#maybe after exams HAHAHA

[angelwishess]

୨୧ Pocky Day !!

A lazy lil doodle I made on my phone hehe, just wanted to post something cuz’ its been awhile :3

(He found his new favorite game HAHAHAHA)

[screwzara]

Long Distance Friendship AU(LDF AU for short)

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(Still deciding the timeline of things here)

Note: 'think'

Ali had told Boboiboy about his school friends but not his M.A.T.A friends yet so it was quite unfortunate that he slipped up and mentioned a few of them(can't blame him, something really funny must have happened)

Ali: 'Alicia is gonna kill me when she finds out'

Boboiboy: Ali, who are Moon and Rudy?

Ali: Umm well, they are my new friends! They've been my friends for a while now 'I wish Rudy thought that too though'

Boboiboy: (Eyes sparkling) Really? That's good. I'm happy to hear you made more friends! How did you meet them?

Ali: I... met them through a penpal program of sorts 'please believe me please believe me please-'

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Boboiboy wishes he could tell Ali since he would probably understand better than any other person, I mean the boy is the son of Dr. Ghazali and he lives in perhaps the most technologically advanced city he has ever seen but it's because of those reasons that he feels he shouldn't reveal this(at least not yet)

[kokokoula]

drunk confessions

a/n: wow i haven't posted in a long while hahaha thanks for staying :) i'm so burnt out from exams please tolerate me🥲 again, not beta read, my beta reader is busy as heck because of a hellish sch system. also, i wrote all of this at 3am, i hope it's still readable TT (this is obvi in timeskip no underage drinking guys)

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"i think i love you."

you rest your head on your palm, gazing at him with soft eyes and warm cheeks. you reek of alcohol; tsukishima doesn't seem to care.

the two of you sit by the bar at the far end, where the light jazz music gets faint. he's thinking clearly, only a bit red from a drink or two— or is it something else?— while you're flat out drunk. his eyes widen slightly at your confession, and pauses.

"don't say things you don't mean." tsukishima eventually brushes you off, pushing his glasses further up. despite that, his heart beats a little faster, and he hates it.

you splay out your arms across the countertop, burying your face in them. he takes the last swig of his drink. there is the distant sound of glasses clinking and a cheer.

"tsukki?" his name is a bit slurred as you turn to him again. your hair is in a tangled mess, locks of it falling over your eyes. he resists the urge to tuck them away and behind your ear.

tsukishima nudges your foot: a sign to continue.

"y'know, when i first met you, i thought you were an arrogant, self-centred bastard. i hated you." you state, fiddling with your empty shot glass. wow, and just when he thought things were getting intimate.

"where exactly are you going with this?" he frowns at you.

"we used to bicker about almost everything at school. i can't count how many times yamaguchi had to step in." you giggle, hiccuping at the end. you didn't seem to have heard him but he doesn't mind. he shakes his head, a small smile appearing on his face; you look so cute being lost in your own world.

"remember it was our last class, and it happened to rain that day? you laughed at me because i didn't bring an umbrella." yes, he remembers. tadashi was sick that day, and the both of you ended up getting lectured many times by teachers for your incessant arguments. he almost chuckles at the thought of it.

"i didn't expect to find your umbrella in my shoe locker after you left, though. you said you had an extra when i confronted you about it but yamaguchi already told me you had returned home drenched." tsukishima's face starts to burn. shit, being reminded of how down bad he was—and still is— is embarrassing. he wishes he was much cooler about it.

"i couldn't accept that you were capable of being nice, let alone to me..." it's even more so because of you.

"...till i realised you're nothing like what i thought you were. you admit your own faults, are too hard on yourself, and incredibly encouraging of your friends in your own complicated way. hell, even to hinata and kageyama!" you're sitting upright now, your hands making exaggerated movements as you talk. you take a deep breath in.

"it's your fault that i can't stop thinking about you, and that i get so sickeningly happy when i see you. so shuddup, i do mean it when i said i think, no wait, i know i love you." you rebuke him, pointing your finger at him like an angry child.

you have done it. you've lit his face on fire with your words. he can't tear his eyes away from your piercing gaze.

tsukishima isn't the most affectionate person, but maybe it's the late hour, or the influence of the alcohol, because he reaches over to caress the back of your head and bring you closer to him. his lips softly presses against your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling away. he sees your eyes sparkle.

since kei believes actions speak louder than words, he hopes you know that this, everything, means something to him.

bonus

[nereidprinc3ss]

omg i'm obsessed with the idea of spencer and a university student and i looooved the one you wrote with reader struggling with finals (i relate so much </3) i'm not sure if you write requests or not (if not, then i'm sorry and please ignore this hahaha) but i would love to see more of their dynamic? maybe spencer for once arrives earlier from a case and goes to pick up reader from university as a surprise? i don't really know but i would love to see more 💗 thank you and i hope you have a good day!

AHHHH omg you have NO IDEA how excited I was to open my inbox and see a request!! i am absolutely obsessed w spencer x uni student too

i kind of took this and ran w it so its a little angsty and random LOLOL but here is (drumroll)

spencer picking up reader after you fail an exam (sorry lol) and you are NOT in a good mood but he loves you so its fine

Tears, partly from the bitter wind and partly from shame, blur your phone screen as you exit the lecture hall. Another missed call from Spencer. It’s the third one today—you've been ignoring them in an attempt to remain focused on the final that you just bombed. Part of you now wants to keep ignoring them out of sheer embarrassment. How can you admit to your super-genius boyfriend that you are a bona fide academic failure? Still, you don’t want him wondering about you while he should be working. Your numb fingers fumble with the phone as you try to call him back without running into anybody on your walk back to student housing. 

It doesn’t reach the second ring before he’s picking up. 

“Hey,” he sighs. “I was starting to worry.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy,” you exhale, cutting through some trees as you approach your building. “What’s up? How’s the case?” 

“Well... that’s actually what I’ve been calling about. We wrapped up this morning.” 

“What? But last night you said it would be at least three more days.” 

“Rare instance of me being wrong, I guess.” 

“So when are you flying back?” you ask, not wanting to get your hopes up. You know sometimes his team stays behind to help with processing a case. He doesn’t reply for a moment. “Spencer?” 

“I’m... thirteen minutes away from your school. Twelve.” 

Your brain short-circuits as you process his words, the cold metal of the door handle biting into your fingers as you stop dead in your tracks. 

“You--are you driving here right now?” 

“Yes,” he begins, sounding embarrassed, “I kept calling because I wanted to ask first, but I know you had your last final this morning and you were going to come over when I got back anyway so I thought you might want to come stay with me for a few extra days. You can say no, obviously—” 

Some of the icy despair melts in your chest. 

“Of course, I want to.” 

“Good,” he exhales a laugh. “It would have been awkward if you said no. Can you have a bag packed by the time I get there?” 

You’re speedwalking through the lobby now, hitting the up button for the elevator more times than is necessarily effective. 

“Drive faster.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

By the time you blindly shove enough clothing in a bag, text your roommate to let her know you’ll be gone for the rest of the week, and make it back outside, Spencer’s familiar vintage car is already pulling up to the curb. He doesn’t even bother cutting the engine—just puts it in park and gets out, rounding the vehicle as you close the distance between one another. His smile is brilliant, and though you don’t feel particularly deserving of it, it’s for you. 

“Hi,” you breathe shakily as he loops his arms around your waist. 

“Hi, pretty,” he says, already leaning down to kiss you. It’s soft and sweet over too quickly, but then he’s gently pulling you into him. You drop your bag and bury your face in his jacket, trying to right yourself before you go into an emotional tailspin. 

As usual, he smells like lavender, clove, resinous amber. It makes your head spin. Right away you feel yourself relaxing; feel your guard slipping, like it always does when he’s around. 

“I missed you.” The words are quiet to begin with, muffled further by the fabric of his coat, but you know he’ll hear you. 

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “Everything okay?” 

Why are you always surprised when a man who works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI accurately analyzes your behavior? 

“Just tired. Can we go home?” You pull back enough to look up at him, meeting his fond—and just a little concerned—gaze, averting your eyes before he has time to discern your... omission of truth. 

“Yeah, angel. Of course we can.” 

He opens the passenger side door for you, making sure you’re settled before tossing your bag in the back seat and circling around the back of the car. 

“Is that coffee?” You say as soon as he slides into the driver’s seat. His eyes dart down to the tumbler in the center cupholder as he buckles. 

“It’s from the jet. You won’t like it.” 

Despite his warning you reach over to grab it, taking a small sip as he puts the car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot. You make a sour face. Spencer glances over. 

“I told you it was bad.” 

You yawn, putting it back in the cupholder. “It was worth a shot.” 

Jazz music plays quietly from the speakers and the heat is blasting, but you’re too busy mentally rehashing question 37 to find it relaxing. 

“You didn’t get enough sleep last night,” he states. Not a question. Outside, the brick buildings of your campus roll by. You wonder if all the students rushing about on the sidewalks and side streets failed any of their finals.  

“Couldn’t,” you mumble flatly, picking at your nails.  

There’s a moment’s pause, and you’re imagining all the things you could have done differently. You’ve never failed a final before. If you’d just studied a little bit harder—if you’d stayed in instead of going out last weekend, if you weren’t so— 

“I’m going to ask you something, and I don’t think you’re going to like it,” Spencer says. 

“Mhm,” you hum, too afraid to speak because your eyes are already stinging again. Honestly, you’re surprised you made it this far without him getting the truth out of you. He offers his hand across the console as you slink down in your seat, and you take it, allowing him to run his thumb over yours in soothing lines. 

“How do you think your final went?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, the bare branches of the trees outside blurring as you stare unseeingly. 

“Not good. Like, I definitely failed, not good. I'm an idiot.” 

“You absolutely are not an idiot.” 

“You didn’t see me taking the test, Spencer. I literally just sat there staring at it for ten minutes before I even answered one question. It was pathetic.” 

“Did you sleep at all last night?” 

The question takes you by surprise. Your frown deepens. 

“What? I don’t—that’s not—" 

“Just answer the question. Did you sleep at all last night?” 

“Yes!” 

“Don't lie to me.” 

“Fuck you! I slept for like two hours and had coffee this morning!”  

He squeezes your hand. 

“That’s why you failed.” 

The first tear traces its path down your cheek, composure overwhelmed by the confrontation. 

“I hate when you use your stupid interrogation tactics on me,” you say, voice wobbling. And then the crying begins in earnest. 

“I know, baby.” 

His hand moves to rub your back when you let go to cover your face. Torrential evidence of your frustration and utter exhaustion well over, slipping through your fingers despite your best efforts to stop them from coming at all. Having an emotional breakdown in the passenger seat of his car is far from how you’d wanted to greet Spencer’s surprise arrival, but you’re too worn out to mask your emotions—especially when he is so adept at drawing them to the surface. 

A moment passes like that before you take a shuddering breath, raising your head slightly and wiping your cheeks with your sleeves in vain. 

“I should have been able to do it. I just—it was like I was reading the questions and I knew that I should know the answers, but I couldn’t remember anything.” 

“You’re exhausted. Sleep deprivation has an immediate, devastating effect on cognitive functioning levels. My recall and processing speed start to fail when I’m tired, too. It has nothing to do with how smart you are.” 

It makes sense—but it doesn’t make you feel much better. You wanted to ace this exam. Of course, Spencer wouldn’t understand because school was as easy as breathing for him. He barely had to try to get three doctorates. It’s possible, you suppose, that dating a genius has put an academic chip on your shoulder—maybe you’ve set impossibly high standards for yourself.  

After a few minutes the crying finally ebbs, if only because you’re running into supply and demand problems with your tear ducts. You rub your weepy eyes on your shoulder, leaning against the cold window and watching DC go by. 

“You know, the final isn’t as important as you think it is. You’ll still pass the class.” 

“It’s symbolic,” you mumble, breath fogging up the glass. Spencer hums, still rubbing your back. 

“I know. I know it matters to you, but I don’t want you to think one bad grade is a reflection of who you are. Do you understand why it doesn’t make sense to measure something as abstract as intelligence by a metric as one dimensional as a standardized test?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good.” 

You shift in your seat, wiping your face with your sleeve and prompting Spencer to take your other hand once more. 

“Can your FBI friend hack the university database and give me an A?” you ask after a moment, sniffling. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Pretty please?” 

“Nope.” 

“It’s like you don’t even love me,” you mutter, angling yourself away from him.  

He pulls your hand toward him and presses a kiss to the back of it. 

“I love you so much that I don’t want you to get expelled for academic dishonesty.” 

“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll probably just drop out.” 

You both know you’re just being overdramatic, but Spencer has a tendency to be sweet even when you don’t deserve it. 

“I’ll love you no matter what you do.” 

You blush, unable to come up with a sufficient reply. His eyes slide to you briefly and he smirks, clearly enjoying his ability to fluster you, and by extension, get you to shut up. 

“Eyes on the road, genius,” you grumble. But for the first time today you’re fighting a smile instead of tears. 

[cottonlemonade]

Accidental Confession

word count: 1562 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: rival!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with smidgen of spice, enemies to lovers

warnings: mdni

request: fluffy-spicy, accidental confession with rival Kuroo, as manager

When you moved to Tokyo, you had your pick of schools. You could have gone to Fukurodani or even Itachiyama, the entrance exams to either was a joke, but after you visited a local volleyball tournament with your parents you decided on Nekoma. Their persistence, strategy and determined gameplay was hypnotizing and your fascination for the club was born. You wanted to be a part of the team, design tactics against individual opponents and fantasized about giving the decisive hint to lead them to victory. So imagine your disappointment, when you met the team in your first year and some bed-headed, cocky boy went at it with the libero. From what you gathered, the libero, Yaku, had badly defeated the other one, Kuroo, during a game in middle school and Kuroo had been salty ever since. Instead of trying to mediate you agreed with Yaku‘s arguments and took his side, turning Kuroo from a mildly annoying nuisance into the enemy.

On the other side, it took Kuroo two summers to realize that all his proverbial pigtail-pulling meant he was in love. The feeling hit him one afternoon as he lounged upside down on Kenma‘s bed, watching his friend defeat the latest boss in a video game. Kuroo’s mind began to wander to the previous week when Kenma had pointed out that he had mentioned you six times in as many minutes and the realization was so earth-shattering that he nearly slid to the floor.

When you met him again in the hallway on your first day back of third year, you were prepared for whatever lame comment would come your way. What you didn’t expect was him avoiding your eyes and hurrying around the corner. You squinted, a skeptical frown plastered on your face. As you walked past he was casually conversing with the water fountain. What was he playing at?

“Hey, demon spawn, do you have a minute?”

Yaku looked up from the cup ramen he was slurping in the convenience store and although a little miffed that his quality after school time was interrupted, he nodded to the empty seat next to him.

Kuroo plopped down and Yaku began twirling a new ball of noodles around his chopsticks, thinking nothing more than this would probably concern homework or volleyball.

There was no use to dance around the subject.

“Does y/n ever talk about me?“

The libero almost choked and Kuroo waited until he calmed down, not moving a muscle to help.

“With deepest hatred, yeah.“, Yaku eventually pressed out and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

“You sure?“

“Very sure.“

“Maybe it’s just a front for her real feelings because obviously she wouldn’t wanna tell you that she is madly in love with me and-“

“No no. She really really hates you.“

“But I’m so lovable...“, Kuroo pouted, earning a scoff from his fellow teammate.

“Why are you asking, anyway? You better not try pulling some dumb prank on her.” Yaku scowled.

“Me? Never. - I just… I was just wondering, that’s all.”

“That’s a really weird thing to wonder about.”

“Do you never have a self-absorbed day? Hahaha…” Kuroo laughed nervously and grabbed the still wrapped melon bread next to Yaku, opening the package and taking a large bite to muffle his still ongoing awkwardness.

“Hey!”

“Just doing you a favor. These aren’t good for you.”, Kuroo said wisely through a mouthful of pillowy bread and, swallowing laboriously, added, “Sorry, gotta go. Thanks for this.”

Unfortunately, the uselessly tall jerk was nimble in his movements and jumped up to rush out of the glass doors. Yaku was about to pounce but the convenience store clerk asked him for quiet and, apologizing over and over with deep bows, he went back to his ramen, groaning inwardly because the noodles had gotten soggy.

Alright. He had three options. Pine for the rest of his days, wear you down over time with his infinite charm or confess and run away before you could insult him. None of them really tickled his fancy and with his disadvantageous starting point of “deepest hatred” - as per Yaku - his chances were slim but there was nothing else for it.

“So…” Kuroo ignored your rolling eyes when you turned to him. It was after practice on a Friday and he figured if he confessed now he had all weekend to hide in case it would go south.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Why?”

You eyed him suspiciously, standing there all tall and handsome in the utility room. He had just wheeled in the basket of volleyballs, subconsciously placing his hand on one of them for support. Hoping no one would bear witness to his almost certain failure he closed the door behind him. He did it gently so you didn’t think he was trapping you, but the gesture made you raise a brow nonetheless.

When he didn’t answer right away you snapped, “What’s it to you?”

You ducked your head a bit at your tone. The hostility was of course just a front for your real feelings because obviously you wouldn’t want to tell Yaku that you were madly in love with Kuroo and -

“I thought maybe you wanna grab a drink at the convenience store on the way home.”

He increased the pressure on the ball, tension running through his body and his heart throbbed loudly in his ears.

To his surprise you didn’t shoot him down immediately but just asked, “Who else is coming?”

“No one?”

“Why?”

“Be…cause I want to be alone with you?”

“Why?”

Abort, abort, abort!

“Because I like you?”, he offered and gave you a smile that may have been an attempt at “winning volleyball captain” but only reached “uncomfortable idiot” at best. He flinched when you started laughing, then, in his desperation to save face joined in, although robotically.

“That was a good one.”, you admitted.

“Yeah… definitely. Got you good…”, he said lamely, “Well it’s been great talking to you as always. Remember this was a joke. Not serious. At all! Definitely didn’t confess to you just now, okay? - Okay, cool. See ya bye!”

He spun on his heel, internally rolling his shoulders, ready for a sprint to get far away, and a moment later inspected the useless door handle in his hand. A loud clunk kindly let him know that the other side of the handle had broken off as well. Oh no.

“Kuroo, that’s not funny.”

“I agree.”, he said, much calmer than he felt, and raised his hand to knock on the metal door, “Hello?! Anyone?! Can someone open the door, please?! There are people stuck in here!”

You took out your phone and dialed Yaku’s number. But after ringing through to voicemail twice, you sent him a text. “They’re all probably already in the shower.”, you said, “Mori will get the text eventually and come to help.”

“Did you tell him you’re in here with me? Cause that might delay his response time.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well he wouldn’t really rush to help me, wouldn’t he?”

You crossed your arms and, adding an exasperated sigh, said, “You know, you guys are so childish. Why can’t you just get along?”

“We’re childish?”, he asked with mocking disbelief, “We are not the ones who hate on the incredibly charming, suave, level-headed captain for no reason.”

Being met with silence he added quietly, “Too much?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t hate you so much if you weren’t so damn kissable. It’s annoying.”, you muttered.

“What?”

“I said, you’re annoying!”

“And the part before that?”

“Didn’t say anything before that. You’re hearing things, grandpa.”

“Nooo, I definitely heard the word kissable.”

“Aww, going senile?”

“Hey, listen! You’re no different, okay?! If you weren’t so god damn cute all the time I wouldn’t have to ask for notes on lessons so often! You’re freaking distracting!”

You squared your shoulders, your body turning warm from embarrassment and, because you didn’t know what else to feel, completely unfounded offense.

“Oh, you think it’s easy for me?! With that stupidly great hair you’re always sporting?! And don’t even get me started on your voice! Makes me wanna drag you into an empty classroom!”

“What about your fruity lipgloss, huh?! You’re just asking me to stare!”

“And your biceps?!”

“And your hips?!”

“Your dumb weirdly hot smile?!”

“Why are we yelling nice stuff?!”

“Because I like you, too, you idiot!”

A moment’s pause draped itself between you, only disturbed by the breathless panting on either side.

“Yeah?”, he said finally, “Prove it.”

You unceremoniously closed the distance between you and pushed him back against the metal door, standing on tiptoes and grabbing the front of his jersey for good measure. The coward eventually unfroze and gripped your pudgy waist to pull you closer. His hands were everywhere and you gasped when he squeezed your ass, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. When you needed to come up for air he instead opted for dipping his head lower, kissing your neck, obviously determined to leave a hickey if he continued as he did. And you were very much about to let him when the door opened and both of you tumbled out. Kuroo made sure to cushion your fall, holding you safely in his arms when you landed on top of him and looked up to meet the utterly disgusted grimace of Yaku.

a/n: I got three accidental confession requests for Kuroo in slightly different variations xD so I decided to kind of mash them all together. For a purely fluffy non-manager option I have A Chaotic Confession if you’d like to check it out ^^ thank you so much to the three anons who requested this prompt. I hope you enjoyed it 🌟 (special thanks to @haikyu-mp4 for helping me out of a corner with this one!)

[yamujiburo]

What do you think the Pokémon world does for education? Like we see Pokémon schools but what about just regular classes? Ash went on his adventure at 10 so that means he has a 5th grade education at best, is that considered normal or do you think young trainers are expected to keep up with their studies and take exams eventually. Imagine Delia (or Jesse) homeschooling Ash for his exams!

It seems like a lot of school is optional (?) after the age of 10. Like if someone wants to further their studies in a specific field they are able to

I’m thinking that maybe if you legally apply to become a trainer or something, you’re allowed to forego schooling because going on a journey can be seen as enrichment and a learning experience in itself. But you can be a trainer and go to school at the same time if you so choose (like in Scarlet/Violet). Then trainers can go back to school any time they want, like Ash in Sun and Moon

It seems like it’s very normal in this world hahaha. But maybe a 5th grade education is different in the pokemon world from ours!

[six-eyed-samurai]

Hello ! (I’m not sure if your requests are open but I love your fics so I really wanted to try 😭) Could you maybe write a Genya x Male reader one ? Where like Genya deals with confusion and internalised homophobia after realising he fell in love with a guy ? IM SO SORRY IF YOU DONT DO MALE READERS OR SMTH LIKE THAT, HAVE A GOOD DAY !!

SUMMARY: Genya's emotionally constipated. It's the Shinazugawa genes - but even more so when it comes to...guys?!

A/N: KYAAH Ty anon glad you enjoyed, and DW my inbox is open anytime I'm just a little slow in writing rn because of exams and I'm moving house. I have done male reader before but I'm not too used to writing gay T-T so I'm sorry if this turned out the way you wanted

WARNINGS: Male reader in case you don't read the asks and only warnings/Minor swearing

Much romance happens at Kimetsu Academy.

There's Zenitsu and Nezuko, although Genya considers it more of an obsession on the blonde’s end seeing as Nezuko doesn't openly display any signs of liking him back romantically, whatever the delusional idiot thinks. There's also Tanjiro and Kanao, the perfect epitome of friends to lovers. And whatever Aoi and Inosuke have going on.

But none of that ever happened to Genya. Sure, he thought the occasional girl was pretty or nice, but aside from the fact he explodes into a tomato just from a simple “hello” he's never been actually interested. Of course that occasionally made him feel a bit left out amongst his friends, like he was missing something great, but hey, Muichiro and him would be single pringles forever and that was fine.

(Genya's very betrayed to find out Muichiro had received a confession…and was considering accepting it.)

But it was a little unbelievable to the Kamaboko Squad that in all of the sixteen years of his life he had never had a crush, hence the interrogation they were giving him that particular day during lunch.

“Have you never fallen in love? At all?!” Genya wants to snort; as if Zenitsu would ever notice anybody else's love life but his own.

“HAHAHAHAA! LOSER!”

Tanjiro calmly shoved Inosuke away from a fuming Genya, smiling brightly. “I'm sure Genya has one! And we'll be more than happy to help him confess!”

“Aren't crushes supposed to be secret-”

“Then we have to figure out who it is first!” Zenitsu hollers.

“No-”

“Is it Kocho?!”

Kanao, Tanjiro and Genya both look scandalised but Zenitsu barrels on. Aoi face palms. Inosuke steals everyone's food.

“Is it Kanrojii?!”

“Why is everyone you're listing so much older than me!”

“OKAY, OKAY! Uh…Koyuki-”

“SHE'S ENGAGED TO SOMEONE ELSE!”

“Sheesh, I got it, stop yelling! That Shabana girl?”

“Just why-”

“Maybe Genya does like someone but just doesn't realize it,” Kanao offers timidly.

“That's a good point, Kanao!” Tanjiro beams, causing Genya and Kanao to flush red but for entirely different reasons.

“How am I supposed to know if I like someone?”

“If you find them cute?”

“That seems really superficial,” Aoi says disapprovingly.

“You'll get really nervous around them, like your heart speeds up. You'll probably stare at them a lot too, and want to do lots of things for them, maybe hold open doors?” Tanjiro nods wisely.

“And they're the first person you look at to see if they're laughing at a joke,” Kanao agrees.

Genya considers. “Then none of the girls you just listed, honestly.”

“It's alright, you'll find the one for you one day. There's no rush now.”

“HAHAHA! TENYA IIDA IS GOING TO BE ALONE FOREVER! HAHAHHAA!”

“MY NAME IS GENYA!”

***

Truth be told Genya had lied.

It wasn't a lie exactly either. More of…an avoidance of the truth. He didn't feel that way about any girls Zenitsu had mentioned, or any of the girls at school.

But he did like someone, yes.

Or no. Definitely not. It couldn't possibly be.

“Oh, hey, Shinazugawa.” Your simple wave as you joined his side outside the classroom door was enough to get his heart pounding and slightly sweaty like he had just suffered an entire class with the gym teacher Tomioka.

“Thanks for holding the door!” You call out over your shoulder, flashing him a bright smile while entering the class and taking your seat. You immediately turn to start talking with your friends, something Genya's extreme thankfully for because then you can't see the tomato red that's painting his face as he's still stuck, frozen and speechless, by the door. Only Iguro-sensei’s cold “Do you plan to have the lesson by the door or something?” Shook him out of it.

You're so confusing, Genya thinks, averting his eyes when you catch his with a mouthed “oops” and raised eyebrows, because he wants to revel in your attention and hide in a hole from it at the same time.

It was a pleasant kind of confusion, though. The kind he wouldn't mind thinking about forever; it gave him an oddly warm, fidgety feeling inside like he had just drunk an entire thermos of hot chocolate and got marshmallows to top it off. Then he promptly slaps himself (mentally) because he shouldn't be thinking about this, that and you.

Not like it stopped him from staring at the back of your head all through class. He doesn't realize it until your friend turns their head around and makes a face at him, leaning closer to you to whisper something. Genya panics and ducks his head, burying it into his arms for a few minutes before he judges it's safe to look up.

And when he does you're smiling at him knowingly, as if the both of you knew something the rest don't. Oh good lord.

Your laughter is something Genya wishes he could make as well, when the whole class watches Iguro-sensei trying to tell Inosuke off, but the dumbass can't get the teacher’s name right at all. He finds himself laughing as well, a combination of that and because of you before it hits him.

“You'll get really nervous around them, like your heart speeds up. You'll probably stare at them a lot too, and want to do lots of things for them, maybe hold open doors?”

Oh shit. Check, check, check.

“And they're the first person you look at to see if they're laughing at a joke.”

And check?!

Shit shit shit shit shit-

Genya groans. He does like you after all.

But that's not right, it's got to be wrong.

You're a boy. Genya's not gay…at least he didn't think so…Then again he's never actually liked a girl. But he's never liked a boy either. Until you.

Forget it! You're not a crush, you're the reason why Genya is going to drive himself crazy right now! Hell, why did the idea feel so wrong but so right at the same time?

Genya rubbed his temples. If he was being honest the idea only seemed so wrong because…well, because he's just never considered that possibility before. It just hasn't really occured to him he might be attracted to the same gender. It's a new concept, yes, but…not really a terrible one. He got all red with girls yes but it wasn't because he like-liked them or thought they were cute.

Was crushing on a guy really going to be any different than a girl then? Genya groaned again. Judging by his behaviour these days…yeah, not really.

Okay, then if hypothetically he DID like you and he liked guys…how would Sanemi and his friends react? Would they still want to hang out with him? Would Sanemi still…consider him his brother? What would his mom think?

What a headache. What would…you think? It'd be pretty embarrassing to like you and you're straight, Genya thought. Then again was he even sure he was gay, even certain he had a big fat crush on you?

“Hey, you alright?” The voice startles Genya out of his thoughts. He lifts up his head and looks around, startled to see everyone's left. Shit, he hadn't even realized class was over. Idiot.

He glances to his left and nearly dies of fright.

You cock an eyebrow. “Um, seeing a ghost, Genya?”

“No!” He just about shouts, flailing his arms as he tries to stop himself from falling out of his chair. “I'm fine! Really! Sorry…just, just kinda out of it.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Yeah, let's talk about how I've just realized I might be-

“It's fine, it's nothing important.” Genya notices your fidgeting however. “What about you?”

You hesitate. You're playing with your sleeves quite nervously. It's making him paranoid.

“I'm just…there's a new arcade that just opened up.”

“Sounds fun,” Genya offers. He's got barely enough brain cells still functioning from the close proximity between you both.

“I was wondering - um, do you wanna go with me? I can buy all the tokens,” you quickly blurted out and held your breath.

“Sure.”

“N-no. Just you and me. Like on a date.” You rub the back of your neck, looking away. “No - no pressure or anything! I know you might not be into guys, you might already like a girl-"

“You're gay.”

You wince at his tone. Genya wishes he hadn't sounded so accusing. “Last I checked, yeah.”

“Sounds fun,” Genya repeats dumbly, because holy shit, you like him you like guys too he likes guys he really wants to go to the arcade with you oh thank god-

You blink. “So that's a…yes?”

“Absolutely.” Genya waves his hands frantically. “If you're still up for it! Nothing’s awkward! I - I do want to go as a date, not as friends, and, uh-"

He snaps his head away, embarrassed, but he glances back long enough to see you grinning like you've won the lottery.

"Does 2 pm work for you?"

Shit. He really does like you after all. And with the way you're smiling at him like that maybe he can deal with whatever bullshit that's going to come next.

***

“Hey Genya, do you want to come over this weekend?”

“Muichiro wants to go to that pizza place again.”

The Tokito twins stare at him expectantly over the usual din of the Kamaboko Squad's usual shenanigans. Now or never.

“Sorry, I'm busy.”

“With what?” Muichiro looks out off; Yuichiro frowns in surprise.

“With someone.”

The silence was so thick you could've cut it with a knife - or Zenitsu's screaming.

“WHO?”

“HAR?!”

“Is it a date?” Tanjiro managed to slap a hand over the blonde's mouth while Aoi deals with Inosuke. The twins and Kanao's mouths hang open in surprise.

Genya picked at his food. “Yeah. At the new arcade.”

“Congratulations!”

“I thought you were planning to be single forever-”

“Shut up, Mui!”

“With who?"

He says your name and again the silence is thick.

Tanjiro's eyes light up in recognition and shock. “Isn't that the new boy?”

Genya nods stiffly.

“You're…gay?” Kanao asks tentatively.

Genya nods again.

“I had no idea! I never would've guessed either.” Tanjiro shakes his head, stunned. Much to Genya's relief…he's smiling? “But good for you, Genya, I'm sure you'll enjoy the date!”

This wasn't so bad after all. It's like a weight���s been lifted off his shoulders. Now it's just how well…Sanemi will take it and his family. Probably not as easy.

“I thought it was a little weird you rejected that cute girl the other day.” Muichiro looks excited. “Now I've got a gay best friend!”

“What are you, twelve?” Yuichiro grumbles, but turns to Genya. “Have a good time then.”

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! DON'T SHOCK US LIKE THAT, GENYA!” Zenitsu finally squawks, clutching his heart.

“Wait, what's gay?” Inosuke's lost. “Is Genma happy or something?!”

Never mind.

***

“Damn, I knew you were good at shooting, but basketball too?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, pretending to throw an imaginary ball as Genya throws an actual one through the basket easily.

“Heh, this one's just easy since it's so near.” The machine flashes lights and beeps, displaying a new highest score. “And kinda short.”

“You are pretty tall,” you agreed, counting the leftover tokens. “Hey, we still have enough for that claw machine!”

“Seriously?”

So far the date's going pretty well. Genya hadn't made a fool of himself when you showed up dressed up in that letterman jacket and excitedly tackled him yelling about how you managed to get about an entire bag's worth of tokens. You both had spent your time mostly fooling around playing air hockey, shooting games (he had a moment of crisis before sitting next to you in the cramped space), he got forced to dance with you, you claimed he cheated at the racing, he won you a figurine as an apology for accidentally smacking your hand during Whack-A-Mole. Genya was kind of regretting that now, because you were now convinced Genya had amazing luck and could continue to win you more prizes. But as Sanemi said - a million times - those things were a scam, so Genya compromised by saying if only there was tokens leftover from the basketball game.

Alas and alack, he supposed, but you were already speeding towards the claw machine.

“Come on, come on, almost there, almost there!” Your chanting is barely heard over the obnoxious arcade music but you're practically breathing down his neck.

“Okay, okay, I got it, shut up for a sec.” Genya's grip on the controls is so tight he's actually afraid he might rip out the joystick by mistake like Sanemi last time…although Sanemi had done that on purpose during his rage quit and since had been banned from that particular arcade.

“Dear Kami-sama, please, please, please-”

“SHIT.”

“NOOO! So close!” Your head's tossed back in an exaggerated groan, flipping off the stupid claw that let go just a second too early. “I could've won that Hashira figurine!”

“I was the one playing!” Genya protested.

“I got the tokens!”

“I offered to pay you back! You said no!”

You punched his shoulder playfully. “Hey, this was supposed to be my treat. You can pay for the next date.”

“Next - next what-"

“Oh jeez, your face is so red now. Let's get some fresh air; I know a good dessert store.”

Genya's down bad alright.

***

“Where the hell have you been?”

It's already late by the time Genya lets himself into the house. His siblings should've been asleep, his mom too, so hopefully he could…uh, break the news the next day, when he's written and planned everything out, chewed off his nails and get that support you promised him earlier.

Luck had decided to abandon him since his second attempt at the claw machine however, since now he's been caught kicking off his shoes and smiling down at his phone, at the picture you've sent him of the figurine in your shelf.

>>Maybe I'll get more from you

You wi<<

He shuts off his phone quickly. Sanemi’s sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and does not look like a happy camper. Genya tries for an innocent smile. He probably looks like he has a stroke. If Sanemi were a cop, every criminal would be cracking in less than a minute under his interrogations.

“Out with a friend. Sorry I'm late, I was talking them back home.”

“Really? Saw all your friends - Tokito twins and that Kamado kid - earlier today. Try again."

“Someone else.”

“Cut to the chase, Genya, you were out on a date, weren't you?” Sanemi barks.

Genya's shoulders slump. “Yeah. Please don't be mad, I did tell Mom.”

“You should focus on studying. Your math grades are still too low.” Sanemi's expression softens, just slightly. "Who's the lucky girl?"

“Ah.”

“I swear to god, if it's that Shabana girl-”

“It's a guy.”

A very awkward beat of silence.

“WHO?!”

Genya almost expects to be attacked when he says your name. Or mauled after Sanemi demands every detail of what went down at the arcade. Maybe thrashed while finally confessing yes, he's not straight. But not stand there while Sanemi stares at him, strangely quiet.

“You two didn't do anything suspicious?”

Nope. You'd been quite understanding when he admitted he was still kind of getting used to the newness of…all this and offered to save a kiss for next time, causing him to explode into scarlet and try to poke you with his straw. “Aniki!”

“Is this a new thing or have you been…keeping this from me?” Unbelievable. His older brother almost looks hurt by that notion.

“A new thing, I swear, I wasn't planning on keeping anything from you, I was just waiting for the right time and right thing to say and I - I didn't know how you'd react.”

“Well…” Sanemi mutters something unintelligible, eyes moving away slightly.

“Um…what?”

“I SAID, AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY WITH HIM, IT'S FINE BY ME! NOW GO TO SLEEP!”

Genya couldn't stop his grin. “Really? Thank - thank you, Aniki, and okay, I will.”

“And don't do anything too intimate before you're married!”

***

You spat out your straw. “He said what?”

Genya takes a long sip of his latte, slipping his hand into yours. “I didn't make that up.”

“No,” You say, shaking your head. “That sounds like Shinazugawa.”

[authorpanda15]

thinking about being denki kaminari’s tutor...

-> final exams are coming up, and denki unfortunately didn’t want to couldn’t find the time to study again. he begs his class vice representative to tutor him once again, but yaoyorozu’s got her hands full this week! all hope is lost for him... at least, it seems to be— fortunately, yaoyorozu has a solution!

“a student from the general studies department owes me a favor. if you’d like, I could set you two up,” she said, and denki happily agreed. the words “thank goodness for yaomomo!” circled his mind.

-> introducing, you— the general studies student who happens to have the highest marks in your class! judging by yaoyorozu’s praise, denki speculates you’re just as smart as her, īda and bakugō!

-> after a quick number swap, denki texts you. you reply fairly quickly, texting him your price and when you’re available. once again, thank goodness for yaomomo!!

-> the day of the first tutoring session comes, and denki finds himself heading to the school library instead of the dorms. he recalls your specifics on where you’ll be sitting, and finds you in a corner of the library with ease.

yaoyorozu didn’t mention you were cute... is what denki wanted to say when he caught a glimpse of your face, but he held his tongue. focus, denki! you can’t afford to goof off right now!

-> denki tried to focus on the practice problems on the sheet in front of him— he really did! but, every time you’d explain a certain solution or a particular method, he’d find his eyes wandering...

-> ...not towards your body! (c’mon, he’s not that bad! ...right?) but towards the subtle hints of personalization scattered throughout your belongings— like the buttons on your bookbag, and the charms that dangled from your phone case. and... okay, so maybe he found himself glancing at the subtle embellishments you’ve added to your uniform once or twice! can you blame him?! he also took note of the paper cup you placed off to the side, containing your choice of drink. (he’s seen that logo before, on the front of the cup... he’s gone to that cafe a few times himself. he wonders what you ordered. would you tell him if he asked? do you have a ‘usual’ that you always order? maybe, he could get it for you before his next session! he’d seem so cool, wouldn’t he?! “don’t mention it,” he’d say after you thanked him. “I just wanted to treat ya’, as a show of thanks...” would you think he’s cool? or would you think that’s creepy? or...)

“kaminari.” your voice snaps him out of his train of thought. oh, no... did he lose track again?! judging by your annoyed expression, the answer’s probably yes! “were you not paying attention?”

denki rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “...no. sorry! but,” he tries to come up with an excuse, quickly, and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “you’re just so cute, that I lost focus!”

denki nearly slaps his hand over his mouth as he watches the way your expression shifts. shit! he didn’t mean to say that— not out loud! you probably think he’s a creep now! and a weirdo! you’re probably gonna cancel this session, block his number and avoid him for the rest of your lives—!

“pfft, hahaha!”

...huh? was that giggling? you, giggling? he drags himself from his spiral back into this moment, and sees you covering your mouth with your hand. you were laughing! (at him?)

“nice save, blondie. now, let’s go back to work, yeah?”

denki sighs internally. nice save, indeed!

[k-germsworld]

Haunting

Umji x M! Reader

Sequel of Ruined

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"That's it for today's class. Remember to go back and study since next week you have an exam." Ms. Umji left the class after tidying up. "Damn, Ms. Umji is so beautiful! That body is better than your sex slave." My friend patted my shoulder and said. "Really? Hahaha. I still think Sinb has a better body." Even though I say this, Ms.Umji really made me so obsessed with her. "Then, let me have some fun with Sinb, please." My friend wanted to have sex with Sinb, but I pretended not to hear and left the class. 

On the way out I saw Ms. Umji walking towards a secluded corridor, so I followed her to see what she was doing. I found that Ms. Umji was gone when I walked to that corridor. A force pulled me over when I was about to leave in despair. I was pushed against the wall. After I looked at it carefully, I realized it was Ms. Umji. "Why are you following me?" We were so close that I could feel her breath. Her fragrance attracted me and was immediately addicted to her fragrance. "Hey, I ask you one more time. Why are you following me? What are you trying to do to me?" "No, I didn't want to do anything to you." Your eyes kept avoiding Umji's. "Don't lie to me, student. There is a bulge in your pants."

I was immediately frightened and speechless. I was afraid that Ms. Umji would tell the principal about this. "Yours is so big," I feel my cock being touched. Ms. Umji unzipped my pants and took my dick out and started stroking it. "I heard that you fuck Sinb and made her your sex slave. I want to see if your cock is that powerful." I could only stand there stiffly, watching Ms. Umji play with my cock. Her handjob is completely different from Sinb's, she is so skillful. I was very nervous because I was in a public place, and I was terrified that someone would pass by and see Ms. Umji masturbating for me. She seemed to know I was nervous and whispered in my ear. "Relax, I remember you were very bold when you fucked Sinb. Why are you acting like a coward now?" After saying that, she blew into my ear. This made me so happy that I unknowingly cummed on Ms. Umji's hand. “Ew....” She looked at my semen on her hands and felt disgusted. 

I felt very sorry and kept apologizing to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cum. It was because your handjob was too good that I accidentally cummed." Ms. Umji seeing my silly reaction, smirked. "Your cum should be on my face, in my mouth, or inside my pussy but not on my hands." Hearing her words made me hard again and my cock was ready for another round with her. "You're big, hard but quick, young man. But not today. Maybe you can save more cum until our next meet-up." She licked the semen from her hand into her mouth and swallowed it all. ”Thanks for the meal, see you again." Ms. Umji winked at me and walked away leaving me and my cock still leaving outside.

Clap clap clap 

There were bursts of snapping sounds coming from the room. “Oh….fuck… Master… yes fuck me like this….” I'm fucking Sinb right now, but all I can think about is Ms. Umji's hand stroking my cock this afternoon. “Master, I am cumming soon.” "Shut up bitch, you can't cum until I let you.” I spanked her. The moment I spanked her ass, I imagined that I am fucking Ms. Umji. In my fantasy, she kept teasing me for being too fast, which annoyed me. I no longer cared whether I was fucking Sinb or Ms. Umji. I grabbed her hair and fucked her hard, making her body arch. “Shut up, now I'm going to show how good I am on the bed.” Even though Sinb was just moaning now, I already thought of her as Ms. Umji who constantly teased me. Under the influence of my imagination, I cummed already. I came back to normal after I cum inside her. Sinb was so exhausted from my fucking that she lay on the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. I was looking at the naked Sinb with a sense of emptiness, and I couldn't get satisfaction. 

"We have exams next week, let's return to normal student life for a while.” “Okay….” Sinb could only agree reluctantly. She was soon falling asleep and so was I. When I fell asleep, I had a dream. I dreamed of Ms. Umji. She stood naked in front of me. Her body is almost as hot as Sinb's. She approached me and guided my hands to touch her tits. The feeling is just like touching in the real world. While I was caressing her tits, she kept moaning. Her moans kept ringing in my ears. Suddenly, she pushed me down and rode on my dick. She was a great cock rider and her expression was so horny while riding the dick. When the moment I almost creampied her, I woke up from my dream. I looked around and found that Sinb had left, which made me feel a little disappointed. When I lifted my quilt, I realized that I had a nocturnal emission but it was a great moment to have sex with Ms. Umji even though it was just a dream. 

The following week is exam week, so I am also studying for the upcoming exam. However, all I could think of now was Ms. Umji, which made me unable to concentrate on my revision. I imagined her body scent, her warm hands wrapped around my cock, and these fantasies made me hard. Although I wanted to concentrate on my studies, Ms. Umji made my heart unable to calm down. I sent a message to Sinb, but she didn't reply. So I called her but she still didn't respond. "Fuck, why she didn't pick up my call !" I needed to settle my needs so I could concentrate on my studies, so I had to lie on the bed and masturbate while fantasizing about Ms. Umji. “Umji…… Ms….. I am cumming ah…..” My sexual fantasy about Umji alone can make me cum all over my hands. I wiped the cum off my hands and started focusing on my revision. On the other side, while I was masturbating, Sinb’s phone showed a missed call and she looked at the message I just sent. “Come to my house now.” She simply put down the phone and concentrated on studying. "Who do you think I am? A prostitute? You come to me when you need me and ignore me when you don't." she said in her mind. 

During the exam week, everyone was very focused on preparing for the exam. I was no exception and even though the exams were tough I managed to get through the exam week. Exam week is over and I'm planning to celebrate by letting my sexual urges out. So I called Sinb's number again, but she still didn't answer. “What the fuck is this bitch doing? Why didn't you answer my call?” After hanging up the phone, I went to look for her to see why she didn't answer my call. On the way there, I saw the woman I have always dreamed of - Ms. Umji. She looks very nice today. I was already hard the moment I saw her. So I decided that I must be able to complete the unfinished agreement with her last time no matter what today.

“Hey, Miss. "Do you still remember our promises?" She looked at me a little doubtfully. "You asked me to save more semen until our next meet-up. I did it. I've been saving it for a week. So I don't know if I can..." She smirked after hearing this. She took my hand and led me somewhere without saying a word. She took me to the meeting room. After closing the door, I eagerly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her. We kissed passionately and I stuck my tongue into her mouth in the process. My hands were not idle, my hands kept roaming her body. I also put my hands into her clothes and touched her tits. The feeling of those tits was exactly the same as the feeling in my dream. I kissed her mouth and then to her neck. "I missed you so much. From that time on, all I could think about was you." “Oh really? Let me check if you save much cum for me after that.” She stopped me from kissing and pulled my pants down. “Woah…. Your cock is really hard and big, don’t you dare to let me down this time.” She was stroking my cock through my panties. It felt so provocative that I wanted to take off my underwear quickly and stuff my dick into her mouth. She noticed my nervousness again. "Relax... You can't cum so fast this time." She stuck out her tongue and let her saliva drip on my underwear. She rubbed her saliva all over the fabric around my cock. She moved closer to my panties filled with her saliva and sniffed them. "It stinks, but I like it." She took my panties into her mouth. Even though it was through the fabric, I could still feel the warmth in her mouth, which I enjoyed very much. 

She continued licking for quite some time until my panties were soaked and I could feel her saliva on my cock. As if Ms. Umji knew I had had enough of teasing, she used her mouth to remove my panties. Once she removed my panties, my cock accidentally slapped on her face. I was very happy when I saw it. Far from being surprised or angry, she was as happy as I was. "Your size surely doesn't disappoint me, I just look forward to having your cock slapped in my face. But can you last longer than last time?" She took my cock into her mouth. That wet and warm mouth makes me very happy. She slowly took my entire length into her mouth. I was shocked by the depth of her mouth. My head almost touched her throat, but she didn't show any uncomfortable and she was enjoying it very much. She spit my cock out and my whole cock was covered in her saliva. She spread her saliva evenly on my cock with her hands. "How?" She smirked and asked me but she didn't give me any time to answer. She had already stuffed my cock inside her mouth again. She could almost swallow my cock so deep every time, my head hitting her throat every time. Her hands were playing with my balls too. She also licks my balls and sucks on them. Her blowjob skills are fucking amazing. She barely used her hands during the blowjob to get me to the point of cumming. Ms. Umji felt that I was about to cum, so she sped up. “Oh fuck…. I might cum now. Umji….!!!” I held her head so she wouldn't move away while I came. I shot all my cum down her throat without giving her a chance to spit it out. I didn't take my dick out until I was sure I was done with my first shot. "You still letting me down, you are too fast on cumming!" She didn't blame me for holding her head, but she blamed me for cumming too fast. 

As I prepared for round two, she already tidied up herself and headed for the door. “Don’t we have a second round?” "I guess that's it for today, you didn’t meet my expectations." Just when she was about to leave, I hugged her from behind. ”Don't leave please, Ms. Umji.”  Although I was begging her to stay, my hands couldn't help but still touch her body and tits. "Let me go, you let me down so much." Just when Umji was about to break free, someone suddenly opened the door to the conference room. We panicked and quickly found a place to hide. Umji did not hide but sat on the chair and I hid under her. "Ms. Umji, why are you here? I just heard a noise here so I came in to have a look. Did you hear or see anything?" "I'm just taking a short break here. I didn't hear any sound here. Maybe you heard it wrong." I don't know who Ms. Umji is talking to, but the voice sounds like it's a man. But these are not important. The most important thing now is that her pussy is right in front of me. To let her stay, I decided to take risks. I fingered her pussy while she was talking to someone.  Although she wanted to leave because of my performance, her underwear was soaked. I touched her panties so lightly that my hands got wet.

“Ah…. please don’t “ Ms. Umji moan slightly. “ Are you okay, Ms. Umji?  Do you need to go to the clinic?“ Seeing her reaction, he became nervous and wanted to help her. “I'm fine, sir. Please leave first, I just need a little more time to rest now.” She resisted my teasing and said to him. Before the male teacher left, I started licking her wet pussy. Her expression became more and more uncomfortable because she had to endure my teasing in front of the male teacher. “Are you really okay, miss?” "Yes.... Leave please." The male teacher finally left at the request of Ms. Umji. 

After confirming he was gone, Ms. Umji could no longer bear it and moaned loudly. “Let me cum hard please.” She pressed my head in front of her pussy and held my head tightly with her legs. In just a short time, she erupted a lot. Because she clamped me so tightly, all her juices squirted onto my face. After she erupted, she was willing to let go of her thighs. As I tried to stand up, she grabbed my face and kissed me. She licked the juices from my face and then kissed me. She kissed me so hard that I almost couldn't breathe and didn't stop until I pulled her away hard. "You are fast too, miss." She blushed because of my teasing.  "Now I'm giving you a chance to fuck me right here. Let me be your slut right here. Just fuck me however you want. Ruined me with your cum.” She whispered in my ear. I won't let the opportunity fly away this time. I pushed her onto the conference table. I couldn't wait to insert my cock into her wet pussy. I pushed her thighs apart and put my cock inside her pussy. “Oh fuck, your dick is so big inside me.” “Your pussy size is so fit with my dick.” I grabbed her waist and kept pounding her. I can see her tits shaking even through her clothes. That dress was too much of an eyesore, so I tore her clothes off. All the buttons on her dress fell to the floor because of me. I can finally see her beautiful and bare tits. She was not wearing a bra as if she was just waiting to show me her tits. I greedily grabbed her tits with both hands and kept groping her tits. Her tits feel so soft. Her mouth opened slightly as if she was telling me that I made her feel good. Her nipples were hard when I touched them, so I buried my head in her breasts and kept sucking on her nipples. "Ah... keep sucking it. I am like cumming." Of course, she reaching her orgasm soon because I am still fucking her pussy even when I am sucking her nipples. “I am cumming soon too, Umji.”  I sped up fucking her in no words for me to cum quickly. Ms. Umji became a moaning mess after I sped up. “Yes… cum inside me…” I pushed my dick as far as it went and ejaculated all my semen inside. “Ah… Fuck, your cum is so hot inside me.” 

After cumming inside her, I laid down on her and panted hard. I should can fuck her as much as I can but I don't know why Ms. Umji can make me so tired after having sex with her one time. "You can't just rest like this, don't you want me to be your cumdump? Just fuck me as much as you can until I can't get out of here." Her words energized me. I turned her around so her ass was facing me and her hands were propped up on the table. "Your ass is so sexy. “Are you trying to seduce your student with your sexy ass?" I spanked her. She let out a moan and shook her head. I spanked her again because I couldn't hear the answer I wanted to hear. "What did you say?"  "Yes, I want to seduce my student with my sexy ass and let them fuck with it." She knows the answer I want to hear. “You are so slutty, miss but I like it.” I spanked her hard until her ass showed my red palm print. While I was spanking her ass, her moans made me very horny. My cock was very hard because of her moans, so I aimed my cock at her pussy and stuffed it in from behind. When I put it in she moaned the loudest she'd ever moaned. She seems very sensitive now. I just put it in and thrust it a few times and she squirted a lot. Her juices flowed down my legs. I kept my position still and used my hands to collect the juices that flowed down my legs and put them into her mouth. She licked my fingers lewdly. She so enjoyed licking juices from my fingers. After she licked all the juices off my fingers, my hands were already filled with her saliva. However, she didn't stop, instead, she continued licking it as if she was licking a cock. Since she wouldn't stop, I had to start pumping her. I pumped harder and harder. She moaned and let go my fingers. I used my saliva-covered fingers to grope her tits.

"Did I much better than your sex slave Sinb, huh?" I was groping her tits with my hands and kissing her ears. I whispered in her ears "Yes, you are definitely better than that bitch, you are my dream girl.”  She smiled with satisfaction and turned her face to kiss me. We kissed passionately, but I didn't stop and continued to fuck her. Seeing her sweat made me lick her sweat. Her sweat was like an aphrodisiac and made me very excited. I started to lose my mind because of Ms.Umji. Everything about her made me crazy. I increased the force of my thrusts regardless of everything. She didn't stop me but instead enjoyed my vigorous thrusts very much. “Yes…. Fuck me like this hard…. Ruined me with your rock-hard dick.” She's so good at dirty talk. Her dirty talk had me almost on the verge of cumming. “Umji…. I am almost!”  "Yes...fill me up with your hot cum again." With the last few thrusts, I creampie her again. This time the semen seemed to respond to my fantasy, I ejaculated even more than the previous times. Only Ms. Umji can makes me cum more and more every time.

“Ah…. your cum is so much inside me. It's so great.” She instantly collapsed on the table from exhaustion. I followed her and lay on her back and my cock are still inside her pussy didn't pull out. We were both panting. "You haven't taken your cock out yet, do you still want to continue, young man?" "Yeah, I'm not tired of fucking you yet." She motioned for me to sit on the chair, she followed my movements and rode directly on my cock. She didn't say anything and just rode my cock in reverse cowgirl. Her skillful riding skills brought me to the point of climax without even moving. I came quickly this time because she was so good at riding my cock. “I am sorry, cumming too fast this time.” I immediately apologized to her, feeling like she wouldn't like me cumming so fast. "It's okay, we can try other positions until you can't cum anymore." She looked at me and smirked. We didn’t know how long we had been having sex in the conference room. We only noticed that the sky outside had darkened. We were both lying there exhausted, and Ms. Umji's pussy was full of semen. “Tha..nks for the semen.” She said shakily, and I watched with satisfaction as my semen filled her pussy. 

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Hello, I'm back to writing smut again. It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and I feel like I don’t know how to write. Btw, I'm still thinking about an ending to this series. I wanted to write a bad ending for this man because he was so bad to Sinb. How do you think the ending of this series should be written? Hope you will like this

[angelwishess]

“C’mon! Wipe the floor with em’!”

[SR] Kyra Lovelace — Go Go Night Raven!

Event by @cheerleaderman !!!

Voicelines, full outfit pic and ramblings/hcs utc~

Groovy: [LOCKED]

Home: Go, Go! 1-A! Yaay!~

Home idle — login: Hey, hey! Time to get up! Cmon! The games are about to begin!

Home idle — Groovy: [LOCKED]

Home idle I: Acey and Deucey better not mess this up for us! If they do… I’ll make sure they never live it down.

Home idle II: Mm, I wonder if theres any equestrian events? If there are— you bet your ‘horses’ I’m participating! Haha, get it? Ah, I’m so funny.

Home idle III: Aren’t their uniforms just darling? I love how cute they all are! Wonder if I can steal a jacket for myself… I mean— get one, for myself. Yeah!

Home tap — Groovy: [LOCKED]

Home tap I: Like my makeup? Hehe! I asked for a little help, I think the gemstones are a nice touch!

Home tap II: Huh? ..You’re surprised I’m not cheering for Floydie? Hahaha! Maybe I would’ve if it was just another one of his games, but this is different. He’s totally going down! Go 1-A!!

Home tap III: This whole, ‘cheerleading’ stuff is so unique, isn’t it? ..What? ‘Do I not know what cheerleaders are’? P-Pfft! Whaat?? I—I totally do!” (Shes lying. She didnt know what cheerleaders were until this event.)

Home tap V: Ready?~ Lets go, go 1-A! Wipe the floor with their sorry asses! Make em’ see stars! …What? Too much? Pshh, nah. Im jus’ encouring them!

Home tap IV: Wanna see me do a backflip?? I can cartwheel, too! Look, look!! Im so cool! Watch me walk with my hands!!!

(^^ she only learned to do that stuff recently for the event LMFAO)

I couldn’t resist making her sparkly LMAOO

I imagine her being really REALLY into the whole cheerleader thing… Except shes too into it. Wayy too enthusiastic and cheers like shes watching a wrestling match sometimes 😭😭

I ADDED SOME STAR GEMSTONES N PURPLE GEMSTONES NEAR HER EYES :33 She also has sparkly eyeshadow but her hair is covering it here sigh…

Her laces for her shoes are mismatched !! Thought it’d be a cute detail~

She def steals Floyd’s jacket from the event after its over. Sorry, its the Kyra tax im aftaid all jackets must be handed over to her /silly

Kyra is SUUPER competetive, so not even Floyd is spared during this event , and similar events 😭😭

After learning how to do tricks like cartwheeling and walking on her hands, her response to almost everything for funsies is to blackflip. Im sorry but whoever taught her this just did irreversable damage and shes going to be abusing her ability to backflip whenever she can

“Kyra why did you draw Azul as the soyboy on your exam paper” “i was bored lol *backflips*

This is getting so off topic i apologize LMFAO

Simultaniously the worst and best cheerleader ever, bless the souls who aren’t in 1-A because she WILL be talking trash (passive aggressively) (or not idk)

[dullgecko]

I enjoy the idea that for fun, Gorgug completes a number of doctorate and research degrees after graduating, maybe while teaching, playing music and adventuring as side jobs. Ones like engineering or computer sciences, at first because he didn’t know what else to do, and then because he found them really fun.

Until he tries to take a magical one (that focuses on combining magic and tech) and finds that, instead of a Dr. title, the program actually awards the official title of ‘wizard.’ He actually finds out because Ayda, who also has that degree, applauds him for finally becoming ‘the greatest wizard of his time.’

Gorgug collecting degrees like pokemon cards really tickles me. He's just doing 4 years of coursework at once constantly because whatever, he's done it before it's fine. He does it mostly long-distance but getting his friends to teleport him to the uni for exams and stuff he has to do in person is easy enough. He still gets Riz to help him study because the little guy really enjoys collecting random knowledge that would help him with his investigations even if he doesnt want the degree.

Also Dr.Dr.Dr.Wiz Thistlespring hahaha.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

so out of the blue but have you ever thought of writing about fratboy! billy ? or had a headcanon of some sorts? hahaha i just thought it'd be fun to see how you'd write about him

I'm not into the juvenile concept tbh, I've thought about it but I realize it's not really for me. I don't mind reading it, but I definitely couldn't find the inspiration for it.

Plus, Billy doesn't even attend college in the show, I don't think he's the kind of person to pursue it unless he really thought it would do him some good and then he'd be the odd older guy in all your econ classes who makes notes on paper and squints at the PowerPoint presentations because why is he doing this to himself and maybe you bump your shin on a chair and he offers you his cold bottle to help the swelling. Everyone keeps pointing out how weird he is to dress formally to class but he's just doing it part time after work and he's not confident to ask for help, except you smile at him each time you make eye contact so it won't hurt to ask about the online exams-

Oh look I've rambled again 😂

[zeeamoe]

The Boy That Sits Alone In The Front Row Always Wears A Black Sweater

Although the boy in the black sweater didn’t have any friends on campus or around where he lived, that didn’t mean that people were completely unaware of his existence. People around him might have their own perspective of him, and I was familiar with quite a lot of them.

I don’t think he was the type to care about what people think of him, and I don’t mind what other people say as long as it doesn’t hurt the other party.

However, people who knew me were aware of what I’m like and how I behave. They knew which group I belong to, the people I usually gather with.

Well, aside from my closest friends, who knew most of the full story, there were nosy people here and there who had nothing better to do in their life. At that time, I didn’t know that he wasn’t the only student from our campus living in that fancy apartment. There exist other spoiled rich kids in my campus who lived there.

And apparently some kind of rumor has been going around without my knowledge.

I was minding my own business, standing in the hallway after an exam session. It was crowded with students who just got out from different exam rooms, discussing their answers or talking about the next exam.

It just so happened that I was spacing out, staring into an empty wall right across me, when a group of guys suddenly passed by. The tallest one glanced my way only for a second, but we accidently made eye contact.

Ah, I knew this guy.

We were in a group project together last semester, but never got any classes together since then, so we naturally drifted apart.

The only thing we had in common was that we were both social butterflies.

Except that I was the kind of butterfly who could get along with everyone because I happen to be that way, while he was the socialite butterfly who jumps from one circle to another because he goes to multiple events and parties.

When he realized who I was, he cheerfully called out.

“Hey, It’s you! Hahaha! It has been a while, huh?”

I returned the smile, just not as warmly.

“Haha, yeah!”

It wasn’t because I disliked him or anything, I was just worn out by the exam, and had a lot on my mind.

But he did rub me off the wrong way for some reason. Not that he was a bad guy, just that he was a bit too nice. As if he always knows the right words to say to get information.

For example…

“By any chance, do you live anywhere nearby? Like in the apartment about 3 blocks down?”

You mean the apartment where a certain skunk lives?

“No, I had to take the subway.”

“Oh, really? I could’ve sworn I saw you there a few times! What were you doing there?”

“I have friends there, so I visit from time to time. How come you saw me? I never saw you!”

And a few times at that.

He blinked as if he was confused. Why?

And he said, “You know I live there, right?”

How was I supposed to know that? Anyway, I just went with this weirdly cheerful flow.

“Dude! No way! Which tower and which floor?”

“The frontmost, 18th floor.”

Ah, f*ck. That floor? The same one where the skunk is? Of course he’d seen me a few times, the real question was how come I never saw him?

I should pay more attention to my surroundings.

Wouldn’t it mean that this guy had seen me come over nearly everyday and stay there until late at night? Maybe not all the time, but definitely more than just a few times.

I pretended to not know anything, scratching my head.

“Huh? Weird. I don’t remember ever seeing you.”

“Rude! Are you sure you didn’t just forget about me? Or maybe you were just ignoring me!” he joked.

Most likely both. My bad.

“Anyway, it seems like I always find you there! What’s the deal?”

As he said that, a few people who heard us started giggling.

I understood what was happening. For someone who was never seen going out on dates and was pretty known around campus, it was bound to create gossip when they were spotted repeatedly seeing someone who was basically unknown.

Even my closest friends have asked me about it before, which I answered kind of vaguely, using the excuse of wanting to befriend him and improving my studies.

Honestly, I didn’t really care about the rumor. It was just for fun and no harm done, but I wondered if it would make him uncomfortable.

I held my hand up dramatically.

“Alright, folks, no big deal here! I happen to have three brain cells at most and found someone who could help me utilize all three of them for maximum results. In other words, a tutor who is now my friend.”

One of my friends snickered.

“Oho, a friend or a friend?”

I laughed it off and slapped her shoulder lightly.

The tall guy laughed loudly at her joke while tapping at my back. The laugh sounded like a bear. And since he was wearing a red hoodie, he kind of reminded me of red pandas.

“Hey, hey, I’ll take your word for it! Just a friend, right? Let’s not make baseless rumors!”

You were the one who brought it up.

“I’m gonna go, but we should catch up sometimes! Good luck with your next exam!”

“Sure! You too!”

He probably won’t be seeing me much anymore, considering how I got kicked out just yesterday.

Anyway, that exchange of words triggered some kind of chain reaction. During lunch time, a few people who passed by our table asked me some questions.

“Are you actually seeing someone?”

“Ayyy, did someone finally catch your eye? I thought you’d never date!”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re dating someone? After our finals, I want you to tell me everything!”

I just laughed in response most of the time, and denied it awkwardly. Saying things like, ‘Haha I’m not dating!’, and ‘He’s just a friend!’, but no one really bought it.

At this point, the buzz of this topic had probably reached his ears somewhere.

I wonder how he reacted to it.

Maybe he didn’t care about it. Or maybe he was blissfully unaware of it all. I bet he went straight home after finishing his exams, missing all the talk.

The thing is, his existence that was usually ignored was now suddenly being paid attention to. If people didn’t care before that he was always alone, now they wonder why he’s like that.

If they never questioned him before because he seemed to be content with being alone, now whether he likes it or not, they will question him because it was unnatural to want to be alone.

Yet, they still weren’t able to approach him. 

He’s still the same. Exuding that aura of, ‘don’t talk to me’ everywhere he went.

And what do people do when they have unanswered questions? They make up the answers themselves. And that’s how rumors start.

A few days passed, and finals week was over.

I was finally hanging out with my friends again, rather than going straight to his apartment to check up on him. Still a little bit uneasy after he kicked me out. I thought I’d give him a little time before annoying him again.

One of my friends made a joke.

“Whoaaa! How long has it been since you sat with us? I thought you'd forgotten all about your friends!”

“As if! Trust me, I was really desperate to get that A.”

“Oh, no kidding, you said you had to retake the course if you didn’t, right? All that’s left is to wait for the results.”

“Ughhhh, I know! And that’s the worst part, cause I can’t do anything about it.”

“Alright, alright, all that’s done is done. You did the best you could.”

The one beside me patted my back and smiled proudly. She didn’t pull back her hand, and kept it on my shoulder instead.

We were done with our lunch and were about to wrap up. To celebrate finishing our finals, we planned to go to karaoke and wind down before the results announcement. Because if we waited until then, who knows if any one of us gets a mental breakdown from it?

“Okay, wanna go now?”

“Sure!”

My two friends who sat across got up from their seats, but I wasn’t able to follow them. I was held down with the hand on my shoulder.

I looked at the friend beside me, and she gave me a sarcastic smile.

She yelled, “Go ahead! We’ll catch up!”

“Okay! See you there!”

As soon as the two of them left, the grip on my shoulder suddenly got tighter violently.

“Ouch, hey! Stop that! What is it?”

She took off her hand, and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“Spill. What’s your relationship with him now?”

I gave her a weird look while rubbing my shoulder. What is she even on about? It wasn’t like she was one of the mobs who fed on rumors, she was supposed to know most of what happened.

“Nothing? You know about this already! He’s just a friend.”

“Yeah, but you visit him everyday! I mean, sure, it’s because you were desperate for your grades, and you were helping him out for his pathetic lifestyle you always complain about, yada, yada, yada, but come on! You. Visit. Him. Everyday. And you even cook and clean for him.”

I looked at her as if she was crazy.

“What are you even implying here?”

She sighed, “You do know that it’s not a normal exchange between friends, right? Just because he helped you out, doesn’t mean that you have to become his housewife.”

“What the f*ck? I’m not becoming his housewife!”

“His nanny then… Or some kind of caretaker. What I’m saying is, are you sure you didn’t catch feelings for him somewhere along the way?”

“No?”

She tilted her head.

“No?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

Actually, now that I think about it, it makes sense why she would come to that conclusion. If she were to act that way for someone despite saying it was an act of gratitude, I would also think she was high heels for them.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the reason. But I can’t just say that I did all that to make sure that guy didn’t off himself. There was no reason to cause unnecessary discomfort to her, and it wouldn’t be fair to him if I go around telling people that he was suicidal.

Her face was now less excited, and there was a little bit of something else… like relief?

It felt like she was about to speak again, but for some reason she didn’t. She got up instead.

“We should catch up with the others.”

“Yeah.”

“By the way, you’re still friends with him right? You’re still going to be close with him even though finals are over and the deal’s off?”

Right, about that. 

“Umm, I’m actually not sure about that. He’s not the type who likes being with other people originally.”

In fact, he cut me off before finals were even over.

“I figured,” she shrugged.

There was a pause. I thought she was going to say something again, but it came to a full stop. Is there something she wanted to tell me?

I asked her.

“Why are you asking me all this?”

She looked at me with an expression that was full of thought. As if she was thinking over something. 

I continued jokingly, “Are you perhaps jealous?”

She blinked.

“No, just curious.”

Ah, no fun.

Something was off though, I had a bad feeling. 

Naturally, I stopped by his apartment the next day. Partly because I wanted to get rid of any worry, and partly because I wanted to give my final thanks. A genuine one, not out of concern, but out of gratitude. 

I walked through the apartment lobby with take-out food in my hands. But I stopped right before the elevator.

Is this right?

It felt awkward to just show up randomly after being cut off. Especially after everything he said about not blaming myself. There was this weird sense of pride that didn’t make sense.

I had been helping him for my own sake. So, when he told me to stop, there was no good reason to continue. My help was unwelcomed anyway. Showing up means I’m admitting that I care.

Of course, I care about my friends. He’s my friend now.

Then again, he didn’t seem to think of me as a friend. I was probably just someone who popped out of nowhere to nag him for every little thing.

Ah, but who cares at this point? I bet he’d just sigh when he finds me at the front door with a tired look on his face. Then, I can leave him be as he wished.

I pressed on the elevator button.

At the same time, a tall person in a grey shirt and a blue cap stood beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, his height and figure was familiar.

I whipped my head and pointed at him.

“You!”

He turned to me and smiled.

The red panda!

This bastard must have recognized me from the back. He just didn’t greet me first.

“Oh, hello! Been a while since I’ve seen you here.”

I rolled my eyes. It hasn’t even been a week… Wait, does that mean he really did see me everyday?

“I see you brought something,” he pointed at the food I was carrying. “Is it for him?”

“Yeah, he tends to skip his meals.”

“I think his place needs to be cleaned, too,” he joked. “Is he like your pet dog or something?”

“More like a skunk.”

“What?”

Dammit, he definitely saw me throwing out trash to the garbage room every Monday.

Ding! 

The elevator arrived.

When the door opened, neither of us moved to go in.

“Aren’t you going in?”

“Why are you not going in?”

Both of us just stood there until the elevator door closed again.

I didn’t go in because I suddenly realized something. A third party had been witnessing my efforts all this time. He probably saw me bringing groceries, taking out the trash, maybe even leaving the apartment late at night. This realization gave me a new perspective.

These past few months, have I really been spending my time taking care of someone who didn’t even care?

The image of myself going in and out of his room seemed pathetic and desperate. He was right after all, what was it all worth doing all this?

“Hey, is everything alright?”

The panda spoke.

I coughed to shake away my thoughts.

“Nothing, um, have you ever felt like all your effort and hard work turned out to be worthless in the end?”

He didn’t expect that question and stared at me for a few seconds. Then, he made a face of understanding.

“Oh, I see. Did you get dumped? Haha! Kidding!”

He changed his posture once I glared at him. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth.

“I mean, it can’t be completely worthless, right? I don’t what’s the context here, but let’s say that you’ve been studying all your life to be a chemical engineer, and it was all you’ve ever dreamed of, only to find out that you’re colorblind.”

I was a bit taken aback by that analogy.

“That’s very specific. A chemical engineer?”

“Hey, people have different dreams!”

“Colorblind people can’t be a chemical engineer?”

He looked at me confused.

“Oh, you were asking seriously? There’s a lot of color-coded systems in engineering. Technically, you can still try to work in that field, but it’ll be way harder and work options will be way more limited. In the end it was just not worth pursuing anymore.”

“Damn.”

To the point that it seemed like there was no value in pursuing that career path anymore… I couldn’t imagine how that felt. With my brain, I’ve long given up putting an effort into any dream jobs and just focused on passing school first.

“But, you know, there were two options, either continue the path knowing that you gotta work twice as hard as everyone else, or walk a completely different path. I chose the latter. And I don’t think all my hard work was worthless at all, because I enjoyed it while it lasted.”

Enjoyed it, huh? I guess I did enjoy my time spent taking care of that skunk.

Wait a minute.

I turned to look at the panda beside me.

“You wanted to be a chemical engineer?”

It didn’t suit him at all.

“You figured that out just now? Why’d you think I made a super specific analogy if it weren’t based on my experience?”

“Does that mean you’re also colorblind?” I pointed at my yellow shirt. “What color is this?”

I heard him take a deep breath. I must be really annoying. Whatever, I’m used to that reaction.

“Yellow. You do know that most colorblind people aren’t fully colorblind, right?”

“Congratulations! Now you know I’m dumb. We learned something new about each other. Yay!”

He laughed and stepped backwards to let other people use the elevator. I followed suit, not wanting to enter it yet.

“So, how is it going with that guy? Was your question related to him by any chance?”

“Hmm?”

He pointed upwards with his chin.

“My neighbor.”

“Kind of. It was actually like this. I’m very stupid, and I was failing one of my classes. As in, I have to retake this class if I didn’t get an A on the final project. And I noticed that he was getting straight A’s, and since we’re in the same class, I asked for help. Then, I came over to his apartment and it was full of trash! Like, no joke, it was trash everywhere! So, I made a deal, ‘Hey, in return for you helping me with my project, I’ll clean your place for you!’ but then, I also found out that he sucks at taking care of himself! Not eating, not cleaning, everything! At that point, I considered him my friend, you know! So, I forced him to eat and go outside! Honestly, I feel like a nagging mom sometimes!”

I ranted non-stop until I was breathing quite heavily by the end of it.

At least he listened well, I got to give it to him. The look he gave me was obviously saying things like, ‘Calm down’ and, ‘I didn’t ask about all that’ but he nodded slowly once I was done.

“And then what happened?”

I glanced down and caught the sight of the take-out food. Hopefully it hasn’t gone cold.

“Uhh, turns out, he didn’t like what I did. I guess anyone would be bothered if other people started meddling with their lives, haha! And umm, he told me to stop… It was during finals, so I no longer needed his help with the project as well.”

“Hmm, I see.”

He nodded understandingly.

“You’re still worried about him. That’s why you’re bringing him food. But I think you should give him space. I would also hate it if someone started doing all of that out of nowhere, because It would feel like I’m being underestimated. It’s like, I can take care of myself, you know? I think everyone feels that way. I’d appreciate it if I was unwell, but in general it would just feel like you’re mocking me.”

“Huh, I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah, especially at this age, and as a guy, we have our pride… I guess some people might like it, but not everyone is like that.”

The thing is though, it’s different. Would you say that the boy in that black sweater could take care of himself? He could, I’m sure. But, he didn’t even care about living, let alone to take care of himself.

Suddenly, I got curious.

This panda had seen me multiple times ever since I started coming here. Had he ever run into him before that?

“Hey, how long have you lived here?”

“Since I started college. My parents rented this place because they didn’t want me to stay in the student housing.”

“What do you think of him? Have you ever run into him since you lived here?”

He pondered for a bit while scratching his head. Based on his face, nothing seemed to come up.

“I’m not sure. I never paid attention to him. We don’t run into each other that much. Honestly, I didn’t even know that we went to the same college until you showed up.”

That makes sense. I didn’t expect much when I asked anyway. 

I lifted up the take-out food in front of him.

“Can you deliver this?”

“What? Why? Give it to him yourself!”

“You said I should give him space.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to be your errand boy! Just give it to him and then give him space!”

“Please? You’re such a nice guy, listening to all my worries and whatnot! why won’t you go the extra mile and deliver this for me?”

“Gahh, fine!”

He grabbed the food.

I knew he was a people pleaser. He seemed like the type.

And I thought it would be great for that skunk to interact with someone else other than me every once in a while.

“I’ll see you around, I guess,” he said before pressing the elevator button.

“Yeah! Hey, thanks a lot!”

He turned his head away, but I saw him give a quick nod. So, I decided to head out of the apartment. 

I actually felt a bit of ease after all that.

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[thelunarfairy]

What if he's dead? Maybe after 50 years he died of old age or something which is why Yashiro imagined him in the crowd when she was performing (because he turned into a ghost again and somehow his remaining soul was in the crowd)

I'm so excited for the new chapter I need to know what's gonna happen next!! I am close by to exams week right now and I'm just awaiting for tbhk chapters lol

It's a good theory haha There is a possibility that he died, but I don't know about him turning into the ghost that appeared to Nene, that's because the ghost was "Hanako" and he looked 13 years old, but in this reality he appeared alive in the phase adult.

Which means if he had died, he would have looked like a grown man. BUT, that doesn't negate the fact that he may have actually died, but we don't know if he became a ghost.

Hmm…. I really wanted to see how Nene will deal with the adult, living Amane…. Maybe he's just retired, maybe? Does the red house still exist? hmm…..

Hahaha you are excited!!!! I am too, Nene will probably meet Tsukasa first, I don't know if in the next chapter, but it seems like it's most likely

[shiesan]

Shu Yamino HCs + more

I think it’s gender neutral? hehehehehehe i dont proof read pardun my ass.

Classmate edition!

- Class presiden’t. He has the vibes of a class president but isn’t the actual president. I fee like Shu would decline even if the whole class wanted him as president.

-Teachers’ fave. I can imagine Shu just minding his own business, reading away, and then suddenly the teacher calls him to answer the question a classmate failed to answer. He’s not arrogant about it though, sometimes he even gets them wrong but he apologizes immediately and states that he has much to learn. The exact reason why the profs love him lots.

-Shu is one of the best seatmates! Don’t have your book? Scoot a little closer and he’ll share with you. Need some trouble with a math problem? He’s there to help. Need a cough drop, pen, paper, paracetamol, and a whole house? he has it in his bag. Everyone at the start of the school year prays that they’ll be seated next to Shu. Did I mention he smells great?

-Lunches with him. He usually packs his lunch and eats with you. On most days you guys sit somewhere a bit more breezy and quite since you guys like to have silent time and a break from your rowdy classmates. 

“Y/N, why don’t we eat near that tree today! Its not too hot outside today so I think it’ll be pleasant.”

Sure enough it was. You guys always enjoy your lunch break with each other, sometimes even bringing the other person a little dessert or snack. So cute!

- Going Home. Shu is really the sweetest. When you guys are going home he ALWAYS follows the sidewalk rule! He tries not to be to obvious about it and hopes you don’t point out anything (babu is shy). Although he can’t go home with you all the time he makes sure you’re home safe, you are a good friend of his after all . He knows some of his friends take the same route as you so he asks them if they don’t mind looking after you as well (ofc without you knowing hehe). Tells you to immediately text him when you get home and reminds you to rest first before taking a bath.

-Summer Break. Messages you and asks if you want to hang out. Honestly he just misses you since he hasn’t seen you in two weeks.

Y/n, are you busy today?

Not really. Why?

Was wondering if you wanted to hang-out? I don’t really have anything in mind though hahaha.

You picked the arcade. It’s so much fun!! You remember that after every exam you guys would go to the arcade to celebrate and memories of Shu’s radiant smile immediately warms your heart. What is this. You’ve had a crush on Shu since forever! Ignoring it was so easy back then but not anymore. Especially when everyone around you thinks that there’s something between you guys. Honestly, you wish there was. You always thought “Oh, Shu’s future partner will be so lucky,” silently hoping that it was you. 

Discarding your romantic feelings toward the man was hard, you kept asking the universe to stop giving their least experienced player the hardest quests but alas! Here you are. Infront of the arcade you and Shu frequent. Silently hoping he doesn’t show up so your heart doesn’t go crazy and you live another day. But it’s Shu we’re talking about, the oh-so lovable Shu. 

The Shu that takes your breath away.

The Shu that always makes sure that you’re okay.

The Shu that will always help you with your homework.

The Shu that will always reach out to you first when it comes to group projects.

The Shu whose whole family loves you so much so that sometimes they tell Shu to bring another bento for you.

The Shu you spend all night playing online games with.

The Shu you want to be yours.

Maybe he’ll be your Shu one day.

Your thoughts get interrupted by the sorcerer himself, Shu Yamino.

“Y/N! I bought you a _____ shake on the way here. It’s a bit melted because of the heat, hope you don’t mind.” You shake your head, smile, and take the shake he was offering you. You hugged him as a sign of gratitude and just because you missed him, even if he drove you crazy.

Shu froze for a bit. It was quite strange, the feeling that Shu felt. It was like any normal hug though, you guys hugged plenty of times! Why now does he feel like he doesn’t want to let you go.

The hug that felt like minutes came to an end as you pulled away from him and dragged him into the arcade. With a bag of tokens in each of your hands you guys spend hours and hours inside the arcade. Hours spent having so much fun with the person you love, hours creating memories to cherish forever.

You wanted to switch thing up. Although anywhere with him feels like the best place on earth, you wanted to create a new core memory with him. 

“Shu, wanna go watch the sunset?”

Boing boing boing. A basketball falls to the floor, a ball that Shu was supposed to shoot but due to shock he just froze. Realizing what the did, he picks up the ball and returns in to the machine, dusting off his hands afterwards.

“Sure!” He smiles. That sounds sweet, said his inner thoughts. Shu returned the favor, this time he was the one who took you by the hand and dragged you outside to watch the sunset. 

The mall you guys frequent is actually close to the sea. The back of the mall overlooks the vast ocean and the sun happened to be setting in that direction. Hurried steps came from the both of you as you rush outside to make sure that you would see the sunset. It confused you though. The fact that Shu, instead of letting your hand go once you got out of the arcade had intertwined them instead. You weren’t complaining. Not at all. But this gave you the idea that maybe the feelings you thought were once one sided weren’t as one sided as you thought. 

“Ey, we’re here!” Shu says as you guys get close to a railing which gave you the perfect view of the sunset.

“Yeah,” you slowly say as you catch your breath. “We made it just in time.”

The sun slowly began to leave your sight, it looked like it was lowering itself into the ocean, leaving shades of red and orange behind. 

How pretty. Both of you thought. Your eyes remain on the setting sun and Shu’s sight remains on you.

He readjusts his grip on your hand, reminding you that he was still holding it. 

You took your eyes off of the sunset and looked him in the eyes. He looked so happy. So at peace with himself.

“Shu, your hand.” he maintains eye contact with you and just says “hmm?” 

“Your hand.” You say again, this time lifting your intertwined hands. 

He just smiles and holds your hand tighter. Suddenly it felt warmer. And suddenly you found yourself in Shu’s embrace.

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OKAY I LIED IT WASNT ONLY HCS

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy my ass writing. Till next time

-shie-san

[ssa-dado]

Symposium part 18 and NEWS!!! (One Shots) - democracy time 2.0

I think it's been about 12 hours now since I finished writing the entire synopsis for part 18. (Part of it was already done since it was originally meant for ch.17). This afternoon, I started expanding on it, and let me tell you, I’m pretty sure the next chapter is going to be a long one, possibly around 14k words like Folie à Deux.

Would you be okay with that?

(Of course, whenever I write a longer chapter, it’s because you’ve got to trust the vision. Just a heads-up, this one’s going to be an emotional rollercoaster, we all know what happens at the end of 3x2)

That said, since I believe 15k words should be the max for a chapter, we’ll be following our favorite Philosopher through only one case as the temporary Unit Chief.

(It’s her first case, which is the most important for establishing her relationship with the team as an individual, as she would put it)

This got me thinking…

if you have any requests (like cute scenarios, or anything specific you’d like to see), or if you want to know more about what happens during certain gaps in the plot (like what happens between chapters 10 and 11), I could start expanding the Symposium Cinematic Universe with some shorter one-shots (max 3k words).

Of course, since these are just one-shots, they’d focus on smaller moments.

For example, their first actual kiss is definitely staying in the main series (it feels so far away right now HAHAHA, imagine them kissing! I wrote five paragraphs just for a hug… imagine a kiss).

BUT if you wanted a more detailed, maybe spicier version of what happened after chapter 9 🥸, I could definitely take requests for that! (Have mercy, I'm demi and I've never written any actual smut - ever)

You could even suggest fun concepts, like a “Prehistoric Prank War” (imagine if Hotch swapped all her pens with black-ink ones). Or maybe they have their firearms evaluation exam together. Ooh, or here’s a fun one: to get back at Gideon after chapter 9, they start a secret admirer prank! (Or even some jealous Hotch, when they go to the bar together and one piece of shit of a man starts harassing us)

(I’m definitely leaning towards writing more fluff and funny moments, so feel free to rejoice!)

This way, you can request anything from any point in the timeline, and I won’t have to get grey hairs trying to make it fit perfectly with what I’m currently writing or planning to write.

I’m not sure yet if I’d alternate them with the main series, so let me know what you think! You’d still get 1 to 2 main chapters each week, but if I start doing one-shots, I could aim for 2 to 3 (maybe even 4) updates weekly. Or I could release both: a main chapter and a one-shot each week.

Please please please let me know!

My inbox is ready and waiting for all your requests! (Be sure to include one request per message so I can reply to each one directly)

Lots of ragù kisses,

Phi 🤍