Flirt like a Rainbow | Nijimura x ReaderMore Like This
Nijimura likes someone but refuses to admit it. Unfortunately (or was it fortunate?), Akashi is having none of it.Nijimura Shuuzo was a next door neighbor. Add to the fact that you're the same age as his, it was only natural you became friends and attended the same school.
Nijimura Shuuzo was a troublemaker and a polar opposite of your polite and model student image. For every fight he got involved on, you have a matching star from a teacher for a job well done. For every detention he had, you have extra class activities to attend. At the very least, the latter phenomenon ensured that he was still able to walk with you home.
Nijimura Shuuzo was never a 'close' friend at school. He was never in your class, as you were always in those top section from the batch. He was also never in your circle of friends in school. Despite this, he was friendly and you found yourself harboring a secret crush over the resident bad boy.
Then Teiko happened.
Nijimura Shuuzo was never the sporty type but he
Big Sister Complex | Murasakibara x Reader (2/2)More Like This
Murasakibara has always been on the possessive and selfish side on things. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), this also extends to family members. "... but Atsushi-kun, (name) is not even related to you. He's my sister." "I don't care Muro-chin. Stay away from Muro-neechin."Note: Conversations that are "italicized" are spoken in English. Otherwise, they are in Japanese. 'Thoughts' are still in the same format.
Part 1 here
It started really subtle.
Yosen's practice just finished and everyone was cheering each other for a job well done. Coach Araki didn't resort to her shinai as much as usual and looked even pleased with the progress. You sat with her, acting as some sort of manager to the team (although it really looked more like acting as a very supportive younger sister), handing out towels and drinks to the players.
It was barely
Big Sister Complex | Murasakibara x Reader (1/2)More Like This
Murasakibara has always been on the possessive and selfish side on things. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), this also extends to family members. "... but Atsushi-kun, (name) is not even related to you. He's my sister." "I don't care Muro-chin. Stay away from Muro-neechin."Author's note: Things on "xxx" are conversations; italicized things on '' are thoughts.
When Tatsuya invited you to come watch Yosen's practice, you took it as a message to prepare snacks for his team. After all, it's no secret that Tatsuya loved your cooking and he took it as a big brother pride when his teammates will admire you for it.
"Isn't there a convenience store near, though?"
"Ah, but I miss my little sister's cooking."
"...Tatsu-nii, I am always the one cooking in this household."
But it can't be helped, not when he's smiling at you like that and thanking you despite your weak protest. So there you are, standing by the entrance of the basketball court, your hands full in carrying a rather la
I Still Do | Haizaki x ReaderMore Like This
A/N: This is Teiko Version of Haizaki.
I love you. I still do.
“Of course it had to rain” you muttered as you stared through the windows from the classroom, only witnessing the rain pouring heavily. “What an idiot for not bringing an umbrella.”
“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me for a while” a calm voice says beside you with a sigh. You turned your head to find the ash haired boy facing the window next to you with an expressionless demeanour.
You didn’t smile, both of you didn’t.
Just after school, you had been asked to stay in and clean the classroom with none other than the schools’ infamous delinquent, Haizaki Shougo.
Otherwise known as your ex-boyfriend.
Yeah, everyone questioned about it, even you did. How did you ever manage to fall in love with a bad boy like him? Or how did he ever manage to fall in love with a timid girl like you?
Who knows, but there is only one question that everyone is dreadi
Cheater!Aomine xReader (Aftermath)More Like This
You leaned against the doorway and stared. Just stared. There were clothes littering the floor and at least half of it didn't belong to you or Aomine.
You could hear the rapid creaking of the bed suddenly stop as a feminine scream pierced your ears.
A tightness wound itself in your chest and you silently walked forward until you stood just outside the door.
"What about your fiancé baby?" A high lusty giggle panted out.
"What about her? She's convenient that's all. Always riding my ass, boring and way too shy to top it off."
Your heart clenched and tears welled in your eyes.
"Then why marry her?"
"I just told you. Convenience. She's dedicated to me so why not. She travels way too much to notice anyway." He grunted.
You felt your blood run hot and with adrenaline coursing through your system, you kicked the door in, knocking it off the first hinge entirely.
Aomine and his bitch sat up in shock to see your quivering form.
"Do not...ever...call me (NAME) again. You traitoro
Train | Aone Takanobu x readerMore Like This
If you got to the train station 30 seconds later, you would have missed the train. Thank God for small mercies, now to find a seat. You can see an empty seat ahead and just as you are about to reach it the train moves.
You flail your arms and for a second you actually think you managed to stop your fall. Instead you fall into someone's lap. You flip on your back to see your pseudo rescuer and he is
understandinglyglaring at you, it is not like it was your fault though. You lean on his shoulder to stand, when you do he raises his hands as if to catch you in case you fall again. You glance at him and give him a small, awkwardsmile as you fix your clothes before sitting down next to him.
Let's focus on not blushing and saying something nonchalant, like thank you. Thank you is good, right? Or is it too stiff? What do you say in situations like this? All I know for certain is I shouldn't mention his thigh muscles or lap. Fuck, he is s
Adieu | Tsukishima KeiMore Like This
Tsukishima Kei was never good with people; he hated nothing more than to have to be around a bothersome slovenly bunch of idiots that breathed in his air and decussated into his personal space. He distanced himself from the masses, and brought his guard up to fend of whoever tried to get close to him. He hated it when people were persistent in trying to befriend him- he just wasn’t interested; it was as simple as that.
The young man was also someone who loathed expressing his feelings as he preferred to keep them hidden inside; contained by the innermost walls of the intricate labyrinth that was his heart. These emotions were kept shackled by resilient locks of taciturnity with a varnish of atrocious insults.
People naturally avoided him when they discovered just how vicious his comments were as they masticated at the most sensitive matter a person could discuss at every given opportunity. His supercilious mannerisms were enough to drive people away and the