For Karma's birthday (although it's late by around an hour)! Happy birthday, you Akashi Seijurou's brother! There's more 3-E friendship in this story than Karma's romance, but still, this is for your birthday! I don't own the picture as always, I found it on zerochan.
Warning: slightly mature theme. Just slightly. And maybe a little OOC.
'Coldest and Most Targeted' was your title throughout all Kunugigaoka Junior High School. You were, indeed, the coldest student in school. You never talk much and you had a terrifying glare for people who bothered you. Your eyes were cold and you rarely smiled. But almost all male students were held captive by your looks; your flowing (h/c) hair, your mesmerizing (e/c) eyes… Even though people said that your gaze was as cold as ice, they also said that you had the shiniest (e/c) orbs. Long eyelashes, hooded eyes, cool expression, how could they not take a glance every so often? It was impossible.
You sighed a bit, chewing on your thumb as you blankly stared at the computer screen in front of you. Your baggy, long-sleeved, (f/c) shirt hung on your (s/c) frame, your (e/c) eyes sporting dark circles under them. Your hair was only a bit messy, considering you hadn’t slept to mess it up. You tore your attention from the security footage to look at the man beside you. L was sitting in his usual strange position, looking a lot like you did. Dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, baggy clothes. You two could pass as twins. Well, if it weren’t for his dark, emotionless eyes, you could pass as twins. You ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair, sighing again. You reached for your glass of tea next to the computer monitor. Your sleeve
Warning: some sloppy Japanese words
"Hey, Newt! Do me a favor and tell (y/n) we need her!" said Jeff loudly.
Newt rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. "Okay!"
Jogging slightly, Newt looked around the Glade, trying to find the (h/c) haired girl. 'At times like this she should be with Frypan…' So Newt jogged to the kitchen, and true to his thought, (y/n) was looking through the spices Frypan had.
"Hi, (y/n)!" Newt greeted as he nodded to Frypan.
(Y/n) turned around and smiled at Newt. "Newt!" She exclaimed happily.
"Uh, how do I put this…" Newt mumbled.
(Y/n) tilted her head slightly. "Newt?"
"You-" He pointed at her, "-are needed-" he waved his hand up and down, and then tapped his own chest with one hand as another one waved like denying, "at the Med-Jacks." He held his head like he was in pain. 'Uh, that was good enough, right?'
Her eyes scanned the paper before her, looking over the smooth ink lines the pen in her hand had gladly spat out for her. The ends of the letters swirled together like grape vines, showing her inner most fondness for the one to lay their eyes upon said swirls. Her brows knitted together as she tapped the feather of the pen on her rosy cheek- not noticing how the wind traced its fingers through her (h/l) (h/c) tresses. The birds chirped around her, looking over the womans' shoulder to see what caused her to go into such a serious trance.
It was nothing more than a simple piece of paper, well, to them at least, but there was nothing more important than this for the girl. She tore her eyes away from it to look at the crumpled up balls of paper scattered around the table. The papers laughed at her, mocking the poor braveless girl for having an omit attitude, growing louder with every toss of plump papers
- Reading someone's mind? - You asked in his mind. He shook his head a little, surprised by you and he smirked a bit.
- Says the one who just did the same. - He answered, as you took a bite of a strawberry from your desert. - You are acting different lately, love.
- Love? Did I just got an promotion? I'm flattered, Charlie. - You said looking at him with a mischievous smile on forming on your lips. - What does it mean, 'you're acting different'? Be specific, darling. -
You and your friends finally go to go to a meet and greet to see Big Bang, they were really getting popular in the U.S so you both got the tickets as soon as you heard about it.
you both drove into the city and now it was finally time. you both step into the line, there were a lot more people than you thought. According to some of the people who worked there, they hadnt started yet so these lines were actually for tee shirts or posters and stuff.
You ad your friend, now feeling a little embarrassed, head out of one of the lines you were in when you bumped into someone. you see a flash of yellow fly by your eyes and instinctively you reached out to help whoever you just bumped into.
"Im Sorry!" you spurt out, but by the time you could finish your phrase the person is gone. Confused you look
SPOILER FOR SCORCH TRIALS AND DEATH CURE
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
In which Newt made it alive to the Paradise after somehow surviving the Flare, but a little later than the others.
I turned my head around to see a certain British guy smiling at me. However, I didn't return that smile. "Hey." I replied shortly as I turned my gaze away.
The smile on his face was gone when he realized my mood wasn't really good. He said nothing, but he sat beside me on the green grass, watching the green meadow over the small river in front of us. It was truly a Paradise in this scorched world. To think that there was such a heavenly place left.
"So, we made it alive." He stated.
I only hummed.
He looked at me. "You told me before, you know. At the Glade-" I cringed when he mentioned the Glade. It brought up bad memories, but also… Rather fond memories as well. "You told me that once you've gotten out from there and find a nice place
Warning for language
You stare at the television mesmerized by the kiss shared between Spider-Man and Mary-Jane. Rain tumbles down their faces as they share the most loving, affectionate kiss you have ever seen. The scene makes you subconsciously melt into your boyfriend’s chest.
Levi looks down at you and sees a lopsided grin plastered on your face. He uses the arm he has wrapped around your shoulders to shake you, attempting to gain your attention. You respond with a small hum, but never taking your eyes off the T.V.
“What’s with you? You look like an idiot.”
Your big (e/c) eyes make contact with his narrowed grey ones. Your grin still hasn't left your face. “It’s just…” You stare at the TV and let out a dreamy sigh. “It’s just so romantic.”