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 No way was Hinata Shouyou a pervert, but he always found himself bleeding when he saw [Name]. Specifically bleeding through the nose. It was still a mystery, even to Tsukishima who was a know-it-all smart ass. But, maybe it was because it was hot in the gym? Or maybe was it because he liked her, in a sexual kind of way? No way. He was way too innocent. But then again, as a teenage boy, he thought she was sexy. Beautiful. Flawless. Wonderful. All of these words ran in and out of his teenage mind when he saw her walk through the gymnasium doors with Kiyoko, their dear manager. There was a time when [Name] hugged him from behind and the bloo

You were probably the only one who fully understood him. His love. His passion. His motivation. All of those feelings, just for the water. The water was a part of his life. It was a part of your relationship. Haruka, you and the water. That's how it always was. That's how it would always be. When he saw the water, his eyes gleamed. But when he saw you, his heart raced. Like him, you loved the water as well. Not particularly swimming in it, but just the water in general. It was beautiful, crisp and clear. It reminded you of him. How it simply resembled his blank blue eyes. Whenever you looked into them, you could feel yourself falling deeper

“Y/N-chan, on a scale of ten to ten, how great do I look right now?” “Zero.” You replied, not even bothering to look up at your twin, whose confident grin had faltered. “Y/N-chan! Don’t be mean! I’ll put Pyunsuuke in your bed again!” “Do that and I’ll squish him.” You smirked at Momo, putting your phone down on the desk next to you. “Why do you need to look good anyway?” “He’s going to see Kou-kun.” Ai smiled as he walked out of the bathroom. “Hello Y/N-chan, how are you?” “I’m very well, thank you Ai-senpai. How is you

“Alright, let's try to have a nice, clean, game of truth or dare this time guys” Armin speaks out between us. You look at Jean and he gives you a smirk in return. “Oh I've got something, nice and clean (y/n) would like to get her hands on” Jean speaks out, not leaving your sight. You stare at him with no emotion. “The fuck, JEAN?!” you finally yell out. “OH trust me (y/n), this game is going to be UNFORGETTABLE, cause I've got something perfect in store for you” You freeze in shock for a second. Shit... Jean is known for making up dares that usually end in me getting stuck with horrible chor

Levi woke up, dragged to consciousness, reality hitting him like a bucket of water to the face. The clammy terror of the dream followed him though, images running amok through his head. The titans, the death. The pain of loss. Instinctively his hands reached out, finding the space you normally slept cold and empty. For a terrible moment, more awful than the dream itself, he thought it's events had come to pass, and that you were no more. But he was becoming lucid quickly. You were alive, sleeping in your own bed tonight. Because of that stupid argument. He screwed his eyes tight shut, and groaned, fingers digging into his pillow. He had to

The winter chill had slivered into your dorm; lacing its icy tendrils throughout the air, skulking under the thin blanket you shivered under. Wrapping yourself into a tighter ball, you desperately tried to muster some heat- rubbing your feet, which felt positively glacial, with the doomed intent of warming them with the friction. It didn’t work. Shoving your hands under your armpits, you scowled, regretting your earlier act of kindness. Christa had been freezing, even with all her blankets earlier in the night. You’d listened to her teeth chatter for hours, till you could bear it no longer. You slipped out of bed, grabbed one of