Setter up [Akaashi Keiji]Setter up [Akaashi Keiji] by Fanfictionofyou
What's the first thing that happens to you when you walk into class in the morning?
Definitely not getting dragged away by your friend.
Held by an extremely tight grip, you let your body followed wherever your friend was taking you to, too tired to even protest at this point. You sighed as you felt your lifeless arm flopping up and down, feet almost tripping over itself for a few times as the both of you brisked walked through the hallways.
"Ahh...where are we going? I'm really tired.." You asked weakly before yawning, maybe you shouldn't have stayed up so late yesterday talking on the phone.
"(F/N)-chan, you don't get it! I think we found like the most perfect guy just for you! Oh man, you're going to love him so much when you see him!!" your friend squealed in happiness, as if she's the one that has been match made. You just shot her a curious look, why would you need a partner anyway? But she looked so happy in her little bubble, and you kind of didn't want to break it so you just k
stars | midorima shintaroustars | midorima shintarou by JayNanase
Exhausted from a typical tiring day of school and from the intense after-school study session that lasted until seven, you heave a sigh as you walk out of the school gates, walking along the path towards home with your best friend Midorima Shintarou, who seemed pretty tense after this particular day of school, mainly because of Takao.
Suffocating in silence was never your forte, so you decided to lighten up the rest of his day. Literally.
“Hey Shin-chan, look at the stars,” you say as you point to the sky, pulling onto Midorima’s shirt in an effort to give you his ultimate attention, but only adding to his darkened mood.
“Yeah, what about them,” he mumbles, obviously uninterested. Midorima takes a short glance towards you and almost blushes as he sees your face illuminating with wonder, gesturing him to look at the sky.
He doesn't hesitate to look up to the endless sky so as to avoid your gaze.
He stands there for a moment, and takes the time to stare
Taking Responsibility Kise x ReaderTaking Responsibility Kise x Reader by gekokujougirl
Kise Ryouta isn't your type of man. Not that you have something against him or anything, its just that you don't fangirl on his every being.
Yes, he is handsome, good in playing basketball, tall, good looking and everything...but he isn't just the type of person who is your ideal man.
Well...you don't have an ideal man to begin with...
Kise is trouble. A big trouble...
"(Name)-chii?" A voice whispered with worry.
"(Name)-chii?" The voice called again.
Slowly, you opened your eyes. And (eye color) orbs met golden ones.
"Ryouta..." you murmured...closing your eyes again.
"You okay, (name)?"
"Mmhm." You answered weakly; you felt his hand against yours tightly.
"That's great." He smiled and you felt his lips against yours. "Mika's on the third floor...if you're ready to see her...we can-"
"Mika?" You stared at Kise with confusion.
You really don't like Kise's guts...he has that super confident attitude towards everybody, especially towards you, and he acts like the two o
Sleepover - Murasakibara Atsushi x ReaderSleepover - Murasakibara Atsushi x Reader by interconnecteddream
Since when did Murasakibara start using women’s shampoo?
Well, maybe it wasn’t, but it was still ridiculously soft.
That’s what you thought as he sat on the floor between your legs and you sat on the bed braiding his hair with a tiny pile of elastics next to you. Your tall friend was going to be spending the night at your place, but all you’d bothered doing so far was throwing him a bunch of magazines and snacks to keep him occupied while you played around with his hair. The purple locks were surprisingly soft to the touch, and eventually this happened.
Thus began the journey to see how many ponytails you could tie in his hair.
“(name)-chin, are you almost done?” Murasakibara’s lazy voice reached your ears, snapping you out of your intense concentration for a few seconds. From the sound of it, he’d been eating as he said so.
You did a quick head count. More than half the hair on his head had been pulled into tiny little pigtails- so far y