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January The coffee shop was bustling, people on their way to work in the wee hours of the morning, teenagers on their way to school. Bundled up in coats and scarves, a cup of coffee was sufficient for fending off the bitter cold of this year's winter. You were no different than the rest of them, neither were the smaller forms sitting across from you. It was something of a ritual. After their father died, you wanted them to have something to look forward to, something that might help ease them, and you, through this painful chapter. By setting time aside to schedule coffee (or orange juice in their case) and scones every Monday before scho

Katsuki Bakugou - He’s usually not the type to openly show his relationship to others but this time was an exception. You had fallen asleep on his chest while the two of you were laying on the couch in the dorms. He hadn’t thought anything of it at first, just pulling out his phone and playing some games till you woke up. Until his friends came bounding into the common room. - “Wow way to go Bakugou! Look at you all cuddled up with (y/n).” Denki smirked, plopping down on the adjacent couch. Katsuki scoffed and glared at Denki before turning his attention to the rest of the trio, Sero and Mina. “Got any other re

Koutarou Bokuto was in a great mood. He had finally graduated high school and would be going to a college with an excellent volleyball team so that he could continue to play. On top of that, he got to spend tonight with all of his best friends at an awesome party full of free food, volleyball chatter, and loads of cute girls telling him how amazing it was to watch him play at the Spring Nationals. The only thing that could make this night better would be if he could convince you to dance with him. He had focused so hard on ball throughout high school that he'd never worked out how to actually date someone at the same time. Being outgoing and

     You hated everything. You hated how she defended him over her own daughter. You hated how they got special treatment. You hated how he decided you were too much for him to handle anymore, so you were shipped off. You hated how he disliked you because you looked like your father. You hated that your father would leave you all alone with a woman who didn’t care for her own child.     The only thing you didn’t hate was your team, but even they could get on your nerves. You took solace in the fact that when it all became too much, you could vent to Otohime, your betta fish.     “You’re always a good listener…

10 messages and 7 missed calls, she still wouldn't answer her phone. Fear gnawed his mind but he won't show it in front of his colleagues. No matter how many times he tried to contact the [colour]-haired female, he would either be answered with an answering machine--at least it still had her recorded voice--or wait almost another thirty minutes to send another message. Normally, she would text back and apologize if she replied late--but not this late! One wouldn't suspect Aone as this huge of a worry wart, but as [Name] stated, he's a gentle giant, like a huge teddy bear you won at hoops or something. He's just wasn't that social with peopl

The morning sun filled the sky with an array of warm and comforting colors. You sat on the park bench enjoying the beautiful sight. But you weren't the only one enjoying the sunrise. You saw a few early birds doing their morning runs and few old women doing charring amongst themselves. You envied those who could get up in the morning and actually do some physical training. All you did was roll out of bed and walk across the street from your house to the park. All of that to do something mundane like watching the sunrise. Though it was mundane, it was one of your favorite things to do. "If you keep staring at the sun you'll go blind," a low, b

If he is a wall, I am a creeper that grows with his support. The inter high preliminaries; Datekougyou had just lost to Karasuno and I was watching as my boyfriend stepped off the court. From what I gathered, the captain of the team, Moniwa-san, was explaining to the others that the third years wouldn't be playing in the next tournament. Aone was anything but depressed. He seemed a bit...perturbed. Confused at his captain’s words, I'm sure he was wondering if our school really could win the upcoming tournament without the help of the reliable third years. He looked around the stands, his eyes quickly scanning the area. Not finding wha