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[Genos x Reader] "Genos?" The voice garnered Genos' attention; he turned around to find a young girl a few feet away, one arm slightly outstretched towards him as if she was afraid to continue any further. Her eyes, misty with tears, examined him as her lips formed a small, close-lip smile. "So it is you...." She muttered. Genos' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then suddenly - memories hitting him like a strong wave - he remembered her; remembered the days spent with her both at and away from school. They were good friends, possibly on the brink of some sort of relationship, until she moved to another city just weeks before the deranged c

[Genos x Reader] “What kind of music do you listen to, Genos?” Genos was startled by the question. Over the past four years, he hadn’t put much thought into anything else except training. Thinking back on when he was still human, he tried to remember what he listened to on the long train rides back home from school. “Um, well, I really can’t remember right now...” Genos mumbled with a hand now placed under his chin. His eyes darted around the room as he continued to delve into his own memories. “Sorry, it’s been so long since I last listened to music on my own accord.” “That̵

Listen: Now Or Never - Kendrick Lamar ft. Mary J. Blige "Congratulations, Class of 2014!" Caps flew, tears were shed, cheers were heard. Mikoshiba walked around hugging and taking pictures with his friends whilst confetti fell from above. When he met up with some of his teammates, he felt a lump form in his throat  - a feeling he never imagined having today. He had to keep his cool though - he was captain of the swim team after all. Well, now, former captain. Mikoshiba cleared his throat and said, "I really am going to miss you guys." "Oh, dude," Sosuke scoffed. "Don't tell me you're going to cry." Mikoshiba punched him in the arm. "Shut

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it through Crawling back to you... This was Miyuki's usual agenda after baseball practice: he'd go home, shower, stretch for a few minutes, and then dress himself up for a walk around the city. It was a habit that filled the hole in his heart momentarily; it brought back memories of just yesterday when he'd stroll down this same road, hand in hand with....who? He sighed - he honestly didn't know anymore. Even though it felt like yesterday, it's really been years, and since then Miyuki has dropped out of c

It was dark, quiet - everything he hated and more. Okay, Kuramochi knew he had to man up, especially in situations like these, but God it was hard. He just didn't like the fact that he wasn't in control, and that at any moment one could pop out and attack. His keen reflexes and athleticism has kept him - and you - alive all this time, however he couldn't not have doubt in his abilities. There were people a lot stronger than him - Tetsuya, Jun, Miyuki - and still they didn't survive. "You okay, Mochi?" Kuramochi rolled his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, don't call me that." "I think it's cute." Again, Kuramochi's eyes rolled, how

major manga spoilers!! read at your own risk It was awfully quiet on the bus, save for those trying to stifle their sobs. Miyuki kept his eyes on his lap; he was afraid if he looked up and saw one of his teammates crying he'd give in and do the same. He was hoping someone - like Sawamura or even Jun or Tetsuya - would stand up and knock some reassurance into the team, but at the same time, he knew no one had the nerve to. The atmosphere in the bus was too melancholic, and if someone were to yell it'd probably irritate a majority of the team. Miyuki leaned his head against the windowpane and watched as towns and cars and scenery flew by. Jus

The band room was his haven. There, he could find peace when pressure bore down on his mental vigor. His parents wanted so much from him, which in turn made him want so much from himself that he pushed his limits, especially in basketball. As the captain and point guard of Rakuzan, expectations for him are high. Expectations. Akashi's fingers came to a halt on the piano keys. There, in the pit of his abdomen, he could feel his insides twisting and turning. He never spoke of it - he couldn't speak of it, or else his high-class and intimidating demeanor would be shattered. No one would look up to him, not even his teammates who are servant to

Aomine stood - with his arms crossed over his chest - near the front doors of the DMV. It was noon, and the heat from outside, along with what little AC the building had to offer, was causing the entire office to turn into a life-sized oven. Aomine felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back and hoped that it didn't stain the light blue fabric of his uniform. The last thing he wanted was to look like a slob in front of hundreds of civilians (although there were people who were sweating A LOT more than he was). When Aomine graduated from the police academy, he never pictured himself working in a place like the DMV. He got good grades on tests

Don't be afraid, my sweetheart This is the way to be more strong Harbor my deep secret It makes me so blue Run through this game before my body is dry WARNING: very mild gore To his right, Reiner could see the sun ready to peak over the horizon. The light it emitted created a red, orange, and purple gradient that stretched as far as the eye could see. Although the sunrays heated his skin, Reiner could feel himself turn cold. You were still nowhere to be found. He's been searching and searching and calling out your name but you still haven't showed. Worry turned into despair, and Reiner's sanity was slowly disintegrating. There was always

Song: When You Were Young - The Killers It was always a dream of yours to become a princess; when you were young, you fantasized of living in a large castle set atop a hill, where one day a beautiful, handsome prince would take you by the hand and love you for eternity. As you got older, becoming a princess was out of the picture, however, the idea of marrying the perfect man still seemed, well, perfect. Although you dated a few guys in high school, you held your standards high - he needed to be charming, handsome, polite, charismatic...and the list went on and on. Now, as a senior in college, there wasn't much time for a relationship. You