot for tourists.

The fourth photo was at the castle again, except this time (L/N), the two friends from the first photo, and the male from the last one, were by one of the many knight armor that was lining the walls. They all made funny faces at the camera, looking like they were having a good time.

The fifth photo was one that made my blood boil. It was in the same spot at the last, but this time the male had leaned really close to (L/N) with his lips pressed against their cheek. He had a light blush on his face while (Y/N) had a huge one on theirs while their eyes were also wide open.

I couldn't help but glare at the photo that was currently in my hands. Suddenly their was a knock on my door and I could hear it creak open. "Hey Kenma, my parents are having a double date with your parents again tonight, so I was wondering if-."

With each word that left Kuroo's mouth I knew he was getting closer and closer to my side as his voice got louder, but I couldn't care less, even when he was right beside me and stopped talking, my eyes never left the picture, and my glare didn't falter either.

That was until Kuroo gave out a large cackle. I looked up and gave Kuroo the same glare, which only made him laugh harder. After ten minutes of his obnoxious laughter, he finally had enough and was clutching his stomach as he wiped away a fake tear.

"Kenma... that was the funniest thing I've ever seen you done." He wheezed out. "Now what are you glaring at?" He asked, snatching the photo out of my hands.

"Which one is the pen pal?" He asked, after a moment of studying the photo. "Take a guess." I mumbled out. "Hmm... the one being kissed?" Kuroo asked with a smile. I only puffed out my cheeks in annoyance as I fell back onto my bed.

"Hey, I didn't know your pen pal knew mine." "What do you mean." I leaned my head to the side to look at Kuroo. "The one with the (random hair color) and (random eye color)." Kuroo turned the photo so that I could see it and pointed at one of the people that were in the first photo.

My eyes shifted from the person Kuroo was pointing at to the male and (Y/N), making me groan and turn the other way. "Ya know, I've never seen you so upset about a person." Kuroo pointed out, and by his tone I could just picture the smile he was giving me.

I grumbled out a excuse under my breath which only caused Kuroo to laugh. "How about I treat you to some apple pie?" I sat up slowly and glanced at Kuroo then to the picture that was in his hand.

"Are we going to the one on 57th street?" Kuroo nodded his head at my question. Instead of replying I stood up and put my shoes on. We both walked in silence to the bakery that I loved.

-

Kuroo had just left my house so I decided I would take the left over pie from earlier and take it to my room so I could start writing me letter.

As I started to write it the only question I could think of asking was "who was the boy" and "is he your boyfriend or is he just a friend" or "why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone"

The urge to ask (L/N) those questions, and many more, was very high. Eventually I got through the note without commenting on the mysterious male.

It was late so I decided to get some rest for tomorrow, but the longer I stayed without knowing that I'd get closer, the more thoughts that swarmed my head. Like, 'how long have they been dating' and 'are they still together' or 'did they break up' and 'are they maybe just childhood friends' and 'are they in a happy relationship' and of course many others. But lastly..

'what if that was me instead of him?'

Chapter Five;

~Reader's POV~

I walked into the classroom with a skip in my step, I was excited to be getting my letter from Kozume. I quickly sat down in my seat, with a wide smile.

"Wow, since when do you come into class without your face in your phone? Did you beat a new video game?" (F/n) giggled out. "I did finish Super Mario Brothers 2 last night, but that's not why I'm excited."

"Oh, is it the letter from your dear Kenma then?" (F/n) teased as I blushed. "Come on, we aren't even on first name basis." "Doesn't mean you don't like him~!" They teased even further, making me blush even darker in return.

Before I could rebuttal, the teacher walks in with the letters. "Okay class, I'll pass out the letters and I want you guys to write your responses quickly because we have work to do today.... I'll give you guys 15 minutes after I pass them out."

The teacher passed back the papers and I beam to read through mine.

'Dear (L/N), (Y/N)

Hello again, I wanted to say that I found you very pretty in the pictures you sent, it's not a surprise to me that you have a loving boyfriend. How long have you guys been together, and what's his name? By the fifth photo you sent with the castle I'd assume that it's been a while. I couldn't send photos this time, but I'll try in my next letter. I wish you and your boyfriend the best.

   -Sincerely, Kozume Kenma'

At the word boyfriend I could feel my eyebrow quirk up. I wasn't dating anyone, and I haven't dated anyone in a few years. Then i remember sending a photo of (M/n) (male name). It was just a photo of me and him arguing over a video game, so I'd assume nothing when sending it, but i guess Kenma had assumed otherwise.

I quickly started off my letter by telling him that (M/n) wasn't my boyfriend, just a close friend I've had since Jr. High. I continued the letter by saying that he has been like a brother to me for so, nothing could ever change that. I then asked Kenma a few questions before closing off my letter and setting it aside. I didn't really have much to say, so my letter wasn't very long.

The 15 minute timer ran out and we continued with class as normal.

-

After my club me, (F/n), and (F/2) decided we would go to the arcade that was near by. "Hey (Y/N), I challenge you to a battle!" (F/2) said excitingly. "Oh!" I started, deciding to play along. "You dare challenge the queen!" This sentence made (F/2) giggle. "You mean the soon to be ex-Queen." (F/2) said smugly. "We'll see about that." I told them, a smirk growing on my face. "Now which game shall it be."

"Hmmm.... what about mortal combat!" (F/2) flicked my forehead. "You're on!" I yelled, racing them to the arcade machine. We both inserted our coins and picked our characters, then played.

-

"Ugh! Come on! No far!" So far we had done the best out of ten and I had won every single game. "Ahh, but I still have my crown. Looks like you couldn't beat the queen." I gave (F/2) a small smile.

"Oh, but I bet you want Kozume to be your king right?" (F/n) said out of nowhere, making me blush lightly. "I never said that..." I mumbled. "No, but you can't lie and say you haven't thought of it." This made my blush darken greatly and made me puff out my cheeks slightly. "I don't need a king...."

Chapter Six;

~Kenma's POV~

Just like very other week, the teacher passed out the letters. I was particular anxious about this one because of how many questions I asked about the mysterious male.

Not only that but what if it actually was their boyfriend? Will they think I'm being weird? Did I freak them out? What if they think I'm jealous? What if it gets awkward?

Once the teacher sat the letter on my desk I very hesitantly reached out to it. I very slowly opened the letter and then very tentatively read through the note.

In the very first sentence (L/N) had clarified that she was not dating the male in the photo, and that they were in fact childhood friends. And if anything he was a brother to her so nothing could have grown into anything bigger. I continued read on when the ending of the letter especially caught me eye, it read:

'I've been thinking about how this quarter is almost coming to an end, and in this short amount of time I have grown to consider you a really close friend and would like it if you addressed me by my first name. And if you wouldn't mind maybe we could talk about the possibility of me visiting during the summer (or vise versa)? I completely understand if you shut down both of my offers, I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I look forward to your response!

  -Sincerely yours, (Y/N) (L/N)'

I couldn't believe what I was reading. (L/N), not only considered us close, not only wants me to call them by their given name, but also would like to meet me in person. I was over- joyed to say the least, and I could feel my lips tug into a warm smile as I quickly wrote a letter back.

-

After school had ended I asked Kuroo to take me around Tokyo to some "touristy places" so I could take pictures to send to (Y/N), mainly because I didn't know the area well even though I've lived here for almost my entire life.

We walked around and took pictures of different things until around 8 and decided to head home. When I did get home I ate dinner and then printed the pictures to put inside the envelope along with the letter.

Chapter Seven;

~Reader's POV~

When I got in the classroom I was fidgeting a lot more than usual, and I guess (F/n) noticed. "Hey (Y/N), are you okay?" I nodded my head and took out my phone, I started to play one of my games, but I couldn't concentrate because my thoughts were spiraling.

Ever since I gave my teacher the letter to send off I had been anticipating Kozumes response. I was really worried about being to forward and scaring him off. But judging by the times we had play Pocket Camp, he seemed like he was having a good time? But I could have been reading to much into it?

As that thought crossed my mind my screen flashed with a "game over" text, making me sigh. I was way to fidgety to be playing the game and kept messing up.

"Woah, something just really be bothering you to lose at that game. What's wrong?" I sat my phone down and took a deep breath in and out. "I told Kozume to call me by my first name and I also told him that I could visit sometime if he liked. I'm just scared of what he'll say..."

(F/n) put a hang on my shoulder. "Hey, listen. You are a wonderful person and friends. If he can't see that through your guys letters and talks during your video games, then that's really his loss. You're beautiful, have a wonderful sense of humor, and have the most charming smile ever. If he can't see that then he's blind!"

(F/n)'s words made me giggle. It didn't erase my worries completely, but it helped a lot. The teacher then walked into the classroom and handed out the letters.

When I got my letter my nerves returned again... taking a deep breath I opened the letter and let that deep breath out, taking all of my worries with it. I grabbed the first the note and started to read it, praying there wasn't anything bad in it.

'Dear (Y/N), (L/N)

I wouldn't mind calling you by you given name if that is what you want, and I also wouldn't mind it if we arranged a meet up during the summers. Though if you wanted to tour Tokyo my friend would have to come with us because I don't know the area to well. I thought that I'd take some pictures of places that are near me and most tourist go. I also have little headings on the pictures to explain the the pictures a little.

    -Sincerely, Kenma Kozume'

I couldn't help but smile when I read the bottom. Normally he would put his surname first, but this time he put his birth name, which meant that I would be able to call him by his birth name.

I then remembered that he had sent me photos and decided to open the separate yellow/orange envelope.

The first picture was a photograph of Tokyo Tower, the heading just stated that it was in fact Tokyo Tower and that some people mistake regular water towers for Tokyo Tower.

The second picture was of Kenma and his bedhead friend. They both stood in-front of the very famous Sensoji Temple. his arm around Kenma's shoulder while Kenma was looking down at his game. The heading had said the photo was of Kuroo and him last year when the bad went there on a school trip.

The third and last photo was Kenma and Kuroo again, but this time Kenma was looking at the camera, although he looked very annoyed, and Kuroo held up bunny ears behind Kenma. The head had explained that this was taken on a school field trip they had taken this year to Tokyo's National Museum.

I couldn't help but laugh at the picture in particular with a huge smile on my face. I quickly decided i should write a letter back to Kenma.

Chapter Eight;

~Kenma's POV~

Once again I got a letter from my teacher. When i opened it, it was all about (Y/N) gushing about how fun it will be to finally meet me in person. Towards the end of the letter (Y/N) had said that if i wanted to continue to talk, the i could give them my phone number. My last letter was short, I didn't really have a lot to say so it was pretty blunt....

-

As I got home from school I looked at my desk where my letter had sat, I didn't know if I should give that letter to my teacher or not.... the one thing I did know though was that my mind was constantly on (Y/N). My eyes always trialed to the small sliding drawer where I kept the letters she sent me, along with the photos.

I sat up from my bed and walked over to the desk and decided to re-read through the "old" letters. I even looked through the pictures. I subconsciously had a small smile on my face as I looked down at the photos.... well, all but two.

When I came across those two photos in particular my smile dropped. I immediately made up my mind as I saw those two photos.

Bad Ending;

~Reader's POV~

I walked into my classroom with a pep in my step. In my last letter I had asked Kenma for his number, and judging by how he still played Pocket Camp with me and came to visit my camp site, I'd say when I opened that letter, it was going to have his number in it.

I sat down and instantly started to fidget just like I did last week, the only difference being, this time it was from excitement. "You look happy this week." (F/n) pointed out, making me smile up at them. I honestly didn't have words to describe how happy I was, so instead I just nodded my head.

"Okay class, settle down. I thought I should point out before handing out these papers that this is that last letter that you will receive, and you won't need to write a letter back." After finishing this she started to hand the letters back. When the teacher got to me, she held a look of pity in her eyes and gave me an all knowing look, like she's seen situation play out like this a million different times before.

She then walked by my desk. She didn't say anything. She didn't put a note down, she just walked past and continued to hand out the notes. When she finished she had called me outside the classroom to speak with me.

"As you know, you didn't get a letter.... your pen pal, Kozume, decided that he couldn't bring himself to write another letter because of certain relationships you had with another male..." My teacher explained. The only thought racing through my head was "why".

"Um... can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. The teacher gave me a pitied look and nodded her head, walking inside the classroom. I went to the bathroom and went on Pocket Camp to text Kenma.

No matter how many times I texted him, no matter how many times he had seen it, he didn't respond.

He ghosted me....

Good Ending;

~Reader's POV~

I walked into my classroom with a pep in my step. In my last letter I had asked Kenma for his number, and judging by how he still played Pocket Camp with me and came to visit my camp site, I'd say when I opened that letter, it was going to have his number in it.

I sat down and instantly started to fidget just like I did last week, the only difference being, this time it was from excitement. "You look happy this week." (F/n) pointed out, making me smile up at them. I honestly didn't have words to describe how happy I was, so instead I just nodded my head.

"Okay class, settle down. I thought I should point out before handing out these papers that this is that last letter that you will receive, and you won't need to write a letter back." After finishing this she started to hand the letters back. When the teacher got to me, she smiled and gave me an all knowing look, like she's seen this a million different times before.

She didn't say anything though, and instead opted to just give me my letter. Immediately I opened it and grabbed the letter from inside. The words on the paper were short, sweet, and to the point.

'Dear (Y/N),

I can't wait for you to come to Tokyo, here's my number xxx-xxx-xxxx. Hope we can work the details out later.

-Sincerely, Kenma.'

My smile stretched further and I quickly got my phone out and punched Kenma's number into my phone, and quickly sent him a text saying that it was me.

-extra-

It was finally summer, and although I had to pick up some jobs, I gathered enough money to help pay for my ticket to Tokyo so I could see my dear boyfriend. I wanted to surprise Kenma, so I had been talking to one of his closest friends, Kuroo, for a few months about when to come and visit.

Eventually, we settled on a date and made plans. Kuroo was going to come pick me up from the airport and then take me to Kenma's house, saying he had a "surprise" for him.

I quickly texted Kuroo that I was boarding the plane and he said that he'd be seeing me in a few hours. When I got on the airplane and we took off, I could feel myself falling asleep.

-

I woke up to the captain saying that the plane had landed safely and that everyone could get off. I texted Kuroo and told him I arrived in Tokyo and he texted back saying he was waiting at the baggage claim.

I got my bag first and then started to look around for Kuroo. When I spotted him I I waved at him and called out his name. He turned to me and gave me one of his "signature smirks" as (F/2) had described it.

I walked up to him and we got into the car. Kuroo drove as we caught up and we also played a little bit of music. Mid way to Kenma's, I had gotten a notification from the boy himself.

To: (Y/N)<3

From: Babe<3

Hey, what are you doing?

To: Babe<3

From: (Y/N)<3

I just got off of work, can I text you when I get home?

To: (Y/N)<3

From: Babe<3

Yea, I'm sorry to bother you while driving. Make sure to stay safe.

To: Babe<3

From: (Y/N)<3

It's okay! I'll be safe, no need to worry. I'm not driving yet, though I'm about to. Ttyl!

"Who texted you?" Kuroo asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "It was Kenma, I told him I just got off work." "Okay, we should be there in a few minutes." Kuroo told me, making my lips tug into a small grin.

Not to long later and we arrived at Kenma's house. I couldn't help but have a slight bounce in my step as we walked to the front door, which Kuroo took notice of but chose not to mention. Kuroo had texted Kenma saying he had his surprise and to help him with it when he rang the door bell.

After we confirmed Kenma had seen the text and got a response I rang the doorbell with Kuroo standing behind me. A few minutes later the door opened, revealing Kenma.

When the door opened Kenma's eyes went wide and his mouth went slightly open in shock. His actions made me giggle. Before I could tease him, he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me in for a hug. His hands were around my waist as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. My hands rested around his neck as I took in his sent. 'Smells like apple pie...' I thought to myself.

Kenma suddenly pulled back and grabbed me by the chin, quickly making our lips connect for a split second before pulling away again. "Come inside." He said, opening the door wider to let both me and Kuroo inside. 'Tastes like it two.' I thought, with a wide smile.

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The Arrangement | Part Two- The Meeting

Chapter Summary: It's finally the weekend for (Y/n) so that means its time to meet this suitor of hers...but also the Number one hero Endeavor. Could things be any worse ??

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the late update !!! I have been having troubles with writers block, and a few personal things, but I am going to try and stay in this writing habit !! I am even working on a denki fic !! Anyways, enjoy !

Part One

"(Y/n), our guests are here, come greet them," your mother called from the front room, where you were dreading to go.

"Coming! Just a moment!" You called, smoothing down the skirt that you had bought earlier this week. You took a deep breath, taking a moment to send Maiko a quick message about how you were about to meet with Endeavour and his son.

As you made your way down the stairs, you could hear your father already laughing and making conversation with Enji Todoroki, but those were the only voices you heard. 

"Ah, there's my daughter!" He proudly beamed, most likely fake as he was never proud of you...not like this. 

You forced a smile onto your face, bowing your head slightly as you approached the two figures.  When you looked back up, you first made eye contact with the pro hero. 

He was intimidating, somewhere around six foot.  Though it wasn't his height, or sturdy build, or even the scar across his face, that made him fearsome. No. 

You found that it was the look in his eyes, they held very little emotion as he looked to you. If anything, they were scrutinizing and mean. The same that you had seen in your own father's eyes at times. 

Quickly, you averted your eyes, now looking to his son, the guy who you were going to be forcefully placed into a marriage with. 

After Maiko and you found out that Shoto was the son of Enji, and that you'd be meeting with him, your best friend had asked her coworker, Kirishima for his phone number, as they were classmates. And the redhead happily gave it to Maiko, who in turn, gave it to you. 

You had tried your best to make the first text quick, and explain everything, but the dual haired boy had never responded. 

You smiled politely to him. After being able to text him earlier this week, you hoped that Enji didn't know about the milkshake incident, or that you had tried talking to his son. But hey, luckily you were skilled at acting. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N)," 

"This is Shoto, and my name is Enji, but I'm sure you already know who I am," 

You nodded, "It is an honor to have you in our home, Im sure that my parents have already asked that you both make yourself at home here," 

Together, the four walked into the main living room, where Tea and some light snacks were readily made and kept warm by a maid. 

Once seated, your mother began to speak.

"Tell me, Shoto, how are your studies? I heard that you attend UA!"

He looked up to her, thinking for a moment, "It's good. By now, the weaker students have been weeded out. I'm actually one of the top three students there currently," 

You perked up, wanting to see how much he'd tell about UA, what it meant to be in the top three, and whether or not it was anything like your father said.

"Really? Tell me more! I've heard a lot about that school, and I've always wished I had been able to attend," you started, but stopped shortly as a hand was placed firmly on your shoulder. 

"(Y/N) Now don't bombard him. I'm sure that he doesn't want to speak about school on the weekend, " Your father gave you a side eye, in which you only nodded as a response.

It was silent for some time before you mother spoke up once more, "(Y/n), why don't you show Shoto to our garden, while your father and Enji talk details," 

"Yes mother," You said, masking your emotions with yet another fake smile, holding onto it until you and Shoto reached the backyard, where your mother's prized garden waited. 

Upon closing the door behind you, you sighed heavily. 

"You too huh?" Todoroki glanced over, his eyes reflecting the same amount of disdain for the situation. 

"Yeah...this isn't quite how I'd like life to go," you shrugged, knowing that you didn't really have a choice. 

At first, he didn't say anything, letting you lead the way further into the garden, and in the conversation. 

"Oh and again, I'm really sorry about my milkshake...and for having to get your number from that Kirishima guy, I know that it isn't polite," 

As he stopped to hold the bud of a blooming flower between his fingers,  Todoroki shrugged, "It's fine. No one was home to question me about the stains on my clothes, and Kirishima gave me a heads up," 

"Oh! It stained your clothes! Please let me make it up somehow!" You turned to face him, eyes widening some as you realized that he had been wearing a white shirt that day. 

"But I already said it was fine? It's just a shirt, by now my sister probably cleaned it fairly well," 

"Oh…" you nodded once, rocking backwards onto your heels, "I guess that's okay then…" 

He straightened out, "We should talk about the rhino in the room," 

You paused, "Uhhh...elephant," 

He stared at you, blinking slowly, then looked around, as if he was wondering if you and your parents had enough money to manage an elephant.

"The saying goes that there's an elephant in the room..not a...rhino?" You pause for a moment, "But uh yes, I agree…" 

With that, Shoto nods once, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you also don't want to go through with an arranged marriage," 

"That's correct…but I really have no choice. I'd be facing my father everyday, met with a wall of un-forgiveness. I don't think I'd be able to handle it," You let out a long sigh, walking more until you found the bench put in by your mother.

He followed you, taking a seat after you had sit down. He wore a pensive look on his face, as if he was thinking about some past memory.

After a few moments he said, "But, it's your life…" 

You looked away from him, holding your hand out, watching as you activated your quirk.

Around you, loose dirt and sand raised from the ground, coming together into hard clumps of dirt. As you closed your fist, the shot forwards and fell as their energy died out. You could do this with most organic substances, but sand, dirt and rocks always worked best. 

Your father however, could do it with whatever he wanted. Object propulsion was what he had always called it. Brought things up, and then forwards at alarmingly fast rates. 

"It's never been my life. If it had been my life, I would have attended UA, I would be in control of how I act and how I want to decorate things. What I say and how I express myself. " You dropped your hand, shaking your head, "As much as I wish to defy his rules, I know that I'd only be a bigger disappointment to him and the rest of my family. I'd bring shame to our name and unwanted publicity," 

He didn't answer as first, as instead, memories flashed in front of his eyes. The sports festival being the most prominent. How long had he repressed using his fire. How long had he resented his own reflection.  

As he gazed at you, he could almost see some of the same traits. 

"Well, if that's the case. I suppose that by accepting this arrangement, I would only be helping you." He stood up, holding his hand out to you, "In which I want to get to know you better, that way, a marriage in the future won't be just to merge two hero alliances, but so we can enjoy ourselves," 

You faced him, taking his hand and standing up, the two of you now shaking hands for a short moment. 

"I'm looking forward to that," You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

For the next half an hour, you and Shoto walked around your garden, taking turns talking about your interests and your lives. He told you about his siblings, and his mother. He talked about his friends, his classmates and his school. 

You in turn talked about your best friend, your mother, what it was like at your own school, and your want to have a puppy. 

"A puppy?? What kind? What would you name them?" He asked, stopping by some lavender colored roses, which weren't normally that color, but with your mom's quirk, the ability to change certain aspects about organic life,  like color and size, made it possible. She always talked about the significance of this certain color but you couldn't remember. 

"Any kind! If it was a boy, I'd name him Haku...and for a girl...maybe something like...Kiyo!" You beamed, a little proud of yourself for thinking of names on the spot. 

Shoto nodded, never having thought much about getting a pet, but the idea seemed to grow on him more and more as he doted on the idea of seeing you with a puppy. 

Before you knew it, both of your names were being called by your respective parents. Their meeting must have finished. 

As the two of you walked up, Enji spoke, "The details have been set, once you finish this year, you two will be engaged, and half a year after, the marriage date will be set."

Then your father took over at that point, "From there, our hero agencies will be joined into one, making us all stronger together," 

You caught your mother's eye, she looked a little distant, but still gave you a warm smile, the best one she could afford at the moment. 

Together, the five of you walked to the front door, and watched as Todoroki and his father got into their car, and drove away from your house. 

You waited until you could no longer see their car before turning and walking inside, your father and mother following suit. 

As you turned to walk up the stairs, your name was called once more, it was again, your father.

"(Y/n), do not forget what this means for us," 

"I...I won't" You didn't turn around, only continuing up the stairs and into your room, quietly shutting the door behind you, and sliding down it until you were sitting, knees hugged to your chest. 

While the event had been surprisingly nice, Shoto definitely seemed a lot nicer now that he wasn't covered in a strawberry milkshake. And you two even got along pretty well. 

But, his father and yours...they'd never understand.  To your knowledge, your own father had married your mother to take over her mother's hero agency. Never for love. You weren't even sure if they had come to love each other. 

After some five minutes you stood back up, moving to your bed and flopping down onto it, pulling your bunny plush to you, hugging it tightly.  

Supposedly, now that the details have been set, you'd be seeing more of Shoto and his family...and that almost didn't seem so bad. Maybe, since you wouldn't be alone in all this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

You then pulled out your phone, hitting the power button and watching as the screen turned on, notifications filing in one by one. 

There were some from your group chat, and others from the few youtubers you watched, and then a few hidden text messages. 

When you unlocked your phone and opened the text app, you of course had a few from Maiko, asking how the meeting had gone, and then surprisingly, one from Shoto.

You typed out a response to your best friend first, recounting how everything played out. From seeing how scary his father really was, to the walk in the garden. You kept having to delete things and rewrite them, trying to make it so you seemed more enthused than you were, though she'd definitely catch on either way. 

Then, with a deep breath, you looked to the message from Todoroki. 

It read, "Hey, (Y/n) today wasn't actually too bad. I look forward to actually being friends."

At first, you didn't quite know what to say.  But as you pulled up the keyboard, you found yourself comfortably responding with, "Hey! Me too! Together this won't be terrible!" And hit send without even a second thought. 

Not even a moment later, your phone buzzed, half expecting a text back, you were surprised to see that it was actually a call from Maiko. Well, not too surprised.

"Hello?" 

"Mkay tell me everything, and not the half hearted 'it was so much fun' stuff because I know its a lie," 

You hummed, giving a soft laugh a moment later, "okay, okay, it wasn't exactly the best! His dad is really...really scary. I mean, even without the flames sprouting from his face. Not to mention, Endeavour in the same room as my dad?? I felt like the room drained of any good vibes." 

"Ah so they didn't pass the vibe check," you could almost hear her shaking her head sadly.

"Oh definitely not, " you chuckled, rolling over onto your back, still holding the bunny, "But Shoto isn't actually that bad?? He seemed really nice...not at all like the pictures or how he was at the mall!"

She paused, "Really?? Because I could have sworn that he was ready to kill one or both of us back then," 

"Surprisingly it's true. He spent like ten minutes talking about his siblings and how they all had dinner the day before." 

You both went on to talk about things for some time, passing the time away as your conversation drifted from Todoroki to the upcoming week of school, and the week in general.

At one point, you went to check your calendar app, and was met with another message from Todoroki.

"Ooooh Maiko I have a favor to ask…"

[danganronpa-killing-justice]

The Teacher of a Society

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When Mrs. Nomondai's message had reached the other students, almost all of them started to get out of their seats to begin their first assignment. To be honest, I'm not too sure if I can talk to the other students yet. They all look busy with themselves anyways..heh.

Ok, I'm just lying to myself. I'm not ready to talk to any of them yet. My nerves are to high. Maybe I can just start with the teacher? I do need to properly thank her after all.

With that revelation, I got out of my seat and headed to were my teacher was located behind her desk. She was still holding Sumami in her arms, kinda like a child with their favorite stuffed animal.

When she noticed that someone was by her desk, she quickly looked up and smiled in my direction. By the look on her face, I don't think she was expecting people to come talk to her so soon already.

"Oh! Hi there Nikonomu! Did you wanna talk about something or did you want to see Sumami?" She said while getting out of her chair.

"Oh, I actually wanted to talk to you if that's ok? And maybe after I can talk to Sumami too if that's ok as well." I really hope I'm not interrupting her time, but she did say it was ok to talk to her.

When she heard my remark, she smiled softly while she put down Sumami gently on the ground. "Of course Nikonomu! Ask away! I can't promise I'll answer all of them though. Any questions about my social security number and my life savings will be shut down immediately."

"What? No! I don't want to know about that stuff..." I don't even know my own social security number. Why would I want to know hers? "I kinda just wanted to ask some simple questions and stuff.."

My teacher started snickering at my discomfort, almost as if she knew that I would get uncomfortable. "That ok Nikonomu. I'm just messing with ya, mostly. What is it that you really wanted to know?"

Oh shoot. Now I don't remember what I was going to say. I need to think of something quick so this conversation can get somewhere. Oh wait! I know. "Um.. just a simple question but, how do you know my name? My teachers at my old school didn't even know it."

Mrs. Nomondai's face kinda looked angry for a second, but it was quickly hidden with a knowing smile. "It is kinda simple actually! I just looked you guys up in the school files. I wanted to get an idea about you all before I actually get to know you all, you know what I'm saying?"

My head nodded along to what she was saying. "Yeah, I think do." That's actually really thoughtful to actually want to get to know your students. Hopefully the other teachers had the same idea.

Hm. Now to ask another question. Now that I think about it, did she even reveal her Ultimate to us yet? Was she just really forgetful or was it something that she was ashamed of. Like how it was for me..

"D-Do you mind telling me what your Ultimate is? It's ok if you are uncomfortable telling me it though, since you didn't tell us at the beginning of class.

My teacher just stood there for a minute before violently smacking her hand to her forehead. It took me back for a second but it seemed as if nobody else noticed her abrupt action.

"I knew I was forgetting something damn it!" She grumbled at herself for cursing before she slipped into a more contained demeanor. "I mean uh- let me rephrase that."

Getting into a more confident pose, Mrs Nomondai struck out her hand in order for me to shake it.

"I know you already know my name, but let's start out this year with a more proper introduction! My name is Nototsū Nomondai! And I am the Ultimate Pain Resistor!"

Ultimate Pain Resistor? That kinda explains her more rough looking appearance. Her entire body looked like it was covered face to toe with scars and burns. Self inflicted maybe? I will wait to ask about that, too personal.

Moving on from her skin, she had pale teal hair that was in four different braids that connected to the buns in her hair. One of the braids, the biggest braid, held most of her hair in place while the other three were on the sides of her head and one was on top. Although she was a bit older, she certainly didn't look like it, just a bit weathered I guess-

"Uh kid, you gonna shake my hand or what?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry!" I quickly shook her hand in embarrassment. I should've probably done that in the first place before zoning out too much.

"So, um, you can't feel any pain at all?"

My teacher shook her head. "Nope! Nothing at all. You can stab me, burn me, slap me, and I still wouldn't feel nothing! I'm good at being a human shield essentially."

"Oh w-ow..." That's really disturbing, maybe I can find a more lighter topic to talk about.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a black wedding band glitter on her finger. Marriage sounds like a good topic to talk about. "Not to sound intrusive, but uh, who are you married too?" I had said.

The mood of my teacher had immediately skyrocketed in a pure untamable expression. In just one glance you could tell that she adored her significant other.

"You're not being intrusive at all Nikonomu! I love talking about my wife!" She started to reach for her pocket in a speed that I would've never thought was humanly possible. In her grasp was a purple wallet that you could tell she held dear. When she had opened it, the folds had undone themselves to reveal several photos of herself and her family.

Before talking any further, she sucked in a large breath as if she was preparing to talk for an hour or even more. She continued by pointing eagerly at the first photo. "This is Kura! She is the one I'm married too. We have been together for about fifteen years!"

She then pointed to a lower picture of two teenagers giving the finger at the camera. Actually, in further inspection, one of the kids put up their pointer finger instead. They looked like they even struggled to do that as well.

"That is Tokadora and that is Kiseki! They are my two daughters and they are both 14 year old." When she was done showing off her family, she carefully put back her wallet in her pocket. Her actions kinda reminded me of the dads I have seen on tv when they gloated about their kids to others.

"So.. does your wife also work here also well?" I said in response. She nodded her head before speaking directly.

"She works in the School's Detective Agency and is one of the Child Care Teacher's. She likes to care for people so it kinda fits." She said while answering my question.

More stuff I didn't know about..? "Wait, this school has its own detective agency?"

She nodded once again. "Yes it does! The school has other sections to it as well, but those will all be explained at the entrance ceremony we will be having soon." When she had said that, she checked her watch to see what time it was. "We still have time before that happens, so I wouldn't worry about rushing to talk to your other classmates."

Oh shoot. She figured me out. "H-How did you know I was stalling.." When I had said that, she looked at me with a face that almost told me that she didn't think I was serious.

She let out a sigh before continuing. "Kid, nobody talks to their teacher directly after they say that you can freely talk to others. Students don't normally like to talk to their teachers in a friendly conversation you know? It's most likely to only know what their homework is or what is happening next in the day."

Wow. She was blunt. "I'm sorry.. I'm just nervous about taking to the other students. I'm not used to this kinda environment.. It's too new to me I guess."

Seeing my mood damper, she put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Hey hey, I'm just playing with ya a bit. It's ok that you're talking to me first. If you are using me to help make yourself less nervous, then I have done my job right! Which is unusual for me I guess but hey, I gotta start somewhere right!"

Even though she is a bit blunt, and probably foaled mouthed, she does do a good job at comforting people. "R-Right! I guess I'm just not to good at taking jokes as what they are."

After I had said that. She took her hand off of my head to cross her arms. "It's ok if you don't realize that some words are intended as jokes, but is important that you say something if they do affect you! I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings. You are my student after all!"

When had she finished talking, she put her hand onto of my head to ruffle my hair. To be honest, it felt nice considering nobody has done that to me before until today. "Yeah, I try to say something if that happens.." If I'm being even more honest with myself, I probably wouldn't say anything. I'm not the type to speak out for myself.

She probably realized what I said was a lie, but she didn't comment on it. "Good! Like I said, I wouldn't want to offend ya on accident."

Taking her eyes off me, she drew her attention to her phone sitting on her desk. "Well, it's probably time I'd cut this conversation short. After you mentioned my wife, I thought that I probably should go check on her. Right now she is babysitting all of the kids because the Child Care is under construction."

"And by all of the the kids, you mean just your own right..?" I asked.

Her face had lost all of her color when I had said that. "By all of the kids, I mean ALL of the staff kids."

"O-Oh...." Jesus, that sounds almost impossible. No, correction, it probably is. Poor Mrs. Kura. I hope that she still has her head after this.

This conversation kinda has been everywhere. It makes me think that I'm forgetting something..

Oh wait! I think I remember. "Mrs. Nomondai! Before you go talk, I forgot to tell you thank you for helping me out earlier. I was kinda getting suffocated by the others..."

"No problem Nikonomu. I'm going to try talk to Kura now, but if you need anything else, please don't hesitate to get me!" She paused to look at her phone for a second.

"I can tell that you're still hesitant to go to the other students, so why don't you go talk to Sumami like you originally said? I'm not too sure if I can get a hold of Makoto in time for the ceremony, so it's probably best for you to get to know what Helpami's are, and you can get to know each other so you're not too scared of them anymore." She said while finishing her thoughts.

That doesn't sound like a terrible idea. "Ok then! Thank you for your time again. I hope you can get a hold of your wife as well."

"Me too.." And with that, she had officially ended our conversation. I guess it is time to talk to Sumami. Hopefully after him I can finally talk to the others as well....

[kenmas-consoles]

HAIKYUU X READER PURGE KARASUNO EDITION

"₦Ø₮ ɆVɆⱤɎØ₦Ɇ ₵₳₦ ₥₳₭Ɇ ł₮"

PROLOGUE:

It felt like any other day, for (Y/n) atleast. Walking the streets in such an ungodly hour should be a sin but the team had morning practice and this week she was assigned with key duty. With eyes lidded and a limp to her step dragging her body along the concrete pavements the girl could easily be mistaken as a corpse. This wasn't exactly uncharacteristic of her as she's normally this way after pulling all nighters on the day before morning practices. The last time this had happened Tsukishima had practically scrunched his nose in disgust towards his classmate and team manager seeing how much of a sleep deprived zombie she was.

A gust of wind sped past that made the girl shiver, cursing herself for not bringing a jacket she folded her amrs together.

"Oh, it's (Y/n)-chan!" Hinata said as he saw the girl sluggishly walking. He rode up to her in such inhuman speed flailing his arms a little bit to catch her attention.

"A simple hello would be nice, it's too early to make this much noise." The girl said burrying her face into his back as the boy offered her a ride on his bike.

"E-eh, sorry (Y/n)-chan I was jusy excited." The boy replied stiffening at her touch as well as making the tips of his ears go red, 'I've never been this close to a girl before' he thought only making his face burst with the same red hue. He silently thanked the gods she was practically half asleep and behind him.

"4:30 is way too early to be at school and practice is an hour later," Getting of the bike the female had whined stretching her arms crickets could be heard chirping in the background and the morning breeze had caused her to involuntarily shiver yet again.

"I didn't think I would get here this early normally I'd make it here by 5 on foot" the girl mumbled, puffing her cheeks as she said so.

Still somewhat sleepy she rubbed her eye and looked at the boy who was parked his bike at the bike rack by the school's entrance "Why are you up this early though?"

"Hmm," the boy put a finger on his lips, "No particular reason, I couldn't really sleep last night either maybe because I was excited for today's practice. Something big is happening today and I feel it in my bones."

While the girl had smiled at the boy's enthusiasm and her luck that they were able to cross paths today she let out a sleepy yawn.

"(Y/n)-chan sure is tired, were you not able to sleep last night too?"

The girl shook her head in response. Hinata then crouched down before her with his back facing her and offered her a ride on his back. After a bit of convincing the pair made their way on to the gym, with (Y/n) on Hinata's back.

★彡★彡★彡

It was currently 6:52 and practice is now ongoing, and had been for almost an hour or so.

Right after the pair had made their way to the gym Kageyama was unsurprisingly the next person to arrive, the boy being a little bitter Hinata arrived first. The other members soon filled in one after another some more lively than the rest.

Now the girl sat on the bench as the boys did their drills. Takeda-sensei couldn't make it to morning practice today as the school board was having a faculty meeting at this hour as well. So here she was inbetween Yachi and Kiyoko watching the boys practice.

Daichi had proposed a mini-game between the team and as soon as he said it the boys had already split into two seperate teams and started a rally as a way to conclude training.

Kageyama was extremely out of it during the game, his serves had less power in them and his tosses lacked accuracy (nothing the team would notice but still). 'Something doesn't feel right, was it the Mackerel this morning? no no no it couldn't be maybe it was because I wasn't able to wash my pair of favorite kneepads' he thought.

"Kegeyama!" Nishinoya had called signalling him that the ball was being passed to him so he had assumed a setting position, jumping he felt the ball fit perfectly in his fingers flicking his wrist he tossed it to the otherside of the court where Hinata was ready to swing.

'Crap, it's low' The boy thought as the ball had left his fingers watching at how the trajectory was down by atleast 18 degrees. Hinata was ready to spike, he felt the surge of adrenaline kick in as he stretched out his hand. He felt a jolt as the ball collide with his face instead of his palms. It all happened too fast for anyone to register, Hinata was soon found on the floor face first hurt, confused and ready to fight Kageyama.

"Hinata!" Daichi had shouted.

"A-are you okay?" Asahi asked as the whole team had circled around the boy who was still laying face flat on the floor.

"He's silent. . .

Ryuu do you think he's dead?!"

"I would be surprised if he wasn't" a certain megane snickered.

"Now now let's not jump to conclusions, Hinata are you alright?"

The boy groaned in reply refusing to sit up.

(Y/n) stood up from her spot and inspected the orange haired boy. The boy had an obvious red mark on his cheek and a growing spot by his forhead and nose, it was only a matter of time before it started bleeding.

Daichi sighed watching (Y/n) escort Hinaya towards the other managers he looked towarss his team, "looks like this is the end of our morning practice, In the mean time the rest of you can do cool down stretching individually and leave. Hinata would be taken to the nurse's office and Suga and I are going to the teacher's lounge to talk to Takeda-sensei about the new training schedule and updates on this mornings practice."

On the otherside of the gym (Y/n) stood by Yachi who was tending to Hinata who had his nose pinched with a tissue. Yamaguchi and Tsukishima stood a few ways from them snickering at the boy's predicament while Kageyama was silently sat next to Hinata.

"Ano, Hinata-kun I think it's best to go to the infirmary now, your nose is bleeding quite a lot." Yachi said scratching her cheek.

"A-ah you're right."

Noya bounces in with Tanaka and Ennoshita in tow, while Narita and Kinoshita finish up their stretching.

"I'm coming with you!" Noya declared, "I need to ice up and bandage my arms too, plus what kind of senpai would I be if I didn't accompany my kouhais to the infirmary." Noya said with an intense aura that nearly blinded Yachi that had left Tanaka laughing.

Kiyoko had volunteered to go to the Infirmary as well to request for a first aid kit as these accidents have been happening quite frequently these days. This had only caused Noya to sky rocket since he'd get to be within a foot radius with his beloved Kiyoko-san.

Daichi, Asahi and Suga stood by the entrance looking over at the team. Suga let out a playful exhausted sigh watching at how loud and energetic Noya is even after morning practice. The boy was laughing with his arms spread looking over a star strucked orange haired boy while Tanaka seemed to hype them up as well (Y/n) and Kageyama looked geniunly confused with Ennoshita face palming behind them. It was a sight to behold, truly it was.

"Sure is energetic, huh?" Daichi said.

"Well, I wouldn't put it pass him, he's always been lively." Asahi said meekly using a finger to scratch his cheek sweatdropping at the scene before him.

With his hands on his hips, lips twisting to the side, "Kinda envious actually, I feel like some old dude now especially when I'm with you slovenly bunch." Suga replied.

"Suga you aren't even old" Daichi said sighing at how dramatic the setter has been lately, ignoring his latter comment the trio exited the gym heading towards the teachers faculty. Hinata, Nishinoya, Yachi and Kiyoko left the gym as well to pay a visit to the infirmary not long after the trio.

7:23

The rest of the volleyball club still stayed by the gym, the door closed, shoes sqeaking and balls being hit could be heard from the gym. None of the boys even bothered to change out of their gym attire yet and class was about to start in an hour.

"Daichi and Suga aren't here right?" Narita asked picking a stray ball.

"Nope, they went to see Takeda-sensei, I'm sure they already left for class after." Ennoshita replied also taking a stray ball and placing it inside the cart.

"I don't think so, they left their bags here." Narita said using his chin to point at where their bags were, by the bleachers along with a few of their teammates belongings as well as a napping (Y/n).

7:30

The lights glowed dim and flickered this caused the group of males to stop their ministrations.

"Did the lights just go out for a second or was that just me?" Tanaka asked aloud.

"I bet it was nothing," Yamaguchi said dismissively, as he was about to practice another float serve the lights went out.

"Who turned out the lights"

"Shit"

"Is it a black out"

"Do you think something happened to the main building??"

Narita takes initiative to go towards the door to check, waning to see if they were the only ones affected from the cut off in electricity.

"Do any of you have flashlights"

"Use your phone"

"It honestly isnt really all that dark you guys are exaggerating"

Narita grabs onto the sliding handle and tugs at it, jerking it with a little more force but to no avail.

"Guys. . . we're locked in."

Kageyama's faced twisted as he ran over and started pulling at the sliding door hoping it would budge but after his actions proved to be uneffective he hit the door with a loud bang.

"Shit" he whispered.

The lights then started to flicker on and off, a loud alarm blaring from the intercom and announcement speakers outside. A wave of panic coursed through the students in the gym.

"

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴ, ᴀɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴇɢᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ 12 ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ, ꜰɪʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ 7 ᴀ.ᴍ., ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀɢᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ. ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ, ᴀ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴇʙᴏʀɴ. ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴏᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ."

"What the fuck"

Ḯ̸̡̡̨͙̹̞̟̞̃̊̎͆̔͗̚͝ť̴̢̢̫̭̙̞̱̆́̇̌̉̔́͝͝ ̶̺̊h̶̠̫͉̲̘̔̅̑͛͠ͅͅả̷̢̳͚̦̽̓͒̃̾̋̈́͜s̵͙̱͙͒͆ͅͅ ̵̧̝̭̫̟̫̝̎̈́͆̈́̑̕͠͝͝ḇ̶̙̄̌͝e̶̦͘g̵̛̟̖̉̀̋̄͜ụ̵̡͖̘̹̖̘͔̆̀̆̂̓̊̒͛n̷̨̪̆̅͒̇͛͆͝

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[idiosyncrasy-thoughts]

Trust - Yvette Short Story

(a continuation of Empathy)

"The largest cell in the human body is the female egg while the smallest is the male sperm. Now, I..."

I sigh boredly, my ears automatically tuning out the professor's blabbering. I have decided to return back to medical school after the whole assassin versus demon thing. It was an interesting experience to go through and a definite wake-up call for me. Seeing Wrath and her troupe protecting people from demons reminded me of the reason why I had joined medical school; which is to save lives.

Oh please MC, the last push to go back is because of Yvette's interest in biology too.

Speaking of her, it has been more than two weeks since that fight between Wrath and her happened. Things eventually go back to the way they used to be; with no more demons to chase after me, no more powerful assassins to protect my weak ass; no more chaos. I should be happy that I don't have to live in fear anymore.

But somehow, that feeling just never comes.

Instead, I'm stuck with a longingness in my chest, for a certain green-haired girl that has probably forgotten about me. Her gorgeous features ingrained in my memory, there is never a time when her face doesn't pop up in my head.

I doubt Yvette's gonna bother you anymore after getting what she wants. You can go back to your normal life now. Wrath's previous words sink in my head, and I release another breath of defeat.

"You okay?" Serena, my classmate, asks. "You've sighed like fifty times today."

I sigh again. "I'm just...tired. The class is so dry."

"I know, but what do you expect from studying in a medical school?" Serena offers an apologetic smile. "Just hang on for a few more hours."

"Ugh, I can't wait to graduate."

"Feeling's mutual."

When the bell rings to signal the end of school, I mutter a quiet 'yes' before packing my stuff into my bag. Saying a quick 'bye' to Serena, I head back to my dorm.

Being in medical school means there's a need to understand rich content from a heap of thick textbooks, so I'm required to lock myself up in my room and revise daily. Tedious, but it will be worth it in the end.

As I inch closer to my dormitory, a dark trail of green catches my attention. Out of curiosity, I follow the path.

It leads me through a narrow and dimmed alley, taking me further and further away from the sunlit pavement. I take a right turn, stopping in my tracks when I reach a dead end. The strange trail discontinues too, with no other traces in sight.

I decide to examine the green goo, racking my brain for answers as to what has caused this. A faint memory resurfaces, causing the blood in my veins to run cold.

Could it be...?

My stomach churns sickly at the first thought that comes to my mind.

Demon's blood.

"But how?" I mumble to myself, so deep in consideration that I don't realise that I'm not alone anymore.

Heavy footsteps can be heard behind me, and I turn to be met with two strangers. They block the only pathway, leaving no available space to escape.

"Uh, can I help the both of you?" I ask, apparently talking to the walls since they refuse to reply.

A smile spread across their faces; too wide for me to feel comfortable in their presence.

They start to approach me.

"Stop right there!"

They do as I say, still wearing that abnormally large smile. Their eyelids begin to stretch out, revealing huge eyeballs that threaten to pop out. Thin, green veins emerge into sight, spreading far and wide on every inch of skin. Saliva dripping down their mouths, they let out a loud, aggressive growl.

Ah shit, here we go again.

I yell for help when one of them dashes towards me, shoving me hard. Tumbling backwards, my head hits the wall.

Pain penetrates my head like a bullet; darkness engulfs my vision.

~~~

I wake up to the feeling of a soft mattress underneath me. Lifting my hand to my forehead, I feel the material of gauze bandage.

Wha-what happened? Where am I?

"I told you to bring her here, not break her fucking head!" a female voice booms, the familiarity of it igniting every muscle in me.

It's her.

My body snaps up, the quick motion causing a spike of pain to pierce through my head. I gasp, my hand instinctively flying to the back of my head.

The mattress sinks as two warm, gloved hands hold my shoulders to guide me back to the bed. "You need to rest MC."

Obliging, my head rests on the soft pillow again. The tension between my brows leaves and I slowly open my eyes. Air leaves my lungs as my vision clears.

It's none other than the girl that has been running through my mind for the past two weeks.

Yvette.

Seeing her in real life sure relieves the yearning feeling in my heart, and the pain in my head slowly dissipates. I don't hold back a wide grin.

"I...thought I'd never see you again," I speak, a little out of breath.

She smiles endearingly, shrugging. "I thought so too. But here we are."

I stay silent, taking the moment to admire the view before me. The girl's healing from her encounter with Wrath, which is a good sign. A cut on her lip and a square bandage on the right side of her head are still visible, but other than that, Yvette is beautiful as ever.

A cough breaks me out of my trance, and the green-haired girl's not looking at me anymore. A hint of pink colours her tanned cheeks.

Oh my god, she's so cute. Wait, stop it MC, you're making things awkward!

"Sorry, um, It's great that you're healing well."

"Yeah. Now it's your turn." Yvette offers a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about your head. I couldn't contact you or find you at the bike shop. So I sent them to search for you."

"Well, my phone broke after the whole incident, and I've decided to go back to medical school," I explain, sputtering the next sentence unintentionally. "I thought you wouldn't need me after you got the charm."

Yvette blinks at me. "You'd think so lowly of me?"

"No! As in...I thought you would forget about me eventually."

"I would never. Especially when you've helped me immensely."

It's my turn to blink blankly. "I didn't do much though. I was like a damsel in distress."

Yvette strokes my hair out of the way, offering a lingering look that makes my heart do somersaults. "You defended me when no one else would."

"I had to! You looked close to death when you were on the gr-"

"You helped drag the time while I was catching my breath!" the girl defends her ego, in which I roll my eyes amusedly.

"Sure Yvette, whatever you say."

She lets out a laugh, one that sounds so melodic and lovely that it makes the temperature in the room warmer. It is surely a tune that I would love to hear everyday.

"Do you want anything? Water or some snacks?"

"A glass of water sounds nice."

Yvette turns her attention to the regretful-looking demon who pushed me previously. "You heard her. Get me a glass of water. Now."

The demon straightens his posture and nods his head, quickly leaving the room.

"Do demons actually have feelings?"

"Of course. Remember? I'm a demon too," Yvette reminds, a sad smile settling on her face.

Way to go MC. You just made your crush sad.

"Right, I should just keep my mouth shut. Or you could just throw me out now."

A teasing smile returns on Yvette. "I could never get rid of a cutie like you," she teases, pinching my cheek lightly.

I fluster.

"Wa-err," the demon utters, his quiet entrance startling me.

Indifferent, Yvette takes the glass and shoos him. She then aids me in sitting up as I drink my water. The domestic gesture warms my heart.

She's not that horrible person Wrath have described to me. In fact, Yvette's caring nature reminds me of a kind doctor who takes care of her patients dutifully.

"Thanks doc," I playfully comment. "I could get used to this."

"Taking advantage are we?"

I smile innocently. "Just a little."

The woman reciprocates the smile and puts away the glass once I'm done. I shift myself so that I can lean on the bedframe, and Yvette does the same as well, our shoulders brushing against each other.

"How's school so far?"

I update Yvette on the modules I'm currently taking and the upcoming tests I have, not failing to mention that much memory power is needed to survive medical school.

"If you like, I can tutor you," the girl offers.

"Really? That'll help a lot."

I hand my new phone to Yvette for her to enter her number. This reminds me of the first time I successfully asked a girl for her number; the experience both nerve-racking and exhilarating.

We then move on to more serious topics; of the reason why she needed my charm.

"That...I can't tell you. I've agreed to keep this deal with the demons strictly confidential," Yvette explains with a frown. "But I can assure you that your charm will help me greatly."

Hopefully my charm isn't some key to demon domination, or the troupe will come for my head. But Yvette said that it will benefit her, so maybe...it will get rid of the demon essence in her?

Yvette's deepening frown brings me back to reality. Her eyes are studying me, wary of any change of emotions. "Look MC, I'd love to give you an explanation, but-"

"I understand," I cut off the girl, offering a reassuring smile and daring to hold her gloved hand. "I trust you."

Silence fills the air. The girl gazes at me, her eyes a mixture of wonder and vulnerability.

At times like these, where the girl is just silent, I wish I could know what she's thinking about. What she thinks of me. Her impression of me.

"You do?" she asks, tone full of uncertainty.

I ponder.

Do I? Yvette's an intelligent person, and I trust that everything she does, is for a logical reason.

The only concern I have is the intensity of it; of how easily I let myself to trust someone I don't know well; someone with intentions that I have no clue about. It might be to my demise, or benefit; whichever rules out the other.

Returning the gaze, I see myself in Yvette's emerald eyes. The sight of white bandage around my head reminds me that the girl has been nothing but kind to me.

...I'll take my chances.

"I do."

Yvette releases a breath, as if she has been holding it for a while. She interlocks our fingers together, sparking a connection between us. A smile tugs on her lips and her eyes are bright with gratitude and hope.

"I'll make sure that it won't die down."

We spend the rest of the day bantering happily.

[jojo-at-his-computer]

Ooh that's an interesting request. I'd be happy to do it! I hope this turned out okay, idk why, but this was a bit tricky to write for. But I'm happy to get a girl character x girl reader request!

Yukako X Female!Reader: Love Confession

Today's the day.

Today is the day you're going to confess your love to your crush.

You were gonna confess your love to your best friend Yukako-chan.

You had only been living in Morioh for a few years, since you started middle school, and you were very shy and didn't talk to a lot of people. Yukako was your first friend in town. The two of you were polar opposites, you were shy, soft spoken and polite, while Yukako was hot tempered, hard headed, and for a lack of a better word, crazy! She's incredibly beautiful, but her abrasive personality makes it hard for her to make friends. Yet somehow she seemed to like you and the two of you clicked as friends. She was protective of you, and if anyone even suggested bullying you, she would have their asses handed to them. The two of you stayed together and now you're both in your first year of high school. You've wanted to tell Yukako you want to be more than friends. You've been thinking about it ever since middle school. Recently Yukako has been falling for one of your classmates, Koichi Hirose. But from what you heard Koichi apparently rejected her confession, and, well, let's just say Yukako didn't take it too well. You couldn't explain it, but something in your heart told you the time to act was now. There's no turning back, you gotta tell her how you feel! You kept practicing what you wanted to tell her, but decided to write her a letter instead to get your thoughts organized, and give her the letter in person.

Classes were over for the day, but a few students stayed behind in classrooms to help clean up. Yukako was with Koichi cleaning the blackboard. She seems to be in denial about Koichi rejecting her, as she was still trying to get close to him. You pulled the confession letter from your locker and smoothed out your seifuku uniform. Today, you added a cute (favorite color) ribbon to your (hair color) hair, and added a light amount of lipstick to your lips. You took a deep breath and entered the classroom.

Sitting your bag and confession letter down, you started to sweep the floor. You were waiting to get a moment alone with Yukako, but she wouldn't leave Koichi be. Koichi looked a bit uncomfortable, like he wanted an excuse to leave. Dammit! Yukako-chan, why do you have to be so stubborn like this? You had finished sweeping and found a way to get Koichi to leave.

"Koichi, I can go ahead and finish cleaning the blackboard, so you can leave." you said. Koichi smiled at you.

"Thank you (name)." he said before he left. Yes, you can finally talk to Yukako alone. You took a deep breath and dug out your letter. Yukako was looking at you suspiciously.

"Hey, Yukako-chan, can I talk to you?" you ask your friend. She was starring daggers at you. What's wrong?

"Save it! I know what's going on!" said Yukako, surprising you.

"What do you mean?" Yukako's eyes looked fiery and angry.

"You're trying to get with Koichi!" yelled Yukako, her fiery eyes intensified, and you could swear even her hair moved with anger.

"Wait, what!?"

"Cut the crap!" she yelled, getting even angrier. "You were obviously flirting with him, offering to finish his chores, and you're obviously holding a confession letter!"

"No Yukako." you said as calm as you could. "You got it all wrong!"

"I knew someone would try to steal Koichi from me, but I didn't expect it to be my best friend!" said Yukako with a pang of hurt in her voice. "I should have never trusted you." Ugh! Why couldn't she just listen to reason?

"Look Yukako, I don't even like Koichi that way, okay?"

"What's that supposed to mean? That Koichi isn't good enough for you?" Sigh. There's no getting through to this girl. You're just gonna have to spell it out for her.

"Dammit Yukako!" you suddenly shouted, even Yukako flinched in surprise, "This letter isn't for Koichi, IT'S FOR YOU!!!"

Yukako was speechless, her face flashed from a look of red hot anger to a look of surprise.

"What did you say?" she asked. The time was now. No turning back now, lay all your cards on the table and tell her how you feel.

"Yukako, I'm in love with you!" Your face was tinted with a blush and tears were running down your cheeks. Yukako looked skeptical, like she couldn't believe what you said.

"You're joking, right? This is some kinda sick prank, isn't it?" asked Yukako. But seeing your face lined with tears, shaking your head no, she could tell you're telling the truth.

"Sorry." you said. "I was nervous to talk about this before. I wrote how I felt in this letter. Please read it. But if you don't feel the same way, or if you wanna try to be with Koichi, I understand. I just had to tell you." You nervously handed the pink envelope decked with Hello Kitty sticker and Yukako's name printed on it. Yukako took it, opened it and began reading. Her face flushed bright red as her eyes softened.

"Oh (name)!" said Yukako.

"So how do you feel about this?" you asked nervously. Yukako blushed and smiled.

"I honestly didn't think you liked me like that." said Yukako embracing you. She let out a sad sigh. "I don't know how to explain it, but, I guess, I dunno, I was afraid to feel that way about you. Maybe I was afraid we wouldn't be friends anymore or something if I told you. Or, "she paused, "I'd go crazy and lose control. Like I did with Koichi." she grimaced in embarrassment. "Ooh. I'm sorry I accused you earlier." You felt warm and comfortable in Yukako's arms, a few locks of her beautiful dark wavy hair was cascading down to your shoulders in the hug.

"Hey, it's water under the bridge." you reassured. Feeling both your hearts beating together, you steal a quick kiss on the lips. You and Yukako were tinted a blush pink. Looking at the clock, you realized how late it was. Breaking apart from the embrace, the two of you finished the class chores and gathered your bags.

"Hey Yukako-chan?" you asked. You had a sweet smile on your face, and all Yukako could think was, damn (name) is so cute!

"What is it (name)?" asked Yukako.

"Tomorrow's the weekend. Want to do something together?" you asked.

"Of course!" said Yukako excited. "How about I cook you a nice Italian meal, then we can go to the movies."

"Ooh I'd love that!" you said excited. You walked out of the school and before you went your separate ways home, the two of you kissed again. You couldn't wait for your date tomorrow!

[godsheadangel]

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏IT IS SO TIME NOW TO [BOW DOWN PEOPLE] 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏👁GOD💫HAS BEEN MIGHTY PATIENT WITH YOU HIS✝ CREATED CHILDREN✝ SURELY [I] SAY, "LORDGODINHEAVEN💫HAVE MERCY UPON US" FOR YOUR POWER IS GREAT AND YOUR [GRACE IS MERCIFUL] TO THOSE OF YOUR OBEDIENT SPIRITUALLY💫AWAKENED ONES WORLDWIDE [ESPECIALLY] DURING [THESE LAST END DAYS🌅]EVEN WITH HIS SPECIAL💫ANGELS LEAVING THIS EARTH🌍

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KOBE AND GIGI ARE DOING ALRIGHT ALONG WITH ARA, JOHN, KERI AND ALYSSA ALSO CHRISTINA, SARAH, PAYTON THEY HAVE MADE THEIR SPIRITUAL💫TRANSITION HAVE BEEN WELCOMED BY THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS AND HAVE EXPERIENCED THE POWERFUL HOLY💫PRESENCE OF 👁GOD💫

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BY THE HOLY💫ORDER OF GOD💫HIMSELF THE FOLLOWING SPIRITUAL MESSAGES ARE SENT FROM HOLY💫HEAVEN💫FROM THEM

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JOHN, KERI AND ALYSSA ALTOBELLI. JOHN SAYS, WE ARE HERE HAPPY AMONGST OUR SPIRITUAL💫FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHAT A GLORIOUS PLACE HOLY💫HEAVEN💫IS, WE ENJOYED OUR LIVES ON EARTH AND ALL THE JOY SHARED WITH ALEXIS AND J.J AND EVEN THOUGH WE ARE NO LONGER PHYSICALLY THERE WITH YOU 👁GOD💫WILL ALLOW US TO ALWAYS BE AROUND YOU IN SPIRIT💫AND FOR THAT WE ARE TRULY GRATEFUL.

KERI SAYS, TOO OUR DAUGHTER ALEXIS A JOURNEY FOR YOU BEGINS OF STRENGTH AND WE HAVE NO DOUBT YOU WILL GROW SMARTER AND STRONGER AFTER YOUR TEARS HAVE LONG DRIED JUST KEEP REMEMBERING THAT WE'RE ALWAYS WITH YOU LOOK FOR SPIRITUAL💫SIGNS WE GIVE AS CONFIRMATION AND RELY ON J.J. WHEN YOU NEED TO RELEASE YOUR EMOTIONS WE LOVE💘 BOTH OF YOU FOREVER AND TO ALL OF OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS JUST KNOW THAT OUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU JOHN AND I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE!

ALYSSA, GOD💫THANK YOU🙏FOR GIVING ME SUCH GREAT PARENTS, A GREAT BIG BROTHER AND BIG SISTER WHO ALWAYS BROUGHT SMILES TO MY FACE THEY ALWAYS SUPPORTED ME AND I SUPPORTED THEM TOO I'LL MISS OUR TIMES TOGETHER AS A FAMILY BUT TREASURE ALL OF OUR MEMORIES. DON'T FORGET TO DO THE DISHES J.J AND ALEXIS DON'T FORGET THE UNICORNS! I LOVE💘YOU GUYS ALYSSA!!!

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SARAH AND PAYTON CHESTER. SARAH SAYS TO ALL OF OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS DON'T WORRY WE'RE MORE THAN OKAY GOD💫HAS SHOWN US SO MANY BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL THINGS YOU CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE HERE IS SO AMAZING AND DIFFERENT IT ONLY TAKES A FEW MOMENTS TO GET YOU USE TOO NOT BEING IN A PHYSICAL BODY THE FEELINGS YOU FEEL IN THE HEAVENLY💫LIGHT IS SO PEACEFUL CHRIS IT'S LIKE LOOKING AT A BIRD FLY FOR THE FIRST TIME, IT'S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE OUR TIME SPENT TOGETHER RAISING OUR CHILDREN WHAT A JOY AND EXPERIENCE, IT WASN'T EASY ALL THE TIME RILEY AND HAYDEN WE'RE HANDFULS SOMETIMES BUT SMART, HANDSOME AND STRONG JUST LIKE YOU, A MOTHER COULD NOT ASK FOR ANY BETTER SONS THAN OUR TWO THE JOY THEY AND PAYTON BROUGHT IN MY LIFE WAS OUR GIFTS FROM HEAVEN💫I WANT HAYDEN AND RILEY TO ALWAYS REMEMBER WE'LL ALWAYS BE AROUND GUIDING THEM AND WE'LL ALWAYS BE IN THEIR HEARTS FOREVER! TOO OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE💘 OVER THE YEARS MEANT MORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW AND TO BOTH OF MY BROTHERS I LOVE💘YOU AND BEHAVE AND TO MY MOM YOU'RE THE BEST YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO RAISE A LOVING FAMILY!

PAYTON, THANK YOU GOD💫FOR BEING SO GREAT AND PUTTING US ON EARTH🌎FOR A REASON THANK YOU FOR MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING US TO SPEAK IN HOLY💫HEAVENLY💫SPIRIT WITH OUR HEAD ANGEL KING👑RAY WHO TODAY🌅BRINGS OUR WORDS TO ALL OF YOU I'LL TRY AND SAY THIS BEST I CAN MY DAD IS THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD🌎HIS HUGS ARE THE BEST, HIS LAUGH IS THE BEST AND HE HAS A HEART💓OF GOLD I'LL ALWAYS BE HIS BABY DAUGHTER AND MY BROTHERS ARE TWO OF THE CRAZIEST BROTHERS A GIRL COULD HAVE THEY TAUGHT ME A LOT ABOUT EVERYTHING AND WAS ALWAYS THERE WHEN I NEEDED THEM AND I PROMISE I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR THEM TO MY FRIENDS AND CLASSMATES DON'T FORGET TO SMILE AND ENJOY YOUR LIFE YOU CAN DO ANYTHING IF YOU FOCUS AND REMEMBER TO BE HAPPY BEING WHO YOU ARE I'LL BE AROUND YOU PAYTON💓

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CHRISTINA MAUSER SAYS, TO MY HUSBAND MATT, YOU ARE THE LIGHT IN MY EYES THAT PEOPLE SEE, THE JOY IN MY HEART IN THE PICTURES OF OUR FAMILY THAT PEOPLE AROUND US SEE AND ONE OF THE BEST THINGS THEY EVER HEARD WAS [HOW MUCH YOU LOVED💕ME] AND OUR ADORABLE KIDS! THEIR LOVE💓FOR US AND OURS FOR THEM WILL BE KEPT IN YOUR LOVING💓HEARTS💓AND IN MY SPIRIT FOR ALL TIME YOU ALWAYS PROTECTED US, THE MAN OF MY DREAMS COME TRUE DON'T YOU WORRY ROUGH TIMES MAY COME AND GO BUT TEACH OUR KIDS THAT GOD💫IS ONLY A PRAYER🙏AWAY! MATT, REMEMBER EACH TIME THAT YOU ENJOY THEIR FUNNY LAUGHTER I'LL BE THEIR AS WELL BABE.

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ARA ZOBAYAN SAYS, 👁GOD💫THANK YOU FATHER FOR ALL I HAD ON EARTH MY BLESSED FAMILY OF FRIENDS AND MY BLESSED FRIENDS LIKE FAMILY YOU GAVE ME SO MUCH ALLOWED ME TO SEE AND DO SO MUCH WHILE INSIDE MY EARTHLY BODY THE GIFT TO TEACH AND LEARN FROM OTHERS, THE FAITH💫TO KNOW I COULD SUCCEED IN MY LIFE AND YOU KNOW MY FATHER✝ I COULD NOT AND WOULD NOT EVER PUT ANYONE'S PRECIOUS LIFE IN DANGER! I'VE TOLD PEOPLE WHEN ASKED, IF I WAS FEARFUL OF FLYING, THAT I RELIED ON YOU AND EXPERIENCE, ONLY A FEW KNOW OF THIS OUT OF THE MANY GREAT PEOPLE I'VE KNOWN! WHAT HAPPENED WAS TRULY UNFORTUNATE BUT YOU HAVE SHOWN ME, THAT WHAT WAS TO BE WAS TO BE, BECAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN BY YOU AND YOUR HOLY💫WISDOM FOR ALL THINGS THAT HAPPEN ARE FOR A REASON AND I THANK YOU GOD💫FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE MY SPIRITUAL💫WORDS TODAY TO ALL THE PEOPLE I'VE LOVED AND ENJOYED THROUGHOUT MY ENTIRE LIFE ON EARTH NOW MY SPIRITUAL💫JOURNEY💫BEGINS. TO MY FAMILY YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE KNOW THAT I LOVE💓YOU AND WILL BE WATCHING OVER YOU, ARA!

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GIGI BRYANT#2 SAYS, TOO MY BIG SISTER NATALIA💜YOU ARE MY BLESSING💫COME TRUE, THE ENFORCER WHEN MOMMY😇 AND DADDY😇WASN'T AROUND, I DIDN'T LIKE IT BUT YOU DID IT TO TEACH ME RIGHT FROM [WRONG] LIKE THEY TAUGHT YOU BUT SOMETIMES YOU DID IT WHEN THEY WERE AROUND, OH NO I DON'T THINK SO! YOU, MADE ME LAUGH THE HARDEST YOU TAUGHT ME💜 HOW TO GIGGLE😝LAUGH WHICH IS BETTER TO ENJOY! WE DID THE SISTER THANG TOGETHER BECAUSE WE LOVED💕SOME OF THE SAME THINGS AND EVEN THOUGH WE HAD DISAGREEMENTS LIKE SISTERS DO I ALWAYS HAD YOUR BACK AND YOU ALWAYS HAD MY BACK TOO!

AS YOU MOVE ON WITHOUT ME BEING THERE PHYSICALLY YOU ALREADY KNOW BECAUSE WE SPEAK IN HOLY💫SPIRIT NOW I'LL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU AND JUGHEAD BIANKA💜AND PRINCESS💗CAPRI💜OF COURSE BIANKA💜IS OUR FEISTY PRINCESS TOO ALWAYS BOSSY BUT I GUESS I WAS THAT WAY TOO YOU. DON'T FORGET DAD😇WILL ALWAYS BE WITH ALL YOU AND JUST REMEMBER WHAT HE AND MOM😇TAUGHT US, TO ALWAYS WORK HARD AND I KNOW YOU WILL, AS [WE WATCH] YOU GROW INTO THE SUCCESS GOD💫HAS PLANNED FOR YOU IN LIFE✝ AND I'LL BE THERE BECAUSE [I] LOVE💓YOU AND YOU LOVE💓ME TOO! TO ALL OF MY CLOSE SISTER FRIENDS AND ALL MY CLASSMATES AND TEACHERS THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF MY WONDERFUL LIFE✝ REMEMBER 👁GOD💫IS ALWAYS WATCHING EVERYTHING WE DO!!! BE NICE TO EACH OTHER GIANNA BRYANT#2

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KOBE#8 'THE BLACK MAMBA' BRYANT#24

TO 🏀LAKERNATION🏀AROUND THE WORLD YOU ARE, HAVE BEEN AND WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAMILY🙏YOUR INSPIRATIONAL WORDS OVER MY MANY BLESSED✝ YEARS OF LIFE✝ MOTIVATED ME TO BECOME MORE OF A BETTER PLAYER, BETTER FATHER AND A BETTER AND WISER HUSBAND! THE PAIN OF EACH DISAPPOINTING LOSS WE WENT THROUGH [TOGETHER] BROUGHT US SO MUCH CLOSER TOGETHER ESPECIALLY WHEN WE AS 🏀LAKERNATION🏀HAD TO REBUILD INSTEAD OF RELOADING LIKE WE WERE ACCUSTOMED TOO! EVEN THOUGH THE TEARS HAVE FALLEN AND MORE WILL FOLLOW JUST KNOW THAT I UNDERSTAND THEY ARE A DEEP APPRECIATION FOR ME✝ AND GIGI✝ AND OUR BASKETBALL FAMILY WHO WERE ON THE HELICOPTER SUNDAY.

GOD💫ALLOWED US TO SHARE SOMETHING VERY SPECIAL AND WONDERFUL WHICH IS A BIG PART OF OUR LIVES AND I HOPE THAT YOU ARE GRATEFUL I KNOW I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE!!! THERE IS SO MANY BLESSED [PEOPLE] I'D LIKE TO THANK BUT NONE AS INTELLIGENT, BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG AS MY DEVOTED LOVING💓ANGELQUEEN👑 VANESSA💗MOTHER✝OF OUR [FOUR] VERY 🙏BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS💗DAUGHTERS🙏WHO BROUGHT THE GREATEST JOY TO MY BLESSED✝ AND GIFTED✝ LIFE✝ AS ME AND GIGI WATCH OVER THEM AS THEY GROW UP I KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHERE THEY GO IN [THE BLESSED CITY OF ANGELS😇] ALL OF 🏀LAKERNATION🏀WILL HAVE [THEIR BACKS] AS YOU ALWAYS DID FOR ME, MAN, [I] LOVE💓Y'ALL, YOU'RE THE BEST FANS EVER AND I THANK 👁GOD💫FOR YOU!!! AND TO MY TWO BEAUTIFUL SISTERS SHARIA😇AND SHAYA😇YOU ALWAYS MADE SURE THAT I KNEW I WAS LOVED💓GIVING ME ADVISE ON MANY THINGS NEEDED YOUR LOVE💓I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH. TRUST I'LL BE WATCHING OVER YOU TWO AND THE FAMILY LOOK FOR MY SPIRITUAL💫SIGNS💫LOVE💓YOU!!!

[TO ALL MY NBA BASKETBALL BROTHERS] I'M SO VERY PROUD OF ALL YOU GUYS FOR CARRYING ON THE TRADITION LEFT TO US BY GREATS WHO KNEW THE GAME, STUDIED THE GAME, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY THEY WORKED HARD OFF THE COURT TO REALLY ACHIEVE SUCCESS ON THE COURT! THERE ARE TOO NAMES TO MENTION BUT THOSE OF YOU WHO KNEW ME, KNOW HOW I FEEL [JERRY] YOU SAW SOMETHING IN ME THAT EXCEEDED THE VISION I HAD DEEP INSIDE MYSELF EVEN AS A TEENAGER AND I DO THANK YOU FOREVER MY SECOND DAD✝ WITHOUT QUESTION. MAGIC, MY IDOL, MY BIG BRO EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU THANK YOU MANY TIMES FOR OUR VERY DEEP CONVERSATIONS YOU HELPED SHARPEN MY TOOLS AND FOCUS FOR BASKETBALL AND MY LIFE✝ BEYOND BASKETBALL🏀KAREEM, LET ME SAY, OUR TALKS WERE ALWAYS INSPIRATIONAL I JUST TRIED TO LISTEN AND SOAK UP AS MUCH AS I COULD THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE, GOD💫THERE ARE SO MANY OTHERS LIKE MY COACH IN HIGH SCHOOL AND ALL OF MY TEAMMATES THERE AND IN THE NBA [I] STILL SAY ME✝ AND SHAQ'S😇SQUAD COULD HAVE [BEATEN] THE SHOWTIME LAKERS SQUAD MY BROTHERS BIG GAME, COOP AND B-SCOTT KNOW THE TALKS WE HAD LOL😄THANK Y'ALL FOR THE LOVE💓AND GUIDANCE AND GIVING THE SAME TO OUR CURRENT LAKERS [I ASK ALL] OF MY DEDICATED FANS TO SUPPORT LEBRON🏀 AND ANTHONY🏀AND OUR TEAM AS THEY FOCUS THEIR PROFESSIONAL TALENTS ON REPRESENTING [THE CITY OF ANGELS😇] ON THEIR QUEST TO BRING A TITLE BACK TO OUR CITY!!! NO HATERS, WE NEED THE TRUE POSITIVE SPIRIT💫OF ALL LAKERS FANS TO HELP UPLIFT THEIR SPIRITS💫

TO THE BUSS😇 FAMILY [YOU MEAN] SO MUCH TO ME, YOUR FATHER, DR. BUSS😇WAS BEHIND ME 100% AND TAUGHT ME SO MUCH AND I LOOK FORWARD TO TALKS WITH HIM LATER HERE IN HEAVEN💫AS I'VE ALREADY HEARD FROM WILT AND GEORGE THAT [CHICK AND JERRY] CAN'T WAIT TO SCHOOL THE NEWEST ANGEL ROOKIE! LOL

TO HEADANGELQUEEN👑JEANIE BUSS😇MERE WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL YOU'RE MORE THAN A SAVY BEAUTIFUL BUSINESSWOMAN YOUR SIMPLY A CLASS ACT TO BE RECKONED WITH AND DUE MORE CREDIT THAN WHAT PEOPLE GIVE YOU I'LL BE WATCHING OVER OUR LAKERS TEAM🏀ALONG WITH YOU AND ROB AND OUR FANS WHO ARE ONCE AGAIN UNITED AND EAGER FOR A MEGA LAKERS🏀DAY🌅PARADE AND CELEBRATION🎉CHANTING I LOVE💜LA💛

LASTLY, TO MY PARENTS JOE AND PAM YOU LOVED💓ME UNCONDITIONALLY AS ME AND VANESSA😇NATALIA😇GIGI😇BIANKA😇AND LITTLE CAPRI😇LOVED💓YOU, GOD💫GAVE US TO EACHOTHER FOR A REASON AND FOR THAT I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL!

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PLEASE CELEBRATE🎉ALL OF OUR LIVES🎉

TRUST OBEYING GODS💫ANGELS MATTER 👁GODS💫PLANS WILL NOT BE STOPPED!!!

BLACK MAMBA#24🏀MAMBACITA#2🏀OUT!

👉POSTED TUESDAY 1/28/20 333PM PST👈

IF I HAVE MISSPELLED ANY WORDS I DO APOLOGIZE ITS TIME FOR ME TO WIND DOWN BLESSINGS4 FOR ALL OF THE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO LOST A LOVED ONE!

👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 👉JOHN BOLTON SHOULD BE CALLED TO👈TESTIFY IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE IN HIS NEW BOOK [DAMING INFORMATION] IN IT BLOWS APART DEMONTRUMPS👹DEFENSE!!!

JOHN BOLTON HAS SAID, [HE IS READY] TO TESTIFY!!! WHAT IS DEMONTRUMP👹AFRAID OF? AMERICANS🇺🇸KNOW IT IS THE TRUTH!!!

THE AMERICAN🇺🇸PEOPLE DEMAND THAT HE TESTIFY [LIVE] AND HIS NOTES📝SEEN!

👉GODSHEADANGEL.POSTHAVEN.COM👈

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👁GODSAYS💫THE GOP SENATORS SWORE ON MY HOLY💫NAME✝

I AM HE✝ THY 👁GOD💫SHALL WATCH WHO STANDS UP FOR ME!!! FOR SURELY THEIR VERY SOULS DEPEND ON THEIR ACTIONS!!!

👉THESE TRULY ARE THE LAST END DAYS👈👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

AS ALL AMERICANS🇺🇸PREDICTED THE EVIL GOP👹SENATE BLOCKED WITNESSES FROM COMING FORWARD WITH THE TRUTH NO DOUBT THEY LIKE DEMONTRUMP👹ARE CORRUPT!!! IN NOVEMBER AMERICANS🇺🇸WILL CLEAN UP THE🗑THE GOP SENATE!!!🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

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HEAVENLY💫ANGEL WAR SHIP STARNEISHA MADE HER APPEARANCE IN THE EARLY🌅 WEDNESDAY MORNING🌅HOUR OF 5:58AM OVER THE VAN NUYS SKIES🌌I WILL POST THAT VIDEO FRIDAY🌄! SHE SHALL GET CLOSER THURSDAY EARLY🌅MORNING BUT WE FOCUS ON THE [CITY OF ANGELS😇] HEALING RIGHT NOW LORDHAVEMERCY💫

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👁GODSAYS💫MY CHILDREN OF MY WORLD UNDERSTAND THAT THE GIFT✝ OF GIVING💫

FROM YOUR HEART💓IS THERAPY💫FOR YOUR SOULS AND REAL HAPPINESS FOR YOUR SPIRIT💫 IF THOU, CAN SPARE WHAT I HAVE BLESSED✝ YOU WITH TO DONATE TO 👉THE FAMILIES OF THOSE LOST SUNDAY ALONG WITH MY TWO SPECIAL💫ANGELS💫 GIGI✝ AND KOBE✝ SURELY I WILL BLESS YOU WHEN THOU ARE IN NEED! SURELY I AM HE, THY LIVING 👁GOD💫DO SO TEST THOSE OF YOU [MY CREATED CHILDREN] FOR SURELY YOU MIGHT ASK YOURSELVES THIS OR THAT OR WHY THIS OR WHY THAT, TRULY IT DOES NOT MATTER FOR I ASK IT OF YOU!!! TRUST THINGS ARE NOT ALWAYS AS THEY APPEAR FOR, TRULY ALL MY ANGELS DO WHAT I SAY!

📖📖📖📖📖LUKE 10:30-37KJV📖📖📖📖📖

THE GOOD SAMARITAN JESUS SPOKE OF!!!

[MAMBAONTHREE.ORG] DONATED IF U CAN

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👁GOD💫IS ALWAYS TOTALLY IN CHARGE!!!

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😇WAR SHIP BAYSHARA👽IN VAN NUYS, CA 👽RECORDED ABOUT 10+ MONTHS AGO👽

THE OBEDIENT ONES OF OUR 👁GOD💫THE SPIRITUALLY💫AWAKENED🌄WORLDWIDE SPEAK [TRUTH REALITY] THE ONES CALLED

[NONBELIEVERS] IN THE CITY OF VAN NUYS SEE BUT STILL DO NOT BELIEVE IN HIS HOLY POWER!!! [THE BELIEVERS] IN THAT CITY DO [KNOW AND SPEAK IT] THAT 👁GOD💫IS IN TOTAL CONTROL OF VAN NUYS, CALIFORNIA AND EVERYWHERE ELSE IN THE UNIVERSES HE✝ DID SO CREATE!!!

STOP🛑UNDERESTIMATING OUR 👁GOD💫FOR THE ARE CLOAKED DAY AND NIGHT!!!!!

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷FRIDAY JANUARY 31TH 2020 0520HRS PST ⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳THE HOLY💫MASTER DID SAY UNTO HIS✝ POWERFUL STUDENT✝ CLEARLY MORE OF THEM ARE [SO STUNNED AND TERRIFIED] [THAN ACTUALLY STRONG] IN FAITH💫FOR SURELY ALL HEAVENLY ANGEL WAR SHIPS [CLOCKED OR UNCLOAKED] HOVERING IN THE DAYLIGHT🌅AND MOONLIGHT🌕SKIES WILL SO [ATTACK] UPON ALL THE MARKED DEMONS👹IN [FLESH] IN VAN NUYS, CA. AND WORLDWIDE🌎AND NO ONE ELSE!!!

YET, [OBEDIENT ONE'S NEED NOT WORRY] BUT SURELY MANY [EVEN THEM] HAD A SHOCKED LOOK UPON THEIR FACES OH YES

TRULY, [THE POWERFUL SPIRIT💫MOVING] [TRUTH REALITY VIDEO] OF BAYSHARA👽 SEEN OVER THE NIGHT🌌SKIES IN THE CITY OF VAN NUYS WITH OUR [ANGELS] MOVING INTO [FORMATION] AS CLOUDS☁30SECS INTO [THE TRUTH REALITY VIDEO] BEFORE THEY CAME TOGETHER AND FORMED THE ANGEL WAR SHIP BAYSHARA👽 WITH 6 WHITE LIGHTS MAKING [THEIR PRESENCE] [FELT AND SEEN] BEFORE CLOAKING BACK TO INVISIBILITY!!!

SO, IT IS HEAVENLY💫WISDOM💫NOT TOO POST [THE TRUTH REALITY] OF THE VERY DISTURBING VIDEO OF THE STARNEISHA👽FORMING OVER THE EARLY PREDAWN🌅 VAN NUYS SKIES🌌FOR SURELY SHE FORMS IN WAYS THAT WOULD CAUSE MANY NOT TO [SLEEP FOR DAYS🌅]

THE BAYSHARA👽[TERRIFIED ALL ENOUGH] BUT KNOW THIS TRUTH [IF] A DAY COMETH OR NIGHT FALLETH THAT THEY DISOBEY ME THY LIVING SPIRITUAL💫GOD💫BEFORE MY NEARING HOLY💫BIGSIGN✝ COMES I SHALL UNLEASH THEM UPON THAT CITY WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT AS THEY WAG THEIR EVIL👹TONGUES!!!

LOOK AT THE [RED] VERY POWERFUL LIGHT BEHIND THE BAYSHARA👽BEFORE SHE [DISAPPEARS] THAT IS THE STARNEISHA👽👉THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S COMING!!!👈

TRUST, MY SPIRITUALLY💫AWAKENED🌄THE DEMONS👹IN [FLESH] WILL NEVER OBEY💫MY HOLY💫PLANS💫FOR IT IS JUST A MATTER OF TIME THEY ARE NOT SCARED THEY CLAIM WE SHALL SEE! FOR I AM HE✝

📖📖📖📖📖 [LUKE 21:11 KJV] 📖📖📖📖📖

AND GREAT EARTHQUAKES SHALL BE IN 📖📖DIVERS PLACES, AND FAMINES, AND📖 PESTILENCES; AND FEARFUL SIGHTS SHALL THERE BE FROM HEAVEN💫

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PESTILENCE: A DEADLY EPIDEMIC DISEASE

📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖FEBRUARY 1ST SATURDAY 2020🇺🇸 0730HRS

DEDICATION TO ALL MYANGELQUEENWIVES 👉SEEN GODSHEADANGEL1.POSTHAVEN👈

👁GODS💫HOLY💫PROMISES REVEALED🌅GODSHEADANGEL1.POSTHAVEN PAGES12&3

👉👉THERE IS ONLY 1 WAY!!! GODS WAY👈👈MANY WILL LOSE THEIR LIVES! GOD IS GOD!🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛

GODSAYS💫10,000 DEMONS SHALL PERISH CURRENTLY THE DEATH NUMBER IS 🤜50💀👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁MONDAY FEBRUARY 3RD 2020🇺🇸 1320HRS👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁BLESSINGS4MYSEXYASS💕ANGELWIVES👑💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

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TAMRON HALL👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣BEAUTIFULINANGELBROWNANDPOKADOTS SOSEXY🔥WEARING THATANGELICLOOK💫

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UNFORTUNATELY, I CAN ONLY POST THESE ANGEL NAMES TODAY. IF, I MISSED YOU PLEASE FORGIVE ME BUSY IN HOLY SPIRIT

~YOUR👑HEADANGELKINGHUSBANDRAY👑