#my high school english teacher would have a field day with me huh

[ghost-proofbaby]

congrats on 1k!!! 💙💙🌻🌻 I would like to request Eddie and my favorite song of the moment which is 'House Song' by Searows. it's kinda sad but cozy, so feel free to go easy on my heart and not write it angsty. or do. 😭🥰

thank you bluey <3 oh my word, this is my first time hearing this song and it is so terribly cozy and yet so sad in such a familiar way. i chose to focus on the lyric "something inside of me is rotten, i have to find it and cut it out", and also was inspired by the line from Euripides in which Orestes says "it's rotten work." and Pylades replies "not to me. not if it's you."

also, totally unrelated, but if i could lock this piece away in my soul until my days end, i would. i got way too carried away and made a fool of myself i fear.

warnings: none except bad writing and me taking a metaphor too far as i tried too hard though be warned this one is in third person rather than second to switch it up!!!

1k celebration - come party with me!

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People do not make good homes.

It is a hard lesson Eddie has had to learn in his twenty three years of life. 

Wide, innocent eyes are not open windows with billowing curtains. Caressing limbs are not bed sheets to wrap you up on wintry mornings. Pursed lips are not crackling speakers bleeding out familiar tunes as a record turns against a needle. Soft kisses aren’t the scent of clean laundry, tired yawns aren’t creaks from the attic, and ribs are not enough to build up the four walls to make a home. 

It happens every time; Eddie lets someone in, he opens himself up and lets the vulnerability drip from him in waves, until the fatal day comes in which suddenly the front door is closed on him, never to open again. The locks have been changed, the windows have been slammed shut, the sheets have been tucked under mattresses to grow cold. All the familiar, comforting old vinyls lay to rest and gather dust in a crate in the corner of abandoned rooms. 

People do not make good homes. He has come to accept this. Until she came along. 

Maybe her soft eyes weren't open windows to let in a summer’s breeze, but he swore he could still see the sun pouring in through their freshly painted panes. Maybe her steady arms weren’t clean sheets from the dryer, but they still blanket him in warmth all the same when they’d wrap their way around his waist. Whenever she’d open her mouth and give him a glimpse into her mind, it didn’t sound like his uncle’s old albums. It was something new, an unfamiliar melody he could neither tune out nor hum along to. She was a labyrinth of possibilities, a new shiny two-story house with the picket white fence. Bare feet against wooden floors that didn’t creak with protest, shimmering light fixtures that didn’t flicker with uncertainty, a front door swung wide open as if to say, come in. Make yourself at home. 

And when he made no move to come inside, when he stayed planted in the pristine front yard clear of weeds and verdant with hope, she had simply left the porch light on for him. She shut the door, but she never turned the lock. A reassurance that her offer still stood, in soft smiles and understanding nods, until he was ready. 

People should not make good homes. But then again, people like her existed. 

Eddie kept up the battle long enough. But eventually, the war inside his mind had raged long enough, and he walked up those front porch steps. He reached out for the unlocked door, and it was a breath of relief when it opened for him with a gentle click. She never locked him out. She had kept her promise of an offer. And when he finally arrived in the entryway, when he finally breached the threshold, she was waiting there, eager and gentle and beautiful, already reaching for his coat. She had been waiting. Always waiting, always patient. Just for him.

Her walls were fresh with paint, layering over any imperfections left behind by previous tenants. All scuff marks left by kitchen screaming matches had long been buffed out of mahogany boards. There are no ticks in door frames to account for the change of her height over the years, no frames of the ones before him she had let in. No signs of anyone having made her house a home before him. He couldn’t see her history in the way she could see his. Instead, he had to listen to it. Over cups of lukewarm coffee made just the way he likes it, over photo albums she describes that sit in a box in the attic, left to rot but never be forgotten. He learns of her past as she speaks of it as if it didn’t happen to her, as if it had been some movie she’d seen on late night television. And his heart aches. Because as she tells him all this, as she hands over a key to her heart and shows him how to unlatch her bay windows, he can see what her eyes beg of him. 

This has never been a home before. Please, make this house a home. Please.

But he’s terrified. His past is a conglomeration of abandoned cookie cutter homes, void of the warmth he feels beneath her surface. A doom town waiting for the atomic explosion. That’s what he is – the atomic explosion. He is the chaos and the destruction, the thing to burn down all that he holds sacred. It wasn’t hard to figure out; he had always been the common denominator in his own rotation of his own tenants. He’s terrified to add her home onto the end of the street, to lay in wait for the day he ruins all that they are. All that she is. 

But then she’s kissing him. She’s kissing him, and she’s holding him, and she’s reading her favorite books aloud to him in the afternoon lulls, and he can’t help but indulge. Because she’s home. She’s baked cookies and framed photos of better days. She’s hot chocolate and white Christmas mornings. She’s strong oak trees in the backyard and fresh cut flowers in the kitchen. 

People do not make good homes. But she is more than a metaphor.

The key to her hangs heavy on his keyring, but it is worth the weight on nights like tonight. Nights where he watches the rise and fall of her chest as her cheeks presses to his bare shoulder, her hand still curled around his even in her sleep. She loves him, she waits for him, she makes him feel more at home than anyone has in his twenty three years of life. Even after she had discovered the rot deep inside of him, she stayed and persisted as she digs it out and places down new baseboards, prepared to stand by his side as he makes the necessary renovations to himself that have been years in the making. She’s everything to him. She’s his home, his past be damned. 

People do not always make good homes. They are nothing more than houses, and just because the lights are on in the windows does not mean they are meant to be the place you lay your head to rest. They do not come prefilled with the love and warmth that is needed to be good homes. It is a process, aching and terrible and hard enough work that most people will not bother. But with her in his arms, Eddie thinks he is finally learning what it means to make a house a home. 

It was never about him making her house a home. It was about him finding home in himself, with her picture on his bedside table and her breath on his neck as she rests easy beside him. This lesson, as it turns out, wasn’t quite as hard to learn.

[suckitsurveys]

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? Yessssss I am looking forward to having several of those in a row soon. After this Thursday I am off work for 2 weeks!

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yeah.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? I don’t have one.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? Nah.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? I think when L*d** and I went to Indianapolis to see Sarah when she was there. There was an accident on the interstate and we sat in the same spot for almost two hours.

Best field trip experience? I LOVED going to any kind of museum on a field trip. We also went to the Zoo a lot because it was so close to where I went to grade school.

Have you ever been to New York City? Not yet! I am going this spring though!.

If so, is it all its cracked up to be? --

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? Like $400 at a steakhouse once oops.

What museums have you visited, if any? A lot of them. Most of the ones in Chicago, and some in other cities too.

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? Uh huh.

What’s your worst traveling experience? I've *thankfully* haven’t had any really awful traveling experiences. Just exhausting ones.

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? I never really played the Sims games.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? The people who lived above us before our current neighbors had the LOUDEST dog that they would just let bark and bark and bark.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? My English teachers. All of them.

Best muffin you’ve ever had? Blueberry muffins with the crusty sugar tops.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? Just a workshop, not like a whole class.

If so, was it required? --

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? Maybe 30 mins - an hour a day total. I belong to a shit ton of shitposting groups so I like to check those daily lol.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? Blah.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I mean, good? Idk. My music taste is “hey, I like the way this song sounds,” so.

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? Every day at work baybeeeee. Lol I’m kidding, but it does happen.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Not really.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? My English teachers completely ruined reading for fun for me.

How reliable is your internet connection? It’s pretty good.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? Yes.

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Making phonecalls.

What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? I’ve pulled some all-nighters in my time.

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? I do have them.

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? It would be so refreshing to just wake up and be able to see. Or have other sunglasses I can actually wear lol.

How many vegetarians do you know? I can think of three of the top of my head.

Have you ever considered going to art school? I considered going to an art high school just because some of my friends were going, but I really didn’t have a desire to outside of that.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? My brother in law.

How quickly can you write an essay? I would need a full day to stress over it first.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? Never fell asleep while in school.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? Yeah.

What bug frightens you most? I’m not “afraid” of bugs, but earwigs and centipedes creep me out the most.

Are your parents supportive of you? Yes.

How often do you take the train to go places? Rarely.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations Sure.

Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? Yeah, mock trials in school.

[itshyuka]

Hi! Do you mind if I join the teacher convo?:D I was studying to be a high school english and biology teacher at uni a few years ago. In my fourth year I had an insane burnout because we didn't get any support during the pandemic (also the education system went to hell due to politics) so I decided to take a break and put my studies on pause. I started working at a language school where I was overworked and underpaid (they reaaaaallly took advantage of the fact that i didn'thave my degree yet), but my students were amazing and I genuinely enjoyed it, and it actually gave me more experience than any classes at uni. I ended up quitting because of the overworked+underpaid part, and now i'm self employed and teach online, and I love it so much!!😭 I also managed to get back up from the burnout and planning to go back to study, although I will switch to linguistics, I don't think I could join the school system now, I have some real horror stories about my peers doing their internships during the strikes://

Did you always know you wanted to be a teacher? Is it what you'd expected? Also if you could change something about the school system to make it better (for students OR the teachers) what would you do?

It's so excited to see other young teachers!!! Most of my peers switched to something completely different, I think only one person actually graduated from my department 😔

Anyways!! Wishing you a lovely day, thank you for letting me unload all that, didn't know I needed it 😅💕💕

you can unload whenever you want!! happy to listen! especially if it’s about teaching hehe

so sorry to hear that that happened to you!! burnout is the worst…… I never felt quite the same after my first ever burnout. Glad you’re back in a much better mindset 💖 also yes to linguistics!!!! such an interesting field of study.

i’ve also heard my fair share of horror stories unfortunately… so I totally understand people like yourself who don’t want to enter it. it’s such a shame the education industry is rife with all kinds of crappy happenings.

anw um i’ve always known i’d end up in the teaching field sooner or later!! but of course it’s not what younger me expected it to be now that i’m actually a teacher. it’s so much more work behind the scenes than i realised. makes me appreciate some of my favourite teachers growing up a lot more. also it’s so emotionally draining esp when you get a class that doesn’t care 😭

something i’d change??? huh. smaller class sizes comes to mind first. students deserve more personalised help!!! but smaller class sizes means we need more teachers…. and that’s a tough ask when we get piss poor pay for the amount of stress and work we go through (esp in the public system!!) 💀 the overwhelming lack of respect for teachers is also so tough….

i think overall though i’d love to go into education policy down the line and advocate for much better support for teachers. bc better supported teachers means better supported students. like uh increased PAID planning time for one bc bruh ive spent too many nights unpaid and then guilted if i even think of claiming it as paid work… also better access to resources for ALL schools too. like equipment, facilities, textbooks and wifi.

sorry I could go on and on, and i do rant about this topic to a mate in education policy all the time HAHAHA but of course politics is messy and schools are businesses 🙄🤢 this is just my essay speed run. thanks for asking 💖💖 i always love connecting with fellow educators!!! bc i got into this industry to support people and who better to support than other fellow teachers (and also the kids of course) hehe

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby. {pt.1}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a girl who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ken kaneki & nishiki nishio {tokyo ghoul} + yuuma isogai & itona horibe {assclass}

— KEN (ft. singing)

Your closest friends invited you to a popular karaoke bar on one Friday night to celebrate a successfully passed semester in college. Of course, you couldn’t forget about your lovely boyfriend, who was at the same university, but in a different field (i.e. Japanese literature) and always supported you with all his might, knowing how much you want to do your dream job in the future.

So you went to the meeting together, and on the way to the designated place you talked all the time about what the next year of study would bring you. As soon as you reached the room where your three closest besties and one male friend were waiting for you, you both greeted them warmly, immediately taking off your thick coats and taking your seats on a soft, leather couch next to a table filled with tasty-looking snacks and colorful drinks.

Long minutes of conversations between the six of you resulted in drunk plenty of alcohol and blushes on the faces. After drinking, you always got more talkative and more self-confident, so you suggested using the TV and the karaoke machine. Of course, you first offered your friends and Ken to sing something, but they all declined, saying that you should start as an initiator. One of the girls, blonde-haired Minami, smiled at you with a sparkle in her pretty golden eyes, adding that you are the best in this and you should show how to do it correctly. You chuckled in response, waving your hand at her to dismiss compliment.

Kaneki, on the other hand, frowned as he looked at the boy who was sitting on his right.

“... Oh, you don’t know? Y/N-san hasn’t yet praised herself to you that she has a wonderful voice? Huh, huh.” The black-haired boy shook his head, reaching for the glass filled with blue something again. “Hmmm, well. Normally Y/N’s very shy, but she always sings at trips when she’s drunk.” He chuckled while you picked one of your favorite songs in the meantime. So everyone looked at your standing figure, then heard the characteristic sounds from one of Selena Gomez’s songs coming from the gray speakers.

“My dear, I dedicate it to you~!” You looked with joy on your face towards the eighteen-year-old, giving him a quick wink, and then you started your little performance with ‘Love you like a love song’ from the above-mentioned artist.

Your friends didn’t seem surprised and instead started clapping to the beat of the music... but Ken’s eyes widened and he spat out his high-percentage drink, not knowing how to react to the fact that for nine, long months of your relationship, you concealed the fact that you could sing so well and so beautifully. Your voice was perfect for the song that was playing now, and you seemed to be having a great time – there was a huge smile on your lips, your eyelids were slightly closed and your hand was over your heart. If it weren’t for the fact that you were at a karaoke bar, everyone would definitely think you are playing a concert on the biggest stage in Tokyo city.

After the song was over, another girl got up to present a completely different choice, and you handed her the dark microphone, bowing in the process.

Kaneki still seemed speechless and as soon as you sat down next to him, he immediately kissed you on the warm forehead, asking you to sing more to him, especially when you two are going to be alone, because he probably fell in love with you once again and just wanted to experience that love every day thereafter.

— NISHIKI (ft. ballet)

Nishiki, as a pharmacy student, didn’t have much time for extra-curricular activities or unnecessary meetings; in addition, the fact that he was a bloodthirsty ghoul and had to watch over himself made it difficult for him to function normally in the life of Kamii University. However, the brown-haired man always found time for you, for his beloved girlfriend.

You had been dating for over three, long years, and the man definitely couldn’t imagine his own life without you by his side. You knew each other better than anyone else in this world, but sometimes some tiny things of your ordinary day eluded Nishio; of course you understood it perfectly and you weren’t angry or disappointed with him. After all, he had to protect himself, you, take care of his specific menu, be vigilant at every step, and additionally he had to pretend to be the perfect student, senpai (or kouhai) and friend of other people.

So you weren’t surprised when one day you handed him a silverish ticket for probably the most important show of your life and he just looked at you in wonderment. At the beginning, the twenty-year-old asked if it was a performance related to singing or playing an instrument due to the fact that the colorful paper didn’t tell him too much, but you just smirked as you tweaked the unruly, soft hair on his head.

“Hmm. If you don’t remember what I do in my free time, it’s even better, I guess. Come and see it for yourself, honey. I think that thanks to this you will even calm down a little and rest due to the recent weeks.” You announced in a light tone of voice, and the young man sighed under his breath.

“So... I’ll find out in three days, am I right?” He made sure by correcting his glasses and you nodded, then grabbing his rough hand and kissing his cool cheek. A short while later you suggested going to your apartment and catching up on a few episodes of your favorite series that you started quite recently.

The anticipation of your important day passed very quickly and on Saturday, at 6 p.m., when everyone took their seats (with your boyfriend sitting on one of the balconies with the best view of the stage), delicate music was played in the theater, which made everyone shiver on the whole body. Until then, the brown-eyed boy somewhere in the back of his head had the impression that it was a theater performance or an opera, but when he saw your person appear on stage in a beautifully tailored dress and ballet shoes, all the questions that flickered in his mind disappeared in literally one second.

‘Well, yeah. I remember now. She always told me about ballet classes and new shoes.’ A huge, proud smirk came on his pale face and you glanced out of the corner of your eye towards his VIP seat.

Though your expression was cold and composed, you felt an enormous heat in your small heart as the man waved at you, showing two thumbs up. His lips moved even slightly, and although Nishiki tried to hide it, you knew perfectly well that the pink blush and mute ‘I love you’ was sincere and even better than being able to play Odetta, the White Swan, in a ballet spectacle.

— YUUMA (ft. songwriting and guitar playing)

Christmas at school was never what you enjoyed; maybe due to the fact that before, your classmates on main campus were quite specific and you definitely didn’t fit with their strange ‘ideals’. It was only in the class E that you felt that you could find real friends or people who would share your ideas.

But, hmm. Still, you seemed to stand out from the rest of the girls in the class who had more... down-to-earth hobbies or characters than you; Okuda liked chemistry and was really excellent at it, Kirara loved reading, Rio was the best at English and had a great sense of fashion, and Toka was pretty good at cooking. Contrary to them, you preferred to... do more ‘intimate’ things. Writing short poems filled your heart with peace and prevented you from being as critical of yourself as usual. And when you wrote the lyrics of the songs, made notes or melodies to them and sang quietly, you could feel like a real artist that everyone wanted to admire and imitate.

Therefore, when your first and last class holidays with the rest of the 3-E students were fast approaching, Koro-sensei was the one who asked you for a short talk. You weren’t sure what this was about, but moments later your uncertainties were dispelled.

“Y/N-san, I think you mistook your notebooks today and instead of giving me your homework, you gave to me... this.” He said in his as always happy voice, and seeing the black notebook in which you always wrote songs and notes, you blushed all over your face, apologizing profusely for the mistake. “Huh? But this is no mistake, my dear. If it weren’t for this, I would never even think that we have such a talented soul in Class 3-E. So would you like to perform in front of the rest of the students and teachers during the holidays?” The easy question made you widen your eyes and sighed.

“I-I’ve never played in front of anyone, so...” You admitted shyly, and the tall, yellow octopus just chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure they will love it. We can practice together.”

Well, you couldn’t refuse (especially when Koro-sensei offered to bring your favorite, foreign snacks...) and on class Christmas day you showed up with your acoustic guitar and a notebook full of chords and songs. Everyone was surprised and curious at how well you play guitar. After all, you’ve never even mentioned that you can play any instrument before. On the other hand, the class representative, and your boyfriend at the same time, immediately came up to you, asking if you were really okay; better than anyone else, Isogai knew that you didn’t like too much attention and big crowds. But you reassured him it was okay and promised your teacher you would do it, so you smiled at him and then took your seat under the blackboard with a wooden guitar on your lap.

The song you chose for the day was a song you wrote quite recently. It had a little bit of magic, and at the same moment it seemed very romantic and delicate. Even Karma seemed delighted with your beautiful play and soft voice that echoed from time to time between the walls of huge classroom.

At the end of the song, you decided to raise your gaze and simultaneously look at your all friends, three teachers and other half; everyone was really happy and positively speechless. So you gave Yuuma a slight wink, making him blush sweetly.

The young teenager definitely hoped you would show him more of your songs someday, not necessarily the happy Christmas carols Kaede and Ritsu asked for.

— ITONA (ft. dancing)

“... You never mentioned that you can dance.” He admitted softly, and you squeezed his smooth hand tighter.

“So... I mention it right now. It’s not a big deal, baby. I just ... like it and enjoy it a lot.” You giggled as you correcting the black sports bag over your shoulder, then opened the heavy door to the training room, immediately jumping up at the sound of loud squeals and greetings from your closest friends. “Guys, this is Itona Horibe, my boyfriend that I told to you before! Love, it’s Aki-chan, Yui-chan, Kazuya-kun, Saburo-kun, and our cameraman and editor Ryuu senpai. Most often, the five of us cooperate with each other when it comes to dance in groups of five people. And... today we are going to cover a song so I hope you’ll like it. I’ll go change and you all, please, don’t scare my boyfriend and give him something to drink!”

As a group leader, you often came up with choreographies and warm-ups for yourself and others. So, it couldn’t be otherwise this time. For the last week and a half you have been practicing the choreo you came up with and today you were supposed to record material for the video on your quite popular YouTube account. You were extremely excited, not only with the new content, but most of all with the fact that your beloved one would be able to watch it live and evaluate your skills that have been refined over the years. So as soon as you got back to the teens waiting for you, you kissed the light-blue-haired quickly on the right cheek and told him that he could sit against the wall, close to the table full of snacks and the contact for charging the phone.

Then you talked with everyone for a while, doing a short warm-up and reminding the cameraman about how to move the cam. A few short minutes later, you lined up in the middle of a huge white room with Ryuu in front of you. You knelt down in the center, of course, gently moving your shoulders to calm your rapidly pounding heart and heavy breathing, and when a song by Ariana Grande started playing all over the bright room, you all looked at the already activated camera, shaking your heads and then you got up from the wooden floor.

Itona... was speechless. He has never seen people dancing before, he has never even been interested in others, only you and what you like. Today he got to know your little passion, which turned out to be a breathtaking talent, and the boy wondered if you could do anything else; are you good at one specific dance genre or are you able to move your body in a completely different rhythm than he currently saw?

From Koro-sensei’s history lessons, when you two were in junior high, the eighteen-year-old remembered perfectly well that there is also classical dance, tango and breakdance. So could you also do that? He had to ask you about it later.

But now his curious gaze was focused on you and your huge, radiant smile, and the sound of feet hitting the ground. He also looked at your legs, tiny hands, stomach, and hair, while he wondered if he might learn to dance too, to be even closer to you and your hobby. After all, you looked so beautiful and so joyful... He wanted to share these emotions.

[kuredono]

Sing Sing Sing [part 1 of penpals] | Fushiguro x gn!(clarinettist)reader

TW: mentions of throwing up, hospital despite the TW this is v fluffy! basically you and Meg have been penpals and you meet for the first time! but not in the way either of you would’ve imagined... 

"i think they're coming around now..."

"hello..?"

all you remember was taking a wrong turn down an empty alley on a sunny day, then you were in a cold building with an ugly looking monster holding the back of your neck.

you grasped at a knee, or maybe an arm, squeezing as your felt your stomach churn, though you kept your lips pursed together, willing for it to stay down.

"i think they're gonna be sick..."

"GOJO-SENSEI! HELP! THE CIVILIAN IS GOING TO THROW UP!"

fresh air suddenly hit your face and you threw up in a bush before everything went black again.

"-the thing up. afterwards it was pretty easy to deal with."

"you say that, but the civilian still got injured."

"hey! i didn't see you trying to catch them."

"i had my hands full already!"

your eyes were immediately assaulted with the bright sunshine as you tried to crack them open. you decidedly kept them shut and moved your lead weighted arms to cover your eyes.

"oh?"

"you awake?"

"what happened?" was all you could ask. you had tried to beat the ugly thing with-

"my clarinet!" you bolted up, eyes wide open and met with three equally wide ones (person one had a black blindfold?), but suddenly your head exploded with pain.

"go slowly. you hit your head pretty hard." a voice said as you groaned, squeezing your temples with your trembling hands. "do you remember what happened?"

"got lost walking back. woke up in a weird building and there was a funky looking thing. tried to run away, then some people turned up and the thing exploded. kinda gross."

"gross?!"

"i mean, they are super gross." 

"where are we? what's going on?" you dared to open your eyes again, more slowly, as you took in your surroundings. you were sat on the floor, leaning against a big black dog. how cute. you nuzzled your head into its fur, easing your killer headache. 

"we're in Akihabara, and i think you're concussed. we'd like to take you to a hospital." the one with white hair and the blindfold spoke with a kind smile.

"who are you?" you furrowed your brows together, feeling like you should run away because stranger danger ! but the dog was comfy, lulling you to sleep.

"ah, i'm Gojo Satoru, i'm a teacher at the Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School, and they are my first year students. we were out on a field trip when we found you." the white haired male answered again. he was a teacher? you'd never be able to guess.

"Jujutsu Tech High School?" you repeated, the name distantly ringing bells. you turned your attention to the students. "i recognise that uniform."

"we've been in Akihabara and around Tokyo before! did you see us then?" the pink haired boy asked with a bright smile. you buried your face into the dog with a thoughtful hum.

"it's only natural we stand out you know!" amother voice voice sung.

"never in a good way." a calmer voice grumbled.

"i guess i just exude that kind of eye-catching aura."

"it's easy recognise beauty such as mine."

how did you get here? why was this happening to you? you were just performing with a marching band this morning, doing your absolute best and playing your loudest for someone. you wanted to stand out for someone. he said he'd come by but didn't. you weren't disappointed... well... you were, but you understood he had his reasons. he probably had classes because it's Thursday.

"Megumi Fushiguro?" you mumbled, the students around you falling silent.

"what did you say?"

"oh yeah, in Japan you say it the other way round don't you?" you chuckled, remembering how embarrassed you were when Megumi cared to point that out when you were discussing nicknames. "Fushiguro Megumi. think he goes to your school."

it was quiet for a moment before the students erupted into excited chatter, 

"Fushiguro! you know them?"

"why didn't you tell us!"

"what? i - i don't—" the calm voice was not calm, but his breath stuttered, "Y - Y/N?"

you had first met Fushiguro via letter in first year middle school, your middle schools partners for a penpal project. you had sent the first letter and even went through the extra effort to try and make a translation, though your characters were very messy so you made sure to also send the English original in case it was unreadable. it was nearly a month before your class got their responses, and it appeared you were the most lucky as Fushiguro's English was far better than your Japanese, and when comparing letters with your classmates, you had the most interesting response.

nearly a year and 7 more letters later, you were the only one in your class still in touch with your penpal, and with the year drawing to a close, the teachers explained that you could only send one more letter. so with a wish, you sent your phone number and downloaded several Japanese chatting apps. sure enough, 2 weeks later, there was a friend request on LINE from a Megumi Fushiguro. his profile picture was just a night sky, but you couldn't say anything, yours was sheet music. this anonymity continued indefinitely. at first you had no idea how often he was okay with you messaging him, and you added the Tokyo timezone to your clock app so you didn't message him at ungodly hours, but after a few months, Megumi would be your first thought when you saw a cute cat or something and you'd quickly snap a photo to send him. he also did the same, mostly pictures of the sky.

on Megumi's birthday, you sent a recording of you playing his favourite piece on clarinet, and for your birthday he sent you a playlist of songs he thought you would like. from then on, you continued to send him your repertoire and small recordings of your practices. then one day, when you talked to him about your most recent performance, Fushiguro asked for the link to the video. you did, but didn't tell him which clarinet player you were. he didn't ask either. you toed the border of your anonymity when you first moved to high school with a picture of you in your new marching band uniform, but from the neck down. you weren't expecting a photo back, but he surprisingly sent one back of his uniform from the neck down. his uniform looked much comfier.

then a spot for a Japanese high school exchange opened (one of the main reasons you chose to attend the high school you did), and though it was for second years, you fought and won the spot. you immediately messaged Fushiguro without checking the time in Japan. and as if that wasn't enough, the wind band in your Japanese high school were having a performance in Tokyo! Fushiguro was in Tokyo! you told Fushiguro, but then dread began to pool in your stomach. what if he didn't want to meet? you were totally fine with that. but you wanted to so badly! you remember your elation when he stopped you mid-anxious text ramble to say he would meet you.

you woke up to a white ceiling and the potent smell of disinfectant. the hospital curtain slid open to reveal a beautiful boy with deep blue hair and long eyelashes, his eyes widening at you.

"ah- good afternoon."

"good afternoon, how can i help?" you smiled, "i think you might have the wrong bay?"

"no. i- uh- do you remember what happened? do you, do you remember me?"

"um... no? i'm not really sure what you mean? i mean, i recognise your uniform- do you go to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School by any chance?"

"they said you would be concussed and you might have some memory problems..." the boy mumbled, "is it alright if i sit down?" your eyes darted to the curtain in panic, "ah, i'll leave the curtain open, our teacher is just signing you out the hospital, i'm Fushiguro Megumi."

"Megumi?!" you gasped, the boy smiling softly as you fumbled for words, "i- you- huh?"

"yeah... we have a lot to talk about."

"then, please! sit! i can't believe!" you covered your mouth with your hand, which did nothing to muffle your delighted squeal as he sat in the chair next to your bed. "wow. i mean, it's so nice to finally meet you in person!"

Megumi couldn't help smiling too.

"it's nice to see you too... and i'm sorry i didn't make it to your performance."

"hey, it's okay! we still met up!" you grinned brightly. Megumi then found his hands very interesting.

"and, um... your clarinet is broken..."

"that--" will be very expensive, the thought alone bringing tears to your eyes- your precious baby! it was worth more than your entire wardrobe and shoes! but you shoved that thought away until later. Megumi was here now, visiting you in hospital. "-actually, why am i here? what happened?"

Megumi thankfully didn't push the topic of your clarinet and gladly filled you in on what had happened. by the end of his explanation, you had your face buried in your hands.

"i'm so sorry you had to see that."

"it's fine, i've seen worse. besides, you were concussed, it's normal."

"still..." you whined, peeking between your fingers to find him offering you a hint of a reassuring smile. you gave in with a sigh, "i must say, that's some weird religion you have and they teach you, no offence."

Megumi chuckled, eyes distant, "you're right, it is pretty weird."

"but, um, thank you for saving me Megumi." said boy snapped back into reality very quickly, his cheeks flushing red as it dawned on you that everyone probably called him by his last name. "or do you prefer Fushiguro? am i pronouncing it right? sorry, i got used to-"

"it's fine." he uttered out, "Megumi is fine."

"what about honourifics?"

"whatever you're comfortable with."

"then... Megumi-kun? or is that too weird?"

the boy's cheeks darkened, "it's fine..."

"then you can call me Y/N-chan! then it's not as weird right?" you suggested, starting to feel the second-hand embarrassment.

"yeah." Megumi flinched too much when his phone chimed, and he hurriedly read it over. "Gojo-sensei -my teacher- said he's signed what you need to let you out. you just need to sign a few things before you go."

"right." well, the moment had to end at some point. you couldn't stay in the hospital bay forever. it was just an amazing coincidence that you had met Megumi, so you should be thankful you even had the opportunity to speak to him like this. "am i okay to move?"

"um, i'll call a nurse."

Megumi stepped out as you were examined by the nurse, and you saw him again in reception as you gave him and his teacher a thumbs up before signing the hospital forms.

"thank you very much for everything you've done. i'm so grateful. and please pass my thanks on to the other first years!" you bowed formally to the pair, Megumi flushing red while his teacher just waved you off.

"no worries. sorry about your clarinet and the concussion." the teacher responded.

"it's fine, i was always told i have a thick skull! comes in handy sometimes."

"i have to go now, but Megumi will walk you to the station, right?"

Megumi scowled at his teacher with an unreadable look in his eyes which seemed to make the teacher's smile brighten.

"well it was nice to meet you sir!" you bowed again at the adult, who nodded to you.

"nice to meet you too! hope you enjoy Japan. Megumi, be nice."

Megumi glared at the older man as he skipped away, seemingly pleased with himself for winding the younger up. Said male sighed.

"you don't have to walk me back if you're busy, i have GPS on my phone."

The boy startled at your comment, brows furrowed, before shaking his head, "it's fine, it's no trouble. i would feel better if i walked you to the station at least."

you couldn't stop the wide smile stretching on your lips, "thanks!"

"it's nothing."

you mentally thanked all the deities for letting you spend a little longer with your penpal, chatting easily as if you hadn't just met him less than 10 hours ago. by the time you had made it to the station, you had mentally prepared to part.

"so... i guess this is it?"

"yeah..."

"it was so nice to meet you- i cannot fully explain how nice this has been! even if i did spend a while in a hospital." Megumi chuckled at your words. you felt your cheeks heat up, his smile squeezing at your heart.

"i feel the same."

your train arrived.

"well. i'll message you later then?" you grinned hopefully, Megumi nodding. "hug? or do you not do those? i don't mind."

you nearly burst out laughing at the rush of emotions that flickered in Megumi's eyes- mostly panic. he blinked out his state when a giggle slipped out. he flushed red but nodded stiffly, opening his arms for you. you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his wrap behind you too, surprisingly quickly considering how awkward he was at first. keeping it short because of the train behind you, you pulled away to find him also smiling. so he did like hugs.

"until next time?"

"yeah."

the doors shut and you waved to him as the train set off. and that was that.

your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Megumi: the school offered to pay compensation for the damages to your clarinet, so please let me know if and when you're free to go to a music shop in Tokyo to buy a new one.

sorry this hasn’t been proofread and the ending is kinda rushed because i just really wanted to publish it hahaha (catch me constantly editing this for DAYS now, so i probably shouldn’t post it but we die like men)

[summoner-chan]

It's always kind of hard to identify what makes one's style different huh, but if I had to say what I most like about yours is the way you draw your complex lines without losing any readability, its most clear when you draw long flowing hair and in your OC's arm as well!

I totally get what you mean with coloring digitally, coloring is one of the main reasons I haven't done traditional art in a looong while.

From your Question Game: Sitri, Aizen

I think those haven't been asked yet?

I mean, I DO have a tendency to do complex things and make my life harder by making those lines for the hair 😂😂 but it makes me satisfied looking at them in the end so it'd a give and take situation

No doubt, what said made me realize it's one of the prominent features I have in every artwork skskksksks

Okay but for real, I was SO confused on what you mean by my OC's arm and thinking SO SO HARD on what was so complex on my Summoner's arm until then. I realized. You were referring Darius 😂😂

Maybe my art style is overcomplicating lines or just over detailed line works skksksksk (also please excuse the cake she has in that one picture- I swear the main focus was her tattoos and the dragon which was cropped off and not her asscheeks 😂-)

I rarely do coloured traditional artwork because they end up looking not as good as the sketch so it pains me hhhh (´;︵;`) but yeah, I really like sketching in traditional because it feels much more natural(? I have no idea but this is what I feel, like nyoom nyoom my hand go brrr- oh no I smudged a line FUCK- that sort of thing 😂)

Also time for the Housamo Ask Game!~✨✨

Note, this is going to get pretty lengthy so I apologize for that (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[Sitri]

Someone who I look up to when I was younger? Hmmmmm, hard to say because I admired a LOT of people when I was younger, even if it was the most simplest of things. For example, someone being able to cook a certain dish, someone who can tackle on multiple tasks and etc etc. 😂 I was a kid that get excited at almost everything so I tend to try to do what everyone does. You're cooking? Well, I'm gonna cook too!! (A 6 year old little girl who couldn't even reached the sink yet-)

Fun fact, I started drawing because my second sister watched anime and started to draw so me being the a mazed little sister I am, I quickly followed in her footsteps. Usually siblings would bond over that kind of thing but unfortunately not for me and my sister 😂

She absolutely hated my guts that time and she hated me even more once I started to follow what she was doing. Basically calling me a impersonator/copy cat and she would throw a fit if I was drawing anywhere near her when she was drawing.

Though along the way, she eventually stopped drawing when she had reached high school while young me continued to draw anyway. At first, the reason why I wanted to draw was because that I wanted to get praises from my sisters since during my childhood, they would shoo me off and they would play only between themselves, making me having to play with my mom most of the time or just plain watch the tv the entire day.

I was constantly drawing something everyday and every moment I had the chance, simply because I wanted to get better so that my second sis would acknowledge me. This lead up to being the hobby of drawing ingrained into me, the simply hobby now fully a part of me and my childhood.

I vividly remembered where during in primary school, we were having an art test where we would have to draw a flamingo and of course since I was the quiet art kid in class, some of the popular young girls begged me to draw the flamingos for them which I then profusely refused since cheating was a bad thing. Though I'd wish that young me wouldn't have been so easily scared by the threat of them not being friends with me anymore ( ；∀；)

In the end, I ended up drawing for half of the class in secret and got scolded by the teacher for drawing for them (she said something along the lines of 'You can't help other people! They should do their own!' like Miss, why are you getting angry at me :( I was 6 + this wasn't the first time the popular girls cheated, it also happened during English test and they kept bothering me about the answers, same threat btw)

Now that I'm older, I don't have anyone specific that I look up to but I look up to anyone in general. Like, I'd admire someone who takes up their courage to do things they were scared of doing or someone who's confident in their abilities when they're usually so shy like yeah!! I admire you so much!!! It maybe insignificant but to me it might have been the most extraordinary thing!

[Aizen]

What ticks me off but not for others? Hard question 😂

I don't get mad easily but when I do, it's just a short while before I go back to normal, the only thing you're going to witness me being angry is just not talking to you for a certain amount of time, completely avoiding you and staying in another different room 😂 then once I cool off, I'm back to being to a annoying rat skskksskks

Though, if I were to really answer this properly, I think what ticks me off the most when someone just cuts me off while I'm talking and tells me that I'm being too loud. I know that this thing would probably tick anyone off if they can't help controlling their voice volume-

I can make my voice really loud when I want it to be without even straining my throat 😂 One time, I was calling out to my fellow art members who was across the field which in turn I had to make my voice a bit louder.

This caused one of the passing group students (they're somewhat troublemakers sksksks) following suite of trying to call them (they were mocking me) and this whole shouting thing made one of the disciplinary teachers come out of her office and yelled at the group of students, telling them they were being too loud and they were causing a ruckus (ngl I was scared shitless but like internal happy dance because I didn't get scolded by her 😂 Still feel bit bad tho for them)

Eventually, the fellow art members saw and heard us from a distance and came right over, promptly saying that my voice could be hear across the field (they can also hear my voice from the 2nd floor too)

Thank you for sending an ask in!! Another thing is that, so sorry for talking too much- I tend to get carried away with these kinds of things since I'm too much of a chatterbox and open person myself-

Feel free to send in more by the way! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

[five-rivers]

Reaching Back

This is a trade with @gally-hin-phantom!  The prompt was the headcanon that Sam and Paulina used to be friends when they were kids.  Enjoy!

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At four years old, Samantha Manson already had a finely developed sense of when something was awkward. This? This was awkward.

The other girl sat across from her, staring at the table, her hair pulled into severe braids on either side of her head. She picked at her food. Samantha had already forgotten her name.

Samantha glanced at her mother, sitting next to her. She was discussing something with the other girl's daddy, her hands moving around like hummingbirds. First they touched her pearl necklace, then the edge of her plate, then the fork, so she could take a quick bite, then the napkin, to clean her fingers and lips, and finally Samantha's shoulder.

Samantha hated it when her mom was like this. It was so- so-! She didn't have words for it.

Something hit her knee, and she jerked her head around to glare at the other girl, who gave her a rather devious-looking smirk. Samantha scowled. She was quite proud of her scowl. It never failed to make her mother stop when she saw it.

The girl turned to her father and said- Something. Samantha couldn't understand it, and that made her angry. She knew a lot of words! Grandma said so. even Dad said so.

Well, 'angry' might have been the wrong word, but her vocabulary had yet to extend to more complex emotions.

"English, Paulina," said the other girl's father. "We are not at home."

The girl, Paulina, pouted.

"You need the practice, love. Ask Mr. and Mrs. Manson."

The girl sighed and turned to face Samantha's parents. "Can Sammy and I go play?" she asked.

"Of course, dear," said Samantha's mom. She patted Samantha's head. "Stay in the living room where we can find you."

"Okay," said Samantha, sliding off the chair. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Paulina, but she didn't want to be at the table anymore. Besides, she'd learned how to play with people she didn't like and still have fun. She had to, since her parents insisted on inviting over the most boring people ever.

At least Paulina wasn't going to be boring.

"Hey," said Samantha, "what were those words you said before?"

"Huh?" asked Paulina.

"Before. With your dad." Samantha poked Paulina in the side, and the other girl giggled.

"You mean Spanish?" The girl puffed her chest out. "It's my native language. But Daddy wants me to learn English."

"Oh," said Samantha, brows knit together. She'd never heard anyone speak another language, except for Rabbi at the synagogue. But what Paulina had said sounded a lot different than what Rabbi said.

"What do you want to play, Sammy?"

Samantha scowled. Only her mother called her that. "That's not my name," she said, crossing her arms.

"It's a nickname! You can call me Lina. Or Pauli, I guess."

Samantha considered this. "Fine," she said. "But then we've got to play evil tea party."

"What's that?"

"It's a tea party, but evil. I get to be Maleficent!"

"Oh, from Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yeah," said Samantha. Maleficent was her favorite, because she turned into a dragon.

"Ooh, ooh, then I want to be," Paulina bounced for a second, thinking, "I want to be Ariel! She's so pretty!"

"But she's not evil," said Samantha.

"Then I'll be evil Ariel."

"Okay," said Samantha. She walked over to her toy chest and pulled out the plastic tea set her parents had given her. "So, the first thing you have to do at an evil tea party is an evil laugh."

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"Hey, Sammy," said Paulina.

"Ugh," said Sam, leaning back against the banister.

"What?" asked Paulina, sitting at the top of the stair. "Nice dress, by the way. Is it new?"

"Yes," said Sam, picking at the floral embroidery. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," said Paulina.

"Don't call me 'Sammy' anymore. Mom's finally completely ruined it. I mean, I'm not a baby anymore!" She kicked the stair.

"But what would you be called instead? Samantha? I thought you didn't like that, either."

"Sam. Samantha is too... weepy."

"What happened, anyway?" asked Paulina.

"Mom called me 'Sammykins' in front of my whole class. I can't wait 'til third grade when I can go to a normal school like a normal person."

"It's not that great."

"Yeah, but you're there, and maybe I can get away from all the people who just want to make nice because of money."

"There's always going to be people like that, as long as they know you have money," said Paulina. "Or if their parents know."

Sam blinked. There was something to that.

"Oh, no, don't give me that face. The last time, you almost got me banned from the zoo forever!"

"It isn't like that!" protested Sam. "I was just thinking, what if they didn't know? How are they going to find out, if nobody tells them? I'm the only one in my who wants to transfer out. You'd be the only one who knew, and you wouldn't tell, right?"

"Well, yeah," said Paulina. "That sounds like a hard secret, though. You wouldn't be able to have anyone over at your house."

"I wouldn't invite anyone over until I knew they were my friends for real," said Sam.

"Sammykins! Come down and meet your guests!"

Sam rolled her eyes at her mother's voice. "They're not my guests," she grumbled.

Paulina bumped her foot into Sam's. "At least I'm here, right?"

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Paulina finished her section of the reading, and the teacher thanked her before choosing a new reader.

"Can't even talk right," muttered one of Sam's new classmates.

She turned around in her seat. "Huh?"

The redhead looked her up and down. She could practically see him slot her into the 'new kid' box in his brain.

"She shouldn't volunteer to read if she can't even talk right," said the boy, plaintively, with just slightly more volume.

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The three day suspension was totally worth it. That'd teach him to talk like that about Sam's best friend.

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"I declare our friendship over!" shouted Sam.

Paulina sniffed. "Fine!" she shouted back. "But I get Danny!"

"Fine! That means I get Tucker!" Sam grabbed Tucker by the back of the shirt and dragged him away.

Paulina dragged a shocked-looking Danny off in the opposite direction. They disappeared behind the play structure.

"Uh," said Tucker.

"Shut up!" said Sam.

Recess ended.

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"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," said Sam.

"Me too," said Paulina. She rubbed her eye. "Are we friends again."

"Forever!" said Sam.

"Girls are so weird," muttered Tucker.

"At least we can hang out again," said Danny, digging his elbow into Tucker's side.

"Hey, we're trying to have a touching reunion here!"

"Yeah!" said Paulina.

"What were you two even fighting about in the first place," asked Tucker. He raised an eyebrow. "Was it boys?"

"This is why you don't have any other friends, Foley," said Paulina.

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"Next year," said Sam, "we'll be in middle school." It was the last day of school, and the field day events were starting wind down. Danny and Tucker were still at the dunk tank, trying to soak each other.

"Yep," said Paulina. "It'll be different."

"Yeah," agreed Sam. "No more recess."

"More than that," said Paulina, with a little snort. She tucked her legs up so that her heels rested on the wooden planking of the play structure. "Do you think we'll be different?"

"I hope so," said Sam. "Mom promised I can pick out all my own clothes this year, and I can get my ears pierced." She tugged on her lobes.

Paulina sighed. "Jealous. Daddy won't let me until high school. But that's not what I meant."

"Then what?"

"We won't let anything get between us, will we?"

"No way," said Sam. "You watch too many teen movies, Lina." Sam climbed up to the top of the play structure and spread out her arms. "What would we even fight over, anyway? Boys? Makeup?"

Paulina laughed. "Gosh, no. But, like, drifting, that's a thing."

"I promise you, if we stop being friends it isn't going to be because of drifting. We'll have a giant blow out, or something. Like way back last year."

"What were we even fighting about?"

"I don't know. But I bet it was stupid."

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"I think Danny has a crush on you," said Sam, pulling on her stockings. This Halloween she was going as Wednesday Addams.

"I know," said Paulina, scrunching her nose.

"What wrong? I thought you wanted to start trying to date?"

"Yeah, but not with a friend," said Paulina. "That would be weird. What if we broke up? We wouldn't be able to hang out anymore."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, it would be weird, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe," said Sam, shrugging.

Paulina sighed. "I mean, I guess Danny's cute and all, and he's trying to learn Spanish, which is like, you know, a gesture, but..." She trailed off and laid down on Sam's bed.

"You think Danny's cute?"

"I guess? Like, you know, a bunny or something. What about you? You thinking about dating? I know some guys are checking you out." She made a face at the last sentence. "You're pretty."

"So are you," said Sam. "But, dating? Gross. No way. Do you think they'll stop if I shave my hair off?"

"Sam."

"No, really. I've been thinking about getting an undercut."

"You're unbelievable."

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"I can't believe your dad is sending you away for a month to learn about girl stuff." Sam mimicked his deep, gruff, voice for the last two words.

"Yeah, well, Mom's not around, so Tia Carmen it is." She stuck out her tongue and folded another pair of jeans into her suitcase. "Don't worry, I'll be back here in time to rock eighth grade with you."

Sam smiled. "I'll miss you."

"Come on, you'll have those two idiots to keep you company."

"Not Tucker so much. You'd think I shot his dog or something." Sam rolled her eyes.

"He'll come around, don't worry," said Paulina. "A friendship isn't going to be ruined over going vegan."

"Yeah. Hey, let me take a pic of you before you go! It can go in our scrapbook."

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"Just because we're not friends anymore doesn't mean I'm going to spill your secrets," said Paulina. "So you can get down off your high horse and calm down." She pulled paper towels out of the dispenser with a violence that would have startled her at any other time.

Sam slouched against the bathroom door, arms crossed. Her purple-black lipstick made her skin look washed out and pallid. The overhead lights didn't help.

Sam could do so much better.

Paulina pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. She didn't mention it. Sam wouldn't appreciate it. Hadn't appreciated it, even though Paulina was just trying to help.

Didn't Sam realize that being in charge, being on top was so much better than being laughed at? Didn't she realize that if they had worked together, they could have pulled Danny and Tucker up with them, too, despite how weird they were? Tucker had skills, and Danny was, well, once you got past his weirdness, he was pretty charismatic.

But only if Sam helped. Paulina didn't have enough pull by herself, no matter how pretty she'd learned to make herself over the summer.

Of course, Sam didn't realize, or if she did, she didn't care. Fundamentally, Sam was selfish and self-centered, and Paulina had always known that, she had liked it, but she hadn't thought it mattered.

"Fine," said Sam. "Not that I care what you do. Just stay away from me."

Paulina didn't cry as her oldest friend stomped out of the room. It would ruin her mascara.

[rentranslates]

Danshi Koukousei Hajimete No Episode 7 Short Story

Prequel story as roughly translated from this original material 

First Love Sprout

By: Ginger Berry

Translation: Ren

"How about this, Tsukigase. Can I leave it to you?"

That happened one school day near the end of August.

I asked Outa-sensei, who is painting by himself in the Art Club Room as usual, to lend us the electronic drill we needed in preparation for the presentation during Cultural Festival. In exchange of lending his drill, he made a strange request.

"Have you heard about the exchange student who will be coming to your class starting the second term?"

"Yes, I've heard about it, but..."

"That student, it was decided that he’ll become a homestay at the Chairman's place. Take care of him, will you?"

From what I heard, that exchange student's grandfather was a common acquaintance between Chairman and Outa-sensei.

It was probably also because of it, that it was decided that he stay at Konomi Gakuen. But since the Chairman would not be able to tend to all his needs, someone should be able to become his helping hand. And that was Outa-sensei's condition for letting us borrow the drill.

I am more than happy to become of help. To an exchange student, who was away from his family for around one year, would definitely be anxious and troubled. Fortunately, I was good at English and could speak a little. Still, I should practice speaking until the next term.

Of course, I said as I nod to Outa-sensei.

"This is probably a good thing, for both of you," Outa-sensei said with a mysterious smile in his face.

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Laughter filled the center of the classroom after the classes. In the middle of that, surrounded by several girls and boys, was the exchange student who had just been admitted on this second term, Albert Nanao Ainsworth.

"..."

I immediately gulped down the sigh I wanted to let out - the exchange student did not really need any help at all. A week ago, after he introduced himself with "My name's pretty long, so just call me Nanao", he instantly became the center of the class.

Although, for some reason, he was strangely attached to me. I thought Outa-sensei told him something, but sensei flatly rejected my suspicion. Up until now, he was still repeatedly stealing glances on me even though he should be preoccupied with the other people.

"Hey, Ai. What are you doing while thumping the keyboard?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Ah, really, Nanao shrugged his shoulders while returning to others' conversation. I secretly let out a sigh... I wondered if that was too unnatural.

But I was relieved when I saw that others did not really mind what just happened.

In order to not pay attention to Nanao, I keenly stared at the screen of my laptop. I had not yet finished even half of what I should be accomplishing for today.

"But, Nanao's really good at Japanese."

"Really? I still don't know some words, you know. Like, ..."

Nanao whispered the continuation, and everyone was "what?" as they wondered. Only me who knew what it meant blushed from afar. When Nanao noticed my face, he gave a meaningful wink, but I ignored it and pretended to be busy with what I had been doing.

But really, I needed to focus.

There was only 2 months before cultural festival. Our class presentation, the jet coaster was actually my idea. I will definitely make it succeed.

While desperately trying to regain my momentum, I finished jotting down the information I got from the 3rd years during the lunch break.

I noted down all the things we needed to prepare. The tentative schedule during the cultural festival. Budget. Important points for the working the class presentation. Most parts of the blueprint for the jet coaster had been completed during summer break, but problem would definitely arise when actually working on it. Also, the division of work during the day of cultural festival itself. There were still a lot of things to do.

Moreover, the advice from the senpais who accomplished a coffee cup class presentation was actually an important thing to consider.

"In the end, be it a coffee cup or jet coaster, you still need manpower during the cultural festival, right? That time was our spotlight!"

"Yeah. We could not assist during the preparation, so we're glad we could help in that way"

"Shima, you were really desperate the rotate those right"

These were the stories from Yamabuki-senpai which is part of Basketball club and Kawai-senpai from Track and Field club. Since both of them were busy with their respective clubs, they were not able to help during the preparation of the class presentation so they were glad to be able to make memories on the day of the cultural festival itself. I should also take note of this...

"Ai, don't make such a scary face, come here"

I was caught unprepared when I suddenly felt a weight in my shoulders. Before I noticed it, Nanao had gotten so close and he tried to put his chins in my shoulder as he peeked at the laptop monitor.

"What's this? A blueprint?"

"...Yeah"

With Nanao's voice, everyone in the class gathered around us. It was amazing how he could do that so simply.

"What do you plan to create with that?"

"The class attraction, a jet coaster."

"Jet coaster?! With the class? You can do that?"

Unconsciously, my body cowered when he made such a surprised voice. "I want to make a jet coaster" - I almost recalled the stupid face I made as I told this to the homeroom teacher. Everyone in the class agreed to do it, but I wondered what someone from outside like Nanao thought about it. He would probably say that something like that could not possibly be -

"Wow, that's interesting!"

"Eh..."

When I turned my face unintentionally, Nanao's face was really close. And when I saw his eyes sparkling at the blueprint on the monitor, I felt a little nervous.

Then, Nanao stretched his hand from my body to the monitor and pointed out some things.

"So this is the course...I see, there are curves huh. Is this curve for slowing down?"

"Ye-yeah...If the speed gets too high, there's a risk of derailment after all..."

Without minding the distance, Nanao continued with his questions as he stared at the screen. Calculation of strength, safety devices, acceleration and friction. Since he was trying to understand the tricks and patterns in it, he also got me passionate about explaining it to him.

And the class who heard our exchanges also got interested.

"Oh, so you really need to consider a lot of things huh..."

"It's a lie, sorry. We left everything to Tsukigase"

"No, I did it because everyone listened to my selfish demand"

It was two years ago. I was still conflicted which high school to enroll, so I visited the Konomi Gakuen's Cultural Festival to learn the school's atmosphere. Then, there I saw the jet coaster. I was amazed that they can make those things by themselves. I was sure that something would change if I go to that kind of high school where they are free to make such creations.

In the end, they were not able to make the jet coaster move. So, when I enrolled in this school, I decided to make it successful.

When I shared this to the class, they decided to cooperate with my plan. I was so happy. That's why I would definitely make it successful. No, it would be successful.

"But, why is the course so short? If you reroute it here, it will be more interesting, don't you think?"

Nanao pointed out as he intently gazed at the blueprint.

I was amazed Nanao actually noticed that. When I first made the blueprint, the original plan is to make it move from the classroom's entrance and the course should last long for 1 week. But now, it was more compacted and should only run for half the week.

"There's not enough budget. And schedule."

"What do you need to buy?"

"Mainly, wood. If only we can get some scrap wood from construction sites, it's easier but..."

"Then, why don't we search one?"

Nanao remarked as if it was simple, as he turned to face everybody.

"Someone knows something like that? Someone with lots of spare wood?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Nanao said that, but it was not as if I had not yet searched for one. But something so convenient like that would not just pop out. It was impossible.

But then, a girl exclaimed "Ah!"

"It's not a construction site, but our house's currently being remodeled. I'll try asking them."

"Oh, if it's a remodeling company they will have information on where to get scrap wood..."

Isn't that just a trouble. For the remodeling company. And for her family also.

I was about to refuse her offer when Nanao beat me to it and gestured a thumbs up to the girl.

"Yosh! It's decided! Where's your house, Kanako?"

"Eh...? You'll come to our house, Nanao?"

"Well, isn't it better to talk to them about our situation? I plan to go with Ai. Anyone wants to go too?"

"Can I also go?"

"Of course,"

"Do you plan to go after this? I'll tell my family."

"Hmm, what do you think Ai? Can you go?"

The conversation continued before I knew it. I was not able to keep up with it and unknowingly let out a "Won't it be a bother?" while feeling restless. And she immediately shook her head.

"Not at all. Ah, but there's a chance they might refuse, okay?"

"Of course, there's also that. But..."

"Don't mind it, it's not a bother, really... Actually I've wanted to help before, but I don't want to become a hindrance to you, Tsukigase."

"A hindrance?"

That was so unexpected, and I could not help blinking my eyes. There was no way someone like her would be a hindrance. However, everyone seemingly agreed with her.

As if there was a misunderstanding regarding my behavior.

When I became listless, Nanao let out a big sigh.

"You see, Ai, everyone wants to help. Since we're going to do something interesting, don't just monopolize it and let everyone join."

"I'm not monopolizing anything."

"Really? But you know, I never knew you were doing something like that."

"Ah, I'm sorry if I wasn't able to explain this to you..."

"That's not it."

Nanao extended his big hands. For a moment, I thought he was going to beat me up so I kept myself on guard, but those hands gently patted my shoulders.

"You do everything by yourself."

"Eh..."

"Everyone knows you're doing your best. So, we want to help, right?"

"Yeah, that's right!"

Someone from the class agreed with a large voice. Then came a stream of voices of what they can do to help, or apologies for not helping since Tsukigase can do anything, or admiration on the blueprint.

They did not really have to apologize. At first, I was surprised but later I realized.

Everyone said "We'll help you" when I presented the idea. But I proceeded with the plan without telling them at all, and this troubled everybody.

I recalled what Yamabuki-senpai told me this afternoon. "Our spotlight!" and "We're glad to help". The senpais who told me those lines looked so pleased. I certainly felt their delight...

I don't want to bother anyone - those thoughts were just so selfish I felt so embarrassed about my attitude.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?"

Nanao asked exasperatedly.

Ah, right. I should not be apologizing.

I looked at everyone. We were all too awkward to say anything. Not everyone can be as bold as Nanao, after all. We were all trying to be considerate on each other, and then in process, we left some things unclear.

But that was not it. That was not what I want to do.

"...Thank you."

I almost whispered, but everyone sighed with relief.

My chest felt warm with delight and contentment. This was the result I wanted. I was not wrong. I felt a smile creeping up on my face, but suddenly, something big pressed on my body.

"?!"

"This is crazy! Ai, you're soo cute!"

The moment I realized it was Nanao's abdomen that embraced me tightly, I suddenly felt so hot I thought my whole body ignited with flames. The perfume Nanao always wore permeated from my nose up to my brain. I also felt his hard and muscular abdomen, strong arms, body temperature. I could not breathe.

"Hey Nanao, release Tsukigase. He's stiff as rock."

"Don't wanna-"

"Don't "don't wanna" me. What's with that cutesy line?"

Everyone was laughing but I could only hear the loud palpitations of my heart.

"Ai, you don't hate this, right?"

He said with a playful voice, but Nanao let go of my body and met my eyes. Then, his eyes looked at me with a surprised expression. Reflexively, I pushed him and stood up. I was lost on what to do, so I ran out of the classroom to escape from Nanao's touch.

What should I do? He would definitely think it was weird. Or maybe he noticed.

I jumped on the nearest toilet, locked the door and breathed deeply several times. I lowered my view and terrifyingly, saw the erection rising through my pants. That was humiliating.

No, no, that's not it!

I clutched the hand that was trying to relieve my erection as I desperately tried to keep myself calm.

Nanao s kind to everyone. I'm not special to him. Don't misunderstand his actions. I'm the one who's weird for getting excited from his hug. Yeah, I'm the weird one.

I clenched my teeth as I tried not to get crazy about the faint smell of that perfume left in my clothes.

I like Nanao. Probably. Most likely. From the start. Always.

I know. I just didn't want to accept it. I won't accept it.

Nanao was my ideal person. His face, voice, cleverness, kindness. As I knew more about him, I realize he was my complete opposite.

That's why.

I won't get closer to him than this. Not any closer.

I breathed quietly. To calm my palpitation and to hide everything deep in my heart. It's okay. I can do this. I will not let him notice it. I will never tell it. We will be just classmates all throughout this 1 year of his stay.

Even if that means he will end up hating me.

[shushmal]

Things change slowly, over the years. It’s easy to miss if you’re not looking closely. The slight brush of shoulders, an encouraging pat on the back, an easy conversation. Nothing can be fixed overnight, but the same could be said that nothing can stay the same. All progress is gradual, but it builds and builds until suddenly you can see it, bright and obvious as if it’s been there all along.

—

It’s snowing when Katsuki reaches out, his hands snagging on the sleeve of Izuku’s coat and jerking him away from the busy street. “Watch where you’re going, idiot!” he snarls, scowling fiercely.

Izuku frowns at him, brows furrowing. “Thanks, Kacchan,” he says anyways, but Katsuki’s already crossing the street ahead of them. He rolls his eyes, sighing exasperatedly before falling back into conversation with Ochako, letting his irritation melt away. Ochako replies easily with a smile, but her eyes stray towards Katsuki’s back with a thoughtful expression.

—

Growling, Katsuki snatches the book out of Izuku’s hands. Momo, from down the library table, shushes him and earns herself a very rude hand gesture in return. But instead of going back to his table, Katsuki plops down beside Izuku, ignoring the green-eyed glare to flip quickly through the textbook. He writes something down on his paper and hisses lowly, “I need to look again at this later when you’re done.”

He slams the book down on the table in front of Izuku before heading back to his own homework. Momo shushes him again, but Izuku says nothing, opening the text to find his lost place.

Hours later, when Izuku gathers his things, he places the book gently at Katsuki’s elbow. “Please return it for me,” he whispers, unobtrusive in the quiet library.

“Thanks,” Katsuki says flatly, and Izuku leaves.

Momo raises her brow, and continues with her essay.

—

Izuku taps on Katsuki’s shoulder during class one spring day, and Hanta braces for the explosion. Beside him, Izuku looks like he is too, despite the determined gleam in his eye. It surprises them both when Katsuki just turns around with a sneer, eyeing Izuku with disdain.

“Kacchan, do you understand problem five?” Izuku asks, his voice just barely wobbling.

Katsuki’s nose wrinkles, but he turns fully around in his seat. “What the fuck don’t you get about it?”

Together, they both bow over the worksheet, bickering heatedly as they work. Hanta gapes at them in shock, until Ectoplasm calls him back to attention. Still, he casts an incredulous glance to the side as Katsuki’s worksheet and calculator now join Izuku’s on his desk, both of them working furiously through each equation.

—

Eijirou winces when Izuku lands a particularly hard kick to his side, but he’s ready for it, his quirk fully hardening and bracing the area just before impact. Beside him, Shouto, his partner in the tag team exercise, grunts as he barely dodges a blast from Katsuki, but Eijirou doesn’t have the time to move. He goes flying, leaving the ring entirely to land in a heap at the edge of the gym.

“Too bad, dude,” Denki says, helping him up. They turn to the fierce battle that was supposed to be a team exercise going on in the middle of the room. “How long do you think Todoroki’s going to last against those monsters?”

As he says it, Shouto takes a heavy combined hit from both of his opponents that forces him back, stumbling out of the designated ring. Eijirou can hear Katsuki’s victory roar from across the gym.

Denki clucks his tongue. “Looks like those two are still undefeated,” he says, but Eijirou’s watching the way Izuku excitedly runs up to Katsuki with both hands raised. He pauses, grinning in front of his teammate, until Katsuki finally lifts his arms and smacks a quick, reluctant high five to Izuku’s palms. Izuku cheers, unbothered when Katsuki immediately stalks away.

—

Things change slowly. It’s easy to miss. The gentle brush of hands when walking side by side, an almost-too-causal arm over the shoulder, thighs pressed tightly together in a crowded booth.

—

Fumikage lets himself into the dorms quietly, escaping the humid spring night with a sigh of relief. It’s late and he’s expecting the common rooms to be relatively empty, having just left the library. So his footsteps falter when he spies Izuku and Katsuki seated at a table, books and papers spread around them haphazardly. Izuku’s cheek is pressed into his textbook, drooling in his sleep. Katsuki, sat right next to him, is furiously writing, his hand a blur across the page.

As Fumikage watches, transfixed, Katsuki finishes and smacks his notebook against Izuku’s sleeping face. “Read that, and then we’re done,” he snarls, though his voice is subdued.

Izuku snorts awake, wiping at his face. He says nothing, and just gets to work, red pen in hand. It’s then that Katsuki notices Fumikage at the door.

“What are you looking at, bird face?” he sneers.

Fumikage rolls his eyes, his momentary surprise fading away. “Are you working on Present Mic’s essay?” he asks instead.

“None of your business,” Katsuki says at the same time Izuku looks up with a bright smile and says, “Yes! Kacchan’s helping me with the grammar. Want to join us?”

“That would be helpful,” Fumikage says, eyes sliding over to Katsuki’s murderous face. “If it isn’t a bother. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“It’s no problem! Come sit!” Izuku says, so Fumikage pulls a chair out across from them, ignoring the laser-like glare that Katsuki’s pinned him with. He gets the feeling that he is indeed intruding on something he shouldn’t be. But Katsuki’s very good with English, and Izuku is very diligent with editing, so he won’t pass up the opportunity.

—

“Oooh, what are you watching?”

Katsuki looks up with curled lip, but Izuku matches Mina’s enthusiasm with his own. “Ashido-san! It’s the new All Might movie! Do you want to watch? Kacchan and I haven’t seen it yet! It’s been so busy, I haven’t had the chance!” he gushes, bouncing on the common room couch. “Kacchan gifted it to me for my birthday, so we’re making a night of it!”

Mina tilts her head to the side. “Didn’t Bakugou go see—” she starts, but Katsuki smacks her with a couch cushion. “Hey!”

“Shut it, pinky!” Katsuki snaps, eyes wide and wild. “Do you want to watch the movie or not?!”

She takes a moment to take in the slightly panicked, desperate look on Katsuki’s face before she smiles, bright and toothy. “Sure!” she chirps, and tries not to laugh when Katsuki scoots over to Izuku’s side so she can take his vacated spot.

Mina likes the All Might movies just as much as the next person, but the most entertainment the whole night is Katsuki trying to discreetly drape his arm over the couch behind Izuku without Izuku noticing. He never quite manages it, because every time he moves, Izuku turns the full brunt of his happy grin on Katsuki, freezing him in place. Giggling, Mina steals the popcorn bowl while Katsuki’s distracted.

—

Katsuki and Izuku are huddled together on the edge of the field, but they're not being quiet in the least. Denki can hear them across the baseball diamond, snipping at each other about something to do with All Might and quirks, and Katsuki keeps hissing ‘waste of our goddamn time.’

“Really, that’s enough! Let’s get started,” Tenya calls to them both, hand slicing through the air. “Bakugou-kun, it’s been decided that, as the top two students in the class, you and Yaoyorozu-kun will be team captains.”

Sneering, Katsuki sighs and steps up beside Momo with reluctance, Izuku grinning triumphantly behind him, whisper-yelling, “It’ll be fun!” at Katsuki’s back.

“I’ll be acting as referee, since Aizawa-sensei has declined,” Tenya continues, motioning to where their teacher is laying his sleeping bag in the dugout, napping. “As second years, we should be perfectly capable of—”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re not children, keep going!” Katsuki snaps. “Let’s get this stupid game over with already.”

Tenya coughs, but breezes over the interruption. “If the team captains would please choose your teams. Yaoyorozu-kun, as top student, please go first.”

Katsuki scowls at that, but says nothing as Momo calls out, “Todoroki.”

He rolls his eyes at that, unsurprised. “Deku.” Both Eijirou and Izuku gape at him, the rest of the class gasping in shock.

Momo doesn’t bat a lash. “Kirishima.”

“Uraraka.”

“Kyouka-chan.”

“Tentacle dude.”

“Tokoyami.”

“Drooly.”

And on it goes. Eijirou sends Denki a sad face as he joins the growing ranks of Katsuki’s team, Katsuki visibly peeved that Momo snatched up his second choice.

“Thanks for the pick, dude!" he calls, and turns to Izuku. "Kacchan goes for the heavy hitters, huh, Midoriya?” Denki says teasingly, eyes sliding towards Izuku to wiggle his eyebrows at him. But, instead of Izuku’s usually pleasant, sunny smile, he’s met with a glare. A very intense, very deadly glare. “I-I mean, Bakugou! Bakugou, his name is Bakugou!” he shrieks.

“WHAT?!” Katsuki roars, turning from where he had been hotly debating with Momo about first pitch. Both Izuku and Denki jump. “Stop calling my damn name, idiots!”

“Sorry, Kacchan!” Izuku says, trotting off to join him on the mound with Momo and Shouto. Denki watches him go, willing his heartbeat to calm. Izuku glances back with an apologetic smile, but Denki flinches regardless.

—

Katsuki takes one look at them and heads their way with fiery purpose. Shouto notices as soon as he stepped into the classroom, and decides to take a protective stance on the other side of Izuku’s desk. Izuku, oblivious, still chatters on, as if doom isn’t about to rain down on Shouto’s day. At this point, well into their second year of high school, Shouto’s used to it.

But before Katsuki can open his mouth, Izuku follows Shouto’s eyes and lights up like a firework. “Good morning, Kacchan!”

This stops Katsuki in his tracks, giving Shouto the perfect opportunity to escape.

“Good morning, Bakugou,” he says politely, already sliding away. “I’ll be right back, Midoriya, I need to speak with Yaomomo.”

“Sure!” Izuku says, flashing him a smile and turning his attention fully on Katsuki, as if Shouto hadn’t been there in the first place. Shouto sighs, cursing whatever fate or teacher that had moved him behind Izuku’s seat and Katsuki across the room this year.

—

A guiding hand on the small of the back, a hesitant curl of fingers around another’s, a brief touch of lips. Things change slowly, after all.

—

It’s a shock to the entire school when Izuku and Katsuki start dating, except for class 3A. A sigh of relief runs through the room when Izuku and Katsuki walk into class, shoulder to shoulder, their fingers tangled together. They look at everything but each other, Izuku's face red.

Ochako and Mina coo over it, and Eijirou runs over to smack Katsuki on the back in congratulations. Most of the class thinks this means their final year will be peaceful.

Shouto’s not so optimistic.

He’s only kind of right.

For a while, Izuku and Katsuki don’t move unless it’s together, often with Katsuki’s arm slung possessively over Izuku’s shoulder, or Izuku clutching to Katsuki’s hand. They don’t argue. They don’t debate. They don’t even want to spar against each other. Everyone can physically feel the building tension. Two weeks into the school year marks their first fight, and they destroy the practice field. Shouto had liked that practice field, thank you very much. The entire class thinks this marks an untimely end, over before it started. But the two surprise everyone again, when they make up quietly after class, leaving the school building holding hands again.

After that, they devolve back into something like what they had been before, except their bickering involves Katsuki pinching Izuku’s cheeks or Izuku tugging on Katsuki’s hair. And Katsuki smiles now. The rest of the class finds it unsettling. Class 3B avoids him like the plague.

Their second big fight happens over midterms, and no one’s surprised. They don’t break anything this time, and reconcile just the same as before. The same thing happens another two times January rolls back around.

And then, inexplicably, with no foundation-rocking shouting or ground-shattering explosions, Izuku and Katsuki break up.

—

A week passes, and Izuku stares after Katsuki’s back. It feels a little too much like middle school, when Katsuki wouldn’t so much as look at him. Something heavy, a leaden weight, sits in Izuku’s stomach, his eyes stinging and his throat burning. He stares after Katsuki’s back, but can’t raise his head past that.

—

A week passes, and Katsuki is living on stolen glances when Izuku’s not looking, drinking in the curly hair and the freckles and green, green watery eyes. His hands twitch. Katsuki can’t sit still, the urge to move, to do something crawling under his skin. But what can he do, when Izuku won’t just listen?

—

“I’m sorry,” Izuku croaks when Katsuki opens his door. He stares down, eyes trained on the white of Katsuki’s socks. “I’m really sorry, Kacchan. I love you.” Katsuki grabs him then, pulling him in and hugging him tightly. And Izuku goes, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s middle and tries not to cry. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he babbles. “I’m sorry.”

Katsuki shushes him, rubbing a soothing hand down Izuku’s back, huffing when Izuku starts hiccuping. Down the hall, Kirishima’s door opens, probably alerted by Izuku’s choked off sobs. Katsuki tugs him into his room, shutting the door behind them.

“I’m sorry,” Izuku says again, weakly. He wipes at his eyes.

“It’s okay,” Katsuki whispers, pressing his lips to Izuku’s forehead. “I’m sorry, too. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” So, let me stay by your side, he doesn’t say. Don’t push me away again. So, let me protect you this time.

Izuku nods, sniffling and hiding his face in Katsuki’s neck, holding him tightly. “I love you,” he says again. His voice is raw, breaking the words in two.

“I love you, too,” Katsuki murmurs into Izuku’s hair.

—

It’s graduation and Eijirou’s crying, hanging off of Katsuki’s shoulder as if he’ll never see him again. Izuku, on Katsuki’s other side, pats him gently on the back, snickering at Katsuki’s grouchy expression. Their entire graduating class is scattered across the large ballroom, ceremony over and reception in full swing. They’re meant to be spending this time networking, but Izuku’s already gotten his fill of scouting for the day, wanting to stick close to Katsuki.

Similarly, Katsuki’s been ducking away from a particularly insistent pro-hero wanting his skills at her agency. It’s not a bad fit, Izuku thinks. But it’ll take Katsuki on the other side of the city from him, and Izuku isn’t keen on separating. He keeps this to himself, but it sits in the back of his mind regardless.

Mina passes by, unsuspecting, and Katsuki shoves Eijirou onto her and makes his escape, pulling Izuku along. They slide past Aizawa’s raised brow, and into the hallways, leaving the reception behind them.

“Finally,” Katsuki sighs, stepping into their deserted classroom, his shoulders slumping. “I’m so tired of that shit.”

Izuku hums noncommittally, eyes roving slowly across the room, committing it to memory. It might be the last time he sets foot through that door. He won’t be coming to class here anymore, he won’t get to see all of his friends everyday. They won’t eat lunch in the cafeteria together, they won’t spend their free time playing games in the common room of the dorm. The courtyard where he first met Ochako, the training grounds where he first began to master his quirk, this classroom where he and Katsuki had their first kiss;  he won’t be able to revisit these places whenever he wants.

But at the same time, everything, everything stretches before him. An endless list of possibilities, and Katsuki, who pulls him close, and hugs Izuku back, and presses sloppy kisses to his face, and pulls at Izuku’s cheeks when he complains, and loves Izuku, and who wants to stay by his side, is right there, where he’s always been.

Katsuki snags his hand, stealing his attention away.

“Hey,” he says, gently. “You okay?”

Smiling, Izuku nods, sinking into Katsuki’s arms. “Yeah, I’m good.”

—

Until suddenly, it’s as if things have always been this way, as if nothing has changed at all.

[drowseoftaylor]

Could you do a fluffy fic where Brian is in college and he really really likes the reader but he’s very shy so all the times he’s tried to ask her out/talk to her the words didn’t come out, and she gets kinda tired of waiting so she makes he first move instead and he’s taken aback?

hi sorey this took so long I’m a terrible person but here we go (and I’m writing this on mobile so hopefully the format or anything isn’t shit) (not proof read deal w it)

Brian was the quiet kid in the front of the room who always kept to himself

He wasn’t really going out of his way to look for a girlfriend as he was primarily focused on his physics studies and his new band called smile

Brian shifts through his bag to find his calculator at the start of class as this is the first day of the new semester and Brian always liked to look prepared before the professor came in

The bell was seconds away from ringing and everyone was in the lecture hall softly speaking to thier neighbors and really to learn as an empty seat next to him sat

Brian didn’t think much of it as Professor Baker walked in and placed his coffee mug and bag down on his desk

“Welcome young, scientists! This class is Astrophysics 101, you’re all in the right room, correct?”

His eyes scanned the room and heads nodded and a “yes” was murmured here and there

“Great, let’s get started with-“

Suddenly the professor was cut off by the sound of the lecture hall door slamming open and the sound of someone running down the stairs to the front of the auditorium like room to fill in the vacant seat at the front of class

Brian, like everyone else, turned their heads and watched this girl messily scurry to a desk and quickly slag her bag off then slumping down in her seat and not making eye contact with anyone

“Ah, thank you for joining us, Miss?” The professor walked closer to her desk smiling slightly

“Miss Y/L/N.” You said a little smug, not really knowing why you got put in this class anyway. You were an English major for Christ’s sake. What did you care about space for?

“Mm. First impressions are everything, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Y/L/N?” Professor Baker said pushing his glasses back on his face and then turning away to walk back to his desk to write something down

“Whatever you say.” You say and roll your eyes. You were not really in the mood for another teacher with a stick up thier ass. How were you ever supposed to get thorough this class?

Professor Baker shrugged the situation off and began going over the content and syllabus for the class and your brian immediately zoned out

Your hand dropped down to the front pouch of your bag and you pulled a cherry red lolly and began eating it while looking around the class at all the bored faces surrounding you

When your eyes landed on the curly haired boy next to you, your heart skipped a little. He was so fucking cute

Brian had been staring at you ever since you walked (well, ran) in. The way you were dressed. He loved the clothes you wore. A black and red plaid skirt with black fishnet leggings matched with a black leather jacket and a white band tee. Doc Martens too. You look so cool. Your red lipstick. Your beautiful hair. The way you carried yourself. The way you crossed your legs and looked like you had a million things to say yet no one to tell them too.

He could tell you were different from him. But not really. He couldn’t really explain it. But he wanted to know you so so bad. His heart swelled. He had never felt so strongly about a girl before. You were just so...beautiful.

You looked over and him and gave him a wink and small wave before turning your gaze back up front. Brian felt heat creep up his cheek and his stomach flutter. He felt like a teenager in love. Were you even real?

As class was dismissed, Brian was far too shy to say anything to you so he quickly tried to pack up all his things and leave before you could stop him

Right as he got up out of his seat, he heard your voice from behind.

“Hey! Excuse me, could you tell me where “Shakespeare in the Now” class is at? I’m new and I don’t really know my way around yet.” You softly chuckled and looked up at him. Wow he was tall. Beautiful too, no doubt.

“Um, yeah. I’m actually headed my way towards the English department myself. Wanna walk together?” Brian’s palms started to sweat a little and his throat started to dry up. How was someone as beautiful as you talking to him?

“Oh yes, that’d be great!” You said as you walked in front of him and gave him a warm smile as you look back. A warm smile in which he returns.

As you walk across the grass in a comfortable silence. Brian musters up the courage to break it and say. “Shakespeare in the Now, huh? Pretty eccentric name for a class.”

You smile and laugh lightly at that. “Yeah well, I’m a total English nerd, you know? Wanna be a professor myself one day.”

Brian’s face lights up. “Ah, so you want a PhD as well?”

“Yes! I’ve always loved school, believe it or not from my entrance today.” You pause and both laugh lightly.

“I promise I’m never late to my English courses.” You say putting a light hand on Brian’s forearm and his heart rate quickens a little.

“Oh yeah I’m sure.” He says playfully rolling his eyes and he nudges you a little, causing you to laugh more.

“So, if you’re an English major, why the high level physics class?” Brian asks as you both stop in front a of a Victorian style building.

“It was a requirement for my degree. I’m not really into that kinda stuff. But hey, maybe you could make it more interesting?” you say smiling up at him and he clearly blushes and gets a little flustered and you notice.

“Y-yeah maybe.” He says looking away slightly.

“Well, I gotta go. But I’ll see you Wednesday okay, space boy?” You say holding your handout for a handshake and he kindly follows suit.

“Absolutely Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ew no, call me Y/N. Please. And wait, I never even found out your name?” You say.

“It’s Brian. Brian May.”

“Aw that’s such a nice name,” you say warmly. You let go of his hand and turn to walk into the building.

“Later, Brian May!” You say waving.

You were too far out of reach to hear his response. But he definitely could not wait for Wednesday.

As the weeks went on in your class all he wanted to do was to find the courage to ask you on a proper date. You’ve talked about studying together and things like that, but he wanted more. He wanted to pick you up, take you out to dinner, and treat you like a lady. But he knows he will never have the courage to do so.

Of course, you wanted more too. Luckily for the both of you, you were not too afraid to ask.

Class was particularly hard today and your head was spinning with all this talk of zodiacal dust and things of the sort.

“You okay there, Fitzgerald?”

“Not in the slightest, Galileo.” You relpield with a huff and the look of defeat.

You two had developed nicknames based upon the greats that had done memorable work in your fields of study and it was so cute.

“You know what I was thinking?”

Brian held the door open for you as you both walked out of the hall.

“What?” Brian said with a small smile on his face.

“If I told you something, would you freak out?”

Brian’s hands started to clam up a bit.

“Ah, no I- I don’t think so?” What the hell were you gonna say? Were you gonna break off your friendship? Things had gone so well! Had he done something wrong?

His thoughts were quickly cut off by your voice.

“I really like you, Bri. You make me laugh. You listen. You always have something to offer. You make me love the things I hate. And...I like you. Do you maybe wanna go out properly with me?”

Brian’s heart nearly fell out of his chest. This girl, no, angel, stumbled in his life. Turned it upside down and finally he got his opportunity to treat you like the goddess you were to him.

“I’m so glad you asked Y/N. I’m too much of a wimp to ever ask an amazing, wonderful, beautiful, girl to go out with a guy like me.” Brian grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss.

“So I take it you like me too?” You say smiling up at him wide eyed and almost giddy.

“Absolutely. The Charles Dickens to my Einstein.”

Brian wrapped his long arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him as you walked to your real first date.

“You could’ve at least picked a female author for that analogy you know?” You say lightly pinching his side and he laughs.

“Oh shush. Does it look like I’m the English major here?”

“No space boy. No it doesn’t.” You say with a soft smile as you lean your head on his chest.

//

Wooooooo okay this was a lot longer than I expected and it’s not proofread because it’s late as fuck but I hope you all liked it!! Feel free to leave requests 💘💘💘

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Tenipuri Party: Tezuka Kunimitsu profile translation

TN:

In the absence of an official English version, this translation is intended to help those who can’t read the material in the original language. Please support Tenipuri by getting your own copy of this book - it is worth it! There are various ways of purchasing it even for those not living in or visiting Japan.

The pictures I have included in this post do not show full pages.

On the translation: this time I’m aiming for a more direct, “Japanese-sounding” translation to share the mood of the content more as it is. This will probably cause some sentences to appear weird in English.

On Tezuka’s style of speech: his word choices and sentence structures are mostly polite and serious.

I’m still working on Japanese, so there might be mistakes. Please let me know if you spot any translation errors so I can fix them here!

Tezuka Kunimitsu

U-17 German representative player Seishun Gakuen Middle-school player

Beyond the imagined future - the released challenger!!

Message

“For the support every day, I’m grateful. For the sake of becoming a professional, and for the sake of my tennis, I intend to earnestly keep confronting myself. I think you are the same. In the future as well, together. Let’s go without carelessness.”

Extra prize: A voucher for two at a high-class mountaintop hotel “An undeserved honor. I’m focusing on tennis right now, but… If I can make the time, I will gratefully use it. For two, huh…”

Profile

[DATA] Middle-school 3rd year / October 7th (Libra) / Blood type O / 179 cm / 58 → 61 kg / Left-handed

Special techniques: Drop shot, zero shiki drop shot, Muga no kyouchi, Hyakuren jitoku no kiwami, Saiki kanpatsu no kiwami, Tenimuhou no kiwami, Tezuka zone, Tezuka phantom, Zero shiki serve

Playstyle: All-rounder

Family: Grandfather, father, mother

Father’s occupation: company employee (business) (grandfather is a judo instructor for the police)

Hobbies: Mountain climbing, camping, fishing

Favourite saying: The enemy is within yourself

Favourite color: Green or blue

Favourite food: unacha (a dish with eel carefully broiled in soy-based sauce), Räucheraal (TN: smoked eel)

Favourite book: German-Japanese-German dictionary (to carry with him)

Favourite music: Classical (Beethoven)

Preferred type of person: Trying not to think about it at the moment.

Preferred date spot: Zugspitze

Most wanted item: A mountain model kit

Things he’s bad at/with: Being idle, colourful cakes

Elementary school: Seishun Dai Daiichi Elementary School

Committee: Student council president

Strong subjects: World history

Weak subjects: None

Often visited place in school: The library

Uses allowance on: Books

Skill outside tennis: Woodworking, preparing fish for cooking

Routine during tournament: Keeping a diary in German, watching foreign comedy-dramas.

Favourite anniversary: 23rd August

Preferred travel destination: Macchu Picchu ruins and Huayna Picchu

Present for a special person: Writing a letter of gratitude

Scenes

Injuries, seizing the nationals… Tezuka Kunimitsu overcame numerous challenges that waited for him and seized glory. But he is not a man who would be satisfied with that. From now on too, I want to pay attention to the steep path of him who moved over to Germany.

(Quotes on pictures:)

“I will not lose.”

“Saiki kanpatsu no kiwami!?”

“And then Seigaku’s era will begin once again!”

“Now, let’s go without carelessness.”

Indeed, it should perhaps be called a “Tezuka zone”.

“Hyakuren jitoku no kiwami!?”

This boy’s tennis is certainly Ten’imuhou no kiwami!?

“No matter who I will end up fighting… I will win!”

The German representatives’ strained atmosphere connects to rapid development (*1)

Tezuka-senshu (*2) becoming a German representative was a shock. Did you not have worries about this decision?

If I said no, it would be a lie. However, as to what is important for me as someone aiming to become a professional, I judged it to be fighting as a German representative and based my decision on that.

Specifically, the currently important thing for Tezuka-senshu is…?

Most of all, it is actual experience of fighting at a higher level. At the German training centre, I have the fortunate chance to rally with top pros like Volk-senshu. Even in practice, they are always making hypotheses as to which shot they should hit, what kind of a play they should make in any kind of match circumstances when they are standing on the court. Having put myself in such a strained atmosphere, I can truly feel my level of experience rising rapidly.

Any bewilderment at facing your former comrades…?

Whoever will become my opponent will not be a problem. But, at first, I thought I was feeling sorry. However, at the time of fighting Japan in the exhibition match, I came to realise my heart was throbbing about competing against them. But just fighting as sworn friends, it is not to elevate ourselves. Rather, by putting a net in-between and confronting each other, the light can come from a new angle and hasten growth - that is what I believe right now.

Then, what is Tezuka-senshu’s current objective or dream?

Upon seizing the world, to hold up the flag of Germany that showed in me, a foreigner. If the opponent for that match were to be Japan, there would not be higher joy.

In a well-ordered and non-negligent environment, pleasant days go on

Have you already grown accustomed to life in Germany?

Yes. Everything proceeds very systematically, so in that sense, it sometimes feels like it is actually even more pleasant than in Japan.

What things for example are like that?

Everyone is already gathered around 15 minutes before the set meeting time. The notion of ecology is growing, so most customers carry eco bags for their shopping, and the separation of waste is enforced thoroughly. Everything is done logically, and it’s an environment without negligence.

I see. It suits the serious Tezuka-senshu perfectly. Then, how do you spend your days off?

Touring antiquarian bookshops is currently my biggest enjoyment. From Goethe to Ende, I have been able to acquire several original texts that I couldn’t in Japan. Also, when time and money allow, I try to go to classical concerts.

What about the German language?

The German language too is a very systematic and logical language. There are very few exceptions, as long as one memorises the basic grammar and idioms, it is quite effective to use. Of course I still lack study, and there are many points where I lack experience, but words are not the only means of communication. Rather, sometimes it is facial expressions that speak more eloquently.

Facial expressions…?

Yes. Facial expressions.

Message for Tezuka Kunimitsu

As expected… should I say. Congratulations. (Inui)

YEEES! CONGRATULATIONS!! (Kawamura)

You should still be able to grow one rank higher. Put effort into your training. (Volk)

I will definitely not forget the thing that you taught me. Let’s meet on the court. (Fuji)

I’m glad you seem to be doing well in Germany too. Eat your meals properly! (Ooishi)

Tezuka-buchou-senpai, congratulations. We are protecting Seigaku. (Kaidou)

I’ll win one day, both in popularity and tennis! (Momoshiro)

You’re not planning on ending it at this? I’m waiting for the next opportunity to fight you. (Atobe)

Congratulatioons. But I’ll overcome you soon. (Echizen)

Are you doing well Tezuka? Send something tasty from Germany! (Kikumaru)

This guy is in 4th place!? Gimme a break! You can go higher than that! (Siegfried)

Party talk

Q: Who would you like to inform about this time’s rank and feelings? A: My family. My grandfather too is always supporting me.

Q: You are being served a lot of food. A: Ooishi. I’m grateful, but it’s already enough. I’m eating sufficiently… I tasted Japanese unacha for the first time in a while.

Q: You can also take part in an improvisation skit competition. A: … No, thank you. I was able to enjoy it quite a lot just by watching.

Q: You got excited with Bismarck-san, though... A: … I was merely unilaterally lectured about how to flirt with women.

Q: Who did you come to the venue with today? A: With the German representative senpai. In addition to training, we measured the time and ran to the venue.

Q: Oh? Is there something the matter with Echizen-kun? A: No. I just thought he seems to have gained experience and grown somewhat.

History

Age 0 October 7 Birth

Age 5 Makes a mistake in dance moves in a kindergarten’s play

Age 10 June Climbs Switzerland's Matterhorn with his father

Age 11 Summer Meets Yukimura and Sanada after the Jr. Tournament, has a match Goes fishing with grandfather, catches a sea bream

Age 12 March Graduates from Seishun Dai Daiichi Elementary School

April Enters Seishun Gakuen Middle School Is hit on the elbow with a racket by a senpai in the tennis club Is told to become "Seigaku's pillar of support" by Yamato

Age 13 November Displays a sketch of mountain grass in the culture festival

January Goes to the first shrine visit of New Year with the club’s 1st year members, makes a vow of conquering the nationals

April Becomes a 2nd year Becomes the vice captain of the tennis club

June Participates in a bread eating race in an athletic festivals, places second

September Gets lots of recommendation letters and becomes the student council president

Age 14 Declines the Jr. Senbatsu invitation Around autumn Has an uncomfortable feeling in his arm

October On the field trip (Taiwan), buys tea utensils for souvenirs

November At the Allied music festival (*3) , participates in the class chorus as a musical conductor

February For the first time in his life, forgets something

April Becomes a 3rd year Becomes the captain of the tennis club

May Wins Tokyo preliminaries championship Is mistaken for a teacher at Kawamura Sushi Has a match with Ryoma on courts underneath the railway

June Wins prefecturals championship Declines offer from the special overseas JFH program Goes to the drawings for the Kantou tournament

July Is invited to Hyoutei’s opera appreciation party as the student council president but declines Start of Kantou tournament In the first round against Hyoutei, loses to Atobe in S1 Goes to Kyuushuu for rehabilitation

July 27 Wins Kantou tournament championship

August 14 Drawing for the nationals, returns from Kyuushuu

August 17 Start of nationals Faces Higa in the 2nd round, wins against Kite in S1

August 19 Quarterfinals against Hyoutei, wins against Kabaji in S2 Semifinals against Shitenhouji, wins against the Chitose-Zaizen pair in D2 Yakiniku battle, is one of the last members remaining

August 23 Finals against Rikkai, loses to Sanada in S3   Wins nationals championship Goes to the victory celebration at Kawamura Sushi

Age 15 (*4) September Is invited to Rikkai’s ocean festival, makes guest participation in a play

October 12 Climbs Kitadake with father

November Participates in U-17 camp Wins against Kaidou in the “friendly fire” matches Learns about a fishing mobile game from Marui and Kirihara In the court shuffle between 3rd and 5th court, wins against Yamato Abandons the match against Fuji midway, departs for Germany Aiming to become professional, participates in the German representative team

December Participates in the U-17 Pre-World Cup drawings U-17 Pre-World Cup starts In Vs Japan, wins against Irie-Atobe pair in the second match U-17 World Cup starts Is drawn into a fight about food by Siegfried, eats Japanese food together Wins against South Africa and Canada

Plan

(Pictured: two documents of mountain climbing plans, including itinerary, packing list and map.)

“This is from when me and father climbed during consecutive holidays. When climbing mountains, let’s make plans properly and climb without carelessness.”

Fashion

It seems he didn’t bring much clothing with him from Japan. I will give you something next time. (Volk)

With Kunimitsu’s hair style, clothes from any country would suit him. (QP)

Wearing clothes you received just like that. That’s like you. (Fuji)

Whether the person in question is aware of it or not, wearing a waistcloth is quite stylish. (Kite)

“I am not a person who is particular about clothes, but only when it comes to shoes, I make it so that I can play tennis in them.”

Room

Bedroom of the room I’m staying in in Germany There’s only bare minimums like the bed and desk that were part of the furnishings. But I’m thankful that letters and daily necessities have been delivered from Japan. Overall, I like the things made from wood and seeing the townscape from the window.

TN:

*1 張り詰めた, haritsumeta. Strained, stretched, tense. Not strained in the sense of anxious or having problems. It seems more like everyone is ambitious and focused.

*2 選手, senshu: player, athlete. I chose to leave this as it is since the interviewer uses it all the time as an honorific, and couldn’t figure out a natural expression in English.

*3 連合音楽会, rengou ongaku kai. This seems to be some kind of an annual music event that at least schools participate into.

*4 It seems like a mistake that age 15 is placed at September, not October.

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Music boy

Bang Chan × reader

Categories: fluff/smut

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School is so boring, if it wasn't for your best friend Lisa you don't know how you could make it. You were at your locker one day and you see Lisa speeding to you at the end of the hallway. She stops next to you, breathless.

"Take your time", you say laughing.

"He's so prettyyy, have you seen him?"

"What are you talking about?" You ask cause she is not making sense and you can only understand half she is saying.

"The new boy, he's so pretty Asian with blonde hair. You need to see him"

The school doesn't have lots of students and since you are in junior the only new student would be the freshman but even those you are used to see in the hallways. You get kinda curious now, who was this boy the make Lisa freak out, he really must be that pretty.

You and Lisa go to separate ways since you had different class, once you get to yours, and you are walking to your sit you over hear the other girls talk about about the new guy, 'what's will all the fuzz' you think.

The teacher arrives to class and next to him is this amazingly beautiful Blondie, you try not to stare cause everyone else is already doing that.

You were really trying to listen to the teacher but you were so curious that you look behind you and a few sits behind he was there writing something in his notebook, he didn't seem to be writing what the teacher was saying because the teacher wasn't saying that much for all that writing, it made you curious. The class is over and he is one of the first people to leave the classroom, you go out and you go wait for Lisa by your locker that was only a few lockers next to hers. Once she arrives you have to say it.

"Ok you were right he is beautiful, he is in my English class"

Her eyes turn bright with a mixture of mischievous thoughts.

" Oooh good that way you might get to know him and get that piece of ass"

"Don't be gross. Not that I would mind, he's really ho---"

As you were finishing your sentence you turn back to go to the next class and you feel yourself bump into someone, all happened very fast but as you feel yourself falling you feel a hand grabbing yours. He pulls you to himself and suddenly you are so close to this boy's body, he's taller than you so you are facing his neck, there's hardly any space between, you feel a little spaced out cause all you can see is his perfectly designed jawline and he's very attractive neck, his perfume filling in the air around you and you feel his cold hand on your own that is getting so warm and sweaty with all of these feelings you were having.

“ Who is hot?”, the boy asks with a big smile on his face

His smile made your knees so weak that you almost fall on the ground but once again he catches you.

“ Are you feeling okay?”, he asks and you notice the worry on his eyes.

“ Yes I’m okay, thank you so much, you save me from the embarrassment of falling in front of everyone”

“ It’s okay, I’m Chan btw”, he smile again

“ My name is Y/N”

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I have to go to class now, see you around?”

It took you a while from words to be able to come out of your mouth so you just see him walk away when a ‘yeah’ comes from your mouth in a really low pinch.

Suddenly you realize everyone has gone to class and it’s just you and Lisa in the hallway.

“Don’t say a word, let’s go to class."

You spend most of your math class thinking about what just happened. You can’t believe you actually talk to him, he seems so sweet. You realize the class passed when you heard the bell ringing. It’s lunch time so you and Lisa go sit on one of the tables from the cafeteria, Lisa was talking about something but you were really listening because you were watching Chan has he arrived in one of the tables, he takes out a little red notebook and starts to write something in it, you wonder if it’s the same notebook that he was writing in class, what does he have to much to write about, after a while of you being a creep looking at him, you see a three girls approaching him, they are talking to him and he smiling at them, they are really gorgeous.

“ Hey Y/N are you listening?”, Lisa asks.

“ Yes, yes I’m listening”.

You want to keep your attention on Lisa but your eyes keep on going back to Chan.

Lunch is over and you only have one other class left. Usually at the end of classes you go a little bit to Lisa’s house to hang out, but today you weren’t feeling great so you tell her that you are going home instead.

As you walk alone down the hallway you pass the music room from your school and you hear someone singing, you being the curious cat you were stopped and go to the semi-closed door to see you was singing, and singing well. As you get close to the door you see Chan, he doesn’t notice you were there cause his back was facing you, so you just stand there by the door almost unseen listening to him completely amazed. When he stops you realize that he notices someone is there and as he goes to face the door you get scared and step back, you decide to run to the entrance because you don’t want to get caught staring. You run really fast, when you get to the entrance you are really tired and you look back to seem if his not there, ‘that was close’ you think.

You start to walk home, closing your eyes you could still listen to his voice.

Once you get home, you do your homework, get some dinner and go sit on your bed listening to some music, you can’t stop thinking about Chan but then you realize it’s stupid to have a crush on somebody you just met and start to think that he wouldn’t even notice you in that way, specially with all of the cute girls who probably had a crush on him, you are not ugly but sometimes you think other girls are prettier specially when it comes to boys.

When you get to school the next day you see Lisa waiting for you by the lockers as usual, school is pretty normal that day, you try not to think about Chan and the day before, Lisa thinks you are quieter than usual, you say nothing about it. PE classes come and you see that Chan is also in that class with you, he is wearing black shorts and a black tank top, and its becoming hard to focus on class cause all you can think about its his arms, big buffed arms with veins popping off, and he’s legs as he is running along the field, the teacher yells at you and you start running, as you were running you feel someone getting close to you and when you look at your side you see Chan running along and smiling at you, his sweat falling along his face, dirty thoughts rush to your mind as you want to see him sweat like that as he is pounding you, but quickly your thoughts fade as you hear him say hi to you.

“Can I run with you Y/N?”, he asks smiling, ‘god that smile’ you think.

“Yes of course, I don’t run very fast tho”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind running at your pace”

As you running the 10 laps around the field Chan was being friendly so you talk about so stuff, he asked about the school, you asked when did he moved, you guys were really getting along, so you asked what he wanted to do after high school.

“I want to produce music”

“Really?”

“Yes, I make the beats and write some lyrics, and singing it of course, but I’m a bit shy”

“That’s cool”, you said trying to hid the smile, because you knew he sang and really well, and you wonder if the red book is where he writes.

“ You have to show me sometime”, you gulp and regret saying that, you were just trying to be nice but you think that maybe you shouldn’t have said that

“ I’d like that actually, maybe you can tell me what you think”

You smile and sigh in relief. The class ends you take your shower and as you were leaving class you hear someone call out your name and as you look back you see Chan with his hair still wet from the shower, he looks so hot.

“Hey, do you have some time?”, he asks.

“Sure, for what?”

“ Do you want to come with me to music room? I want to show you some things if you don’t mind of course, you said you wanted to listen”, you see a little shy smirk on his lips.

“ Ah, yes, of course, I have sometime, I just need to text my friend Lisa I usually meet her after school”

“Oh it’s okay, maybe some other time then?”

“I can go with you I’m with her everyday I don’t think she will mind”

He nods smiling. You text Lisa but you don’t say what you are doing because you don’t want her to make a big deal about it, because you are trying not to make a big deal about it yourself cause you still think he won’t look at your other than a new friend at the new school.

You arrive at the music room, you both put your bags down and you sit on the chairs, he takes his laptop out and he starts to browse some music. He looks really shy and makes a speech about how it’s not finished and it’s not that good and he starts to sing you realize it’s the same music as yesterday, he is really talented, as he is singing you look at him and you see the features of his face, his jawline, he’s nose, he’s eyes, and then you fixate on those heart shaped lips, and you can stop staring think of how much you want to kiss them.

“ What do you think?” he nervously asks.

You don’t hear him talk cause you can’t stop looking at his lips.

“Y/N?”

You ‘wake up’ startled as he says your name and you answer him.

“You’re really talented, wow”

“Well, thank you”, he looks soft from the compliment.

You stay for a while with Chan listening to some more of his music and when

its time to go home, Chan asks you if you want is company, you say no but he

insists, you nod as a sign of yes.

He walks you home and keeps ask you questions about yourself, you think he is just trying to be nice but he really wants to know you. He kinda has a crush on you. When you get to your front door you turn to Chan and say

“Thank you for walking me home, will you be fine going home alone?”

“Yes, don’t worry!”, he quickly answers

“Okay, see you tomorrow then”, you say as you take your keys and go to the door.

“Y/N wait”

“huh?”

“Can I ask you for something?”, Chan says looking at his side

“Yes of course Chan, what is it?”

“Can I have your number?”

“What for?”, you said as he caught you off guard

“Oh! T-t-t to talk, I mean I understand if you don’t want to”, you can see he got a little sad with your response

“Oh, yes of course!”

You exchange numbers and you go inside, you rush to your bathroom look at the mirror and scream

“ WHAT FOR? ARE YOU STUPID? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT, YOU ARE SO DUMB Y/N”

You feel so embarrassed, you think Chan will never text you after that. You decide to call Lisa and tell her about everything, you stay on the phone for a while talking and laughing, a while after you receive a text from Chan, it makes you so happy and stay until late at night talking.

The next day, as you get to your locker you can already see Lisa’s mischievous smile.

“Soooo when are you going to tell Chan you have a crush on him and kiss him?”

“I would say never”.

The class pass very slow today, maybe because you made plans with Chan to go listen to some more of his music, you were so excited.

The time comes and he is already waiting for you on the music room. And, again, today you can stop looking at him and thinking about kissing him. You are so spaced out that while he asks you what do you think, you couldn’t believe the words that just come out of your mouth

“Kiss me”

He is a little surprised but he obeys right away. He wanted to kiss you so bad, that he was glad you say that.

You kissed and it was magical, his lips are soft and as your tongues discover each other is like a dance, he is a really good kisser and you are not so bad either. As soon as you stop kissing your head races thinking about what just happened you look at Chan and he looks pretty happy about what happen.

Neither you or Chan talks about it and you just go home. That night you decided not to answer Chan texts so you think about it alone.

The next morning, you look at you’re a phone and there’s a message from Chan saying ‘Meet me at the music room. I want to do that again’.

As the day goes by you are not sure if you should come meet him, but of course you decided to put something a little different from what you usually wear, which meant a dress, you were wearing a dress for the first time in a long while, even Lisa talks about it and is really surprised, you even notice a few stares of other boys.

The time come, and you stand by the door looking at Chan, he glances at the door and you hid. Suddenly there’s a arm reaching for you, Chan pulls you with is arm and put you against the wall and kisses you, the kiss was different from the one the day before, the other was soft and cute, this one made you want to jump to his waist and rip his clothes off. He can tell he feels the same as he puts on of your hands up against the wall, his other hand was on your thigh, you’ve been thinking about him like that since you saw him so it wasn’t a problem to you, you wanted him to go higher. With your free hand you pull his hand a little bit higher, he gets the sign and keeps caressing your thigh, you put your hand on his hair and accidently moan his name.

“I’m sorry, but I saw you earlier in the hall and that dress looks so good on you it’s making me crazy--”

He looks at you.

“I can stop if you want”

You don’t want him to stop, he is so hot and you just want him inside of you, so you kiss him harshly. He takes it as a yes, he puts his hand a little higher, his hand is on your lacy underwear, he pulls it a little aside so he could feel your womanhood, he runs his finger through your wetness, he makes a little stop on your clit, Chan groans a bit and asks.

“Can I?”

Before you could say anything he gives you a small kiss and and starts to get down till his head is near your womanhood, you weren’t sure you were comfortable of what was going to happen since no one ever done it to you before, but before you could say something again you are caught by surprise when you feel his tongue licking your insides, tasting every part of you, you can feel him moaning, as you feel is warm breath on your sensitive area, his tongue starts a little bit slow moving around making you moan his name underneath your breath, without realizing you put your hands on his hair squeezing it whenever he reach your nub or you liked what he did which made him do it more time as he understand how much you like, he reaches your nub and stays there starting to move his tongue a little bit faster. Suddenly he stops and you quickly look down to understand why he stopped, only to see him licking one of his fingers, you can feel him again in your warmth and caughting you by surprise he slides one finger inside you, sucking a little bit on your nub. He puts the second finger inside you and starts to go up and down with is fingers and with is tongue speeding up his pace. Your body just wants to collapse it feels so good that you start to loose your strength, the more you moan his name the harder he goes, you can take it no more and you say almost whispering.

“Chan,i-i-i’m coming”

And as you are realizing you hear him say.

“Come for me, princess”

He sits back, with is lips and fingers wet and you fall with your knees on the ground feeling a little embarrassed about what happened so you face down and cover your face with you hands. Chan approaches you and takes your hands of your face.

“I’m sorry I come out a little strong, I know we just met, I didn’t meant to make you feel bad”

“You didn’t, its just I wasn’t expecting that to happened, I mean I thought about other stuff, I mean nevermind, you made me feel really good Chan”, you answer with a shy smile.

Chan puts one hand on your face and says.

“ This was a little sudden, but you look so hot on that dress, I mean you are always hot and beautiful, but today I don’t, I just wanted to make you feel good”

You stay a bit looking at each other and then you sum up all of your courage and say.

“I want to make you feel good too”

He smirks, with a little devil eyes and says.

“I want you to come in my mouth again. And maybe do other stuff too”, he winks.

[hiyadarlingirl]

EVERGREEN LOVE, part 8

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Summary; You have some free time from uni so you visit your parents who live in gloucestshire for a week and study for your upcoming finals. When you get back to London it has started to snow. After your last final,  adventure with Rog awaits you!

I strongly suggest listening to the pride and prejudice soundtrack  ‘The living sculptures of Pemberly “ as it matches the tone of this part perfectly.  

wordcount; 1,9k

Warnings; fluff

Disclamer; I wanted to give reader a bit of a backstory, but if you want to keep reader neutral, I suggest skipping to the last part (under the -----line)! Thanks for reading y’all! Tell me what you think! Request are Always open! :) 

‘Can you tell mom I’ll come home this Tuesday?’

You were on the phone with your younger sister Mia who still lived at home. It was Friday evening and you were sitting in the windowsill of the library with your knees pulled up, talking quietly to prevent people from getting angry.

‘Sure thing. Having dinner with us too?’

‘Yeah I think so, yes. Will Jane be home too?’ Jane was your older sister and studied English Literature at Cambridge.

‘Not sure, I’ll ask mom.’

‘Thanks.’

‘No prob. Glad you’re coming home Y/N, we missed you.’

‘Missed you too sis.’ You looked through the window over the courtyard of the library. It was minus 5 degrees outside and it would get even colder over the weekend. You looked forward to going home. You truthfully had missed them a whole lot, having seen your family far too little in the past couple of months.

Your parents lived in the Glaucestshire countryside, twenty minutes out of town and it was honestly the calmest place on earth, especially compared to crazy London. You could study undisturbed in your room overlooking the fields and help your mom making the garden ready for spring. You were yearning for some time away from the chaos and also some time away from Roger.  

You had seen him at class earlier today. He was late for the lecture and stumbled in while muttering apologies to the teacher. He then sat next to you and gave you a tired smile.

‘So how was the date?’ You asked

‘Splendid. Great fun.’ He answered, then leaned over you to read your notes, face close to the paper. ‘What is it about?’ He tried switching to a different subject.

‘Photosynthetic electron transport.’ You answered, tagging along and dropping the Christina thing.

 You wondered if they would start dating properly now or if it was just a one time thing. Either way you were glad you could spent some time away from it all. You had finals in a week and couldn’t use any distraction. Especially not from the worst distraction of all.

 That Tuesday morning you packed your suitcase with some essentials and said goodbye to Ally and Sam.

‘If Rog calls, can you tell him I’m at my parents and I’ll be back for finals?’ You asked, just in case.

‘Sure thing babes.’ Ally answered and hugged you goodbye. You then took your suitcase and headed to the train station.

It was freezing cold and you were glad you were wearing a thick parka and knitted hat, but cursed at forgetting to take gloves as your hands were icy-cold. You blew little white clouds in the air while you waited for the train to arrive.

When it did you walked to second class and sat down in a small four-seat compartment next to the window. You put your bag next to you on the seat and made yourself comfortable for the three-hour trip. You loved train rides, always had. When you were little your dad would take you and your sisters out for little trips to villages across the country. Those were the days of building campfires from driftwood at the shore and camping out in the wild. But also the days of being stuck in swamps and wanting to go home. Days of excitement and days of tears.

    When you arrived at Bibury your mom picked you up.

‘Hi sweatheart.’ She gave you a hug and helped you carry your suitcase to the car. Mia was in the backseat and wrapped her arms around you when you sat down in front.

‘Ahh you smell so good! What are you wearing? Is it new?’

‘Yes, it’s Yves-Saint-Laurent.’

‘Can I borrow it?’ She asked cheerful.

‘Steal it, you mean? Sure but I don’t have it with me so you’ll have to come to London.’ You said smiling.

Mia groaned and let you go form her grip. ‘Ugh, alright…’

‘Sorry Mia.’

‘No boys to impress here huh?’ She jokingly added, not knowing there was truth in her words. You rolled your eyes at her, just like when you were younger. Some things just never changed. 

    It was a short drive to the house and Mia chatted away from the backseat about a winter ball at school and her dress and how Jane was coming home tomorrow and how glad she was you’d all be together again. 

    When you arrived at the house and the car-engine was turned off the silence was almost overwhelming. There was no sound apart from  that of nature and you had forgotten what it felt like.

You carried your suitcase to the porch and took a moment to look out over the fields. Everything was sober, from the white walls of the house to the fields and the empty garden. The white formed a big contrast with the forest behind it and you realized how much you had missed the place.

‘Your dad is  in the back chopping wood, go say hi.’ Your mom said and pointed her chin to the side of the porch. ‘Oh and tell him dinner is ready in an hour.’

You nodded and walked around the house, indeed hearing the sound of an ax hitting wood in a controlled manner.

‘Hi dad.’ You said and waited for him to stop chopping before you came closer.

‘Hi sweetheart!’ His face lit up. You really had been away for far too long, you felt as if he looked older than you remembered.

‘Dinner is ready in an hour, need help?’

‘Help me carry in a bit?’ He said and gave you a smile.

 That evening you spent catching up with your parents and sister. Your mom made soup and fresh baked bread and you talked about life in London and university. You also talked about your friends but chose your words carefully not in the mood to talk about Roger.

 The rest of the week you spent working in the garden and studying in your room. Your sister had come home but you hadn’t talked to her properly yet when she knocked on your door one evening.

‘Hey, how’s studying going?’

You shrugged. ‘Can’t concentrate.’

‘Feel like having a sleepover in Mia’s room?’

‘Ah I could’ve predicted she wanted one of those.’ You said.

‘Not to get out of.’ Jane said and laughed. ‘Come I’ll help you carry your sleeping stuff to her room.’

    That night you spent in Mia’s room braiding each-others hair and talking about boys.

‘How is Charlie?’ Mia asked Jane.

‘Ah, we broke up like three weeks ago.’

‘Why?’

‘He… cheated.’ She said quietly and shrugged.

‘Oh shit. That really sucks.’ You said, surprised they weren’t together anymore.

‘Yeah it does, but I’m okay really, I wasn’t that in love with him anymore anyway. He turned out to be pretty…’ She stopped to look for the right word. ‘…Boring.’

‘Yeah I never liked him, Jane.’ Mia said.

‘I know you didn’t sis.’ Jane said and threw her a meaningful look. ‘So we’re all single girls now then huh?’ She added with a melancholy smile. ‘Unless…. Our mysterious sister Y/N has a secret lover.’ She looked at you expectantly, eyes twinkling.

‘I don’t. Sorry to disappoint you.’

‘So where’s your mind then? You seem so distracted.’

You sighed. Jane had always been able to read through you.

You decided to just be honest. ‘You remember Roger right?’

‘Of course, the bambi boy?’

‘Bambi boy?’

‘Yes, because of his big eyes. Bamboy.’

‘Yeah right… that one.’ You said, then continued. ‘You know, I try really hard to not think of him and focus on my finals and understanding the processes in prokaryotic and eukaryotic cells, but all I end up thinking about is how beautiful Rogers hands are.’

‘Well I can see why.’ Mia said. ‘That sounds bloody boring.’ You laughed but Jane’s face turned serious.

‘Roger is in that band right, smile?’

‘Yeah.’

‘You are not in love with him, are you?’

‘No I am not.’ You said. ‘But I could be. Oh Jane, I really could be.’ You noticed there was a longing in your voice.

‘So why don’t you let yourself fall in love with him?’

‘Because… he doesn’t love me back and he can be a really arrogant self-righteous prick sometimes.’

‘How do you know he doesn’t love you back.’

‘He doesn’t act like it, not in a romantic love kind-a-way anyway.’ You said. ‘And he’s dating a girl now. A really pretty one.’

‘Well you are very pretty too you know.’ Mia said. You smiled but shook your head a little. ‘I’m afraid that if I fall in love with him, and even if we end up dating, he will crush my heart by falling for a different girl in a heartbeat.’

‘You know,’ Jane started and shifted her weight so she was lying next to you. ‘I’ve only met him once at that garden party of yours last May, but he seems very, very fond of you.’

‘He does huh.’

‘Yes!’

‘Hm.’

‘I think you should consider telling him. It’s worth the risk don’t you think?’

‘The stakes are pretty high, I might lose my best friend.’

‘Yes, or you’ll gain a love of a lifetime.’

‘I don’t know.’ You said, your heart racing at the thought of having to tell him. You were too afraid to lose him.

 After the weekend you had to get back to London to take your exams and hugged your sisters and parents goodbye. 

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Sitting in the train you looked out of the window, lost in thought. It was still incredibly early, the golden morning sun barely giving off any warmth. Your warm breath made a white haze on the window and without thinking you bended forward and pressed your lips to the cold glass. You wondered what Rogers lips would feel like and felt rosy by the thought of kissing him.

When you arrived in London you rushed to university to take your first exam.

The following days were filled with late night studying and more finals and you were glad when it was Friday and the last one had arrived. It had started snowing that morning. Thick snowflakes came falling from the sky and wrapped London in a thin white blanket, getting thicker by the second.

It muted every sound and it was completely silent in the exam hall apart from the sound of turning paper and sniffling and coughing.

You hadn’t talked to Roger over two weeks now, having only seen him once that week at an exam on a subject that you shared. He followed a different major which gave you partly different courses so it wasn’t strange you hadn’t seen that much of him. You had missed talking to him though.

You looked at the clock. Two hours left. You turned back to your paper, focusing on the questions.

When you were finally done you handed it in, a feeling of relieve came washing over you.

 You walked out and went looking for your jacket when you suddenly saw him. 

Roger. 

He was leaning to the opposite wall, wearing a huge jacket and a red knitted hat, completely covered in snow. He smiled brightly.

‘Hi love. Up for an adventure?’

‘Hi Rog. Always.’

‘Good. We’re waiting outside with the van. It’s time you met Freddie.’

He slung his arm around you and pulled you in for a side-hug.

 ‘We’re going on a roadtrip babe.’ 

TO BE CONTINUED

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[epickendall]

Creature Feature Chapter 4

On a Monday morning, Mike arrives at his new school, Willow Peek High School after his dad dropped him off. In the middle of the front of the school is a bronze statue of a Wolverine over a log and there is plack on the right side that says "To the beloved school mascot Samuel Wolv,"

"Huh weird how makes a statue for a school mascot," Mike thought.

Mike goes inside of the school he heads to the front desk of the school to get his schedule, the school guide, and paperwork for his parents. Mike see he finds that his first period is a free period because of the Vice principal wanted Mike to look around the school to get familiar with the school. Mike wonders in the empty hall only to see Cody in the library reading a graphic novel Mike go in the library and come up to Cody.

"Hey Cody," said Mike

"Mike hey welcome to Willow Peek High School the last stop to College or freedom from school," said Cody

"So what are you doing in the library?"

"Well this my free period I got nothing else to do so I came here to read a couple of graphic novels,"

"Cool, hey if you don't mind can showing me around the school this place is kinda big,"

"Sure men let me just put this book back," Cody place the book back on the shelf and him, and Mike left the library.

Cody shows Mike around the school showing Mike the study halls, the GYM, the football field, the English hall, the science labs, the cafeteria, Music hall, and the vending machine. Then we get out the math hall they get stopped by a girl about their age she had brown hair, freckles, black eyes, grey vest, white collars long sleeves, dark green pants, and grey shoes she was holding a bunch of flyers.

"Hey you must be new to this school I haven't seen you before what's your name?" said the girl

"My name is Mike," said Mike

"Mike my name is Courtney two weeks from now the school is going to have a fair and student council would like volunteers for the school fair you should come you'll make a couple of new friends," Courtney hands Mike a flyer.

"Thanks, I'll think about it,"

Courtney to Cody her face turn into a disgusting look to him "here a flyer for Cody I hope you don't join to try to hit on the girls or an attempt to flirt on a girl," Courtney hangs Cody flyer and turns to Mike "nice meeting Mike," Courtney walks off

"What is that about you and Courtney Cody?" said Mike

"Yeah she hates me," said Cody rubbing the back of his neck

"Why what did you do to her,"

"Nothing I don't think the only thing she has against me is when I help Noah win class president from under her,"

"Are you sure that it? I mean the way she acted toward you it seems this more to the story,"

"Again I still don't know what I did to her," Cody sighs "let's move on,"

Cody and Mike walk around the school until the second bell ring, and they went to their classes. Later in the fourth period, Mike goes to his biology where he sees Zoey is in the class with an empty desk next to Zoey desk the so Mike sat at the desk, and Zoey notices.

"Hey Mike how your first day of school going?" said Zoey

"It's going good Zoey," said Mike

"That's good don't worry about this class Mike it's easy if just pay attention to your note,"

"I hope science isn't my thing,"

"If you like I can help tutor if you need on a question or the lesson,"

"Sure, Zoey, I would like that," Mike smiled.

When the class got started at about twenty minutes a red hair teenage boy, wearing a white beater, blue jeans, black belt, and dirty brown boots walk in the class, and the teacher stopped writing on the whiteboard.

"You're late again Scott there be a good excuse this time," said the teacher

"Sorry teach I got  stuck in traffic between classes," said Scott who gain a couple of snicker and giggles from a couple of students

"Hilarious Scott one more tardy in my class again you'll receive Saturday detention got it,"

"Whatever,"

Scott sits down behind Mike the class continues, but Scott kept poking at Mike's head for several minutes until Mike got annoyed and turned around.

"What?" Mike whispered

"You new here, right?" Scott whispered

"Yes, why?"

"Because only someone has to be new in order dress like a complete dork,"

Mike rolls his eyes and gets back to listening to the teacher as Scott kept making of him behind his back to another student.

"I mean look at that hair how much hair gel did he put into his hair," Scott whispered to make the student giggle.

Mike kept his cool until a voice popped into his head that he didn't want to hear again for a long time.

"You should shove a pencil up that jackass nose Mike," said the voice

"No, I'm not listening to you go away," Mike told the voice in his head.

"Come on your still mad at me I help you out a lot in our old school Mike,"

"Big help yeah right everyone thought I was complete Psycho and not wanting to be near me,"

"So what at least didn't become nobody little bitch in the past and right now you are a fucking bitch to this Scott guy,"

"Can you SHUT UP!"

Then the bell rings finishing class the student head for their next period Zoey come to Mike as they leave the classroom.

"Sorry about Scott he's a total asshole," said Zoey

"Don't worry about Zoey I dealt with worse people at my old school," said Mike

"So what you got next period Mike?"

"I got A-lunch then world history,"

"I got A-lunch as well Mike, do you want to come and eat with me at my table?"

"I would like that Zoey,"

Mike and Zoey head to the cafeteria the voice in Mike's head starts to fade away until it was gone for now.

[peaches-of-1]

The College Crush ~ Chapter 1: Twisted Girl

Black!MC x E’Dawn

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Just a flash of red and brown, and E’Dawn couldn’t help but stare. His smile fell and it felt as though his world had stopped. Your hair was in twists and so was his stomach after seeing you. The other guys didn’t fail to notice their friend’s new infatuation with the girl who had just passed by.

“You think she’s cute, huh?”

He nodded and fell off the wall since he had been too occupied staring at the beautiful brown girl who had passed by to worry about his own safety. Hyojong just had to know one thing. Who were you?

[Two hours earlier...]

Hyojong woke up and stretched, turning off his phone alarm and almost forgetting he wasn’t living on campus this year. He was so used to seeing the cream colored walls, that his black painted ones surprised him. Yawning, he smacked his lips together and tasted last night’s sleep on his tongue. It tasted like spit.

“Good morning, Cheolsoo! Yeonghee, how was your sleep? Is Nari thirsty this morning?” He said cheerfully as he watered the growing sprouts on his windowsill before getting ready.

Skipping forward, Hyojong spit foamy toothpaste into the sink and wiped his face. Only as he double checked his freckled face did his roommate Hongseok came out of his room to do his morning routine.

Scratching his tummy, he said his usual greeting, “Mornin’”

“Sleep well?”

Hongseok nodded and yawned, splashing his face with cold water, “Ah, we’re meeting the guys at the brick wall outside the library today for lunch. Bring cash. Jinho says the card swipe thing got stolen over the summer.”

 “Well fuck,” He pouted. “Ok.”

The be-speckled blonde beauty opened his closet and changed his bottoms to the black slacks required by the school that sported his grade’s color. He slipped on a white tank top after flexing in the mirror a bit. High white socks and black tennis shoes. They could have been any color, but Hyojong decided to keep it simple.

He’d put on his jacket last in case something spilled on his shirt and he had no time to change. Speaking of which. Breakfast. Nothing too big as he’d get coffee with his friends soon enough. Yuto was in the kitchen, toast waiting on the counter with jam and butter surrounding the green plate.

“I made two slices for everyone. Do whatever you want with them.”

The three waited for the last one to wake up as they ate in the living room and played a few video games. None of their classes were until 11am, and it was just now 9:23. Wooseok shuffled in his pajamas and drank some juice.

“Cute.” Hongseok smiled.

They talked about their classes and what they heard about their teachers until it was time to go. They buttoned up their gold buttons that shined brightly against the black fabric

“These look like Japanese high school outfits.”

“And here I thought I had gotten rid of these awful collars when I graduated.” Yuto looked at himself in the mirror. “Why are they trying to copy the uniform style?”

Hongseok shrugged, “Don’t know. But I don’t exactly hate it. You look adorable, Wooseok.”

Hyojong smiled, “He’s always adorable.”

“Oh, be quiet. These pants are so stupid. Why aren’t they full length?” The adorable one turned his ankle to emphasize the fact that it showed off his navy blue socks instead of covering them like regular pants.

“Fashion!” Yuto said. “I like that feature. Makes me feel young.”

“I feel like I’m cosplaying.” Hongseok laughed. “Anyways. Let’s go. We’ve got classes to get to, and it’s best not to be late on the first day.”

After their first classes, the boys met up where they had the past two years after making their rather large group of friends. There were ten of them in total, Jinho, Hui, Hongseok, E’Dawn, Shinwon, Yanan, Yeo One, Yuto, Kino, and Wooseok. Hyojong went by E’Dawn because he messed up creating his first semester schedule so badly that he had classes at the crack of dawn for a whole term.

Most of the others had regular nicknames. They always met for lunch outside the library since Jinho worked at the school cafe located on the library’s first floor and got off at the time. He always brought his friends food that was fresh but would be thrown out after his shift. It was ok as long as he didn’t get caught, and his boss didn’t tell on him.

Even in this large group, they talked about the new uniforms for guys. Every grade had its own color that they had to wear. Freshmen in red, Sophomores in green, Juniors in pink, and Seniors in blue. Yuto, Kino, and Wooseok wore red while Yeo One, Shinwon, and Yanan got green. Hui, E’Dawn, and Hongseok got to wear black this year and Jinho was the only one who wore blue.

The colors were on everyone’s Student IDs. For the guys, they had two sets of pants. One were plaid and whatever color they needed to be. The others were black with a colored stripe down each side. The color also showed up on their ties they wore for their alternate uniforms.As for girls, their skirts signified their current academic level. Although girls could wear pants, there was just social pressure that made skirts more common than not.

Hyojong had decided to wear his black pants today. He met Yuto and Wooseok during their summer orientation since Hyojong was their Orientation Leader. They mentioned not wanting live on campus but not wanting to stay with their parents and E’Dawn said he had two empty rooms in his apartment. They’ve been close ever since.

The guys were taking turns walking on the red brick wall in front of the library to see who could do it the fastest without falling. Hyojong fell and landed on his ass, making the others laugh. He laughed along with them until your red skirt caught his eye. Your legs were an earthy brown, and you wore high black socks in combat boots.

Looking at the rest of your body, he saw that you had on a blazer with red accents and a white dress shirt underneath, red ribbon tied under the colar. The messenger bag you held was an army green color and covered in all sorts of buttons. Some E’Dawn recognized since he was a fan of the shows and bands.

Your hair was natural and in a plethora of twists, but you didn’t really notice him among all the other handsome men. You just saw them as a group of men you had to pass by. It didn’t occur that one of them had been captivated by your presence. Then again, while you were trying to see if you were headed towards the right building, E’Dawn was trying to get a better view of you. He sat up from his first falling position, fingers hanging off the edge of the wall.

After you passed the group, you didn’t see your newest admirer fall to the ground after losing his balance since you were already inside the building and taking everything in. So this is what the inside of a Korean library looked like, you mused.

Hyojong scrambled to his feet and followed you. He just had to make sure that what he saw was human not a goddess made from his imagination as he currently believed you were. When he got inside, he saw a red skirt go around a corner. Your twists bounced with every step and suddenly stopped as you searched for the right room. Hyojong couldn’t help but reach out and touch your shoulder.

You turned around, “Yeah?” You spoke English.

He didn’t know a lot of English. Right now, he barely remembered any Korean as you two met eyes. Yours were such a dark brown, tunnels to another world. E’Dawn had to say something.

“Hi. I’m Kim Hyojong.” He bowed. “I help with new students. Are you lost?”

Having bowed when he did, you sighed and spoke Korean, “Yes, I’m lost. I’m looking for this classroom, but I don’t see this number anywhere.”

He loved the sound of your voice. You showed him the number, and E’Dawn saw the number written in both Hangul and Romanized alphabet.

“Ah, I’m guessing you didn’t get the email. That class is now upstairs in the computer lab.” He pointed upwards. “I can take you to it if you want.”

The way you smiled made his heart skip, “Could you, please?”

Hyojong smiled back, “Sure. Follow me. What’s your name, by the way?”

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” You gave a small bow and your twists trickled down your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you.”

There was no way he was going to tell you how easy it was to find the classroom since they were mostly glass walls and had the teacher’s name on the door. E’Dawn wanted to spend more time with you wanted to learn more about this beautiful black girl with a voice like the sea.

“Where you from?”

“I’m from North America. And before you ask, I learned Korean and moved here because of K-pop. Mostly the fashion aspect.”

He smiled, “Sounds about right with all the foreigners here. What’s your major?” E’Dawn asked as he opened the stairwell door for you.

“Thanks,” You grinned. “And I’m undecided at the moment. Just trying to get my general studies out the way and try a few things out before committing to a specific field just yet.”

“You’ll find your place here rather quickly. Um, let me see that paper one more time?”

You hands him the paper, and he took a pen out of his pocket to scribble something on it. He handed it back to you, and you noticed a few extra characters along the bottom.

“Wow” You heard a voice whisper.

Both of you turned your heads to see the stairwell door closing even though it should’ve already been shut after E’Dawn and you stepped out. You guys decided to ignore whatever it was.

“It’s my KTalk. You can message me if you have any questions. I hope you enjoy your class.” He opened the glass door leading to the largest computer room.

“Thanks. Hyojong-oppa?”

He wanted to clutch his chest as he was having a heart attack from how cute you were, calling him oppa. He almost forgot you were younger than him, but the red skirt was obvious. You were just very comfortable to be around that you didn’t feel younger. Must’ve been because you were American.

You took his reaction the wrong way, “Oh, sorry, I guess we’re not close enough for me to call you that yet.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no. It’s fine. You can call me oppa if you want.”

“Oh, that’s a relief! Thank you, oppa!”

Hyojong nodded, caught his breath, and put on a charming smile, “Yes. You’re welcome. I’ll see you around. Your Korean is very good.”

“Thank you! I’ll see you around.” You bowed to him and went inside.

He nodded back at you and let go of the door. Releasing the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, E’Dawn gave you one last glance and headed downstairs to rejoin his friends. However, as he opened the door that lead to the stairs he saw several of them standing on the landing.

“Hey, guys. What were you doing?”

They all looked at each other until Yeo One spoke, “Nothing, oppa~”

The others joined in teasing him about having the freshman girl call him oppa even though they had just met. Hyojong was a blushing mess, and nothing could hide it. The librarian shushed them and pointed outside.

Once outside, Jinho was the first to tell the other five, “She called him oppa and almost took it back, but he said it was ok. Dawnie’s got a crush~”

“So, is she Korean?”

E’Dawn shook his head, “American. Not sure which area. Her name is (Y/N).” He touched his cheeks, starting to blush even more. “She’s really cute.”

This was fun. Should I write more? I should. Five chapters. I’ll write five chapters of this with this one being the first.

[nish-s-random-writing]

Can you do a usuk with smart-America for me? 😊 Please and thank you!

(a/n:) Of course! ^_^ Sorry for the long wait, my internet was kind of a bust. Didn’t let me post for a few days. Hope you like it!_____________________________________

USUK!

Arthur Kirkland, high school senior, president of Heta-HighStudent Council, working on one of his final projects of the final semester,was in one hell of a predicament.

Normally, Arthur thought, that this situation was onereserved for college students, and yet he was in it nonetheless.

It was approximately 6 pm now, and he could see the sunnearly completely below the horizon outside the ceiling-high windows of thelibrary building. In front of him, on the table, lay the scattered scraps of wireand metal that was supposed to be thefinished project for his robotics class, all pristine and ready to be submittedtomorrow.

But it was all a half-constructed, confused pile of mess—muchlike Arthur’s brain.

“Ah, I’ll help youfinish it next week on Thrusday, Arthur-san, if that will be okay,” Kiku,his Japanese tech-savvy friend had said. One of his only friends, really. “I will help you with your computation sheetand we can do the rest then, okay?” And he was reliable, too. Up until hecalled four hours earlier notifying Arthur that the Science Club had an urgentmeeting that afternoon, and he then had to quickly meet-up with his familyimmediately after.  

So Arthur had internally screamed, panicked, and made hisway to the library with his hunk of metal in an attempt to finish the thing.

Now, Arthur liked to consider himself something close to aprodigy, with his straight As and perfect attendance and project submissionrecord. Anything involving math and science, which weren’t really his strongpoints, he could easily have tutored to him by Kiku who granted him a better,if not more advanced understanding than his teachers.

But Kiku wasn’t here, and everything was miserable, andArthur would definitely get an F tomorrow morning.

And the freaking robot was only half of the grade. Theworksheet with all the computations was very, horribly important. And no, noamount of books or google articles had helped Arthur get the grasp of how thedamned wires and metal bits worked with all the numbers and symbols andletters. Just, no.

So there Arthur was, a breath away from breaking into a sob,clutching a screwdriver in one hand and staring down with a look of absolutefrustration, when a nudge on his shoulder made him jump almost a foot into theair. “W-what?”

“Hey! It’s you!” 

Arthur turned, still shaking, to see theface of a boy smiling impossibly wide.

Blond hair, sky-blue eyes, rectangular glasses and an auraof stupendous positivity. In that one second Arthur was knocked back three weeksinto the past, when he was passing down an empty school hallway during football game-night.

There he was, avoiding the game and the crowds already inthe field, making his way home, when he spotted a suspiciously lonely football(ahem, American football) helmet paintedred and green left strewn on the floor haphazardly.

He found a name written on the inside with marker on maskingtape. Well, it was twenty minutes until the game started, and Arthur consideredhis options. He could leave it be for it probably didn’t matter anyway, or hecould rush to the football players’ locker room and hand the helmet over to—hesquinted—an Alfred F. Jones.

He went for the latter, seeing no harm in doing someone afavor.

He rushed down the dimly lit empty halls and made his way downbelow, knocking on the locker room and opening it when no one answered.

Thankfully, he wasn’t greeted with the sight oftwenty-something half-naked men chanting their game-chant like a sport-crazedcult. Instead there were several uniformed players, all in their red/greenfootball gear, standing about as one of them frantically threw open a lockerand started going through everything inside.

When he finally looked up and spotted Arthur holding out thehelmet, his eyes went unbelievably wide.

Yes, that was Alfred F. Jones.

“My lucky helmet! Oh sweet lord, I could never play withoutit. Thank you!” He cried and rushed over to Arthur, thanking him profusely andshaking his arm so bad he was sure it had been dislocated.

He had an aura of the typical dumb jock—incapable of properEnglish and anything remotely academic. He spoke like it too, all careless andrushed; must have been the reason for leaving his helmet carelessly strewn onthe floor in the first place.

After the encounter, Arthur sniffed and gave his polite“Your welcome, but be more careful next time.” Then quickly left. He was notsomeone Arthur wanted to be closely acquainted with, and so he went withoutanother word.

But here was this jock again, staring him down with afriendly smile.

“You’re Arthur Kirkland right? Hey, I don’t mean to be rudebut uh, you’re a senior too, aren’t you? Didn’t Mr. Bobbinsky have thatrobotics project due tomorrow?”

“I, uh…” Arthur mumbled. Yes, it was in fact, due tomorrow,and he was dying inside. “Y-yes.”

“Then what’s it doing still looking like a pile of scrap?”Alfred snickered good-naturedly.

Arthur went red up to his ear-tips. “Well, I’ll have youknow that this thing isn’t as easy as it should be, you know! Whoever decidedon adding such a useless subject like roboticsto the curriculum anyway? And what makes you think you’ve the right to insultme like that? What do you know aboutany of this, huh?”

Alfred laughed, loud and carefree, fitting his bouncypersonality. “Well, I happen to know a bit,” he said and casually took a seatright next to Arthur, as though they’ve been friends for ten years strong. “Iactually passed mine a week early.” He said matter-of-factly.

Arthur stared, dumbfounded. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Alfred smiled.

Damnit. He wasn’t lying.

Arthur deflated, burying his face into his forearms on thetable. “I’m going to fail.” He stated. Alfred laughed from somewhere above him.

“Hey, listen, you saved my guts back at the game. Iliterally cannot play without myhelmet. It’s my lucky helmet, you know? I’ll lose without it! And well, we won,so you basically did the whole school a favor. So, Arthur Kirkland, tell youwhat,”

Arthur tilted his head to look up at Alfred from the crookof his elbow. “What?” He asked, tired and desperate. Alfred was grinning athim. It was somehow comforting.

“I’ll help you finish this project, and get you an A atthat!”

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Of course Arthur took it. He was absolutely helpless, andhere was an angel sent down to save him from the depths of hell.

Alfred didn’t seem like an angel at first. Arthur doubtedhim. He picked up Arthur’s work sheet and stared at it with blatant confusion,and muttered, “What the fuck isthis?”

All of Arthur’s computations had absolutely nothing to helpwith the project. So, Alfred began the lesson from scratch.

He showed him the components, disassembled a few of thewires, and told Arthur which goes where and how the numbers show how to workthem. The more he explained, the more Arthur understood. He went through pointersfast, but not brisk and unintelligible like Mr. Bobbinsky. He spoke simpler andhis words were easier to comprehend.

Soon, Arthur was wielding the screwdriver with moreconfidence, putting pieces in their places and glancing at his worksheet with renewedunderstanding.

And Alfred was kind, too. He wasn’t impatient and he nevergod ticked off. Whenever Arthur half-screamed in mild frustration, Alfredchuckled and told him what he did wrong and what he should do. Really, Arthurwas quite touched.

Alfred was extremely nice. He was tender, made jokes thatactually managed to make Arthur chuckle, and he didn’t really look all that badeither.

Three hours later, with only college-kids high on caffeinelittering the other tables, Arthur put his screwdriver down with shaking redhands. It was done. The pieces were put together and the thing was working perfectly.Flawlessly. Marvelously.

“Alfred, I… well, thank you. To be honest, I um, would neverhave gotten this done without you.” Arthur said. He looked up to find Alfredgiving him that sweet smile again. Christ, how was a guy like that still allsunny and positive after 3 hours of intense labor?

“Ha ha! It’s alright, Artie.”

Arthur’s heart skipped a beat. Oh, fuck.

“I, um, well,” He coughed. “Well, I did give your helmetback but you spent three hours working on a project that isn’t even yours.I—um, apologies, Alfred, for making you waste your time on me.”

“Woah, hey now, it’s alright. Worth it to spend 3 hours witha cutie like you.” Alfred winked.

What now.

“Hey,” the jock said again. “If you ever need to be tutoredwith like, math or science or something, I can help you out!” He took a pieceof scrap paper and jotted something down. Arthur realized with a start that itwas his number.

“Oh, um, thank you.” Arthur was blushing. Wildly.

Alfred laughed. “Hey, no problem!” And then he winked. “I’llsee you ‘till then. Gotta go now, though!”

He stood up and made to leave when Arthur called after him.

“Hey, Alfred!”

“Yes?”

“Uh, how about tomorrow, at that Starbucks around thecorner?”

Alfred raised an eyebrow, but he was smiling. “What? Fortutoring?”

“Um, not exactly.”

Alfred’s smile widened. “Great! See you at 5, then,Arthur!~”