Inaccurate Haru Have A Nosebleed Every Time He Thinks A Girl Is Naked

My ot3 of ot3

✨Collage updated with 10th anniversary outfits✨

Kirumi falls in love

Agree

To the whole drdt fandom: I need you all to know that this is what weeby news had to say about ace and levi 😭

oh don't worry I do

I didn't draw this ( obviously ), and as much as I don't ship this, this made me laugh for 2 reasons.

Leon's face

....Why does bro have so much cake-

“Fuck”

Short tentacle smut 18+

Part 2 “milking”

Had to remove gif (sorry)

Warnings: tentacles, rape, kind of bondage, aphrodisiac/ drugs cumflation, breeding kink?

You woke from your slumber as something smooth run up your legs. You jolt, jumping up, sitting up right you panic. You look down the side of the bed, the covers hang off concealing most of the floor and whatever lied beneath, but an ominous warm glow radiates from beneath the you. The smooth sensation moves, reminding you why you woke, grabbing the covered throwing off the bed in a panic, to reveal tentacles…

It’s hard to describe, smooth almost scale like skin, deep red with bumps and ridges on some. Each different sizes and widths. You tried to move, and not make a sound to not disturb whatever this was.

Mistake.

It grabs your ankles, tightly, wrapping around your flesh. The pure muscle easily over power you and spread your legs.

“What the fuck!” You scream.

What happened next happens so quickly there’s no time to react, no time to fight.

Quickly it lifts you off the bed by your ankles, another hand full grab at your wrist, another covers your mouth to conceal your screams. You look around the room in fear, the room is dimly lit by the orange and yellow light that come from under your bed. More of these things come out from the under the bed. You squirm but it’s pointless. It’s grip to strong.

Now suspended in the air, softer and smaller limbs start to roam and explore your body. One seemed slimy, as it coated your skin, it was hot under its touch. The smaller ones went under your lose shirt and ran along your panties. The fluid coated your nipples and it tingled and started to burn, it made them become stiff as your clit starts to swell from it… was it an aphrodisiac? the burn was quickly relieved when the tentacle started to circle, rub and pinch your nipples. While the sensation removed the burning feeling, it felt good, too good. Your pussy throbs at the feeling.

They quickly ripped your panties and shirt the fabric falling to the floor.

You prayed it to end… but the burning could only be satisfied by pleasure.

The aphrodisiac coats your pussy, the tentacle wraps around your clit tightly, it’s so incredibly painful, the feeling of the burning so intense you can’t help but scream and cry. You try to fight and pull away.

And it worked. The tentacle let go of your clit and slowly released its grip over your mouth.

“God please let me go” you beg. “Please”

You notice 3 different types of tentacles emerge from under the bed. Almost dick shaped.

“Oh god no” you cried as one hovers over your mouth. “Plea-.”

Your cries are cut short as the cock shaped tentacle thrust down your throat.

Then one plunges into your sopping cunt, it’s painful, the stretch forced to happen so quickly.

The pain starts to feel good, your moans muffled by the tentacle thrusting down your throat.

More tentacles continue to touch you, pinching and pulling your nipples, wrapping around your tits.

3 with bulbous tops emerge. Two hover above your breast one between your legs.

The painful yet so pleasant grip on your nipples loosen. The balls open like a flower.

They start to suck, your nipples and clit, it’s too many sensational once. The feeling of the cock down your throat and thrusting deep and fast into your pussy. Ot starts to tighten. Your close, god no, you can’t cum forming being raped by a monster. The feeling getting closer. The suction feeling so good. Your pussy filthy fluids drip into the floor.

Suddenly a painful sensation curses through your body as the third cock tentacle thrust into your ass. You can’t help it, the pain sending you over, your body convulses your pussy tighten, your fluids gush out of you, as you squirt and cum.

You hope it over, as your breathing labours.

But it doesn’t stop. It goes quicker, like it wants more.

And more it got.

You stayed in the air, the floor drenched in your sweat, tears and cum. Another orgasm rips through you, that made 4. You’re a mess, your body limp no longer fighting.

Suddenly the tentacles thrust become sloppy, losing rhythm, thrusting deeper, and deeper, and with one last deep, deeper then any before, as it sends jolts of pain through your body, its cum coats your throat, sliding down to meet the cum that filled your stomach, cum dropped from your Uber stuffed cunt.

Then gravity hits as it drops your lifeless full body to the floor. Cum gashes from your pussy and ass as you throw up as much as possible.

They slowly start to descend back under the bed.

“Than- thank god” you pant. But as one large one slithers past, it wraps around your ankle again, dragging you back with them……

Moments after. The door opens.

Your roommate who just returned from work notices the mess, the white sticky cum covering the floor, the warm glow… the walk in investigating what may have occurred. The drop to their knees, examining the light under the bed. Then as they lean in close. One snakes around their wrist, and by the time they notice it’s too late… they drag them into ten unknown….

Leg me know if you want a part two with the roommate. Maybe with different type of tentacles, maybe a hot humanoid with tentacles attached or the ability to summon them…. Idk let me know you horny freaks.

Aoi Asahina Apologizing to her S/O After the Fourth Trial

I've always enjoyed this prompt, and decided to put my own spin on it :3

Warnings: Spoilers for Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

You stood in silence as you rode the elevator back to the first floor.

Nobody was doing or saying anything, and the tension is strong.

You knew Aoi was upset about Sakura's death, and she had every right to be. After all, they were best friends, and whenever Aoi wasn't with you, she was with her.

You tried to comfort her and had offered your support, but she insisted to be fine with a clearly forced smile.

You finally understood why she was acting so strange, since she messed with the crime scene to throw suspicion everywhere during the class trial, and get you all to cast the wrong votes, all because she wanted everyone to pay for "killing" Sakura.

You couldn't help but feel hurt. You never had any issues with Sakura, even after she was revealed as the traitor. And yet Aoi didn't think twice to try to execute you along with the others.

You weren't just hurt, you felt betrayed. Even though she apologized to everyone, it still didn't feel right.

You made it to the dorms, and you turned to look at Hina. She looked at you guiltily and slowly walked over to you and hugged you.

You wanted to enjoy the affection as you always did, but knowing what she did, it felt empty. You placed your hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her off of you before entering your dorm and closing the door.

You didn't sleep that night. There was too much on your mind and you stayed awake for long, miserable hours. It didn't help that Aoi wasn't there, cuddled up to your chest like normal.

The next morning, you saw Makoto in the hallway before heading to the dining hall. He gave you a sympathetic look and approached you.

"Hey. Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded.

"I will be." He nodded in understanding and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. You two had always been close, almost like Aoi and Sakura were. He gave you a boost of hope every time you talked, and it always made you feel so much better about the situation.

After you pulled away, you walked together to the dining hall. You saw Hina sitting at one of the tables, and she gave you a bright smile. You ignored it and sat at a different table with Makoto. You looked down at the table and Makoto gently pat your back.

Like always, you made plans to investigate the fifth floor, and after everyone left, Makoto offered to investigate with you, but you kindly refused, saying that you needed some time alone. And with that, you all went your separate ways and investigated the fifth floor.

In the hallways, you ran into Kyoko.

"Hello, (Name)." She greeted.

"Hey," you responded half-heartedly.

"Why don't we take a walk? There are some interesting spots on this floor, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out."

You wanted to refuse, but at this point, you were just going along with whatever. So you joined her as you investigated. Kyoko seemed unusually chatty, asking questions and talking to you about what she's found. Instead of having to work for it, she was making conversation for you. It seemed like she wanted to take your mind off of things, and it kind of worked.

At some point, she stopped in the hallway and turned to look at you.

"I know you're still thinking about the trial. About what Hina did."

"How could I not? She tried to kill me," you muttered bitterly.

"You have a right to be upset. Hina had a lapse in judgement, and she acted without thinking. But avoiding her isn't going to fix it. All it's doing is hurting you."

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to even talk to her after what she did? I can hardly even look her in the eyes without feeling hurt."

Kyoko thought for a moment before looking back to you.

"Do you still want things to work out between the two of you?"

"Well, yeah. Of course I do. I love her. It's just that-"

"Then that should be all you need. I can see that Hina wants to make things work as well. But it's not going to work if you don't try."

You looked away. You knew that she was right. Nothing would get solved if you didn't talk to Aoi. But something in you made you hesitate. Kyoko seemed to sense how you were feeling and looked at you.

"I know it's hard. But if you truly love her, you should talk to her. By the end of it, you can decide if you want to make things work or not. I know you can do it."

She gives you an encouraging smile before leaving the hallway. You thought over what she said. It's true, you really did love Aoi. And you did want to make it work.

With that in mind, you decided to talk to her.

30 minutes before nighttime, you heard a knock on your door. You opened it, and Aoi was standing on the other side, holding a box of donuts. She avoided your gaze, and shifted her weight onto one foot anxiously.

"Hi. Um... Can I come in?"

You silently moved to the side and allowed her to enter. She placed the donuts on the table and sat down on the bed.

"Thanks for inviting me over. I hated not talking to you."

"Yeah. Do you think you can talk first? I can't find the words yet." You asked, and her expression turned guilty.

"I'm really sorry for what I did at the class trial. I was just upset, and grieving, and... I just wasn't thinking." You spun around to look at her.

"Exactly. You weren't thinking. You didn't think about what would happen to me, or any of our friends. I didn't have any problems with Sakura, you know. Makoto didn't, Kyoko didn't. But just because Byakuya and Toko said some nasty things about her, you allowed that to guide your decision. Do you even care about us at all? About me?"

The words began pouring out as your voice was right below shouting. Now the anger you felt was shining through.

"Of course I do! I was just being dumb and letting my emotions guide me, and..."

She let out a soft sigh of resignation.

"...You're right. I wasn't thinking about you, or our friends. I was just so mad at them that I wanted to punish them. And myself, for not noticing what she was going through. But she's dead, and the trial is over. There's nothing I can do to change those things."

You felt your features soften as you looked at her. You couldn't help but feel bad for her. Perhaps you hadn't checked on her enough, and maybe if you did, she wouldn't have acted out. Maybe this was your fault too.

But she continued, causing you to snap out of her thoughts.

"But I really am sorry for what I did. I don't have an excuse. I was just really upset. You have every right to be mad at me, but I hope that you don't-"

You cut her off by hugging her, causing her to stiffen up in surprise.

"It's alright. I'm sorry too. Maybe if I checked in on you more instead of just focusing on the investigation, I would've understood your feelings, and you wouldn't have done it. I promise I'll be more attentive in the future."

"So... You don't hate me then?" She asked, and you pulled away to hold her face in your hands.

"Of course not. I could never."

You leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips, and she placed her hands on your shoulders and closed her eyes. This was the closest you've been since the trial, and you could feel how much you missed each other.

After you pulled away, you smiled at each other, and Aoi leaned against you as you held her close. Then, you shared some of her donuts before going to sleep.

Kyoko was right. You did make it work.

kokichi is roasted

The sad thing is, Kokichi really doesn't know stuff about [Homestuck]...

Welp welcome back I'll guess

["to jealousy, to being yours"]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: five (5) times you thought nobara liked maki, and the one (1) time she proved you wrong.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 5k (5,010)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: pov: you're falling in love with someone you cant have

[author's note:] hii so um HAPPY (VERY BELATED) BIRTHDAY BESTIE<33 @wenmiyun lots of hugs and kisses mwah mwah /p PLSS I'M SO SORRY I HAVE TO GIFT YOU MY SHITTY WRITING AND ESPECIALLY THIS LATE, here's my attempt of writing for nobara, i never written for jjk before so spare me the harsh criticism on their personalities </3

[warnings:] lowercase, occ nobara + other jjk characs, angst, fluff, jealousy behavior (from reader), reader really is jealous of maki, cringe humour, reader writes in (not) a diary, cursing, kiss scene, nobara is taller than reader, they/them pronouns, reader wants to be beaten up by nobara (once).

[If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.]

[GN reader]

ⅰ. (when she found maki pretty).

["dear diary, how does one cope with the intense feeling of knowing your feelings aren't reciprocated and you want to crawl in a hole and die? because I really want to crawl in a hole and die?"]

["dear diary, I don't even have a diary; I'm just writing on a piece of paper and calling it a diary to look like I actually write stuff down when really I don't."]

["dear diary, I'm feeling like a piece of shit and really overthinking this, but i think i'm 100% going to get rejected and I'm 100% going to look like an absolute fool in front of her, and I'm going to ruin our friendship in the process while I watch her get together with maki :')"]

["dear diary, imagine not being able to afford a therapist and having to resort to taking to some—"]

the sound of pencil lead being snapped, it falls to the wooden floor and magically disappears within the color of the floor. "…fucck.." you whisper curses, knowing you have to go find a sharpener, sharpen your pencil, and go back to writing in your diary (a piece of paper). what's even better is that you don't even know where the hell you're going to find a sharpener anywhere in these grounds, plus the fact that it literally took you almost 30 minutes just to find a goddamn pencil to write with—sometimes you just really question your luck in life.

you lean back on the chair, putting down the pencil on the desk beside the piece of paper. the silence in the classroom wasn't helping the debate happening inside your head—whether it was worth it to try and find a sharpener or suffer by yourself by letting this extreme surge of sadness from inside of you till you cry to the point of exhaustion. you decided you weren't going to deal with another emotional toll today.

after 15 minutes of attempting to find a sharpener, you gave up, opting to just walk around outside to hopefully soothe your troubled mind. while walking, you happened to see yuji and nobara talking to each other. walking up to them, you were to say hello to them (especially to see her) before stopping your footsteps from going forward. 

"do you find maki-san pretty?" head tilted, a child-like confusion is shown on yuji's face, facing towards the person in question, nobara.

intuitively, you hid behind a pillar to not be spotted by them. your ears are now caught in interest; you wanted—no, needed—to know her answer. your heart rate is picking up its pace, beating, and pounding so loudly in your chest that it almost feels like you're about to jump and escape into her arms. your smile couldn't be contained as it slowly grew and grew until it reached your ears, making you look like a fool in love (you very much are).

"hah? where did that question come from?" crossing her arms at her chest, taking a defensive stance to the question being thrown at her, she raises a brow at yuji's question. "just curious; you kind of look at maki differently, i guess?" with a convincingly straight face, yuji remains unbothered by the defensive stance nobara takes in response to his question, "so do you find-" 

"of course I'd find maki-san pretty," she answered, very quick and brief, cutting yuji off before he could even finish his attempt at repeating the question, almost like she's certain—confident even in her answer, which she just told to yuji.

that answer alone was enough to make your wide smile turn into a frown in a matter of seconds. you felt like crying; you could feel your eyes tearing up. staying here and watching the two of them talk was only going to worsen your mood, so you walked away on slightly shaking legs. wiping the tears that have now appeared, you've lost the determination to find that goddamn sharpener.

"but what abou-"

"but.." nobara cuts off yuji again, though he doesn't seem to be bothered by it, sending blank stares as he waits for her to continue on. nobara finishes, in a hushed and quiet tone, "(name) is definitely the prettiest."

ⅱ. (when she had fighting sessions with maki)

you were on edge, high on anticipation, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you sit at the end of your seat, watching from the sidelines as nobara and maki practice fighting each other to pass the time. you silently cheered on for nobara with absolute bias; despite the winner of this fighting match being as clear as day (it's maki), you still cheered on for nobara, for her. 

the way she moved and dodged every attack maki made towards her, the way she gripped very tightly onto her weapon in hand, every swift and duck she did, every twist and turn her body did—she somehow made all of them so goddamn alluring. your eyes were stuck to her like glue, watching her every move just like maki except not out of caution and with the intent to defeat her but because of how breathless you were from watching from afar. her scrunched-up face when she struggles, those displays of frustration and smug grins when she's trying to disguise her pain—all these things about her are what made you drawn to her. even when everything else around you is hectic and chaotic, your eyes will search and search till they land on her. somehow, in some way, your eyes always manage to find her.

maki-san was lucky, you thought as your eyes continued to be stuck on nobara, slowly blurring out the rest of the fight scene and just focusing on her and her alone. she gets a front-row view of nobara, gets to hang out with her, and has the honor of being someone she admires and someone she respects. maki-san doesn't know how lucky she is, you thought again, this time feeling more envy—perhaps even showing it on your face with how much it boils inside of you. controlling your facial expressions when you finally snapped out of that jealousy haze you were momentarily in, remembering how you got caught making a face around maki as she got you to snap out by asking you directly if there was something on her face. you didn't want to be caught again by her suspicious gaze. who knows what she'll do when she gets so pissed that she starts beating you up?

if you were being honest, you'd much rather prefer nobara beating you up; if the roles of the fight were reversed and you were in the fight instead of maki-san, you would be in paradise. multiple times already have you been utterly bested in a fight against nobara and every single time she would have that victory smirk plastered on her face, it never failed to set you in a frenzy state.

"haah, i wasn't even close," nobara said in defeat as she sat on the grass, exhausted. taking heavy and deep breaths, the rise and fall of her chest prove the amount of air the fight took out of her.

"heh, you did better than last time; i'll say that," maki says as she extends her hand towards the tired nobara, offering to help her get back on her feet.

taking the help, she reached for maki's hand, and upon contact, maki pulled her back up. when the two locked eyes, there's a new-found twinkle in nobara's eyes, seeing as maki just complimented her. "wah!? really, maki-san!?" 

perhaps you were in a daze for far too long, for the fighting match had already ended with maki-san being the victor, of course. you stared at them from a distance as they continued to converse with one another. you could feel your face contort into an expression—you're not sure what kind of expression you were making exactly. though you couldn't hear their conversation, you could see their expressions and faces change as the talk between them went on. they looked like they're having a lot of fun, you thought, especially her; the thought persists to drill into your brain. feeling sick in your stomach, you stood up from your seat and walked off, not wanting to look at the scene of them happily talking any longer. maybe writing in that diary (piece of paper) will cheer you up.

"did you do better because they were watching?" maki raised an eyebrow at nobara, smirking slightly as she watched the ginger-haired girl get flustered by her question.

"h-how did you-"

"it's not rocket science; it's more clear than the curses i see without my glasses," maki commented bluntly while also cutting nobara mid-sentence. although what she said was true, it was a blow to nobara's pride as she was doing everything she didn't want to do: being obvious about how she feels towards you.

ⅲ. (when she smiled at maki and maki smiled at her back)

gojo satoru, your sensei, had a plan for all the first years and second years to go to the beach this sunday, saying how it's a good time to take a break and relax from our student responsibilities and enjoy our youth, or something along those lines and while most of them were reluctant to go (because it was gojo sensei's idea, you could never trust what he's planning about, plus he is a moron) somehow—and miraculously so, managed to convince everyone, including you, to join in on the trip.

contrary to your initial expectations about the trip, it's pretty fun (good job sensei!), for the first time in quite a while, you felt relaxed. something you haven't felt in what, weeks? months? in you convince yourself enough you might even believe it has been years since you've felt the tension leave your body. not only was the view of the beautiful sunset amazing but everything else around you too. the cool wind kissing your face as your hair flows in the air, the splashing of waves against the shore, the distant noise of birds chirping as they fly above you, the loud laughter of your upperclassmen and friends as they have fun chasing each other in the sand. this was pure bliss.

getting bored of the sunset view you turned your head to face your upperclassmen and friends doing their usual antics onto each other, gaining a small smile and a short-lived laugh out of you. as your eyes start to drift away from the sight of your friends, it naturally searches for nobara, for her. once it does finds her, there's a split second of your eyes widening in joy before returning back to your neutral face as you notice who she's with, maki, again. you turn your head away to try and be subtle but still keep an eye on them, from your peripheral vision you could see nobara sending maki a smile and maki sends her a small smile in return, they look happy together, you thought— sometimes you wish that was you instead, standing by her side, smiling and happily by her side. deep down you know that will never happen.

while you weren't looking, nobara took (not so) tiny and small glances at your direction, the view she had of your side profile was perfect, the effect of the sunset on you made a smile on her face, realizing how beautiful you were and all the little facial features you had she hasn't noticed yet. she would stare at you for hours and hours on end, for seeing your face was already a miracle for her.

ⅳ. (when she looks for matching bracelets with maki)

the bustling city outside the borders of tokyo jujutsu high wasn't the kind of environment you would choose to spend your free time in; you'd much prefer staying inside your dorm and sleeping or playing games on your phone, but you were invited by nobara herself (and being the desperate fool you are, you would take any chances and opportunities to spend some quality time with her). you're currently waiting in front of some cafe, sitting on one of their outside tables and chairs, for nobara and maki to arrive.

sure, you weren't too happy that maki would be accompanying you two (you deeply and desperately wished it was just you two hours prior; does the world really hate you that much?) but you weren't going to let that fact bother you. no, you weren't. maki-san is a great person, a great friend of nobara, and someone she admires. you just want to control your jealousy around her. mentally prepare talking to yourself as you await their arrival. you pray that you don't appear weird or crazy with how sometimes you accidentally slip out curses out of your mouth. you don't need to make a fool of yourself this early in the day.

minutes have passed, and you could see two familiar silhouettes appearing in your line of sight, walking towards the cafe you're waiting at. you start waving at them to show you were already here, and they wave back as their figures slowly get clearer and bigger in your line of sight. "wow.. you look great, (name)!" your eyes widen at nobara's positive comment on your outfit; it wasn't anything special, just the clothes you usually wear when you go out, except with a little more style. there's no way you're going to underdress when she's going to show up. "heh.. thanks! you look great too! and- maki-san as well!" you can feel your hands sweat a little, giving out a nervous smile. you compliment her back (you wanted to say more) while also not forgetting to mention maki as well. just so you don't seem rude and impolite.

maki hummed in acknowledgement of your comment. "you're not bad yourself, (name)," she says. you know maki isn't one to sugarcoat, so it was good to be affirmed that you didn't look bad.

"now, which store should we check out first?"

hours have passed, and the three of you have gone into at least three stores, which felt like a blast to you. never has walking around big malls and looking through hundreds of different kinds and sets of clothing been this fun and exciting. bags, and bags have filled the majority of your hands. you three walked together, chatting along while trying to look for more stores to shop at. finally settling on a small shop down the street that sells handmade bracelets.

"this one suits you, maki-san!" nobara exclaimed, giving the bracelet to maki for her to try on, and when maki put the bracelet on, her eyes beamed as she said something about finding more bracelets to buy for the three of you guys.

as you watched them pick out bracelets from the ones displayed, you stared at them from a distance. watching them closely, not even caring to be subtle about your staring as you feel a certain familiar feeling start boiling up inside you. even then, you continued to watch them, your hands no longer picking up bracelets to try on as they remained still by your side. they look so nice together. though, as you know, that was intended to be sarcasm, the enviousness' grew and grew by milliseconds, not just towards maki but to everything. why was it always maki-san with her? why is it that she gets to be with her the most? why couldn't maki-san be replaced by you? why couldn't that be you?

"how about you, (name)? did you find one you like?" nobara's voice pulls you out of your daze. she was now staring straight at you, causing you to crumble inside within seconds. the jealousy and envy feeling inside faded as she had you now in a more giddy state. you swallowed a lump down your throat to hopefully increase your chances of not sounding like a nervous wreck.

"uh- sorry, haven't found one yet.. plus i need to go.." you try to politely leave, seeing as you might just ruin the whole hangout if your jealousy gets in the way. better to just leave then to cause trouble for everyone else. "you're leaving already?" nobara raised an eyebrow at your mention of departure. not that she was surprised, as she knew your energy levels were different compared to hers; it was just that this was way too early for you to leave, usually whenever you guys hang out.

"yeah.. bye!"

"..see ya (name)!"

rushing to leave your footsteps fasten as you basically speed walk away from them, without saying a word, you left. not even looking back once.

"you think (name) will like this bracelet?" holding up a purple color scheme bead bracelet between her fingers, she inspects it—almost like she's imagining how it would look on your wrist. "or would they like this one better?" she said, holding up another bead bracelet in her other hand between her fingers; this time it was a blue color scheme. giving the bracelet the same look she gave it with the other one.

"i think they would like anything you give to them," maki replied, rather sure of her words. while she doesn't know the nature of how deep your relationship is with nobara, she can tell it was a close bond. "..you think so?" whispering, her orange gaze softens as she eyes the bracelets in two of her hands. maki observes the girl; the aura around her feels tender, like she got dragged into feeling such a sentimental scene. "you know, if you can't decide, you can just buy both." just then, a light bulb lit up inside nobara's head.

she did, in fact, buy both bracelets; of course, both bracelets had a pair.

ⅴ. (when she said she loved maki)

"i love you."

that was the last nail hammered on the coffin, and god, does it fucking hurt so much? it felt like your whole heart just died, got shot where it hurt the most, and bled and bled till nothing was left behind. your heart bled for nothing; it loved for nothing; you hoped and prayed for nothing. this was the upcoming downfall you warned yourself about over and over again, yet you still fell for it. you still fell for the false hopes you deluded yourself into having, making yourself think you had any slim chance of getting your feelings reciprocated. how stupid—how stupid of you to believe in anything.

the world around you blurs out: the sounds of people talking and chatting, the walking and running footsteps of hundreds and thousands of strangers, the chirping of birds, the engines of vehicles, and such driving on the road—it is all just one blurry background to you. one that your brain cannot process, one that your brain doesn't want to process, because every fiber and tissue in your being is wishing right now to be swallowed whole by a curse and crushed into countless pieces to the point of no recognition. you wish to be erased, removed, eradicated, disintegrated—anything that could make you disappear from this world—from her. just by hearing her name in your head makes you want to go fucking insane.

perhaps it was your fault for being so nosy and wanting to take a peek at the note that has been placed on nobara's desk. if only you weren't so desperate for any confirmation of her feelings, if only you stayed content with how things are with her, you wouldn't have to get hurt this badly. the letter that was on her desk was a love letter, and you could still remember how your heart picked up pace, giving you an anxious feeling in your gut after such a discovery. slowly and nervously opening up the folded letter, you instantly knew whose handwriting it was—it was nobara's. you read and read, then you put down the letter and walked away, trying to hold back your tears from falling out. you weren't even able to read the whole thing because you knew who it was for. it was for maki.

you hated how she talked about how pretty maki was—the prettiest even—how she loved those fighting sessions she had with her, how beautiful she looked as she watched the sunset go down, and how she bought matching bracelets thinking of her. every word written in the letter screamed maki, maki, maki, maki.. not you.

you locked yourself in your room, crashing forcefully onto the bed. you lay there motionless, almost like you're dead. well, perhaps you are dead; a part of you is gone, erased, eradicated. there's a certain numbness in your tongue yet an overwhelming sense of sadness in your head that you just can't get rid of.

["dear diary, I feel like shit; i look like shit; what's even the point? clearly,  she doesn't like me; why am I still pursuing?"]

["dear diary, i'm so mad at myself; i want to scream so badly, but it's like there's this rock somewhere in my mouth stopping me from letting it all out—shit, shit, i'm cryin' now."]

suddenly, a knock on your door reaches your ears, pulling you out of your head. the energy to walk up and open the door is non-existent, as you just want to lay down and not get up. you only do so when you hear a familiar voice outside of your room.

"(name)? can we talk?" her voice is a bit muffled due to being on the other side of the door, but you could still hear her as clearly as day. she sounded concerned, which in turn made you concerned too. what did she want to talk about? did you do something wrong? did you accidentally make her mad? panic settles in, and questions start flooding in your mind. you got up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening just slightly to take a peek outside, and there she was, standing outside your room.

"hey.." you tried putting effort into your greeting, but it just came out very tired. making it up for the tired greeting, you gave a small smile. you could see from the small opening of the door that she gave a small smile back to you. you opened the door wide for her, letting her into your room so that the conversation between you two would remain private.

"you saw the letter...?" she looked in disbelief as she said that, the kind of look you would give to someone who you didn't want to see what they just saw. was the love letter for maki supposed to be a secret? "..you mean the letter for maki-san? yeah, but i didn't take a peek," you lied, somehow saying that lie was much easier to breathe at the moment. god, just mentioning her name in your mouth was enough to have you breakdown, but you needed to be strong; you needed to put up a front long enough for you to be alone and die from heartbreak.

"for maki-san? the letter is not for maki-san.." confusion was evident on her face; seeing her reaction made you confused as well. was the letter really not for maki-san? you thought. were you wrong about the letter being for maki-san? you thought again.

"..the letter was for you, (name)!"

"..what? wait! you like me!?"

"yes!"

you two stared at each other in shock as confusion faded away while the confession settled slowly in your mind. she likes you, not maki-san; she likes you and not maki-san; surely this might be a dream—no way she actually likes you back. there's just no way it's possible.

"i like you (name)," sounding more sure of herself, the slight furrowed of her eyebrows, her lips being in a straight line, her eyes showing fear, nervousness, and anticipation all in one, the trembling of her hands—you could see her waiting patiently for your answer. this was enough to tell you that this was real; her confession was real and sincere.

"..i like you too."

ⅰ. (when her lips touched yours, in uttermost passion)

she was so pretty up close—way too pretty, in fact—that she left you stunned—so stunned that you don't even realize really just how close she actually was. you can feel her breath on your lips and your cheeks heating up. enchanted by her and her beauty, you can no longer restrain yourself anymore. slowly sneaking your arms around her neck, resting them on her shoulders, you gently push her closer to you, all the while trying to hide your eagerness. noticing your behavior changed, she grins—grabbing your waist in her hands to keep you from potentially moving away from her; she doesn't want to let you go (not that you would do such a thing; clearly from your actions, you don't want to let her go either). inch by inch, little by little, the space between you two disappears as seconds pass by. just as you're about to get the luxury of kissing her, she diverts her head to the side of your head; instead of kissing your lips, she kisses underneath your ear instead.

surprised by her bold action, you let out a squeak, that scarlet color of red spreading through your cheeks and ears, shutting your eyes due to the embarrassment you feel—you can feel the soft touch her kisses emit on your skin. tingling every nerve in your nervous system, causing your whole body to tremble tremendously, and not being able to do anything but let her continue pressing gentle kisses underneath your ear is a blissful moment for you, one you don't want to end.

alas, you felt the loss of her lips on your skin, the creeping feeling of disappointment shown on your facials when you frowned when she pulled away. she notices the change in your mood and is flashing a smug expression back at your frown. "aww... what's wrong? you have quite the long face.." she teased, letting out a little laugh as she spoke. moving one of her hands from your waist to your cheek, she gently caressed it with her thumb, moving it slowly in different patterns and shapes. even as she teases you, that glint of tenderness in her eyes gives your heart a fast-pumping rhythm, just like the many times before she's made your heartbeat hasten.

"..i want to kiss you!" you quietly yet boldly declare right to her face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted to show how much you want—no, you need for her lips to be on yours. after so much restraint and yearning, you deserve at least this much. plus, with how close her lips are to you, how could you not want to kiss her?

you could see her eyes slightly widen at your demand, surprised by your unexpected newfound confidence and boldness, cheeks go slightly red after really processing what you've just said, and she can feel the breath in her throat go away as soon as she tries to speak. "l-like, right now!?" hating the way she stutters, especially in front of someone as pretty as you, the tremble of her lips tells you enough of what she's really feeling right now. "yes, if that's okay with you," you reply, not wanting to force her into something she didn't want to do.

"no! it's..it's okay."

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure (name).."

"are you really sure..?"

"yes, i'm totally sure."

"...okay" you say, not necessarily believing her but still taking her word for it. unwrapping your arms around her neck, you put your grip on her uniform, pulling her even closer to you than before, making her feel your nervous breath on her lips and hers on yours. "..are you ready?" showing your uncertainty in her consent to let you kiss her. you wanted to be ultimately sure that she wanted this too and that this wasn't one-sided by any means possible. "always" she smiled, rather softly and not the smug kind you were expecting. she always had such a dominating aura in your eyes; the way she presented herself wherever she was and the confidence she carries always made your legs buckle and your heart throb.

you went on your tippy toes, making yourself slightly taller than your original height to help you close the gap between your lips better. in your opinion, the lack of space between you two would have made you shiver in distress had it been anyone else that was in her position; she was not anyone else; no, she was the exception. the only way you would let this close to you personally (and literally), she was very, very special indeed.

she must have grown impatient because, as soon as you moved just an inch towards her face, she moved her lips onto yours. her eyes were closed when she went in for the kiss; you, however, were in a state of shock, like time had frozen still, leaving you somewhat paralyzed in the palms of her hands, temporarily helpless as you finally reap what you've sowed for such a very long time. the kiss was nothing grand; the best way you could describe the kiss shared between you two was a peck on the lips. it was very clear that neither of you two had any sort of experience with romance, let alone intimacy. this was probably the first kiss you two were going to have, and god, it felt really good.

"............"

"............"

"...wow, that was so hot."

"yeah? really?"

"yeah, really hot, like really, really hot."

"..do you want another one?"

"..hell yeah"

you kissed her one last time, just to make sure none of this wasn't a dream—it wasn't; not one bit was a dream. her lips are reality, her hands touching your cheeks are reality, her being yours is reality, and you being hers is reality. all of this is reality, and goddamn, it feels so fucking good.

["dear diary, FUCK YOU, I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND NOW!!"]

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