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The blue haired boy climbed the stairs to his all-time favourite nap spot in the whole school ground. He daydreamed of the moment that he would take in his hands his treasured gravure model magazines, which he had secured near his nap spot, and doze off in infinite bliss. His plans were inadvertedly ruined, however, when he noticed the presence of someone else in his favourite nap spot. A girl was lying on the rooftop, completely oblivious not only to the drama that was playing in his mind, but also to him being there. “Oi, what do you think you’re doing there?” The girl opened her eyes and looked at him; he recognised on

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

Deep, earth-splitting rumbling disturbed her sleep. She woke up with a jerk, frightened out of her mind. Earthquake! Still in that state balancing between sleeping and awake, she prepared mentally to wake Taiga up and run for dear life. As she extended her arm to get hold of his shoulder, she realised that the house wasn’t shaking. Yet that horrible noise continued. She turned around, and, still not quite awake, she observed the figure of the man sleeping next to her; red-black locks pointing to all directions, his gorgeous facial characteristics looking so serene while asleep. She was admiring his manly angles, thinking how lucky she

Hades was sitting on his icy throne, lost in thought, his daydreams accompanied by the constant murmuring of the souls that lingered in the Valley of the Dead. He was used to this never changing set of circumstances; he had spent millennia in the company of the residents of the Underworld. He didn’t get many entertainment choices, restrained as he was within the borders of the Netherworld, sole responsible for the protection of the deceased. He didn’t get many visitors either, save for the occasional interesting soul that wandered in his Kingdom, breaking temporarily his eternal boredom. Even those souls, however, would soon get d

All the girls he knew were crazy about him. All of them would do anything he asked. Anywhere he went, all of them would follow. All of them, apart from her. They had known each other for a long time but they had never been really close. His egocentric attitude got on her nerves. Her cold demeanor put him on edge. Their characters clashed. Yet, he wanted her to like him. He wanted her to fall for him. He just couldn’t stand the fact that she was completely ignoring him. No one ignored him. He had tried many times to draw her attention, but to no avail. Showing off to her simply did not work. All he earned was a fed-up glare or, in the

“Nii-chan! Give me back my toy box!” “Piss off, pest!” “GRIMMJOW! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!” their mother’s voice echoed from the kitchen. The blue-haired boy ignored both females as he emptied his sister’s toy box on the back porch. “Nii-chan! Nii-chan!” “Didn’t I tell you to go away?!” “What are you doing with my box?” “Nothing. Go away!” “Noooooo! I want to play with you!” “Annoying!” he tsked. “Fine. As long as you stay out of my way.” “Yay! What are we playing?” “I’m making an

WARNING Contains some inappropriate language Her phone bleeps and [Name] lazily picks it up and stares at the screen. A notification from OKC Dating informs her that Yuuji has sent you a message! Raising an eyebrow, she opens the app. A cute guy sporting a ridiculously cocky grin stares back at her from the screen, just above his text: hi there gorgeous! how are you? She sighs disappointed at the boring line; no one’s creative on the online dating scene anymore. Yet, she still kinda wants to text him back – he’s seriously cute. Opting for the middle choice, she opens his profile. 76% match. Not too amazing, but not too b

“When you are as rich as I am, it is easy to live an adventurous life. Just the other day, I got my personal jet and popped by Peru to climb Machu Picchu.” [Name] stared incredulously at the redhead sitting by her side; he was relaxing against the plump couch, legs crossed casually at the knee and arrogant smirk etched on his face. Surely he was gorgeous, but she couldn’t help rolling her eyes at how much of a freaking dork he also was. Hopeless, she thought and looked away. His words were orchestrated by an array of sighs from the flock of ladies standing around the table. A pair of crimson eyes scanned the crowd, bathing

“She has taken her orders”, Kurokiba says enigmatically. Akira’s sole response is a half-smile as he leads the way inside. [Name] stares baffled at the backs of the two men as they enter the house. Not knowing what to do, she does as her orders said: she follows Ryou. An extremely delicious smell wafts in the air, caressing gently her nostrils. She lets her eyes flutter closed and allows the almost sensual fragrance to travel through her body. Her heart races with desire. She wants –needs- whatever that is that smells so divinely. Acknowledging her instinctive impulse, she blinks, trying to erase her primitive urges.

How much more to lose for my heart to be forgiven How much pain before I can see you again Shiro walked through the streets aimlessly, his mind lost in thoughts of her. One more time, oh seasons, please don’t change One more time, the time when we fooled around The way her eyes would sparkle with mischief as she passed next to him, her fingers brushing softly against his. Whenever we disagreed, I was always the first to give in The little smile she’d flash him secretly when no one else was looking. Your selfish ways made me love you even more The swing of her hair as she’d rush off to a life he’d never be part

Purple Like the touch of fantasy when he passes his fingertips over your naked skin. Like the sound of dreams when he fills you with extravagant promises. Like the taste of mystery in his smirk. Like the colour of surrender when you lie on his bed. Drawing ephemeral unions out of eyes of golden warmth. Amethyst imagination hiding behind golden authority. Illusion

Another day at U.A. and Kirishima Eijirou –or Red Riot as he’s commonly known- walked down the aisle of the crowded school, moving away from class 1-A, followed by a wave of students. It had been years since he had graduated and he was finally back as a teacher in the same class where he had started his career as a hero – a pro hero. He really liked his job; it was full of thrills and unexpected developments. Not to mention that he got to teach the meaning of manliness to all the little hero hatchlings. It was a good life. And it had become even better –albeit a bit confusing- when she had arrived. [Name] Quirk: Abso

“Asahi-saaaaaan!” Nishinoya’s voice echoed through the school’s ground as he barreled into the third years, followed suit by Tanaka. “Oi! Keep it down!” Daichi hissed, a train of dreaded incidents starring the hearty libero and a certain principal running through his mind. Both second years grinned at the captain, falling into step beside the older boys. The group arrived at the gym, only to register an unfamiliar figure leaning against the wall of the building, scanning creepily the passersby. Nishinoya raised his gaze to meet the girl’s eyes and the stare of cold steel that he received in return s

"Why did you do this to me?" "I didn't mean to hurt you!" "Why did you wish me killed?" "I didn't! I swear I didn't!" She fell on her knees in front of him and buried her face in her hands, her simple yukata dirtied and torn, her beautiful skin soiled with the manifestation of corruption, little revolting phantasmal eyes peeking through every hole in her once elegant garment. He was repulsed by the state she was in. Yet, his love for her burned hot in his chest. "Why? Why?" tears like liquid crystals gathered in the corners of her eyes. The once sparkling familiar orbs now looked dull and estranged, as she fixed her gaze on him. "I neve

“You know, Shouichi is still working on that teleportation device.” “Really? Even after all that happened?” “Well, he might have the memories of building it, but he has never actually researched it. It was his future self who did it and he’d be the same age as he is now, which makes it rather confusing. Not to mention that he now has access to all of Byakuran’s experience.” “He’s working with Byakuran on that?” “Well, yeah. Byakuran didn’t want all that knowledge to go to waste, as he can’t use it anymore, and decided to make use of it through ShouichiR

"I'm telling you man, that woman is crazy to the extreme! She stares at you with those cold eyes and you are sure that she's gonna kill you, just for crossing her path!" "She sounds like Hibari!" The raven-haired man laughed at the over-the-head description. "Actually, she kinda looks like him too. At least like his ten-years-ago self", Ryouhei's eyebrows knitted together emphatically. "Does she go around wearing a Discipline Committee coat and tonfas?" "No, stupid! She has dark hair and steel-cold eyes, but she's tinier than what Hibari used to be ten years ago. She omits the same murderous aura though..." "Sounds fun!" Takeshi burst ou