Story World

Yes, I am writing again.. but still really slowly!!! ^-^

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 13 has been uploaded~

I am really sorry that it took so long. I have been stuck at so many scenes, since it is my very first time writing something like this. But, I wanted to grow my writing capabilities so, I decided to push myself out of my comfort zone... I just hope the result doesn’t disappoint too much. 

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I'll treasure them! 《 Azul Ashengrotto 》

A short fic about Yuu (gender-neutral) going back to their home and Azul coming to send them off. (ft. The Leech Twins) (Can be considered either platonic or romantic, based on your own preferences)

"Tell me you're joking!", it was Azul who had burst into the Ramshackle Dorm, straight up to my room. It was unusual for him to not knock on the door first.

I was startled for a moment. But, seeing that it was just Azul, I relaxed. He, on the other hand, was quite different from the routine.

"I would have to go back home one day or another", I stated, packing up all of the gifts and stuff that I had received from everyone. 

There was a strange excitement about getting to see my family and old friends after so long. But. There was a bitter and lonely feeling about leaving behind these new friends that I had made. They were also my family now.

"Why...? You can stay here always", Azul reasoned. I turned around to face him. His clear blue eyes had always been beautiful. 

"Azul..", I felt a sudden overwhelming sadness, looking at him. Ofcourse, I didn't want to leave him. 

"Azul. That's not how you should say goddbye. We talked about letting Yuu-San depart with a smile, right?", it was Jade who spoke, with a gentle worried expression. 

"I don't want you to go", Azul said. I could see moisture forming in his eyes, "I don't want it. Please stay here. I'll give you all of the happiness in this world and yours combined."

"I don't doubt that at all", I said, "You have already made me plenty happy just by being yourself."

"Come on, Azul~ You're making it harder for Shrimpy~", Floyd said, standing beside his brother.

"Floyd is right. This'll only make the moment more painful to bear. Be a good boy, and let's send Yuu-San back home nicely, so that all of the happy memories that we made together don't turn into sad ones", Jade added and patted Azul's shoulder.

"I am not that good, you know, I am selfish, scheming and bad! I want you to stay", he said with his voice cracking. He felt deeply and I loved that about him. Tears rolled down his clear skin.

"Deep down you are caring, capable and reliable. I'll miss you! But I hope you'll live a happy life", I said stroking his tear strained cheeks.

"I can't! Without you.."

"We made so many memories together! You'll always be in my heart and I hope I'll be in yours", I  put on the best ever smile, the one that only he was allowed to see.

Azul saw in my eyes, then let out a sigh. He wiped off his eyes with a handkerchief and smiled. He was strong, I knew.

"I'll treasure them! And I'll definitely find a way to get to you", I knew the moment he said those words that he would. That's the sort of man he was!

"I'll be waiting for you then", I smiled at him as I glanced at the leech twins, "You better take good care of him and don't let him overwork himself!"

"Yes ofcourse!", the twins smiled warmly. 

Hope you liked it~ This idea had been in my mind for a long time, but I couldn't find the time to actually write it down. If you liked it, please let me know via tags or comments ~

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hiiragi Kureto/Hiiragi Shinya, Hiiragi Mahiru/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Seishirou/Hiiragi Shinya, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren Characters: Hiiragi Shinya, Hiiragi Kureto, Hiiragi Mahiru, Hiiragi Seishirou, Hiiragi Shinoa Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, More of that stuff but i already warned you, Fem!Shinya, Arranged Marriage, one sided Hiiragi shinya/ichinose guren, Longing, guren will eventually feel something for her Summary:

“How blessed it truly is, to stumble upon a soul that wants nothing but smiles and sunshine for you, for the rest of your life.”

(A fem! Shinya fanfic.)

He crossed the room to be by her side and said in an authoritative voice, “You do realise that this marriage is only for the future of the Hiiragi clan?”

Shinya nodded. Her heart caught in her throat. Kureto went on, “I’ll go along with it, for that is my duty. But, don’t expect me to be all romantic and stuff”, with that he turned to leave.

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Taking Back Autumn, Chapter 5

YO WHAT IS UP YA’LL GUYS WHO HAS A WHOLE BRAINCELL AND took about a month to complete one chapter….me! ^^’ I’m super duper sorry for the delay, personal events got in the way, but so did my general procrastination, and it really shouldn’t have-so without further ado, the fifth chapter of my collab with the (super tolerant and wonderful in general) @kingslance​!

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Through Heaven and Hell /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Haizaki left the Kidou Talent Agency’s property, refusing to look up from the pavement as he passed the world by. Or maybe it was just the few streets that he passed between the audition hall and his home district. The streets would be quiet there now, and anyone on them had seen him around often enough to have quit staring by now-and that always calmed him down. Otherwise, people did stare, for a variety of reasons: they’d seen him on stage, whispered about him in the streets, or had heard of how the Devil Of The Stage had donned his horns…and lost them.

Years ago, Haizaki had joined Seishou’s school band before it had so much as a name. They were only young fools, playing around with instruments to pass the time. Some of them joined because it was a way to hang out with friends after school. Some of them joined, and actually tried to teach themselves music with youtube videos and online tips. Haizaki joined because he didn’t want to go home before his mother came, too. 

His father was always home.

Thus Haizaki chose not to be.

Akane had always been more serious about music-a saving grace during weekends, or other holidays when he couldn’t count on school to be a hiding place, was listening to Akane practice with her flute. She was only their landlord’s daughter, but Akane made herself comfortable with everyone almost instantly, and Haizaki was inclined to believe that it was just how some people were: carrying music in their breath, and light in their footsteps while preforming even the most mundane tasks.

Whether it was lazing around on grass fields, or riding their bicycles outside of town, Akane would greet every new day with an agenda, a motive; a reason to keep living and experiencing the world. That alone impressed Haizaki to no end.

“The gods made everything for a reason!”, she would always say, “They didn’t make everything just so we could ignore it-c'mon, let’s go to the riverside today!”

Haizaki was never religious himself. The gods had never helped him, and so he had never bothered himself with them, either. But Akane would whisper a prayer as they left, and as soon as they came back. Wherever they went, whatever they did, she always bought her flute, and her smile. She always bought him hopes, and dreams.

She didn’t deserve to lose the National Battle of the Bands six years ago.

Her own dreams, her own hopes, were as hopelessly shattered as her hands were, just before the semi-finals.

The hands that she had raised to the gods had come down empty, and Haizaki had yet to see the heavens weep for it.

“The gods made everything for a reason!”

Why did they make her eyes go dark?  Why did they let her drown in the darkness he’d lived in before she’d knocked on the door?

If all of Heaven was against Akane achieving her dream, then Haizaki would side with Hell and take the music world by storm himself.

But no one at Seishou ever understood. They didn’t understand why Haizaki fumbled to practice with every instrument from a bass to a trumpet, to try and find one that spoke to him. They didn’t understand why he was suddenly so feverishly obsessed with becoming better. They didn’t understand why bleeding fingers and wrist pain had to become a norm.

Kidou Yuuto understood.

Kidou Yuuto came into Haizaki’s world almost as suddenly as Akane did-complete with a perspective changing view of the world and what it held for him. It had been common news that last year’s winners of the Battle of the Bands was temporarily parting ways to revolutionize music for the rest of Japan, but the Absolute Commander of the Stage’s arrival at Seishou was complete shock-even for Mizukamiya, and he was the leader of the music club.

At first, his arrival rubbed Haizaki the wrong way-did the Youth Music Association really think they needed help from some outsider? Well-truth be told, if Haizaki’s numerous arguments with everyone in the club were much to go by, they did need a motivator. But not some-some glorified babysitter for the others to apologize to after Haizaki set them right while they wasted time in the studio! Throughout these encounters, Kidou watched him carefully. And while his back was turned, Haizaki could feel the composer’s eyes on him.

He didn’t care enough to respond.

After all, people stared at him all the time, for various reasons.

Kidou Yuuto however, wasn’t a gossip or a mindless listener-and proved himself as such one day.

“That’s not right.” Haizaki looked up from the violin he was attempting to hold correctly. “What?” “That’s not right.” “I know I’m holding it wrong. Move along.” “No, that’s not what I mean.” “Then tell me what you do mean, and leave me alone.” “Of course. I apologize for interrupting your session, by the way, Haizaki-san.” “Just Haizaki is fine.” “Alright, Haizaki-san.”

Haizaki sighed then. This was going to long day if he didn’t get rid of this guy.

“What were about to tell me, anyways?”, he asked, getting to the point rather than nurture the thought of a headache after dealing with this person.

“Just that the violin really doesn’t seem to be your type”, Kidou responded, shrugging, “You want to see results that come from you being in control, not some extra peice of wood with a string.”

Haizaki raised an eyebrow, and Kidou took this as a prompt to go on.

“You make me think of someone else I know-someone who was lost and confused in the world of sound, and didn’t know where he fit into it”, Kidou paused then, and cleared his throat. Like he’d said something he didn’t mean to, Haizaki realized. So even the Absolute Commander of the Stage had his weaknesses.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but this music club doesn’t have a keyboard, does it?”, he changed the subject, looking around. Mizukamiya, who had kept an eye on them when Kidou walked up to him, came over.

“No, Kidou-san, I don’t think we do”, the singer thought for a moment, “We could always order one, though-I’m sure the principal wouldn’t mind, given our performance in the Battle of the Bands this year.”

“I see”, Kidou nodded, “Meanwhile, would it be suitable for you to teach Haizaki basics for piano?”

Mizukamiya was taken aback, but smiled. “It would.”

Mizukamiya was known to most of Japan as a singer-but he’d practiced piano as a child, and knew enough to instruct Haizaki. Mizukamiya was also known to be a parent friend, through and through-and Haizaki was soon to learn exactly why so. He couldn’t figure out why Mizukamiya would seek him out during lunch break to talk about classes, ask about his day, or even invite him to hang out in the evenings-but he knew that the singer’s smile was sincere. And that was all that mattered.

(Haizaki had seen enough fake grins and forced friendliness to know it when he saw it.)

When Haizaki’s keyboard arrived a week later, and Mizukamiya’s demeanor towards him didn’t change, Haizaki thought to ask him why. After Mizukamiya’s answer-consisting of a shake of the head and another one of those terrifying, sincere smiles-Haizaki went back to his tea, while his companion stirred more sugar into his own.

A few weeks later, everything began to fall into place: Seishou Academy’s music club was to preform at a park-this time, with an extra person on stage. Haizaki practiced the parts he had in each song ritualistically. He talked to Akane every single day about every detail of his role in the concert. And Haizaki swears that, once or twice, he saw Kidou’s eyes through those goggles-and saw nothing but pride reflected back. He didn’t want to lose that.

The park wasn’t packed-maybe a hundred in the crowd, tops. That was fine with everyone else-evidently, their clientele numbers were always on the lower side-this time it was a little higher due to some prestige gained during the Battle of the Bands. Mizukamiya, probably tired of watching Haizaki ricochet between yelling at band members and skulking a around backstage, sat him down on the stairs leading up to their stand. Haizaki tapped the floor with his foot impatiently, now alternating between checking his watch and glaring at the floor.

“Haizaki.” The musician glanced up. “You’ve been preparing for this role for two months, why are you so unsure-?” “You don’t understand!” “Enlighten me, then.” “I can’t!” Mizukamiya shook his head, and looked ahead-a cat had Orio’s trumpet, and Sasotsuka was chasing it.

“The gods made everything for a reason, Haizaki”, he said, and Haizaki’s head jerked up to look at him, “ They made you turn to the music club, they made Kidou-san see through to what you needed, and even gave me an oppurtunity to understand you.”

For a moment, Haizaki forgot about the first part of Mizukamiya’s speech. “Understand…me?” “Yes.” “What’s there to understand?”

Mizukamiya laughed then, and smiled.

“You’d be surprised”, he said, evidently entertained. Before Haizaki could ask him what in hell’s name that meant, Masamichi, drumsticks in hand, came to inform them that it was time to hit the stage.

Haizaki could feel whispers and eyes on every square inch if himself as soon as the curtains parted-less than a hundred people suddenly felt like more than a thousand. Haizaki looked around instinctively for some form of familiarity or comfort-Kidou was in the crowd, watching over them, and Mizukamiya’s back was turned to him as he addressed the crowd.

For the first time since Kidou confronted him in the studio that day, Haizaki was alone again, completely alone…besides his keyboard, that is. His last companion throughout the past two months, the ticket to a better future-one without loneliness, without feeling empty, without feeling useless.

And so, the concert began.

Word spread like wildfire, and with it, Haizaki’s reputation-especially since Seishou had adopted a more rough side of music for the concert to accommodate to his playing style. He even had a title now, if the magazines were anything to go by: “The Devil of the Stage”. It was annoying, but it was what he got. His new role in the school band wasn’t without its road humps, however. Fights broke out between Haizaki and the other members; despite gaining more and more respect throughout japan now, they were still acting the same! Aloof! Uncaring! It was like they didn’t even care that they were now favorites for the National Battle of the Bands that year-!!

“That’s enough, both of you.”

Mizukamiya would always diffuse the situation. Kidou only ever watched. Orio growled and turned to Mizukamiya.

“But Saotome’s close to tears here, for crying out loud!”-Orio now pointed to Haizaki- “He’s been like that since day one-!”

“Orio-kun, please, I’ve talked to all of you about this before-” “You said he’d probably calm down a little after a while-its been three whole weeks!”

The rest of the club shuffled and murmured in agreement. Haizaki payed them no mind.

After all, Mizukamiya understood him now.

“I…”, the singer looked around the room, then to Kidou.

Didn’t he?

Kidou kept his gaze to the walls-this was a matter for Seishou to solve.

“Haizaki…?”

Haizaki only looked up at Mizukamiya to indicate his attention.

“Can I ask why you argued with Saotome-kun?” “Because he kept throwing his flute around-or using it as a drumstick, or-!” “And why was that unfavorable for you?” “He could have broken it, or damaged it, and then-!!”

“I-I was just having fun! I-”, Saotome interjected shakily, “I like playing in this band as much as you do-all of us do!”

“Then be more serious about it!” “Haizaki-!” “Mizukamiya, you know exactly what I mean! They mess around in the studio more than practice-!” “Please, Haizaki-!”

The rest of the people in the club room turned and bent over something-a notepad and pen, by the sound  of it. Haizaki simply turned away himself and payed them no mind-what were they doing now, doodling? Writing him an angry letter?

But Mizukamiya didn’t hesitate, and pelted across the room to them, speaking to one band member at a time-to no apparent avail. All he got for his efforts were shaking heads, and sad expressions.

Whatever.

“Haizaki, do you know what they’re doing?”, Kidou finally spoke, coming up right next to Haizaki. When he didn’t respond, Kidou answered himself, “They’re having a consensus.”

“So?” “So, when more than half of a club in Seishou want someone out of the club, the person has to leave. They’re discussing about how many of them have had enough of Mizukamiya telling them to be patient about you.” “What-!” “Haizaki.”

Mizukamiya’s voice was shaking. Why was it shaking? Why did he look so downtrodden?

“As the music club’s leader”, he announced, not making eye contact, “And by the vote of more than half of the club’s members, I cast you out of the music club, please hand in-Haizaki! Haizaki, wait!!”

But the boy had already stormed out of the studio. He ran past Seishou’s gate, past streets, past the park where they’d first played, past even the Inazuma Hospital. He didn’t know where he was going-all he knew that it was away from the music club, from all of the people in it, and from Mizukamiya and the pity in his eyes.

I don’t need their pity! I don’t need them, I don’t!

Haizaki was wrenched out of memory lane by nearly tripping where a tree’s roots popped up on the sidewalk. He continued on his way home, shaking his head-he’s only ever been that distracted while walking here once before.

And it had been all Fudou’ fault, anyway.

Rubbing his sneakers against the sidewalk, Haizaki had turned down a lane where chords trickled into the quiet evening air, like drops of water off a leaf after a storm. A boy, in what Haizaki would describe to be skater clothes, was sitting alone at the end of desolate old lane-with a base guitar.

Ah, that’s where that sound was coming from.

He was clearly a beginner, seeing as his attempt at an F chord had every mistake that a beginner could make in it.

“You’re doing it all wrong”, Haizaki stated blandly, frowning at the other boy’s scarred fingers-if he practiced enough to have scars on his fingers from the strings, how did he not already know how to do this? Any teacher would have-

That is, if he had a teacher.

“What?”, the other boy’s voice cut through Haizaki’s thoughts, “Are you talking to me…?”

“Yes!”, Haizaki’s voice held more exasperation for himself than for the evidently self-taught musician, “You are playing it wrong, the F-chord. You’ve gotta curl your fingers a bit more and press the string down, gently.”

Haizaki saw the boy’s eyes rake the strings, then his own fingers, before trying it out himself. A steady chord flavored the lonely, evening air.

“Hey, it worked!”, the boy grinned, and played a small melody for practice. Haizaki folded his arms and grinned, too.

“What, you thought I’d be some kind of faker?”, he asked, half annoyed now. Who did this idiot think Haizaki was?

“Not really, but thanks anyway, Gramps!”, the stranger’s smirk widened, as the ex-Seishou member huffed.

“Its Haizaki to you, brat. Haizaki Ryouhei.” “The name’s Fudou Akio. You must be really lonely or really bored to be here, Haizaki Ryouhei.” “Same to you.”

“At least I’m a loner and know it-I haven’t ever seen you around here”, Fudou said, idly tuning his bass. Haizaki blinked-didn’t this guy know who he was? If Haizaki looked into his eyes, he wouldn’t see disappointment, or anger, or second-hand embarrassment?

“I’ve been walking around more often these days, yeah”, Haizaki finally found his voice, and leaned against the wall behind Fudou’s bench.

“You can’t be a complete dead beat though, you play music for sure”, he responded, turning to face the other boy. Haizaki didn’t reply to this, but looked away towards the skyline at the end of their lane. The trees dotting the horizon looked beautiful at this time of the day.

“Do you play in a band?”, Fudou asked, nonchalantly. Haizaki nodded slowly.

“They kicked me out”, he growled, clenching his fists at the memory. He loosened his hands after a deep breath, and continued, “I’m glad though, those guys weren’t even serious about playing music! It just pissed me off to see them playing halfheartedly!”

Fudou’s eyes widened at that, and for a minute Haizaki saw Mizukamiya through those eyes-his surprise when Haizaki confided in him about Akane, about what waited for him at home each day, about his fear of failure.

Then he blinked, and it was just Fudou again, looking thoughtful.

“What are you thinking abou-”, Haizaki began, glaring fit to make anyone in Seishou stammer and back away-only to be cut off midway by Fudou. Haizaki was inclined to believe that it was just how some people were: carrying determination in their breath, and resolve in their footsteps, while preforming even with the most low-profile opportunities.

“What do you say we form a band?”, Fudou leaned over the back of the bench, both hands grasping the back of it to keep himself stable, “The Battle of the Bands is coming up soon, and I’ve heard auditions are happening at the Kidou Talent Agency’s auditorium a few streets away-”

“Wait wait wait-you don’t even know which instrument I play-”, Haizaki put his hands up defensively, trying to calm Fudou down for a second, “and besides, isn’t there a rule that you need at least four people to sign up as a band-?!!”

“Details, details!”, Fudou swatted at the air with both hands, causing him to nearly lose his balance, if Haizaki hadn’t rushed over to pluck him away from the sidewalk with the back of his hoodie.

“We can get two more members any old time, the auditions are in just three months, we need to prepare-!”

“Slow down, you chocolate piece, you’re about to fall again-!”

Fudou did fall. And this time, took Haizaki down with him. It wouldn’t be the last time that they stumbled and tripped on their way to glory in those three months, either.

Haizaki made his way upstairs to his family’s apartment, recalling how they’d all met each other, and created mayhem in the wake of their new friendships.

To educate Haizaki about the types of bands they’d be up against, Fudou had taken Haizaki to the Sun Garden’s bi-annual concert. Backstage was where they met Hiroto, and had their first laughs together while painting every instrument in the room with the most obscene colors imaginable. Haizaki had to practically drag the other two out of the storage room before the Sun Stars found their instruments, earning him the semi-fond nickname ‘Demonic Mother’. He didn’t find this title (too) annoying.

During a celebratory party for the All-Stars, where each member of the nationally renowned band was to mingle with corporate sponsors and bring a plus one, Kidou invited Haizaki, and Haizaki met Atsuya-and at the back of the room, they formed true alliances passing snacks and fancy desserts to Fudou and Hiroto outside, then escaping the party hall itself.

Together, they’d laughed and bickered and stumbled through their friendship, and their songs. They’d all been waiting for their chance to step out from someone’s shadow, or from the darkness of their own past, their own circumstances-and were ready to help each other achieve it all together.

Pacing in his room, Haizaki paused now, and looked down to his keyboard, a loop of its bag’s strap dangling off the bed. He grinned, and scooped it back onto his shoulder, adjusting his shirt while stepping into sneakers instead of indoor slippers next to the door.

Whatever had been said back there was irrelevant-Taking Back Autumn had signed up for this contest, and were going to see it through-no matter what happened.

Haizaki reached for the doorknob-but it twisted under his fingers before he had a chance to turn it. In a flash, Haizaki’s mind fled back to the time-no, his mother wouldn’t be home now. His father? A burglar?

“Haizaki?”

Fudou.

Haizaki looked back at the other boy-sentiments were one thing, actually apologizing for snapping and storming out the way he did was another.

But it didn’t look like Fudou came for an apology from him.

“I-”

And Haizaki found that he didn’t really want one, either.

“Don’t say it.” “But I was being a jerk-” “So was I-” “And the others, we need to get back with them and practice for day after tomorrow’s round-” “Slow down, you chocolate piece, we still need to see if we’re going to be in the next round in the first place.”

Fudou grinned at the old nickname.

“Details, details!”, he swatted at the air with both hands, and Haizaki smiled too.

“We need to find Atsuya and Hiroto, though”, Haizaki leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms, but Fudou shook his head.

“When’s the last time you checked your phone, Gramps?”, Fudou raised an eyebrow, and unlocked his own phone before pushing it to Haizaki. Their group chat was open, and Hiroto had sent a text:

“Me and Bear-Granny are still at the cafe in the agency’s auditorium, where the hell are you two?”

Fudou looked lowered his phone and grinned, before turning and parading down the stairs and yelling for the world to hear:

“Let’s take back autumn!”

Haizaki sighed, and went back to putting on his shoes. He’s have to run a bit to catch up with Fudou in the state the bass guitarist was in now.

“That was so cheesy.” “So’s your cooking, but you don’t hear me complaining, Gramps!” “Oi! What was that about my cooking?!”

[kingslance-writes]

Another chapter YAYYY!!! Lu's writing has improved so much!! And even though it's so big, it's just so engaging!!! Love it!!

And please let me know if anyone else reads our collaboration story!!*w*

[kingslance-writes]

(sorry in advance if this becomes slightly awkward I am literally a magnet of awkwardness )I really liked the NaguSuzu you wrote and wanted to ask when you can write more ????

Thank you so muchh!!!!!💕💕💕💕💕

You can tell me if there's any specific One shot that you want, I will try to write it during my spare time..^-^

Also, I am really happy to know that you loved my writing, I am working on a fantasy fiction about Inazuma (it's still in it's early phases though), I hope you'll look forward to it too!! ^-^

Thank you so much again!!💕💕💕💕😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

[kingslance-writes]

Nagumo x Suzuno [Og!IE]

Imperfection

"Okay, let's pack up for today!", Yagami Reina clapped her hands together, loud enough to get everyone's attention. She was made in-charge for the dance that they will be doing for the cultural event, and everything was going smoothly, for the most part.

Suzuno Fuusuke sighed to himself as he strode out of the auditorium gloomily, refusing to see anyone. It was just five days until the big show and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get that move right, that wave of the arm along with the swirl of the waist, he felt like a robot doing it. Fortunately, he was among the back dancers but that didn't mean he could just dangle his hands around until the next move. He needed to get it right!

He hated been in the back and one part of him was constantly blabbering in his head, blaming him for his own stiffness for not getting the spotlight. He glanced back a little, to get a look for the redhead laughing with the others, casually. Turning again, defeatedly, he stepped out.

The sky was a bright orange that day, with a few clouds strolling around aimlessly, the sun had just set across the horizon. He stood there in the backyard of the orphanage, people seldom came to that particular area, making it perfect for some secret practice session for him.

He was known to be a perfectionist, from the tips of his hair to his shoes, his soccer skills were nothing to scoff at either, but, that could not be said for his dancing. He felt as if there were a metal rod instead of a spine, making his movements wacky. Somehow, he has managed to not trip in front of everyone, but deep down insecurity dwelt, he wanted to do it perfectly, but couldn't.

From the window sill, a boy peeked over the backyard, his brows furrowed, as he saw the light-haired guy practice the moves they were to perform in a few days. He frowned as he saw him failing to realise the core mistake he had been making.

Nagumo walked cautiously, out of the corridor, so as not to offend Suzuno. He knew he wouldn't like him seeing him practicing in secret, but he just needed to help. The dance was in a few days and knowing Suzuno, he had an inkling that it would take about another hundred years before he realizes the mistake himself.

"Oi, Suzuno ", he called out softly.

Suzuno lost his footing and fell to the ground at the sudden call of his name, and at the familiar rough voice that made his heart beat faster.

"Why are you here?", he voiced out cold as ice. At this instant in time, Nagumo was, absolutely, the last person he wanted to meet.

"You're doing it all wrong!", the words were a thunder-clap to his ears. He didn't need to hear that from the guy who could dance to any tune flawlessly, and was placed among the front dancers too. Not that he was jealous but, a sense of competition aroused within him, to be on equal footing as his childhood love, mixed in with the feeling of shame for his own imperfect moves.

"Leave me alone," he said roughly, he could almost feel getting crushed to dirt in front of the guy he loved, the corners of his eyes were getting wet by the time.

"You gotta have fun! Let the music move your body by itself. ", Nagumo tried to reason out. Afterall, it pained him to see Suzuno this way, he had promised himself that he would always keep his gloomy lover happy, "Dancing is not about getting everything done right, it's about enjoying it."

"Leave me. I am practicing!", he knew he wanted to help him, but he just couldn't bring himself to show him his weakness. A deep fear had settled in his heart ever since his father had left him in the orphanage, because he couldn't be like the way that old man wanted him to.

"That leaves me with no choice!", he said in a faint hoarse whisper before leaning in, one hand grabbing his waist, roughly, while the other slid to the back of his head, caressing his hair.

Their lips touched slightly before the kiss got intense, suddenly the world around didn't matter to them as they closed their eyes to savour the moment. It was a sweet imperfect kiss, purely of love.

Nagumo was never great at kissing, he had a tendency to get rough after a few seconds. But, it wasn't like he hated it that way!

Suzuno stood transfixed to the spot as Nagumo pulled away, his words fled him like a bird flying out of the cage.

"I'll never stop loving you! So, don't worry and enjoy it a little, okay?", he voiced out, his face a sweet colour of cherry, just like that day when it had happened for the first time.

Suzuno nodded with a slight blush, it was as if a huge burden has been lifted off his heart.

~~~

Hope you liked it~!! I originally posted it on Wattpad, due to a request ^-^ So, if you guys like my stories, please consider checking out my Wattpad stories too!! It would make me really happy!! My username is SongsOfHerDreams!!

[kingslance-writes]

Taking Back Autumn, Chapter 4

So~ after a long long pause (because of exams and life ) Here's the continuation for the collaboration fanfic that I am doing with the ever amazing @lunastarward !! *-* The band AU lives on!!! I can't believe it's four chapter long now, WoW!!! If you haven't read the previous ones, please do check them out!

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Clouded Heart

Fudou Akio drifted aimlessly on the lonesome lane, with his bass hung to his back. Listlessly kicking a pebble off the road, he turned around the corner. The scene at the changing room played itself over and over again in his head as if an old cassette tape was stuck in the radio.

"They don't understand!!!!", he muttered to himself furiously.

Kidou had always been his idol and being acknowledged by him has been his dream for as long as he could remember. Ever since he had debuted, Fudou had found himself looking up to him, because even as an amateur he had been perfect!

Everything about the boy named Kidou Yuuto had charmed him, the way he handled his base and the way he was always confident in front of the crowd. While all the world squealed at the site of his eyes, he wanted himself to be reflected in them. He wanted to be on the same stage as him.

The world isn't fair. There are some who have music written all over there genes, but he wasn't among them. He wasn't gifted with musical abilities, he had gained them through failures and hard labour. His fingers would bleed and blisters would form, but he soon got friends with the pain.

He envied people like Hiroto, those who had all the opportunities laid before them and had the best of the best teach them. For Fudou, it was just him and his precious guitar. He knew that if Hiroto really wanted, he could meet up with the All-Stars anytime. But, Fudou route was marked by blood and tears.

Past memories began to float before his eyes of that fateful day, the day when it all started!

It had been a regular day, around a year back, when Fudou had been struggling to play the F Chord, the notorious chord that every beginner struggled with!

"You are doing it all wrong", he heard someone close by. He lifted his head to spot a tall boy with the eyes of a demon. His long grey hair fell to his shoulders, as his eyebrows were furrowed in a frown.

"What? You talking to me..?", the mohawk questioned, uncertainly. There seldom were people who talked to him, besides his schoolmates, and on this beat-down lane, people rarely were seen.

"Yes! You are playing it wrong, the F-chord. You gotta curl your fingers a bit more and press the string down, gently", from the way he spoke, Fudou knew that this boy can play, and he wasn't going to refuse some free advice. Afterall, he got to get better, so he can meet him!

"Are you in a band?", Fudou asked, nonchalantly, as they had started to get close.

"They kicked me out..", Haizaki said, looking down, clenching his fists tightly, releasing them after a pause, "I am glad though, those guys weren't even serious about music! It just pissed me to see them playing half-heartedly!"

Fudou and Haizaki had a lot in common, from their family problems to their musical zeal. It was at that they decided to make up the band, just the two of them, with Hiroto and Atsuya joining sometime later. It was music which brought closer, all those practice sessions and the constant bickering, it was all because there existed between them a bond that couldn't be broken, their common love for song!

Fudou stopped in his track upon the realisation, his jealously had clouded his reason. Even if he wanted to be acknowledged by Kidou, he couldn't do so if all he ever did was envy others. He was a warrior, he knew he has to work hard and win this Battle, and be worthy of the things he wanted. Envy never did anyone any good, it only takes and takes!

He directed his steps towards the Haizaki apartment, as a soft autumn breeze caressed his features. He had found what he hadn't been doing right, a feeling of rebirth warming his previously tainted heart!

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So, here it is!! Hope you liked it!!

[kingslance-writes]

Gouenji x Fubuki [IE Go]

I am soo late!! This was requested by @fubuki99bae !! Hope you like it!! ^-^ (I had hope to write it longer but T.T)

Fate

Tanabata, the Star festival, is a story of two star-crossed lovers who could only meet each other once a year on the 7th of July. But, it had one more condition - the skies must be 'clear'.

Fubuki woke up to a loud roaring of the heavens. Trying to calm the sudden rise in his heart beat, he dragged himself towards the window. It was raining.... with the skies jet black... It was a rain that knew not how to stop. Moreover, it was Tanabata!

Fubuki's heart sank down, knowing that now, Orihime would have to wait for another long year to see her lover Hikoboshi! The pain of separation... he knew too well.

He had come to Tokyo in high spirits, to see the famous fair held here, to see the fireworks...and in hopes to meet that person!

He saw his hopes getting crushed by the loud thunderstorm. It's been like this for five years now, it would always rain on this auspicious occasion.

Were the Gods that mad at them that they won't let them meet? Where had he gone wrong? What did he do to make the heavens so angry? Will he ever be able to meet that guy again?

The grey-haired male found himself in an endless maze of questions, whose answers he didn't know!

As he prepared himself for the day ahead, memories of the past floated around him, sweet sweet moments they had spent together, which now, haunted his very existence.

The dark sky was lit red and orange by the brilliant fireworks, it was the day of lovers. Fubuki had found himself standing next to the warmth that melted his icy cold heart! The fire that lit up his darkest nights. It was none other than Gouenji Shuuya!

"I think I like you Gouenji-kun ," the petit boy had declared, fidgeting with his hands, but no matter how nervous he felt, his speech was clear and bold! He wasn't lying.

The flame-striker pecked his cheeks slightly as warmth engulfed him, "I think so too!", he said, gently wrapping his arms around him!

They were a perfect crossfire, everyone had said so. But, those blessings had turned into a jinx!

It had been the first and last Tanabata they had together as a couple. It looked like that the heavens didn't want them to be together!

He signed to the wind and went off to make some breakfast. He had rented a small cabin for a fortnight in Tokyo.

Please let Orihime meet Hikoboshi...I'll never ask for more!

His bleeding heart pleaded.

***

Ishido Shuuji drove his car down the lonesome lane in a loud thunderstorm. He clicked his tongue as he felt the tire of his car getting punctured.

"I am already half n' hour late and now this", he wasn't in his high spirits. The rain irritated him, especially on Tanabata!

Nor heavens nor earth had been in peace that day...

It wouldn't be good for the Seitei to arrive in car with a punctured tire. He slowly drove his car to the side and stepped out in the rain.

Why must it rain on Tanabata, he cursed, Is God that MAD at Hikoboshi? What did he do wrong?

To love someone...was it wrong?

He haven't bought his umbrella. Damn. He went up to the nearest house and rang the bell.

A silent wind played with his hair as the door opened up to reveal his Orihime. Their eyes met, widened. How!?

That day the rain didn't stop, nor it stopped Hikoboshi to meet Orihime.

"Gouneji-kun ?", Fubuki stumbled his words out, his eyes still not believing what he saw.

"I'm not Gou-"

"I know you are! "

Despite himself, Ishido found himself smiling, glad that Fubuki was able to see right past his disguise and wasn't even questioning him. He hated the rain on Tanabata, because he could never meet Fubuki that day. But, looks like Today is different!

Fubuki pulled him in by his hand, "You are all wet. Come on in or you'll catch a cold!"

Ishido didn't even go to his work that day. Gouenji was with his love and he'll never let him go!

We loved with a love that was more than love.... a love that nor the heavens could tear apart... a love that was meant to be...even if it took some time!

***

Hope you liked it!! And I really hope you have seen the Go season!! (If you haven't, I seriously recommend because adult Shirou is really one of the most handsome man ever!!! )

Also, special appreciation to all those who spotted the famous lines from Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe!!!

[neloquil-deactivated20220715]

Taking Back Autumn, Chapter 3

YOOO more of the collab with @kingslance because like…its…more than two chapters and that’s insane(In a good way!!). It was a bit Harper writing angry bois than I thought ^^’ So ON with the chapter!(Also this one is super long so SORRY YO I GOT TOO EXCITED)

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Fudou Akio watched his band mates as they got ready for the stage-Hiroto, Haizaki and Atsuya were all interesting people to observe in various situations, and this was no exception.

After a face-off with the reason he couldn’t be in this competition before, Hiroto was on edge for sure. Haizaki had cooled down just a bit-when he isn’t having a hot-headed hissy fit, he could be a pretty smart guy(even if they had a traditional semi-rivalry, both being back-beat instrument players). And Atsuya probably didn’t even fully understand what was going on-Fudou would have to fill him in later.

“Oh, and just so you all know”, Haizaki said casually, testing his key board, “Since these are just the tryouts, the judges won’t be people you’ll recognise-just representatives from the corporations funding the Battle of the Bands-so as a representative of Kidou Corp, Kidou Yuuto will be a guest judge.”

“Kidou Yuuto from the All-Stars, a guest judge?”, Hiroto quirked an eyebrow dubiously.

“He’ll be an advisor to the main three judges”, Haizaki explained, “Just don’t get startled when you see him, that’s all.”

“Puh-lease”, Hiroto snorted, “Do we really seem that pathetic to you?”

Meanwhile, Atsuya had turned to state at Fudou-the bass guitarist had lost quite a bit of color from his face.

“Uh, Fudou? You look a bit pale”, he said, slightly concerned, “More than usual, I mean-”

Fudou snorted, “Yeah, you’re one to talk about ‘pale’.”

“You know”, Atsuya drawled casually, “ That Kidou Yuuto Haizaki just mentioned is a member of the All-Stars.”

“Y-Yeah”, Fudou’s voice shook more than he liked, “So what?”

Atsuya didn’t reply, but gave him a mischievous grin. Fudou hastily tried to salvage the situation.

“Look, I would have given this tryout my all even if it was Endou Mamrou himself at that panel! It doesn’t matter who judges, I won’t preform better just because he’s watching!”, he let out, all in one go.

Atsuya, however, only gave him another devillish grin, “I didn’t say anything about you performing differently.”

Alright, alright-so what? So Kidou Yuuto was a guest judge for this. That didn’t make any difference to Fudou-why would it? He would have given played his best no matter who the guest judge was! It didn’t make any difference to him that Kidou Yuuto himself would be watching their every move, analysing what they could and couldn’t do-but he would have shown every side of his talent and hard work for this tryout either way, right?

Before he could tell Atsuya to stuff it, the sound of a turning door handle made all of the band members turn around. A minty scent infiltrated the room, and Fudou’s bass suddenly turned cold under his fingers; it was him.

Kidou Yuuto.

“I apologize for trespassing upon your dressing room”, he informed them, bowing lightly, “Your brother sends his regards, Fubuki-kun.”

Fudou turned to look at Atsuya, who crossed his arms and murmured that calling him Atsuya was just fine, like it wasn’t an honour to be addressed individually by the Absolute Commander of the Stage.

Fudou froze entirely, while Atsuya and Hiroto only exchanged confused glances. Haizaki crossed his arms, unimpressed.

“Drop the formalities”, he said, “You always did take too much time to get to the point, Kidou.”

Kidou grinned-actually grinned-and went on.

“I came to tell you that you’re on in two minutes, and to wish you good luck, Haizaki”, he said, then added: “And to the rest of Taking Back Autumn, too of course.”

Haizaki. He was here for Haizaki. Right. Come to think of it, hadn’t he mentioned that he was in Kidou’s school? He frowned to the corner of the room for a minute after the idol left, and remembered the rest of his message right after he realized no one else was there-besides him, the room was completely empty.

He hastily gathered his bag and bass, before heading out to the corridor, offering Haizaki some excuse about forgetting his pick that Atsuya evidently didn’t buy, judging by the grin on his face. He’d wipe that grin away soon enough.

They were playing Teppen De Dash-the song he wrote.

They all walked onto the small stage-the hall was kind of tiny too. It was about the size of a regular restraunt, or karaoke cafe. The judges sat at a rectangular table right in front of them, and on a simple wooden chair next to the judge on the left, sat Kidou Yuuto. Fudou avoided eye contact-he would prove himself to his idol; words and mere looks meant nothing.

The judges glanced at their sheet(where they had been required to list down their band information earlier), and the one in the middle gave them the signal to begin.

Teppen De Dash began with a slash of strings from Hiroto and a single line-before they all integrated themselves into the melody, one by one. Fudou had intended it to be that way, ofcourse: like a flower blooming and showing all of its petals one by one, the song would progressively add each of them in, until the beat was complete.

But for now, that wasn’t what was on Fudou’s mind-all he thought, all he knew, was the music. It coursed through his veins, making his fingers move like lightning across the strings, and colours flashed before his eyes: murky brown and green, mingling with stark red-but they diddnt have strobe lights. They didn’t need them-he had read somewhere that trained musicians sometimes see colours when they listen to music-was this it? His ears rang with the reverberated sounds of his own ballad, so much more powerful and energetic than yesterday.

But every song had to come to a conclusion, so the tune died down, and Hiroto spoke the final few lines-Fudou could tell that he was doing his best not to pant into the microphone-and there was silence. After the explosion of sound just a few minutes ago, the silence made the room feel even more empty than it was.

The judges began discussing then immediately, pausing only to give them a dismissive gesture-they would be notified about how they did later on. This evidently didn’t discourage anyone-they had all caught a few words and phrases from the judges before they left:

’-interesting dynamic-’

’-good sound overall-’

’-well synchronised-’

’-not bad for new faces-’

The others grinned at each other as they left. How childish could they get? Didn’t any of them realize only one comment here really mattered? He knew that they were good-but what was Kidou’s opinion? What was the opinion of the Absolute Commander of the Stage? Kidou had looked absolutely blank throughout their performance, now that he thought about it. Had they done something wrong? Was his song that bad? Or was he only using a blank expression to fool them?

Fudou turned around to peek through the curtains one final time to check-but he was gone! Fudou was still reeling in disappointment and frustration when Hiroto bopped him over the head.

“I said, how’s our Exalted Lyricist doing?”, he smirked

“ He wants to be like his Kidou and stay silent, huh?”, Atsuya chuckled, and Hiroto laughed while Haizaki shook his head.

“He didn’t just leave-Kidou makes sure to acknowledge worthy rivals”, he said, “He gave me a grin before we left the stage.”

Atsuya and Hiroto exchanged confused expressions-a grin? What in the world was that supposed to mean, 'I’ll see you in the hospital later’? Fudou rolled his eyes irritably.

“Or maybe he just grinned at you for a greeting or something”, he suggested through gritted teeth. Haizaki only shook his head again.

“He grinned because he likes to show people he’s impressed by that they have something in them he’s looking for”, he explained, “So he just-”

“So you’re the only one he’s impressed by?!”, Fudou snapped. Enough was God damned enough.

“So you’re the only one who 'has what he’s looking for’?!”

Haizaki bristled. “No, I was just translating what he meant by just walking off like that-”

“Because you know SOOO much about him, huh?”

“More than some jumped-up fanboy, apparently!”

“What the hell did you just call me?!!”

At this point, Hiroto tried to step in between them.

“Hey, hey, hey!”, he called out, standing I between them, “Cut it out, idiots, so what if-”

Hiroto, Haizaki a and Atsuya were all interesting people to observe, and this was no exception. However, having observed them for so long, Fudou had learned much about his band mates: including their strengths…as well as their weaknesses.

 "Or what? You’ll run to Father and tell him to sort me out?“, Fudou bit back, as cuttingly cruel as he could think to be.

"Get real, brat.”

“That was uncalled for, you prick!”, Atsuya stepped forward, raising his voice more with every word. What a child.

“Why don’t you go and burrow a little further into your brother’s shadow, 'Fubuki-kun’?”, Fudou scoffed, “Its the only thing you’ve been able to do all these years, anyway.”

That was it. That was the breaking point. Atsuya crushed the paper cup in his hands and threw it to the ground. His eyes were hidden by his fringe, but that was probably just as well; they could all feel hatred radiating off of him like a chilling breeze infiltrating the room. He turned and started towards the door.

“Atsuya! Where are you going, we need to practice for day after tommorrow’s round-”, Hiroto began, taking a fee steps forward to go after him-only to stop in his tracks.

“The Sun Stars can play the next round. They don’t need your failures to make them look any better, Hiroto.”, was the unnaturally cold drummer’s reply. In the time Hiroto stood still at the door, Haizaki shoved past him, going in an entirely different direction in the street.

“I’m done hanging out with you absolute children”, he called back over his shoulder.

“Call me back when you’re all done with your hissy fit-”

“Brave of you to think I’d want to share a stage with you weaklings anyway!!”, Hiroto yelled out the door, but Fudou had already stormed off. How much more of a ten-year-old could that Hiroto be? Haizaki was a cowardly deserter with a big name, and Atsuya was a sensitive little dandelion who shouldn’t have taken a step in the real world of he couldn’t handle it, that was all! What did these fools know?

“Nothing, that’s what”, he muttered darkly to himself, pacing around a room, his voice lost in what sounded like hundreds of others in that room. He kept his eyes on the ground, not letting anyone else see how full they were.

“They don’t know anything, they’re all just-”, Fudpu paused, as he nearly walked into a wall. He turned around…to face no one. The voices he heard were all echoes of his OWN voice.

Besides him, the room was completely empty.

[kingslance-writes]

Endou x Fubuki [IE Og]

Since, it's Shirou's birthday, here's a small One-shot!! @miss-shiota Hope you like it!! ^^

My Sunshine [EnFubu]

The cold wind rushed past Endou, freezing him to the bones. He was clad in his fur jacket, warm boots and earmuffs, complete with his gloves. But still, his nose was all red.

He tried to warm his hands by rubbing them together.

Hokkaido's winters are always cold, he remembered Fubuki telling him. But he hadn't anticipated that it would be this cold.

The brunet was on his way to meet his grey-haired partner at the skiing site. It would have been a date if Endou wasn't too oblivious to these sort of things. For now, it was just a friendly get-together.

His breath steamed in the crispy cold air and he sniffed a bit, tucking his hands in the pocket of his jacket. His hand felt something inside the pocket and he knew what it was.

Smiling to himself, he started toying with the little charm in his pocket, while dawdling towards his destination. Suddenly, it wasn't that cold anymore!

****

He spotted Fubuki standing in front of the resort gate, with his skiing supplies. From that distance, he looked like a stuffed bear in all those clothes. He ran up to him, eagerly.

Fubuki waved at him and glanced towards the notice slip with somewhat of a sober look.

"It's closed due to maintainance," he said grimly.

Endou grinned at him, "Don't worry! Let's go buy some hot chocolate!", he cheered him up."

Fubuki smiled at him and nodded.

He always managed to cheer him up!

"Where are your gloves, Fubuki?", Endou asked as he realised the gey-head wasn't wearing them.

"Oh!", Fubuki rubbed his hands together, "I forgot to bring them since I was so excited!", he smiled by himself.

Endou took out one of his gloves and handed him to his partner. His eyes went wide at Endou's gesture.

"I am..I am not that cold, Endou-kun", he said with a small blush or maybe his cheeks were red with the cold!

"Ofcoarse you are! ", Endou grabbed Fubuki's hand and gloved it. He intertwined his fingers with Fubuki's other hand and tucked it in his pocket.

Fubuki turned red as a tomato at that. But his attention got caught to something else in his pocket.

"What's in your pocket, Endou-kun?", he asked, innocently.

"Oh! It's that charm you gave me on that cold winter day just like this one. I always keep it in my pocket ", he said with a tint of pink gracing his cheeks.

Fubuki remembered it too well. It was a freezing icy day and Fubuki had handed Endou a little glass pendant that lit up by the sunlight. He had smiled at him - a smile which would always warm his heart.

"You are like a ray of sunshine, Endou-kun ", Fubuki had said, unconsciously, and didn't even expect that the brunet would remember.

"Why do you keep it with you?", Fubuki asked again. He wanted to know his reason.

Endou smiled, nostalgic of the past, "So that each time my hand gets cold, it'll find it's way to that tiny reminder, that I am sunshine all on my own!"

Fubuki's breath caught in his throat as he felt his eyes getting wet.

He did remember!

Endou looked at him worriedly, "Did I say something wrong, Fubuki? What happened? Why are you crying?" He tried his best to calm him.

"It's nothing, Endou-kun", Fubuki smiled happily, "I just realised how much I love you ", he said and hugged him, while cuddling. It took a few minutes for Endou to fully comprehend what he had just turned into a huge blushing mess.

"I....I....love....I-love-you-too......", he staggered out while hugging Fubuki, awkwardly.

It's really short!! Anyway, hope you like it!!^^

[kingslance-writes]

Karma x Reader [Ansatsu Kyoushitsu]

Strawberry Milkshake

READER'S POV

The door bell jingled as the door clanged open. The coffee shop was, otherwise, quite in the early morning sunlight.

A boy, around my age, red hair and eyes like fire, entered the Cafe. A regular customer!

"Strawberry milkshake, is it ?", I asked him, knowing well it was. He smiled.

"You know me too well", he replied.

I got him the first bill of the day and handed him over the best strawberry milkshake I could possibly make.

It was always the same. Every morning, before his school, he would stop by and get a milkshake. Strawberry milkshake! The moment I realised this, I would come early and handle our family cafe. I never thought why. But I didn't care as long as he came to the shop everyday. My mom has been surprised too, but was far too happy that I was helping her out than to care about the reason. Maybe she knew...

"Do I have to request you to come again tomorrow", I jested. I had never warmed up to anyone this easily before.

"Of Course! Or I won't come," he liked teasing his friends.

"Please, come again tomorrow, Karma-kun", he smirked. Maybe, he knew I would say that.

"I knew you liked me," he whispered softly, leaning on the counter, smirking all the while.

That caught me off guard. I had never thought about that. We were friends, yes! But...

"Aren't you getting late for school ?", I desperately tried to change the subject, while he just enjoyed himself. He chuckled lightly.

"Think it over, then," he waved his goodbye, smiled and left the cafe in the morning silence.

Now that I thought about it, he had a sweet smile. He reminded me of... strawberry milkshakes! Do I like him?...

The door bell jingled again, waking me up from my dilemma. It was mom, which meant it was time for school.

****

After the club activities, I started for home. It was late in the evening, around 6 o'clock. As I turned around the corner, I spotted a couple walking and chatting, backs turned against me. The boy had red hair, while the girl had blue. I had the craziest feeling that he was Karma. My heart fell. Why am I feeling this? Maybe he was someone else.

He turned slightly to reveal half his face. My throat went dry upon the realization. He was with another girl, so what? I had known he was popular, anyway. Still I could feel my eyes go wet as I heard his laugh. He looked so happy. My lips quivered and my legs trembled. I could not hold it anymore. I darted towards my home.

Why was my heart hurting so much ? Maybe... The memoirs of Karma flashed before my eyes.

"I knew you liked me", he had whispered with that familiar old teasing smile.

Maybe I do... But it didn't matter now. He was with someone else and he looked so happy.

****

The next day, I lacked the courage to drag myself to the shop. I found myself contradicting my own thoughts. I wanted to see Karma as much as I didn't want to.

I was getting ready for school when my mom called me. She looked pleased and directed me to handle the shop, that someone was waiting for me. For me? I wondered who it could be.

My legs froze as my eyes met the fiery rubies greeting me.

"One strawberry milkshake, please ?," he ordered while smiling.

"You could have asked my mom," I complained and handed him the bill and milkshake, dryly.

"It tastes good when you serve it," he smiled which pierced my heart. It hurt!

"How would you know ?", I replied. My throat felt dry as the memories of the blue-haired girl and him floated before my eyes.

He looked confused. Why was I being so rude to him ? He did nothing wrong, nor that girl.

I turned to leave but he held my wrist and pulled me to his side, looking straight into my eyes, intensely.

"What happened ?", he whispered slightly. The corners of my eyes turned wet and I struggled to push him back. His lips touched mine for a split second. My eyes widened and passion gleamed in his.

Words refused to come out. Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Who was that girl you were with the other day", I explained everything. I was ready to hear the truth, sweet or bitter... atleast that's what I believed.

He chuckled and soon started laughing his head out. I felt dumb.

"He was Nagisa, a friend of mine", he laughed even harder that tears started to form in the corner of his eyes. I felt even more dumb and apologized.

He pecked my cheeks and smiled, "Is it a hint of jealousy, I see there", he teased.

Before I could retort my mom called out, "You will get late for school."

"Okay," I replied, "By the way, what did you tell my mom?", I turned to Karma.

"That you liked me", and went out of the coffee shop, leaving me in the awkward silence.

"WHAT ?"

Hope you liked it!!!^-^

[kingslance-writes]

Haizaki x Kidou hcs

Some headcannons for HKd I came up with.. (I am no good for headcannons but I tried T.T)...(I may write an One-shot someday..^^)

General:

• Haizaki loves whenever Kidou smiles at him, or just his smile in general. But, he likes it even more when he's the reason for that smile.

• He is weak to Kidou's eyes. When he saw them for the first time, he blushed, despite of himself.

• Whenever they go shopping together, their cart is full of penguin merch.

• Haizaki is always protecting him from all nasty people because Kidou never takes care of himself.

• Kidou never knows when anyone is trying to flirt with him, but the next day that person is sure to be in the hospital, after getting hit by Perfect Penguin in the face.

• Haizaki was super sad when Kidou graduated, but he didn't cry since he wouldn't want to look weak in front of the Seishou team.

• Haizaki loves to cuddle Kidou, since he's smol and cute.

• On Kidou's birthday, Haizaki had already ran out of his pocket money, so, he just gave him a penguin plush (which he got from the claw-machine). To his surprise, the rich boy had never got any such gift before....And he was extremely excited and happy.

• On Haizaki 's birthday, Kidou got him a surprise trip to Disney sea.

Romantic:

• There first kiss was in the changing room, and it was completely accidental.

• After that kiss, they couldn't look in each other's eyes and acted all different for around a week, which got all the Seishou suspicious.

• After the kiss, Haizaki got a little crush on Kidou. As for Kidou, his thoughts wandered between, either he likes Akane, or he is too young for all this.

• Their first date (they didn't know that it was a date!!) was set up by Mizukamiya and Seishou. They had gone to watch Happy Feet.

To be continued.....

@hidadeis Hope you like them!!^^

[kingslance-writes]

Taking Back Autumn (Chapter 2)

Heya guys!!!! As you already know, I am doing a collab with the awesome @lunastarward !!!!!! Do check out her writing, it’s amazing!!! You might have read the first chapter of this Band AU fanfiction (it was written by the awesome Luna).. here’s the second chapter!! Enjoy~!!

******Heated Encounters*******

The audition venue was brimming with participants from all over Tokyo, and when Hiroto set foot inside the building, he could already feel the competition. The playful autumn breeze ruffled his shaggy grey hair as he walked past some amateur bands like a professional (which he wasn’t!).

Only a few months back, he had been a complete beginner. He couldn’t even tune his own guitar. But he isn’t the one to admit it. He has his pride, after all! He knew their music was leagues better than these novices. Their songs had their own rough taste which no other band could ever hope to have. He knew they would win for they were the great ‘Taking Back Autumn’! No one can stop them!

He walked up to the information board to take a look at the line-up for one last time. He felt his heart getting a little restless, but his face looked calm and full of confidence.

It was the National Music Fest., a.k.a. The Battle of the Bands. Popular bands from all over Japan will be competing in the grand contest for a chance to have the ‘Ticket to the World’. For smaller bands like theirs, it meant Stardom in a fortnight! Sponsors would beg on their knees, if they won! It was his dream, for he was the God Perform-!

“Oi, Hiroto!”, he turned his head to the speaker, who was running up to him, “You’re late!!! Idiot!!”, the drummer yelled.

“Our performance is well after lunch. I’m not late”, he said, carelessly walking alongside the carrot-head.

“I know!! But, Fudou’s hyped up!”, Atsuya sighed as he remembered the Mohawk.

“Kidou Yuuto, huh?”, Hiroto wondered out loud.

The audition hall was owned by the Kidou Talent Agency, no wonder he was the special guest for the Tokyo auditions. Moreover, he was a key member of the Inazuma All Stars, the most popular band in Japan. He was already a renowned celebrity. But it didn’t matter to Hiroto who the judges were, they would just give their best!

“Who are we staying with? Are they any good?”

Hiroto ignored the sudden discomfort in Atsuya’s behaviour upon the question, “Umm, they’ll be gone soon. Their performance is early!”, the carrot-head answered, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact.

Just as Hiroto stretched out his hand for the knob, the door opened up to reveal a handsome youth dressed in bright and starry clothes with his guitar hung at his back.

“Oh! Hiroto!”, the teen voiced out, “Nice to meet you! I see you are late as always”, he said with a small smile gracing his pretty face, “I would love to talk-”

“There’s nothing we can talk, Tatsuya”, Hiroto cut off his gentle greetings, rudely.

Tatsuya’s smile faded away as he lowered his eyes, “If you’ll excuse me then. Our performance is next up.”

“You came all the way here with that ‘peasant band’!! Do you want to embarrass yourself? I can’t believe you’re still wasting your career like this!”, Hiroto had anger written all over his face mixed with complex emotions.

“For goodness’s sake Hiroto, they are NOT peasants! We’re are the ‘Sun Stars’! and I am going to the world with this band!!”, Tatsuya would never listen to anyone who insulted his friends like this, his tone was stern, “Besides I asked Father myself”, with that he walked off towards the hall.

Hiroto clicked his tongue and entered the room. Kiyama Tatsuya was an orphan child in his father’s orphanage! His father had scouted him when he was seven and ever since then, he has had an extraordinarily successful career as an actor and performer. Hiroto never liked him and never will, but he still respected his talent and knew he would do better as a solo artist, rather than wasting his time with a second-grade band!

“Chill off your head Hiroto! We have a performance to give!”, Fudou tried to reason out.

“I’ll go see ‘their’ performance!”, Hiroto walked out of the room, with others closely behind. They would not want him to get involved in fights! As they reached the backstage, the performance was already over, and all Hiroto got to hear were the Judges’ sweet comments as they selected them for the Top 16 Qualifiers! This fuelled the grey-head’s jealousy, he was fuming with hatred, deep dark hatred for his former bandmates!!

Once in their room, he threw off his guitar, angrily. Luckily, Haizaki caught it just in time. He felt himself losing his temper.

“Are you a kid!!?”, he yelled at his bandmate, “WE HAVE A PERFORMANCE TO GIVE HERE!!! How can you show them their place, if we can’t even get past the auditions!!!! IDIOT!! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!”, Fudou held the taller teen back, forcefully, who was ready to punch Hiroto in the face. Despite being the youngest among them, Haizaki had the most experience working in a band.

Hiroto’s eyes widened. Haizaki was right, they’ll show those ‘Sun Stars’ as well as the judges who has the best music here! They’ll win, no matter what!

~~~

Hope you guys liked it!!!!! I an extremely sorry for the late update!!!! ^^ And of coarse, if you have any questions about this au, you can send them to my main blog! I’ll gladly clear up your doubts!!!^^

[pepplemint]

Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”

[marumigamer]

Dear artists.

We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.

We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.

We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.

[kingdomheartsloversstuff]

^^^^^^^^^

[igayorhm]

My friends, you could present me with stick figures of a scene from something of mine you read and I’d want to hug you to death. 

[yumeorage]

I love your art @superpaulina10 uwu! You are the best <3 

[kingslance-writes]

Hakuryuu x Tsurugi [IE Go]

I had promised this One-shot to @xxlovelyrose95xx!! Here it is!! As Lina told me, I’ll tag all those who ship HakuKyou: @producktions @aishiikamii @zibiremu!! Hope you guys like it!!!

White Day {Hakuryuu x Tsurugi}

The month of love quietly rolled by and, finally, it was that fateful day. It was the day Hakuryuu was born, or as most people know it, it was the White Day!

It wasn’t like he had planned anything special but still, he was eagerly looking forward to it for exactly a month. No, not for his birthday but for the other occasion.

On the Valentine’s, he had put all of his heart and soul into making chocolates for his singular ‘rival’ (that’s what he likes to call him, but who gives choco to their ‘rivals’). God knows how, but he had nearly blasted off the kitchen and the smell of cocoa was so thick that you could eat the air! He would have blasted off the whole house if it wasn’t for Fudou, who, finally, taught him how to make chocolates without destroying the world!!

But today was different. He was on the receiving end. It took all of his might to remain calm and suppress his excitement. To his great distress, everyone already knew. Moreover, Yukimura had already teased the hell out of him!

“I wonder when’ll Tsurugi come”, the dark-haired boy mused out loud while dribbling past his captain.

“How would I know? As if I CARE and why the hell will HE come here, anyway!!”, Hakuryuu yelled at him, red in the face.

“Tsurugi sure is taking his time”, it was Yamato this time.

“SO WHAT!!? I don’t care”, he yelled again, roaring into the practice field.

The whole team giggled at their tsundere captain. From time to time, Fudou would take the initiative to make the dragon turn scarlet.

“Oh! Tsurugi? What brings you here?, he called out, loud enough for the white-head to hear. Hakuryuu would glance eagerly in the direction only to find that he was tricked again.

“I wonder how you remain cool in front of him, when you are THIS mad over Tsurugi”, said Minamisawa with a slight chuckle, only to earn a scoff himself.

“I AM NOT MAD OVER HIM!!!!!!”

 ********

Just like that, practice ended in a series of teasing and yelling. The white dragon sighed to himself as he checked his mobile phone. No missed calls or messages from the lone wolf!

He would not come. It’s not like he likes me or anything. He never said so! Why was I thinking of the possibility anyway!!

He clicked his tongue in disappointment as he put his phone back in his pocket. The more one expects, the more it hurts!

“Go take a walk, Hakuryuu”, he turned his head slightly to see it was Fudou, patting his head. He thought of declining, but agreed anyway. He wanted to spend some time alone!

******* 

The sun sank down the horizon as the platinum-haired boy trudged the roads, aimlessly. Somehow, he found himself right in front of Raimon. Without thinking, he wandered inside and spied over the dark-haired boy he called his rival.

 ******

Raimon’s practice ended early that day for which, Tsurugi was happy since he could spend more time with his brother. He packed up quickly to leave when he spotted a familiar white figure hiding behind a tree.

What’s he doing here? He acted as if he didn’t see him.

“Tsurugi”, he turned around to meet Tenma’s gaze, who was brimming with excitement.

“What is it?”, he asked, non-chalantly.

“Wanna come to my place? We’re having  a party since Kariya got White Day Chocolates from Kirino-senpai!!!”, Tenma announced happily, while Kariya became a blushing mess trying to hush Tenma.

White Day… WHITE DAY!!!!! Tsurugi’s eyes widened in realisation. God!!! How can I forget? I have nothing to give him and he’s right here!!! He’s tottaly mad!!! Wait- Why do I care so much about this? Does that mean, I –

Tsurugi’s thoughts swirled as he excused himself out from Tenma’s invitation. Turning around, he walked up to the white dragon!

 *******

“Hakuryuu!”, the white-head froze dead in his track, slightly panicked at having being spotted. He turned to stare in Tsurugi’s golden eyes.

“Oh! Hello there, Tsurugi”, he felt like slapping himself. What am I saying? So stiff!! Tsurugi raised his eyebrow but decided to call it off. He knew he was mad!

“Happy birthday!”

“Birthday…?”, he said slowly. So, that’s why coach kicked me out for a walk. But…

“You didn’t remember?”, Tsurugi smiled, amused at him, and trying to escape the other topic.

“Thanks”, came the feeble reply as he turned around to walk off. His birthday didn’t matter to him! But, he wasn’t feeling good enough to retaliate him.

Tsurugi knew he had choice now. He can’t see him like that! “And Happy White Day too!”, he voiced out after taking a deep breath, silently.

“Don’t just say it to make me happy!”, Hakuryuu stated calmly, masking his sudden anger impulse.

“That’s not it!”

“Then why are so late!? If you don’t like me… just say so… and I won’t bother myself with making you chocolates next year!!”, there was an edge to his tone and Tsurugi could feel it. But, he can’t just admit that he forgot!!

“I love you, Hakuryuu”, Tsurugi grabbed his milky wrists and pulled him closer, “ And, anyway, why do I need only one day to confess my love? That should be every day.”

“That doesn’t mean you are off the hook for not getting me any gift”, Hakuryuu could hardly function, normally, by now. He tried to free himself from the wolf’s claws but his grip was too powerful. He could his body warming up, both by how sudden the confession was and by how close they were!

“Would a kiss be fine, for now?”, without waiting for the white-head to process his words, Tsurugi leaned in and connected their lips together. Hakuryuu would be making chocolates again next year, much to Fudou’s distress.

****Bonus..*****

After the heated kiss, both of them walked over to Fudou’s home where Hakuryuu’s birthday party was organised. While on their way, Hakuryuu managed to calm down. He wouldn’t want the whole team to know about their little moment!

“So, that lame excuse you used earlier…, you heard it from Fudou-san, right?”, Hakuryuu pointed out.

“I don’t know what you mean!”, Tsurugi looked away, abashed.

“OH!! Don’t mess with me! I heard him saying the same thing to Kidou-san, when he forgot his Valentine Chocolates!!!”, Hakuryuu raised his voice a bit.

“I’ll buy you a gift later, so, don’t be such an angry little baby!”, Tsurugi shot back.

“I don’t need any of your gifts!”, Hakuryuu looked away, pouting.

“I’ll give you a special time, free with the gift!! Just the two of us!!”, Tsurugi whispered in his ear, his voice husky.

Hakuryuu pushed him off, red in the face, as he knocked on Fudou’s door.

Tell me if the characters are getting ooc! (It's been a long since I watched the Go season sooo, please forgive me!!) Anyway, tell me if there’ s something wrong, I’ll fix that!!!( and I won’t make the same mistake again!)

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Taking Back Autumn, Chapter 1

HEYYYYY GUESS WHAT-I’m doing a collab!! With the wonderful, EPIC @kingslance-writes , check out her writing, it is AMAZING-anywho, it was her idea to put together a band AU(I’m still gonna work on mine! Its just on hold for the moment!), and the first arc we’re writing is for Taking Back Autumn- Fubuki Atsuya, Kira Hiroto, Fudou Aki and Haizaki Ryouhei! They meld VERY well together and I ADORE the idea for this entire thing, I KNOW you guys are gonna adore it too, so without further ado:

*+*+*+*+*+*+*Autumn Winds*+*+*+*+*+*+*

A red-brown leaf fluttered out of a branch, and twirled in a playful autumn breeze momentarily, before falling to the ground. Almost immediately, the wind from two black boots displaced it yet again-their wearer not seemingly in any particular hurry.His pace merely suggested that he knew he had some where to be-not that he was twenty minutes late.

Kira Hiroto jogged casually up the stairs on he outside of a two-storey house, to his band’s practice venue-the Haizaki family’s apartment. He checked his hair out on the railing as he passed, not pausing yo knock on the door. The boy opened it freely; Haizaki never locked the door when his friends were expected over. It was a silent gesture of trust, and Hiroto took it as such.

As he opened the door, two other heads turned his way. Fudou Akio paused while tuning his bass guitar, and Fubuki Atsuya (in town due to his brother being asked to attend a local ‘meeting’ of sorts), paused, then continued work on a new sock, having propped his elbows on a red drumset.

“The Satanic Soloist arrives!”, Fudou declared theatrically. Hiroto scowled-they KNEW he hated people messing with his title! For goodness’ sake, he was the God Preforme-!

“And only twenty minutes late, too”, Atsuya commented, not looking up from his sock-in-progress.

“The Vindictive Vocaliser! The Angelic Atrocity!”, Fudou gestured grandly-he’d obviously been working on these all day. Atsuya sniggered, earning him a jab in the arm from Hiroto.

“YOU don’t get to say a word, Bear-Granny”, he mocked, referring to the drummer’s side-hobby: crochet.

“I’ll take that from YOU when you learn how to read a clock, ‘Super Singer’”, Atsuya rolled his eyes ,“Or whatever it is you call yourself-”

Ohhhhh, that was IT.

“Listen here once and for all, PEASANTS”, Hiroto squared his shoulders and pointed at the other two, who didn’t bother repressing triumphant grins. This ALWAYS got under his skin.

“I left that Goody-two-shoes’ band because none of them could ever catch up to me! Ever!”, he went on ,“They’d never match up to the might of the GOD PREFORME-!”

“Enough already”, Haizaki admoshished, all the way from the kitchen,“ You’re making my ears bleed with your nonsense.”

Atsuya and Fudou turned back to their instruments (grinning), and Hiroto huffed irritably-it seemed that Nature itself was against him ever fully declaring his (self-proclaimed) title! Nevertheless, he respected Haizaki enough to let it slide.

“We’re twenty-five minutes late now, and that means we’ll be twenty five minutes late packing up-so we need to start NOW”, Haizaki instructed, while setting up his keyboard. Whatever instrument they didn’t have but needed, the keyboard would cover for. Since he handled all of that, as well as hosting all of their practice sessions, the other three had developed a sense if respect for the taller teen.

“So…which one today, Mr Devil of the Stage?”, Fudou asked, reffering to the title given to the other boy before he was kicked out of his school band for 'behavioral issues’.

“Tommorrow’s the audition for the National Battle of the Bands, isnt it?”, Atsuya mused, twirling his drumsticks,“So we’ll practice Teppen the Dash-”

Fudou cleared his throat importantly and sqaured his shoulders; he’d written that particular ballad, and was genuinely proud of it. Hiroto drew breath to make a comment, but by now, Haizaki knew not to wait for the others to settle down.

He raised the volume and placed the first, ear-piercingly loud note. The others hastily followed suit.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

About an hour and a half later, the door to apartment 03 in the Miyano House opened out to a semi-lit sky, instantly punctuating the serene neighbourhood’s air with loud laughter and Hiroto’s indignant yell:

“Its GOD PREFORME-”

“Yeah, right-and I’M Kidou Yuuto!”

“Oi! What’s wrong with Kidou Yuuto?!”

“Atsuya was joking, Fudou.”

“And anyway, Bear-Granny couldn’t style his devil-horns any differently if he tried-”

“Say that to my face, Super Singer!”

At these words, Hiroto adjusted his case so that he could face Atsuya squarely-then poked him in the nose. Now, Atsuya couldn’t exactly retaliate, seeing as he was having trouble keeping his drums off the ground. This resulted in him awkwardly trying to kick or bump Hiroto, who laughed and dodged around him all over the road. Thankfully, it was a rarely-used side-lane enroute to Fudou’s house, so no cars got in the way.

“So we’re keeping to the animal theme for tomorrow, right?”, Haizaki asked suddenly, if only to stop them from nearly toppling over each other. They could damage their instruments and each other ALL they wanted-but only AFTER their audition.

“Well, everyone except Angelic Atrocity here decided yes”, Fudou grinned.

“You two are penguins”, Hiroto counted off, as Atsuya internally rejoiced at not having to run around with drums in his arms anymore, “HE gets to be a bear, and-”

“And you’re going to be a cat!”, Fudou was now openly smiling.

“I am NOT!”, he yelled, “ I-”

“For Hino’s sake, he can be a grey fox of he wants to be, just keep him quiet”, Haizaki rubbed the side of his head. Honestly, that sort of volume should NOT be registered by human ears, in his opinion. It just couldn’t be healthy.

“Or what? We’ll wake the deeeeeaad?”, Hiroto teased, immediately changing the subject.

“Oh chase you with their spooooky bamboo shoots in soup?”, Atsuya joined in, referring to Haizaki’s genuine hatred for the aforementioned vegetable. They all joined in laughing after that, while Haizaki rolled his eyes.

As insufferable as they all seemed to find eachother, their paces walking home were deliberately slow. As heavy as some of their equipment was, they laughed and talked with no cares for it. They worked like jigsaw pieces with each other in music, and functioned the same way as friends.

First Fudou, then Atsuya(who was staying at a government-provided apartment with his brother), then Hiroto(who lived the farthest, on the very outskirts of a main road leading away from the city) were dropped off. They were all walked home by Haizaki, who now finally turned back to the road homeward for himself-as he did after every practice-session.

A red-brown leaf fluttered put of a branch, and twirled in an evening autumn breeze momentarily, before falling to the ground. Almost immediately, two maroon sneakers crushed it into the pavement. Their wearer seemed to be in no particular hurry;by now, Haizaki’s father would definitely be home. Drunk or not, it didn’t change Haizaki’s opinion of the older, callous man. He only stayed in that house for his mother’s sake now. And here was still about an hour until his mother was home.

Deliberately slowly, Haizaki Ryouhei walked home, silently admiring the sunset-glazed road in front of him, and the autumn winds that ruffled his hair.

[kingslance-writes]

Kidou x Fudou [IE Og]

Hey everyone~!! Here’s an FdKd for you guys from the original timeline!!! Enjoy~!!^^

Note: Based off a prompt which I could never find even again!! ^^’

Free Drinks {Kidou x Fudou}

“You should totally pretend to propose to me!”, Fudou chimed in as they eyed a couple feeding each other ice-cream on a nearby table, “We’ll see if someone in the café can give us free drinks. People love when these kinds of things happen.”

Kidou stomach churned and he almost choked on his coffee. He couldn’t even say he liked him let alone propose, fake or not. “Why am I the one proposing? You do it, it was your idea.” The café was filled with people, there was no way he could do that!

Kidou sipped his coffee lightly, trying to calm his rocketing heartbeat. Outside the window, he could see dark clouds rolling in.

“So, the genius play-maker is afraid, huh?”, Fudou smirked at him, getting on his nerves. But Kidou wouldn’t let him have his way. He could not!

“If you are that brave, you should do it already”, Kidou’s lips perched upwards in victory as he saw Fudou’s eyes widen, “Moreover, people know us. We represented Japan. The news will spread like wildfire”, the goggled boy tried to reason out, calmly, taking another sip of his drink.

“You’re right!”, Fudou gave in and took a bite off his chocolate muffin. Kidou was taken aback.

“You’re afraid, then?”, Kidou retorted, slightly.

“Do you want me to propose to you that badly, Kidou-kun ~”, the mohawk mocked.

“I DO NOT!”, Kidou cut him off, sharply. He no longer knew if he wanted him to propose or not.

The mere thought of him proposing sent butterflies in his stomach and he fought an incoming blush. He turned his face to the side, casually. He could not bear to look at him and his mocking smirk. He didn’t even know why he liked such a BAKA (idiot). He saw the soft raindrops shower down, outside. He eyed two familiar figures sharing an umbrella, sticking close so as not to get drenched.

Gouenji and Fubuki had been dating for two years now and Kidou always asked himself just where did Gouenji find all that courage to ask him out. He could never ask Fudou out. Not even in his dreams!

Kidou smiled to himself seeing his friends happy and teared his eyes off them for their privacy. He shouldn’t gawk at them like that! He looked around him from behind his goggles. He still couldn’t bring himself to look at Fudou!

His eyes landed on the table to their side where a couple sat holding hands. Love was in the air that day. Or perhaps they were in the wrong café!! He shouldn’t have let Fudou decide!

The silence turned awkward as the minutes passed by and he shifted in his seat. Fudou cleared his throat for which Kidou felt grateful.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”, the mohawk asked.

“What?”, Kidou raised his eyebrow.

“Just pretend to propose to me! I’m sure they’ll give us free drinks”, Kidou felt like slapping him. His ‘free drinks’ would definitely get him killed, one day.

“You do it! I don’t need, any!”, Kidou glanced away. Deep down, he wanted to see if this dumb trick even works!!

“Oh~! You say you don’t need any, still you want me to pretend”, he mocked, triumphantly.

Kidou felt his temper losing way, “FINE! DON’T DO IT THEN!!”, he slammed his fist on the table. Now, every eye was one them! Great! He regained his composure, his cheeks hot already.

“My, my-”

“Shut up! You say I should be the one to pretend even if it was your idea! Coward!!”, he rained daggers at him. Fudou’s eyes widened slightly, but then he looked away.

“I can’t pretend!”, he said slowly, “I can’t pretend to propose to you because I REALLY like you”, he voiced out.

Kidou’s cheeks flushed and his breath was caught in his throat! Suddenly, there were only the two of them!

Later…

“At least we got free drinks!”, Fudou walked lazily by his side, sharing Kidou’s umbrella.

“So, you were pretending in the end”, Kidou’s heart burned part with heartbreak and fury. He clenched his umbrella, tightly.

Fudou pressed his lips on his, desperately, in a swift kiss. “I’ll leave that for you to figure out, Mr. Genius Game-maker”, he smirked and Kidou could feel his hot breath on his face.

“Let’s try kissing in the café next time”, Fudou pressed his finger on Kidou’s lips, playfully. Kidou pushed him back in embarrassment, “FUDOU!!”

“What? I’m sure they’ll give us free drinks”, Fudou chuckled, teasingly.

“DAMN YOU!!!”, Kidou yelled at him, red in the face, and kicked him out of the umbrella shade.

“But you still love me~”, Kidou choked on thin air as Fudou winked at the brunet.

“I love you too”, with that he walked out in the rain as if nothing had really happened leaving behind a scarlet Kidou.

Hope you guys liked it!! This One-shot cured me from my writer’s block!!!