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“Oi, that’s the new flower shop that opened last week, isn’t it?” Upon hearing Shirazu’s voice, Haise blinked and turned his head to face the same direction of the male. His brown eyes caught sight of the small building a little ways away from them, painted a pretty light purple and creamy white. Rows of pots with colorful plants lined the windowsills, glowing radiantly as the afternoon sun bathed them in light. “Oh, that’s right.” Haise replied, glancing down again at the book in his hand as they neared the shop, “Why? Have you been waiting for it to open?” “Tch! As if!R

Silence. [M/N] stood there, waiting for some kind of word from the other boy. But there was nothing.  Had Ayato left without saying goodbye? The door to Anteiku clicked and [M/N] felt someones presence at the other side of the door, staring at him. He caught the feminine scent of Kaneki, the one-eyed ghoul that apparently started staying here just a few months before him. “[M-M/N]?” Kaneki’s worried voice piped up as he hurried over to him, “Is something wrong?” [M/N] didn’t reply at first, turning to the slightly taller male and giving him a small smile, “No, but I want you to meet my friend.&#

“Do you like how this one looks, Ayato-kun?” Ayato’s icy eyes flickered towards the [H/C] male, an eyebrow raising at the sight. [M/N]’s facing him with a mask raised in front of his face. It’s a smooth light pink one that’s the shape of a cat’s head, with tiny heart designs freckling the ears. Ayato’s first thought was: ‘it kind of looks cute on him’. ….   …… What? Ayato felt like punching himself mentally and he turned his head slightly, tearing his eyes off of the boy. What was he thinking? [M/N] looks absolutely ridiculous. “It would suit you, if

warning: violent and “colorful” language Blow after blow. The pain just came coming. Ayato was baffled. There’s no way he was actually losing this fight, was there? Four doves surrounded him, intimidating figures of quinques grasped in their pale, shaking hands. Ayato couldn’t see them through the blood in his eyes. Ayato had been wandering around the ward for a catch of fresh air when he was ambushed by the three CCG investigators. They didn’t give him a chance to notice their presence before he felt one of their quinques pierce him through the chest. The torture started there. It was as if they were purpose

Part 1  || Part 2 ------------------- (Hey Shuzo, how are you? Me, I'm not fine... I'm not yet over you, you see... Are you over me?) You never had any dreams since then... only nightmares. About him, them and you. But mostly of him. Shuzo, how hopeless am I for you? You drowned yourself more than you should with university works. You were fine during the days. You had your real friends (those who wouldn't just sleep with your boyfriend and get theirselves impregnated), and school to keep you busy. The worst part however, was when the day ends, when the sun had set and darkness reigns. Every night, you would look up at the darkened

Of pregnancy and cravings *-*-*-*-* A/N: Hiya guys! Again me with the second story of these series! Again, fluff, obviously because I'm not capable of writing anything else, but this time our victim is Ryōta, just because I am a tiny bit extremely obsessed with him. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think ^-^! *-*-*-*-* You strolled down the path of the crowded park, your right hand safely held by a warm, big and comforting hand. All you wanted to do was take a walk and breath some fresh air, maybe eat an ice-cream (or two), and enjoy a good time outside. The day was sunny and lively, and so you had asked your husba

Of pregnancy and cravings *-*-*-*-* A/N: Hello everybody! Here's yet another story for my series :D! This is actually a late b-day gift for my waifu; ~Tiacchi (https://www.deviantart.com/tiacchi), I hope you like it baby! I'm sorry I suck at endings T_T Also, this is the first time I write for Kasamatsu, so if senpai-san is a bit ooc, please, forgive me! *-*-*-*-* An impatient sigh escaped Yukio Kasamatsu’s lips as he looked out the window of his office. It was not that he didn’t like his job or anything of the sort, but he did want to return home as soon as possible. A blush colored his cheeks when he thought about it; home. Even if he denied to death

Of pregnancy and cravings *-*-*-*-* A/N: So, this is the first drabble on the new series I'm starting called 'Of pregnancy and cravings'. And well, Mido-chin seemed like the perfect victim, so here you are. Fluffy drabble that hopefully you'll enjoy :3! Warning: A little cursing because... well, Carrot-kun. *-*-*-*-* Midorima Shintarō let out an exasperated sigh as he heard muffling sounds coming from the closet. His head felt heavy with sleep and he felt beyond tired – he really loved being a doctor, but the downside of it was that he always ended exhausted. He had come home a couple of hours ago – blame the stupid long

“Whenever Richard Cory went down town, we people on the pavement looked at him; He was a gentleman from sole to crown, clean favored, and imperially slim.” — E.A. Robinson, from the poem “RIchard Cory”Genre: Tragedy Warning: Depression, death (suicide) Written in 3rd person view and in Liu’s perspective because of plot reasons. “Hello. This is Liu. How are you today?” Being an exchange student is no joke, especially when there is a language barrier. Wei tried not looking too lost as he wonder around his new campus, a map in hand with characters that look Chinese but do not make any sense to hi

Fukui was not the most romantic man, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of love. Because he does love her; truly, deeply, and unconditionally. And maybe this is a good thing, being not romantic, especially when he falls for someone unconventional. Note: Contains mild language; blame Fukui’s word bank. Written in his perspective because of plot reasons. Fukui wasn’t really sure how he got into this situation. He vaguely remembered his captain Okamura complaining to their kouhai, Himuro, about not having a girlfriend. He vaguely remembered Wei replying ‘it is because thou have a scary face and ugly chin’