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Even when you came home to swept floors and sparkling furniture with all your books stacked neatly on the dustless shelf, your expression was still blank and unimpressed as you unbuttoned and threw your coat onto the sofa. The smell of well seasoned mackerel made its way to your nose, and you knew immediately he made large servings for both of you, and that's because he knows you eat nothing but a piece of gum when you're away at your part-time job at the retails. Your expression remained empty as you dumped your bag on the sofa, too. You kicked your shoes off and don't bother fixing their hazardous position on the floor. One reason was bec

Viridian City was the hometown that you hadn't returned to in years. Your memory was hazy, but as soon as you exited the forest and entered civilization and saw the familiar buildings, you had known at once that this was your home. You dropped by the academy to greet your former teachers and the new students, waving at them proudly and showing them the badges you had acquired through much work and hardships. You saw that they had constructed a new building; the Trainer House, the sign had read, and you made a note to go inside later. Before anything else, you wanted to drop by the gym. You remembered how years ago, this was an empty gym with

Oikawa just wouldn't stop doing whatever he pleased, and that always revolved around volleyball and you. He wouldn't stop training and practicing early and late, even if he twisted his ankle and wrists and broke all his bones. He was hardworking, that everyone acknowledged, but often they'd criticize him about it. But more importantly, he refused to stop sending you morning and night texts, since he didn't have the time to walk you to and back from school. He refused to stop eating lunch with you and making small conversations with you during free time. He refused to stop taking you out on dates whenever he could and paying for everything ev

It was strange, the way he acted around you. Even though he loved Shimizu a lot too, Nishinoya always openly expressed his feelings. When it came to you, though, it was the exact opposite. He'd stare at you, then pretend as if you were as common as air. If he saw you in the hallways, he'd pretend you were the least interesting thing in the world to him and stare at the quiet wall. At lunch, he'd find every excuse there was to sit near you, but he'd never try to make a sound. Why was it so difficult to speak to you? He was every bit of interested, but his mind and body would not obey his true desires. Was it because you were so beautiful tha

This was a date, right? That was the only thing you could think of as you took your seat next to Sugawara, who smiled and nibbled happily on his Oreos. No, no, he made plans with three people. The other two just couldn't come. But it was a bit strange that they both caught fevers. Well, there was nothing else to do but watch the show proceed. So you leaned back on your chair and tried to relax, watching as each person performed their talents on the stage. You were thankful to had gotten a seat at the very front; Suga must've been one of the very firsts to grab the tickets. For the tenth performance, a tall, lean teenager who looked about

Oikawa was Instagram famous, and that was a fact everyone knew well. What did he take pictures of? Himself. Himself in the morning (after carefully brushing his hair and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes), himself eating lunch, himself with a volleyball, and more and more of his face. That occupied about ninety-nine percent of his Instagram, the other one percent being a picture of Iwaizumi with a mustache on his face. You, on the other hand, hated selfies. Not that they were annoying, but you despised taking pictures of yourself. In your eyes, you were not the least bit of photogenic. Oikawa would constantly pester you to upload selfies, o

"Thanks for coming to the wedding, (Y/n)," your friend, Mai, thanked. "I'm so glad to see you after all these years!" You smiled. "We've been friends for three whole years, how could I not? Besides, your husband's pretty hot." "Hey, he's mine." You grinned. "Not getting any ideas, of course." She giggled. "I'll have to leave now, since it's almost starting. See you!" "All right!" You gave your farewell, then started in another direction. "Oof!" You nearly fell backwards at the soft impact, but a sudden hand grabbed your wrist and saved you from getting your dress dirty. "I'm so sorry!" said a gentle, familiar voice. "I wasn't looking&#

You always saw that boy at the same train, five out of seven days, in that exact same spot, at six thirty in the morning. He'd always either take a seat near the back, or he'd stand near that spot if there were no seats available. It was like how on the first day of school, the teacher would allow you to sit wherever you want, and the seat that you chose would automatically be claimed by you. And from then on, that would be your territory, a place where no one else was supposed to interfere. But he was different. If he was sitting down and he saw someone, regardless of age, struggling on the crowded train, he'd stand up and offer the seat to

Reason One Your stuttering doesn't sound stupid; in fact, it's adorable. "Excuse me?" you called, softly like you always do. "Tadashi-kun?" Said boy turned around with an expression of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe someone was acknowledging his existence on the planet. When he recognize the voice as yours, he got nervous. "Um, y-yeah?" Oh, there he went with that stupid stuttering again. You giggled, a sound he believed to be both charming and delightful to his ears. "You forgot your notebook in class." "Oh, thank you!" he exclaimed, nearly jumbling his words as you handed him his possession. "Um...s-sorry for making you come all

The stars had always fascinated you. You loved how a seemingly random assortment of white dots could form so many interesting shapes. Sometimes, you would close your eyes and envision yourself as one of them, and the thought made you happy. And then, when you enrolled into Karasuno, you had the chance to meet that boy. "Excuse me," you said. He whipped his head around, then down, as you were shorter than he was. His eyes stared questioningly at you, and then he seemed to have realized something and sighed. "Tsukki's a first year here, but he has no interest in dating." You blinked, frowned, and cocked your head in wonder. "Tsukki? What ar