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You were known as the sweetheart of the first years, an easy spirit with a contagious smile and the ability to make anyone’s heart skip. You had a golden heart, and unfortunately, you were adorable. The word always tasted strange on Bakugo’s tongue, but there was no other way for him to describe you. It seemed everything about you was the complete opposite of him, but no matter hard he tried to avoid you, you were always there. Always in his general area, always smiling to him. He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel. Fuzzy, light, more calm than usual...all things he despised. He wanted to blame your Quirk for these dis

Beep! Beep! Beep! Soft snoozing waded through the still air of a listess apartment filled to the brim with half empty boxes and a carpet made out of packing peanuts. The timer’s alarm bounced off the bare walls until they finally reached the ears of a girl sprawled about the cushions of her pale grey sofa. Returning to the world of broken dreams and taxes, the couch potato girl gasped as she sat up mummy-style, eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Beep! Beep! Beep! Swift as a coursing river, the (h/c) haired girl sprang up from her linen seat and dashed towards the kitchen. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Your shouts accompanied t

A groan leaves your lips, as it seems you'll be unable to fall asleep. It's remarkable, in your opinion. How some nights you can fall asleep perfectly fine, but on other nights, your mind won't stop running. You've tried every trick in the book. Counting sheep, reading a story, turning the temperature down; anything and everything. But none of it is working. Squinting at your phone, you're able to see that it's two in the morning. And you'll have to wake up for school in just five hours. How wonderful. 'If I wake up a bit earlier, maybe I could stop by someplace to get a coffee,' you think, mournfully. 'I think I've run on five hours of s

There are many things you aren't exactly proud of. Your procrastination habits, eating one too many sweets, accidentally staying up all night to finish a stupid show; those are just the tip of the iceberg. Those were all things you could deal with in small portions. But this, was too shameful, even for you. Your pride was never all that bolstered to begin with, so it'll be impressive to see what shreds of it remain after they're torn apart in a few moments. Wary eyes gaze down towards your phone, the dim screen being the only source of light in your room. Currently, you're hiding underneath your covers, in a makeshift fort. If only it coul

If it was difficult for you to watch, you cannot imagine what it's like to actually experience it. This remains true as you remember all the times Tsukishima had to block many tough spikes this match. Weaving in and out through the crowd, your thoughts remain on asking Tsukishima how he's feeling. Your smile is one of sympathy when you spot Tsukishima. It wasn't too hard to find him, seeing as he's rather tall. His height and bright hair color makes him an easy target to spot. "Tsukki! Over here." you call while waving, hoping that he's able to spot you in the crowd. It doesn't take long for him to perk up at the sound of your voice. He lo

    Your coffee cup sat abandoned and dirty on the night stand. Black dregs of grounds smeared the insides, leaving some trace of the caffeine you had guzzled down. Your bed looked odd for two in the morning, seeing as if was untouched and uninhabited.    Edward snored on in it's twin across the room, his metal arm glinting in the moonlight that streamed in the open window.    "I'm not tired." You yawned, feeling yourself lean towards the cold comfort of his metal. "Quit telling me to go to bed."    "You need some sleep." Al insisted with a faint smile in his voice. "I'll be fine by myself. I'm used to it."    You voiced a mumbled com

(Soulmate AU in which you share a talent or talents with you partner) (Genderless Plain! Reader) Gym. You didn’t hate gym class; however, with that said you really, really wish you had skipped today. The sound of several squealing girls all around you was seriously beginning to give you a headache and you were contemplating smacking the man who caused this scene. Oikawa Tooru. He was the known pretty boy of the school. He excelled in athletics (namely Volleyball), his grades were slightly above average, and his looks could turn straight men gay in a heartbeat. The girls in your school loved him to bits…you on the other hand jus

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!! or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Haikyuu!! is the property of Haruichi Furudate. Another soulmate au cause like why not Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate can feel each other's pain. But when you meet you can heal each other's pain. *** You flinched as you felt another strong thud against the back of your head before another one hit your shoulder and back consecutively. Gods, does my soulmate fight every day? Or something. It hurts.. But your finger tips and your right knee were constantly tingli

They burst into his apartment, lips, tongue and teeth locked in a full on battle for dominance as jackets were struggling to be torn off without parting for air or concentration. He pinned her to the wall beside the door and kicked it shut, hands skimming her soft, supple skin. She moaned lightly against his lips before he tore them away. They stared at one another, taking in the small details of the faces they’d hardly looked at when they met in that bar just a few minutes ago. His eyes were a gorgeous blue, and her lips were perfect and kiss-swollen. A match made in hookup heaven. Only… “Holy shit is that every season of

Waking up with Zen is like... The first thing you notice when you wake up is the lit up screen of your phone - messages from the RFA, and maybe more requests for interviews - on the bedside table across the bed. It takes a moment for you to realise that it’s not yet dawn. The second thing you notice is how warm you are. It's not suffocating hot, but the kind of warmth that reminds you of home - somewhere you feel you truly belong, so unlike the apartment you spent your days in when you first joined the RFA. The third thing you notice is the person you're curled up against. It's not the soft comforters that you pile up beside you when