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     You silently watch as Tendou bounces here and there, blocking the spikes happily with what he claimed as his new move; The Meteorite. Every once in a while, the red head would turn his head to you with very sparkly eyes and asking out loud whether you see what he did or not. Every time he asks, you would simply give him a thumbs up; to which he happily bounces to.        You then turn your glance elsewhere, none other than Ushijima. Four months ago, you had promised him to give an answer to his confession; and you're doing all you can to know him. The fact that he even opens up to you helps to know him better, too.        From the cour

Being surrounded by drunk, sweaty people in a dimly-lit room was never your favourite pastime. What you hated even more was being forced to a bar with your friend, only to be left behind as she drank more shots than you ever thought imaginable before going off for a “good time” with some random stranger. You couldn’t remember why you were even friends with her in the first place. You swore this was going to be the last time you ever agreed to go to a bar with her, no matter how much she begged and pleaded. Oh, and the reason you couldn’t leave? Your friend was drunk. She needed a ride home. You were her ride home.

    (Name) took a deep breath as she stepped off the bus. The cool wall of air caused a slight shiver as she left the heated bus. They had finally arrived in Tokyo after the long trip. She held two blankets in her hands, one that she and Wakatoshi eventually ended up using as well, and one that Taichi hogged to himself. The city was draped in darkness, but the light of the city seemed to make it seem awake. Tokyo was nothing like Miyagi. (Name) of course was already aware of this. It had been an entire year since she came home. She wondered how her grandparents and parents were doing. She gave one last glance to the direction of her childhood

    He bit the tip of his pen as he became more and more frustrated. You looked so familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He swore he knew you, but couldn't remember from where. Was it from a tv show? Maybe a magazine, you were gorgeous after all. You sat in the lecture hall with a tired, calm look on your face as your giant oversized sweater hung off your body. He continued to look you up and down until the shorter boy next to him (Which he recently became acquainted with through volleyball) elbowed him in the stomach.     “Dude, what are you doing, it’s literally the 3rd day and you’re checking out girls?&#

    (Name) hated this. This was the reason she didn’t hang out with Wakatoshi and Reon tonight. Wakatoshi’s been texting her nonstop however, asking all sorts of questions about inter-high, and honestly, it was getting annoying. (Name) laid in her bed with a heating pad to her stomach, she just wanted to curl up and sleep, but she was afraid Wakatoshi would text her with another question and he would get worried when she didn’t text back. If he came to her dorm it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She could use his company right now. She didn’t notice a knock on her dorm’s front door. Her new roommate, a fi

     The first years crashed in Reon’s and Wakatoshi’s dorm after the meeting. Each of them was heartbroken and disappointed in themselves. Each was silent, and each was a sweaty mess. Satori laid on the floor while Eita and Hayato were leaning against the couch while sitting on the floor. Wakatoshi was laying on the couch as he glared at nothing. Reon had sunk into the beanbag chair. They hadn’t seen (Name) at the meeting, and they were slightly concerned that she was mad at them.     “Hey, Wakatoshi, have you tried texting her?” Satori suggested as he barely lifted his head from the floor. Reon looked up at h

    God this was annoying. You didn’t even want to go to this school, and god were your grades showing it. Your dad was pissed, to say the least. He had called you to his large imposing office while you visited home. The walls were lined with all sorts of books and delicate law books that were older than you were. He had a cabinet that was filled with fragile trinkets that each cost a pretty penny. Photos from your childhood rested on the large wooden desk that your father sat at. The floor was covered by a large red rug that you knew he imported from Turkey. A large portrait of your grandfather hung behind him, glaring down at you like

    As the train arrives in Tokyo, the first years begin to look around. (Name) seemed to somewhat know the city.     “Hey, (Name), have you ever been to Tokyo?” Satori suddenly asks. His wide eyes were focused on anything and everything.     “Yup, my parents live here.” Satori gawked.     “So this is like home turf?!” He continues to prod and (Name) smiles. “So why did you go to a school so far away from home then?”     “Home is… awkward.” (name) leaves off the rest. Wakatoshi senses (Name)’s hesitance. Eita does as well and gives Satori a quick glare before faci

 The morning was crisp. The birds were barely making their morning calls, and the dew from last night’s storms was still soaking the grass. The squeaking of outdoor shoes fell in a rhythm with low toned chattering. Tired voices talked aimlessly. “And that’s when she slammed the door, man it was scary.” Tendou remarked. The other first years were all enthralled in his story. Their bleary eyes focused just barely on his spiked red hair. “And she was just able to push Ushijima out of the way like that? Impressive.” Semi comments. Ohira nods. “Yeah, most girls can’t even speak to him, let alone