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You met him over a huge cake with hands dug into the gooey mass of chocolate and whipped cream icing. It was a cookout hosted by his family that, as the new neighbors, you were happily invited to attend. You hadn't made any friends yet so when you made eye contact with the boy whose hand was close to yours, also covered in cake you shouldn't have been helping yourself to so sneakily, you panicked. You flung the handful of cake at his face. You got into a food fight, as expected, and got scolded by both of your parents but you were both laughing together in the end and ever since then your friendship was a sealed deal. As children you woul

A month had passed since Nishinoya and (f/n)’s weekend outing, and their relationship changed with the leaves on the autumn trees. Although the girl continued to be extremely shy in school, she opened up to Noya in a way that she’d never opened up to anyone before in their free time together. He was turning her whole world on its head, but she wasn’t scared; not when she was with him, anyway. Their daily routine normally went like this: Nishinoya and (f/n) would greet each other at school and walk home together after many of his volleyball practices. However, she never attended. She was simply too nervous to meet so many of

Noya walked toward (f/n)’s house, nervous tension growing in him with each step. Was he overdressed? Underdressed? He’d taken a shower after practice that morning, but did he still smell? Was his hair perfectly coiffed? He didn’t have time to go back to his house, so however he arrived, it would have to be okay. He approached the front door and placed a sure confident knock on its solid frame. He might not have been feeling too assured on the inside, so he figured that he’d fake it until he made it. After a few moments a tired-looking man opened the door. After a second of confusion, a light bulb seemed to go off in h

Today was the day you’d been dreading for weeks now. About a month ago your father was assigned a new job, requiring the two of you to move. You weren’t concerned about moving or having to get used to a new town, but what really worried you was having to change schools. You were already missing the few friends you had back home, and having to start all over in a new school was daunting. However, you knew that your father was much happier in his new job. When he asked you if you were scared to start fresh, you lied and said no, not wanting to worry him with your problems. That morning you put on your new school uniform and headed

you definitely weren't expecting to find a confession from him in your high school planner [warnings: discussion of weight based insecurity, quite a lot of swearing?] {Last year of high school} It was the end of yet another school day, and like every other school day, you were just glad it was finally over. Well, you would have been, if you could find your school planner, but the thing seemed to have dissipated into the aether sometime between lunch and your last lesson. How were you supposed to get home to relax – you mean, to study – without your planner? Just as you were about to give up, frustrated at the loss of all that i

[Mechanic! Sugawara Koushi x Robot!Reader] [again: you may want to read the description] Semi-sequel to Lost/Found Koushi would be the first to admit that Daichi was a totally integral part of the shop. His presence did something to both the atmosphere and the morale that just made everything work. In the time he’d been away, not only had Koushi adopted, fixed up and become distressingly attached to a robot, but Yuu and Asahi had been remanded in custody no less than 6 times, and he didn’t even want to think about where Hinata and Tanaka were.                It was unsurprising, then, that when Daichi returned to the shop after

Lost/Found [Mechanic! Sugawara Koushi x Robot!Reader] [please, please read the description]                Koushi didn’t like leaving the shop this late. He wasn’t afraid of where he worked - the area may not have been too decent, but he had a reputation as the sweetheart that was unafraid to lay down the law on anyone who happened to think he was easy prey. So it wasn’t fear for his life that caused him to dislike the journey from his workshop to his home late at night, not completely. It was more that every time he was out at night, he ended up embroiled in something or the other that was sure to bring him stress.