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You listened intently while you pencil scribbled across the length of the paper, your kind eyes bouncing between concerned student and said paper. You hadn't been a Counselor for very long, but you had already acquired quite the following of students; this one being your fourth visit today, and it wasn't even lunch time. You weren't complaining, of course. You'd always been told you had a very comfortable presence, and you were honored to be such a confidant to some of the students in such a short time. It wasn't very often that you were distracted, but you had lost interest in the student's babbling as a figure slumped passed the small win

Author's Note: PROFANITIES, PROFANITIES EVERYWHERE. I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT. Hair The first time you touched Kuroo Tetsurou’s hair was during a rainy day. It poured like tomorrow wouldn't come, blustering. In fact, you could barely make out the school gate from the entranceway. Fortunately, you didn't seem to be the only one who forgot their umbrella. A guy you recognized as someone from the class next to yours was standing under the last bit of shelter the school provided, just staring blankly at the rain. You made your way next to him, doing the exact same thing. It wasn't like you could do anything else, really. He greeted yo

Warning: Profanities. Dysfunctional If you got a dollar every time you felt an overwhelming desire to punch Tsukishima Kei in face, you’d fuck up the economy.[1] But, no, life doesn’t work like that. Instead, here you were, shooting the upsized douchebag a fake smile as you took his order. “What’ll it be?” you asked for the sake of pissing him off, because he knew that you knew what he was about to order. It wasn’t like he actually ordered anything else other than strawberry shortcake. God, maybe that’s the solitary thing his minute, asshole heart is capable of loving. “The usual,” he

Author's Note: I OWN NOTHING OTHER THAN THE PLOT. P.S. THIS CONTAINS SOME PROFANITIES. Confessions: Inscrutable Never in your life did you think you'd come across a puzzle so impossible to decipher as Akaashi Keiji. He was an enigma whose barrier was his ever-stoic demeanor. Truly, everyone must have, at one point, found themselves being lured in by his mystique allure. You, of course, were no exception. In fact, you reckoned that you were the only one that had been pulled in so deep. The way his voice came out like lackadaisical mid-summer breeze, the way the lightest dust of pink on his lips stretched whenever they pulled into one of hi

It all started with a common question, something any other person could’ve asked, but no. It had to be her. The male didn’t move his desk while lunch time, it was always her who did it. And while he was trying to beat the last boss of his game, she leaned into the table and rested her cheek against the wood. “Kenma, what are you doing for Christmas?” It was out of the blue, of course he’d be surprised. But he replied regardless. “I’m staying at home.” “Alone?” He nodded and paid no mind to her suspicious and slightly offended tone as he kept on playing on his PSP. “What do you