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“Why are you wearing those?” The irked voice of your older brother greeted you as you stepped out of the car and bounced towards him. “I’m going to play.” “And who told you that you’re allowed to play?” “Me.” You shifted your chocolate orbs to meet his frustrated ones, smiling playfully at him as you stuck out your tongue. “You brought me here anyways-“ “No, I did not – you shoved your way into the bus the last minute-“ “And so since I have nothing better to do,” Placing a hand on your hip, you shifted all your weight to one foot. 

“Hey, Tsumu.” Atsumu quirked a small smile on the corner of his lips as he glanced your figure, “Yea?” You crinkled your nose in reply, an action that he knew denoted your nervousness, as you continued to watch the others work on their drills. “Ah, nevermind.” A small chuckle erupted from his lips, “What’s up? Is something the matter? Like, did your crush reject you or something?” You pouted at this and shot him an unamused glare, “He didn’t reject me – well, at least not directly.” “Not yet, you mean.” “Are you really going to be an ass to y

Notes: Kei and reader are around 20 here. Warnings: Profanities, Sexual implications The Morning After When you woke up that morning, you realized three extremely alarming facts. First was how it was too fucking early for you to even remotely function. Second was how you were most certainly not in the comfort of your home. Lastly, was how the object of your two-year long unrequited affection was sleeping soundly next to you, presumably naked too. Holy fuck. Needless to say, you could only imagine how much vodka you had to imbibe to get into this situation. In fact, the recollection of last night's happenings were ensconced beneath a puls

Author's Note: All of us, at this point of time, are already probably well aware that I own nothing but the text. The following events occurred after Haizaki's loss during winter cup. Hurricane In all honesty, you never understood people like Haizaki Shougo, a classmate of yours. The boy was like a fucking force of nature - he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and if someone was against him in any way (which is, as a matter of fact, almost always), they can just go fuck themselves. It was as though nothing mattered to him; that this bullshit we call life is just some game for him - A very shitty game, at that. In his case, though,

For three minutes, you wondered if the world decided that you weren’t fit enough for a good grade. For three minutes, you wondered what you had done to deserve such fate. For three minutes, whispers could be heard from either side of you – a discreet discussion (but not discreet enough, in your opinion) occurring as the teacher turns to look at the other side of the room. You had been already an hour deep in your Biology test, and the whispers started to become more frequent – questions piling one after the other. “What’s your 55?” a fleeting murmur came from your right, enough to be heard by the person

Slight NSFW? all he do is grab da boob and kiss, but here's a warning    You worked the heel of your palm into the muscles of his shoulder and back until the knot there began to loosen. Sousuke let out a pained groan as you worked that slowly dissolved into one of relief. He’d been complaining about his shoulder all day and probably irritated half of the station with his complaints. The pain reliever pills had done nothing, despite taking more than he should have and he let anyone within a 10 meter radius know. Repeatedly. And quite loudly when the pain got a bit too much. Thinking about it now, it was probably Rin who got the Captai

        You had barely walked into the house when you heard them arguing. It seemed like there couldn’t be a day when they didn’t, no matter how many times you begged them. Playing nice and being civil just wasn’t in their genes apparently. Tossing your keys into the designated bowl, you slipped out of your work shoes and into your slippers.      Coming into the living room, you found Kagami and Aomine sitting across from each other, gesticulating wildly as they hurled insults at each other. You had found, very early on in this relationship you were currently regretting, that if you interrupted them, it helped end the figh

            “I’m sorry, but you’re like a little sister to me, (Last Name)-san.”        The words wouldn’t leave your mind. Clutching the shiny, red box of chocolates, you closed your eyes. You were so stupid to believe that (B/N) would ever like you like that. Of course he didn’t want your stupid, homemade chocolates. Of course he didn’t care that you had spent hours trying to perfect the perfect ratio of chocolate and sweetness just for him. Of course he didn’t care about how you went out and bought the stupid, stupid molds for the chocolate hearts for today. Of course he didn’t care a