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“Seriously, [Name]?” Akaashi Keiji stared down at his girlfriend, hands firmly pressed on his hips. “Seriously?” “Wha-what?” she looked at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a passing truck. “I spent all afternoon cleaning the freaking kitchen only for you to make this mess again!” he huffed annoyed. “I didn’t make a mess!” she answered defensively. “I just made omelets for you!” “This is what you call an omelet?! This is the remains of an immolated mass of unfertilized chicken offspring!” “Which basically equals to an omelet…

Kuroo ran down the stairs in a frenzy. Everything danced left and right, and awakening every survival instinct he possessed, propelled him forward. His fingers clenched tightly the fluffy textile wrapped around his groin as his bare feet made contact with the rough surface of the street. He cast about, taking in the view of the old ladies on the street holding each other. [Name] came running through the entrance of the building, her cotton night robe barely covering her naked body. Slippers flopping on the street she ran towards him, completely disheveled. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her attire, despite their dire predicam

Silence wrapped around them like a magical veil. He placed a finger against her lips to prevent her from speaking – to prevent her from breaking the spell. She stared at him confused; eyes large and shiny, innocent like a doe’s. His heart fluttered at her view. He traced the outline of her lips with his finger, burning in his memory every little curve, every little shape. In the silence, he felt all powerful. He could do it. He would do it. Slowly, soundlessly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. A quiet gasp vibrated against his mouth and she froze for a single moment. Scared that he had ruined everything, he pul

Asahi tiptoed to the bedroom, where [Name] was sleeping buried in a pile of pillows, comforters, and duvets. He sat softly on the bed, a loving smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t help but brush a lock of hair away from her face, seeing how she was sleeping so soundly, hugging his pillow to her chest. Feeling the soft caress against her skin, [Name] stirred, sleepy gaze fixing on the tall man next to her. “Asa…hi…” “Ahh, ughhh, sorry I woke you up!” he apologised frantically. “Asahi… it hurts…!” “What? Where?” he asked, pulling away afraid he

Oikawa paced up and down the room. [Name] had still not come back home and it was way past midnight. He huffed annoyed, wishing she’d finally walk through the damned door and jump in the bed to cuddle with him. Not that he’d ever admit that he was all cuddly-cuddly and stuff. Granted, he pretended to be clingy and cute and all that, but he’d never ever admit that this wasn’t only a front, a façade. He’d rather die than lose that connection he had with the most important people in his life by being a nuisance. All the important people in his life were dead serious; like Iwaizumi. Even Tobio-chan was serious

She opened the door of the bedroom as silently as possible and tiptoed her way to the bed, too cautious of the floor’s habit to creak at the most inconvenient times. She climbed carefully on the bed, her gaze never leaving the form of the man that slept peacefully in the very middle of the mattress. Muscular shoulders peeked under the freshly washed linens and spiky locks pressed against fluffy pillows. He had assumed his favourite sleeping position, toned arms wrapped around the pillows, taking up pretty much the whole bed. An involuntary smile crawled to her lips as she lay in the tiny space available right by his side. Her fingerti

It was true that Kageyama wasn't necessarily smart when it came to education. It was also true that [Name] was silently suffering from trying to tutor Kageyama. It has been only 10 minutes since the tutoring started and the boy - Kageyama - just couldn't keep his thoughts still. The young lad was so easily distracted, and [Name] was trying her best not to yell out "You fucking turd, listen to me!". It was a good thing that [Name] was able to control her emotions. "Okay," [Name] began. "let's just try another subject! Oh, I know. How about foreign studies? That's easy, right? We left off about the United States of America, didn't we? Now, do

The delicious smell of freshly brewed, hot coffee tickled her nostrils and she lazily opened her eyes in search of its source. A massive cup full to the rim with liquid energy hovered right in front of her face, filling her vision. She wrapped her fingers through the handle and relished in the comforting warmth against her palms. The tiniest of smiles crawled to her lips and she looked up to meet the gaze of her benefactor. Tobio was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intensely at her as she brought the cup to her lips. The view of her smile widening into an utterly satisfied grin at the taste of his hand-brewed coffee seemed to work; h

There it was. He groaned frustrated at the view of the lovely smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. She looked so innocent, so delicious; he wanted to taste all of her. He was aware of the fact that she was talking, but he didn’t seem able to actually listen to what she was saying. All he could concentrate on was the movement of her lips; the way her tongue passed over the silky pink skin; the musical lilt of her voice. He wanted to pass the tip of his tongue over the tiny corner of her lips; trail the edge of her mouth; suck softly on the glossy curve of her lower lip. He was desperate to meet her gaze as he’d bury hi

季節が死ぬとき、私の心は変更されません 「  although the seasons die, my heart will not change 」 He told you to not be afraid, but instead, he should have been the one who was afraid of you. Why wasn't he afraid? Why was he getting closer? Why was he holding his hand out toward you with a gentle, reassuring smile? This kindness was a foreign concept to you, and this blonde university student, in a track jacket and green shorts, seemed to radiate with it. "Are you alright, [Name]?" he asked. You sniffled your nose and