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Miss you, darling. Miss you so much. I hurt you so much when I was hurting, and it was the same from you to me. I hope you're doing well and I hope you don't ever get near me. I'm sorry for resenting you
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perkeyez4gojo · 3 months
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gojo satoru as childhood lovers trope
for as long as you could remember you had been by gojo’s side. looking up to him with adoration, for everything he did, he did with grace and perfection. you were glued to his arm, not that he minded. he liked knowing you were with him at all times. he could protect you and be there for you whenever you needed him. most would say you were two pea’s in a pod. not only did your big gleaming eyes of admiration boost the too tall for his ages ego but it also made his heart soar with something he couldn’t describe being as young as he was.
but the young boy knew it was a feeling his mommy and daddy shared and he knew he wanted to share it with you even as you both grew to be as big as them.
a/n: short concept i’ve been thinking about. first post i am not a writer 😰
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21aurora · 1 year
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Never forget | Go eunhyeok
Note : what if go eunhyeok met his childhood love ?!
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Chapter 2
Go eunhyeok pov
Suddenly, I found Y/N lying unconscious on the ground and her nose was bleeding. I carried her in the position of the bride and rushed her to the school clinic. Sue was walking behind me.
We rushed her to the doctor to examine her. She just said that her blood pressure decreased, especially with the ball hitting her head that happened to her. She lost consciousness. She installed a glucose solution for her and asked us to let her rest.
Su Ae and I kept sitting next to her. But I told Su ae that she could go to the lessons and write down the explanations and assignments. Su ae went and I stayed next to y/n .
Finally she opened her eyes and tried to get up, but I prevented her and told her that she should rest, but she tried to sit on the bed and I put a pillow behind her back to make it more comfortable.
"What happened?" she said. "You passed out and I brought you here, you must not be eating well." I said that while sitting on the chair next to her bed.
She noded her head looking at me and then said, "I'm fine, now you can go to classes." She said..."It's okay, I also find it an opportunity to escape from class, I also told Su Ae to write down the explanation for us"... "How was Su Ae?"..." She was crying until her eyes were swollen Especially since Minu's goal was to throw the ball at her, she felt guilty and thought that the reason is that you lost consciousness . But the doctor said that your blood pressure fall so that's why you lost consciousness " .. " oh I see " she already looked tired so I didn't talk much.
We stayed silent for a while till she said . " Do you want to listen to music? " She handed me one of her earphones , I stand up and set next to her in the bed , She moved a little to create space for me, and I took the earphone from her and put it in my ear.
We just started listening, I don't know, but maybe the music revived my memory.
*Flashback*
I was five years old, at kindergarten school, sitting alone in the school yard after my friends left me and did not let me play with them, I was crying until I felt someone's hand on my shoulder to look and find it was a girl of the same age as me , "Why are you crying?" she said, "my friends left me." She hugged me as she sat beside me patting me on the back and said "Don't be sad I'm here and we can be friends" I immediately cheered up and wiped away my tears "Really?" "Yes, we will be friends forever" She extended her pinky finger. "Pinky promise " "yes pinky promise " I also extended my pinky finger.
I was interrupted from the remembrance by The feeling of her head as she leaned on my shoulder , she fell asleep . I looked at her, I didn't even notice I was smiling all this time, old feelings seem to be back now .
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halfapoet · 4 days
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Things were easier when we were kids. I didn't care if you didn't understand the things I cared about. You didn't care that my dreams were different and bigger than yours. We just liked that we were together, under the same sun, taking turns on the swing set with the same grass brushing our bare feet, the same wind on our faces, watching the same kids flying kites a few feet away, sharing laughs when they teased us for liking each other.
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awkwardchaosposts · 9 months
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Puppy Love
(one-shot)
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Chishiya x shy!reader [gn!reader]
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You've never seen a pretty boy before. It made your heart race in ways you didn't quite understand yet.
Shuntaro Chishiya. The new student in your class and now the most beautiful boy in 6th grade.
"My mom says it's rude stare"
Chishiya was very quiet but he wasn't that unaware of his surroundings that he would overlook your blatant staring
You almost jumped at the realisation that you've been caught.
"Hey! don't just run away"
The boy tilted his head,not bothering to run after.
What a strange person you were
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You don't know why but you found yourself constantly wanting to look at him.
But you were smarter this time,taking quick glances.
Even then Chishiya noticed but he decided not to acknowledge it this time.
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It was a cleanup period and Chishiya was wiping the windows with a damp cloth. He was blissfully daydreaming until something caught his eye. You.
He watched you closely,climbing that half wall. Yon probably got a scraped knee or two. Just for a stupid flower? What an idiot you were.
"Shuntaro, please clean. Now's not the time for daydreaming"
The teacher brought him out of his own thoughts. He offered a polite smile,nodding. "Hai! Sorry Sensei"
He'd rather her assume he was daydreaming than have other people know he was actually watching you.
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Chishiya was packing away when he saw something on his desk. A flower. It looked just like the one he'd seen you try to reach.
"Huh"
He glanced at you,almost amused by seeing you quickly look away and busy yourself with packing up as to not seem suspicious.
What was he supposed to do with a flower? You really were an idiot
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"Moom Shuntaro got flowers from a classmate!"
Leave it to his older sister Kuina to make a big fuss. "No I didn't!"
He huffed,glancing down at the wildflowers in his hand. "It's nothing"
He felt like his entire face was in fire,cheeks turning a light red.
"Don't touch it!"
"Why? I thought you said it was nothing"
Kuina was a loving older sister but she also took great pleasure in tormenting her younger brother.
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Chishiya sighed. The older he got the more he was regretting going to medical school.
He leaned back,glancing at a small box. He moved out of his parents house,leaving most of his old stuff behind to live that minimalistic life.
But he kept that box. As a kid if he found something special it would all go in that little box.
He found himself picking up the lid of the box and going through things just to remind himself of simpler times.
That's when something caught his eye.
Wilted wildflowers. Without a doubt they'd crumble under the smallest touch so he didn't dare touch them but he couldn't help but almost smile when he saw them.
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distantsonata · 8 months
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starlonga · 5 months
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“The Great War” - Part One  Aemond Targaryen x female reader
“My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War”
“It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops Thats was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you”
Summary : Before Aemond Targaryen was the man he is today, he used to be a young boy, innocent and hopeful enough to fall in love... But the years would not be kind. Not to him, his family, or the one and only love of his life.
I’ll post every chapter here. To find out more about what I write, you can also click here :)
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A man like Aemond Targaryen would never fall in love. There was no place in his mind for such futilities. Because he was a man of the mind, not of the heart. People even said of him that he had the blackest of hearts.
But Aemond Targaryen wasn't always a man. A prideful, vengeful and cynical man. No, Aemond One-Eye was once a young boy. Half the size of his older brother, Aegon, but twice as fierce. He was already a promising young prince : bold, hot-tempered, determined. A true Targaryen. But there was also a certain sweetness to him. He was dutiful, incredibly smart, and kind to his mother. In the darkness of the Red Keep, some even dared to whisper that he, and not Aegon, should have been the King's first born son. Secretly, Aemond agreed. He suspected his mother did too. But his half-sister Rhaenyra would inherit the throne, so in the end, did it really matter ? It didn't seem so to his father Viserys. Aemond and his siblings barely even existed, in his eyes. They were just spares, to him.
There wasn't much comfort for the second son to find, amongst his own kind. Only indifference. Rejection. Or worse, mockery. They all laughed at him. Oh, how they loved to laugh at him. His own brother. His bastard nephews. His cousins. Most of them already had a dragon. Even the Strong boys ! Why couldn't he ? He would show them one day, they would all see.
But until then, he didn't fit in anywhere. Until her, really.
He never had to prove himself to her. She did see, from the very beginning.
His only comfort. His light. His salvation.
His curse. His weakness. His regret.
Aemond Targaryen fell in love with Lady y/n when he was 8 years old. Unbeknownst to him at the time, so did she. She was the daughter of the head of an important House in Westeros, who was sitting at the Small Council. Officially, Lady y/n was meant to be Princess Helaena's childhood companion. But the Princess was a peculiar child, and she prefered the compagny of her bugs. Lady y/n didn't mind; she was fond of Helaena. Aemond thought she was the prettiest Lady at court, but he also noticed how good the young Lady was to his sister : she was patient, tender, and so sincerely kind. As time passed, the Prince caught himself wishing she would be that good to him too. He noticed the clever twinkle in her eyes too, like she always understood more then she let on, her playfulness, and this spark that enticed him to get closer to her... all of it neatly hidden behind her serious and graceful exterior. She would be perfectly polite and curteous when needed be, and yet Aemond couldn't help but feel something wild roaring inside of her, waiting to be liberated from its cage. He convinced himself he had finally found someone who could perhaps understand him. She and him weren't so different, he believed.
The days when the Lady had to travel back home, Aemond would try to hang on to his Targaryen pride. He was a Prince, after all. Who was she ? But those were just viscious thoughts trying to mask the truth. His mind was plagued with images of her gentle smile, her spellbinding voice, her lovely and oh so mysterious gaze, her eyes always seemingly holding onto some sort of secret Aemond couldn't comprehend yet. There lied the truth, as pristine as it truly was : he longed for her presence. The idea overwhelmed him : what was this swelling inside of his chest ? His restlessness would know no end. And then he laid eyes on her again, and peace washed over him like never before. The Lady y/n gave him one of her little mischievous smile; the kind of smile he believed she only gave him as a special present, a token that proved she did in fact understand him; and he felt his cheeks violently burn. He did not know what changed this time, but the rules of their relationship tacitly changed for the better.
It became quite rare to see the Prince without his Lady : they became each other's shadow. Aemond even secretly taught the young Lady how to fight with multiple weapons, and he took great pleasure in seeing what a quick and efficient learner she was. In turn, thanks to her discreet and resourceful nature, she would share all the secrets she had gathered all around the Red Keep, and back home. Even as children, they were quite the dangerous pairing. Their families found their closeness amusing and endearing at first, but then they grew more and more concerned. Aemond's mother, the Queen Alicent, had caught them more than once sharing a bed at night. They weren't doing anything wrong. They were just talking, and talking, and talking, for hours and hours. The way he saw the world and expressed his thoughts made perfect sense to her, and it was the exact same for him. They soaked in each other's dreams, nightmares, ideas, theories, opinions... to the point where it felt like they were one and the same. No one needed to know they made each other's heart sing a song that was meant for them and them only to hear. It didn't matter what their family feared. Someone was finally on Aemond's side. She was his person, and he was hers.
His brother Aegon had started to make vile comments on her appearance; Aemond knew Lady y/n was already a devastating beauty, and it was only a matter of time before other idiots would try to steal the rare treasure that she was from him. As a game, they had started to call each other "husband" and "wife" : Aemond wasn't sure he remembered who initiated it, but back then it felt so innocent. They were only children, after all. It was one of their many little secrets, and perhaps their most precious one. But it also felt... right. It was meant to be this way. In his youthful arrogance, the Prince believed that if he really claimed her in the eyes of the Gods, no man would dare to come between him and his beloved. He was getting older, and wasn't betrothed yet. He accused his father's lack of interest in him for that. Had the King even bothered to find him a bride, Aemond would have diligently performed his duty. He wasn't anything like his brother.
But he wasn't bound to any promise, luckily enough for him. So one dark night, Aemond Targaryen and Lady y/n y/f/n exchanged secret vows in hurried whispers, in front of the skull of Balerion the Black Dread, a place they knew better than anywhere else. They’d often hide here, just the two of them.
They had somehow managed to convince Aegon to marry them, in one of his countless drunken state. They knew for certain he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. Father, Mother, Warrior, Smith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger : they all bore witness to the unwavering strength of their feelings. Surely, it didn't matter that Aegon was no septon, or that their family wasn't there with them. When y/n touched Aemond's lips with a soft and timid kiss, the young Prince was absolutely certain of it. Nothing mattered, but her. This. She made him feel courageous and worth something. So much bigger than what he really was. There was a place for him in this world. Lady y/n truly worshipped the ground Aemond walked on, and it felt so exhilirating to be loved by her. To be looked at the way she looked at him. Oh, there was nothing he couldn't do. He was convinced of it now.
Perhaps this was what gave him the necessary encouragement he needed to do what he did next
Part Two is here !
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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year
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Steddie Masterlist
hi! welcome to my Steddie masterlist. here you can find all of my Eddie related works :)
(all of my wips are in green, and my smutty fics have an * beside them)
you can find my general masterlist here, and you can also find all of my fics and more on ao3 and wattpad :)
requests are closed at the moment :/
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multichaps:
Baby Stardust singledad!steve x roomate!eddie christmas fic
Soccer Dads steve and eddie's daughters become best friends
Steddie Week 2023 submission :) following all the prompts for 7 days
one shots:
here is a link to my steddie ficlets list because I write so many
Sunflower Boy steve x eddie meet as kids, then again in s4
Smalltown Boy s1 au - inspired by bronski beats song smalltown boy
Communication Breakdown eddie doesn't know he's dating steve
Missin’ You Big Boy steve x eddie angst
Cant Keep A Secret rob & ed come out to eachother - steddie & ronance
Hellraiser steve x eddie accidental date trope
Skull Rock steve x eddie gay awakenings at its finest
Oblivious extraOblivious!steve x superPining!eddie
Valentines Sucks * eddie x steve hate valentines until they kiss
First Time * dom!top!virgin!eddie and steddie pre first time nerves
Sunshine Smile rockstar!eddie and steve find love again after separating
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the ache that comes with loving Shu Sakamaki
Edgar's Yuma's pov
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The ink if front of you blurs into shapes that remind you of him, blue.
So blue.
Ironically you find the more you try not to think about he floods your senses.
You wonder why the universe reminds you of the child of Apollo you befriended those many years ago, when grubby hands and missing teeth exclaimed more than you could ever now, an innocent honesty in your gazes expectant of what could be.
The bell rings and you sit, and you ponder, the familiarity eats at you. He sneaks in, his usual silent steps lulling your senses into a nostalgic comfort under the afternoon sun and peach trees as you lay drenched from your impromtu swim in the creek.
The sun will rise again, when there's nobody around, on the swing set at the old playground. The silver line blurs, you want to hear his voice - he's no longer a boy, now a man. Reminiscing such sweet days.
He's grown like the plants you tend to, but he's hideous you see,even the grandest, oldest, trees are nothing as they rot always inside out; perhaps that is precisely what happened to him. He's rotting, maybe he was rotting when you met him, unable to change or maybe he didn't know how to change but once he gave up, you knew he couldn't come back. It will take a while, but you'll return to life. Steady, before the piped piper's melody had led you away, turning everything into that shade of sky blue. Cloudy, lost, maybe losing yourself in those blues.
Except in your eyes, you can travel the world, people's embraces, and the centuries that separates you from him but coming back to that tree. Collapsing in front of that tree. Wanting nothing more than to rest at last in front of the beloved tree. It's ghastly.
Fruitless aims in front of him, tall, broad and bright yet others shy away making excuses like the sun is too bright for Icarus was a warning cry for mankind. But if you've run into the fire once why stop to think before running to him because if anyone truly knew him they would be able to tell he was definitely the moon.
The moon who elevates and amplifies the light that shines on him, the moon that allows rest from tiring monotonous days, the moon that causes the changing of tides with such charm and grace that they stare in wonder every night at the enigma he is. Yet the moon continues steady through the days and nights.
You step out into the corridor, dawn is fast approaching you don't think you'll be able to make it to bed fast enough to grieve the boy you lost. Ironically, the boy you found under the moonlight in his stupid khaki trousers and cravat, the boy you stole glances at as he followed you around like a lost puppy, the boy who you held as he trembled about the dog he couldn't save, the boy king who was strong and weak, the child capable of tragedies who was unsafe in his own home, the first person who had held your hand, snuck you away to banquets, dressed you in gold and silk, the boy you placed a ring made of daisies,and the boy who created war's when he smiled, the boy that was both your Helen of Troy and Achilles. Now he was long replaced.
Shedding his name, skin, soul and smile.
He now stood by shadows and laid across surfaces, apathy embracing him tighter then his parents ever had. He'd grown up handsomely devilish, his face stirred something in your gut. But he was long gone, don't you see you fool?
The tree is standing, but it does not live, it does not grow and it will rot inside out till it topples and crushes you as you lay seeking comfort.
Perhaps falling in love made you a lot more reckless than you'd like to admit, this gamble was a losing man's bluff, so pathetic waiting for the dead to rise, when the living wish to die.
You can't look away can you?
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vreddicted · 2 months
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Terriella dan Rivanfell, pasutri yang bikin mleyottt
Judul : My Husband Changes Every Night
Author : Han Yoon Seol, koo seul
Artist : Yeoseulki
Sinopsis : Terriella, yang mempunyai kekuatan suci dikirim oleh keluarganya untuk menjadi pendamping Raja Rivanfell Pon Leonhardt yang terkenal seorang tiran. Tak disangka, ternyata Rivanfell adalah korban percobaan yang dilakukan untuk menyelamatkan dunia dari datangnya hari kiamat yang membuat dirinya berubah tiap tengah malam datang. Kekuatan suci Terriella bisa mengubah Rivanfell kembali ke wujud semula, tapi apakah kekuatan itu bisa membuatnya terbebas untuk selamanya?
Baca disini atau RAW disini
*Disclaimer : these images in the video belongs to the author not mine
Credit song : Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe
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ecoamerica · 22 days
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thinkofmehoney · 2 months
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thinking about my childhood crush and how I liked him so much for around 6 years, but he never liked me back and I even knew he made fun of me sometimes because we weren’t that close and I was an ugly kid that compensated it with being funny. But then in my last year of high school we became friends and I didn’t liked him romantically anymore, but we kissed by the end of the year so I felt like I achieved my childhood dream.
I’m still friends with him and I love him (in a friendship way ofc). He was texting me just now that he missed me (we don’t live in the same city anymore) and that he loved and appreciated me and our friendship and aaaaa, it tugged on my heartstrings. Like I said, I’m not romantically attracted to him anymore, but I’ll always have him close to my heart, I think he was my first real love and I’ll always care for him
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halfapoet · 4 days
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You're a few states away building your life and I'm here building mine. But we used to be closer under this sun, once. We spent summers together, playing on the same grass, biking under the same rain, building dreams while watching kites. You told me you'd own a big house one day and you'd give me a room. I told you when I adopt two pet cats, I'd let you name one. "Because I'm special?" "Because you're special."
Your birthday passed and I didn't call because I was scared you wouldn't pick up in the middle of your party.
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Aesthetics Of My 2023 Reads- Frozen 2: Dangerous Secrets
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Absolutely loved this book. This was a book I didn't expect to love. It's amazing how this book develops Iduna and Agnarr characters and helps us understand that they are not the villian Agnarr's father and generational truama. I love frozen 2 and this book further developed my love for Frozen 2. I know not everyone personally loves the film due to the poor planning but I do. Forbidden Romance and Childhood Friends To Lovers are some of my favourite tropes. Highly recommend.
Frozen 2: Dangerous Secrets Aesthetic
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The audiobook was also great man I'm so happy they got both Evan Rachel Wood and Alfred Molina to narrate the audiobook.
Highly recommend for Frozen fans the Aesthetic I have made for this book is rather accurate.
-Melody-
They/Them
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awkwardchaosposts · 6 months
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Wildflower
Niragi x Fem!reader (Childhood friends? to enemies to lovers) pt. 1
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TW!: tsun-tsun Niragi,mentions of an absent father,mentions of the sandal (if you know you know ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)
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"Hey Haru come on!"
the bustling sound of the playground and giggling of little kids filled everyone's ears.
Niragi was busy playing Pirates with his friends. He was just about to 'win' the battle with Captain Haru when your plastic sword jabbing into his back made him pause
"Take that. I'm the captain now!"
He stared at you in bewilderment but his expression soon turned into anger.
"No you aren't!" the 7 year old boy was livid.
He looked to his friends for approval but they all agreed that you won fair and square.
"Yeah well...You suck!"
You crossed your arms,quite proud of yourself about being crowned the new captain of the 'pirate ship' that was in reality just a couple boxes that they stacked together on the playground.
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From that day on the little boy held a grudge.
He pulled at your pigtails, threw paper airplanes at you, basically anything that a childish bully could do to annoy you.
Until one fateful day you had enough. Punching him square in the jaw. Little Sugaru has never been so scared in his life.
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The fight resulted in a call from your parents and them scheduling a playdate with the two of you,hoping that their kids could hash things out.
"Hey that's mine!"
Niragi took the toy car away from you,clutching it possessively to his chest.
You huffed,sticking your tongue out at him which only added fuel to the fire of your childish conflict.
He didn't like you at all and you both played separately for a long time but Niragi was curious about something.
His mom and dad has been sitting with your mom in the kitchen for ages. So... "Is your dad coming too?"
The question made you pause,your gaze meeting his. "No. Why do you care?"
He huffed,crossing his arms. "I don't"
But something about your reaction intrigued him. But he was just too young to understand your situation
He was confused by that sad look in your eyes. He's never made a girl cry before that wasn't his little sister. Nor was he sure that he'd ever want to.
You were busy drawing shapes in the sand with a stick you found on the ground,trying to busy yourself to pass the time.
You were so distracted that it startled when some wildflowers were shoved in your face.
You frowned,taking them. You tried to look at Niragi but he refused to show his face,looking at anything but you.
You looked down at the flowers. A pretty yellow that grew from the weeds in the unkempt garden. "My mom says these are the bad kinds of plants"
The boy's little ego got bruised and he huffed. "You don't want it? then give it back"
But you held the flowers out of his reach. "No it's mine. You gave it to me"
"Yeah? Well I take it back!"
You continued to argue,at each other's throats but the moment Niragi grabbed your shirt the argument was interrupted by his mom.
"Sugaru cut that out!"
He glanced at his mother with fear when he saw she was already starting to take off her sandal to teach her rowdy son a lesson. Then he glanced at you. Smug as ever. It made his blood boil.
He reluctantly let go of you. "Yes Mama"
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"Y/N"
You were brought out of your own trip down memory lane combined with the lo-fi music you blasted in your ears.
You took off your earphones,making a mental note to hide them better next time.
"Give me that"
The teacher spoke coldly,giving you a stern look.
The class erupted in giggles. Despite most of the people in your class being 15-16 they still found such a simple thing amusing.
Miss Lovett tried to get the class to quiet down before resuming her nonsensical speech. You weren't paying attention,too busy trying to resume your daydreaming when-
"Sugaru Niragi"
That name was enough to make you look at your new transfer student.
What was he doing here?
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