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Jean Kirschstein stands half-hidden behind one of the large pillars that dominated the main entrance to the train station. Irritated commuters brushed by the two-toned brunette, mystified as to why he remained stagnant when everyone else flashed by. Could it be? The tentative male steps forward, craning his neck towards a cluster of benches located several yards from the second platform. There, a young woman and her two companions chat animatedly, suitcases in tow, not a care to be dwelled upon. His eyes rest on the tallest of the three. Her easy-going nature, elegant stature; even the hair color was the same, although the length was longe

I wonder if she would remember me She's twenty-six I'm turning eighteen I wonder if she's still so heavenly I gotta find her, I'll do anything “Ain’t no way she’s gonna remember you, bro.” Kuroo Tetsuro looks back at his silver haired companion and shrugs his shoulder. “It’s worth a shot. She’s single and I’m finally legal.” “Ha! You’re making the whole thing sound like an advertisement for web porn.” Kotaro Bokuto raises the pitch of his voice another octave, employing a husky undertone for special effect. “She’s twenty-six…he just turned eighteen.

Man, it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun Dilapidated ice cubes melt lazily in a slim glass, the cooling liquid it once contained long since drunk. Your well-manicured fingers encircle the hollow vessel and swirl the chilled ruins in a vain attempt to catch the attention of your more than useless waiter. Crossly, you recall his name. Levi, was it? Try ass wipe… The sable haired vision assigned to your cabana had been borderline rude when taking your order and absolutely snide when delivering it. What you had done to gain his displeasure was beyond your comprehension, however; it had been dire enough for him to put for

He knew it was for the best. Too many souls depended on you for survival. It would be cruel, nay viscous, to steal the livelihood of those poor, unfortunate mortals for something so selfish as love and the nonsensical concept of starting anew. Flexing his mechanical fingers, he prepares himself for the inevitable. “There is something I must tell you.” “Can’t it wait? Our bus is leaving in five minutes.” Genos stares at you with unblinking eyes. “I'm not going.” You give him an incredulous look. “Nonsense.” Several moments pass yet the resolute cyborg says nothing. Self-confidence shat

Listen He appeared out of nowhere, a smile in hand, and a nominal “care to dance” dripping from his lips. A slight nod indicates your willingness to join him; the ethereal stranger leading you to the center of the room by the small of your back, his strong hands sliding effortlessly into place. Orchestral notes befitting the tango float their way inward, its signature strain dictating the outward thrust of your entwined arms, the undulating movements of your languid strides. At the appropriate measure, your accomplished partner dips you generously, exposing your throat to his empirical gaze; uncontrolled imaginings of his index f

A/N: Part 2 of 2. Check the description for a link to Part 1. Listen I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home Osamu Dazai walks across the street from his apartment and ambles down the series of stairs leading to a basement bar he began frequenting shortly after your departure. As soon as he enters, he hears his name being called. “Dazai! Over here!” A lone hand belonging to a rather tipsy Kunikida waves furiously at him from across the room. Osamu raises his eyebrows in surprise. Normally, Doppo wouldn’t let himself be caught in such a state however, Dazai supposed that even the blonde virtuoso could

A/N: Part 1 of 2. Check the description for a link to Part 2. Listen It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all Sleep escapes the darkened orbs staring eyes wide open at the walls before them. It had been months since you left the Armed Detective Agency, its physical capacity too limited to keep your brilliant soul contained; at least, that’s how Osamu Dazai saw it. Traveling the world had always been your dream. Since your very first day at the Agency, a never ending stream of books espousing the excitement of distant lands were your constant companions, random brochures and shining ads crammed in-between their

If you respect me Don't protect me “__________. You can tell me. I can handle it.” Daichi Sawamura, your longtime boyfriend, sits in front of you with his hands splayed across his knees, his impeccable features creased in anxious anticipation. Out of painful necessity, the ex-volleyball captain had cornered you in the campus library all so he could question you about the condition of your ongoing relationship. For months it seemed like you had been occupying your own world, a lone planet following a pre-destined path completely out of Sawamura’s orbit, and the kind, softhearted male could bear it no more. Stop pretending,

A/N: Slight language ahead. Do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with such content. You have been warned! Listen “One more time from the top!” The bellowed command came from a tightly wound, ex-cheerleader whose searing blue orbs were busy ravaging the assembly of rag-tag dancers behind her. “We’re gonna be laughed off the stage at the Shinganshina Summer Slam if we don’t do this sequence right.” For the umpteenth time, Krista Lenz reaches over to restart the music, groans from the group accompanying the deep bass pulsing at the beginning of the song. “Maybe if you choreographed with actual huma

Akashi Seijuro wasn’t one to be crossed. Calculated and methodical, the impenetrable manipulator took every pain to ensure victory - whether it be basketball, shogi, or life in general - Akashi played to win, and this time was no different. For five weeks, the devious devil vanished from your life, leaving no sign of his reaction over the conclusion of your relationship. At first, you wondered what happened to him. Akashi had all but stopped coming to basketball practice and was not present at his usual haunts inside and outside of school. The suddenness of his absence made you weary due to the ease in which he seemed to be accepting y