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UR ON HIAUTUS WHAT NOOOOO NOONA NOOOOO I LOVE SEEING UR BLIG ON MY FY come back 🥹🥹

HAIII SORRY I WAS A FORGETFUL ASS ABOUT MY EMAIL 😭💔 UR SO SWRET 🩷🩷🩷 HRU CUTIE

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VIELLEEEE HRU IM HERE I MISS YOU TOO i forgot about reo while i was gone 💔 happy late new year mootie 😝😝

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hey cute anon... im here 🥹

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hi moot... sorry i forgot my own email because im such a forgetful ass 😔💔

happy new year, dear mootie!! praying this year goes wholesome for you 🩷🩷 (soery, a bit late.. Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

ELLEEE HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR 🩷 IM PRAYING THE SAME FOR YOU <3 wishing you happiness and sorry im late too..

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declaration of war (on a plant)

something wasn't right.

karasu tabito stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes zeroing in on your face. you were laughing about something, a story you were telling about a clumsy pet or a funny misunderstanding, but his focus was entirely on the faint, thin line marring your otherwise perfect, soft skin.

it was just a tiny, shallow cut high up on your cheek, right near your eye, barely noticeable to anyone else. but to him, it was a brand. an insult. a declaration of war against the one thing he cared about most.

his entire demeanor shifted. the casual slouch in his shoulders straightened, his usual playful smirk vanished, replaced by a dark, intense frown that made the temperature in the air seem to drop a few degrees. his eyes — usually so full of easygoing mischief, were now hard, burning with a frightening intensity.

he reached out, his long fingers trembling ever so slightly as he gently brushed the very edge of the cut, pulling his hand back as if the contact had burned him.

“don’t move” he growled, his voice low and dangerously quiet. you stopped talking instantly, your laugh dying in your throat, startled by the sudden change.

“karasu? what’s wrong?” you asked, a little worried.

“who did this?” he demanded, leaning in close, his focus absolute. he wasn't asking what happened, he was asking who. in his mind, the only reason there could be a mark on your cheek was because some pathetic idiot dared to lay a hand on you.

“did someone touch you? did someone hurt you?” his voice was a tight cord of barely contained fury. “tell me their name. who touched your cheek? tell me who they are. i just need a name. I’ll make them regret the day they were born. i swear i will. how dare they lay a finger on you?”

he looked ready to sprint off and dismantle a small army, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

you stared at him, blinked once, then let out a small, bewildered giggle.

“karasu, sweetie, calm down” you said, reaching up to cover the cut with your own hand. “It’s nothing, honestly. nobody touched me. there’s no big fight. no villain to beat up.”

he didn't look convinced. “don't lie to me. That's a fresh cut. that didn't just appear.”

you sighed, taking his clenched hand in both of yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. “okay, okay. i was walking through the park on my way home, and that big rose bush next to the path... i was looking at my phone and just walked right into one of the branches. i didn't even notice until i got to the mirror.”

you paused, looking at his face, which was still a mask of dark, murderous intent. you squeezed his hand again.

“it was a bush, karasu. a thorny, stupid bush. not a person. i promise.”

karasu froze. the intense, deadly focus in his eyes flickered, replaced by a slow dawning horror, then profound, all consuming embarrassment.

his entire body went slack. the tension drained out of him so fast he almost swayed. he let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting to the floor, then back to your amused, gentle expression.

“a... a bush” he mumbled, his cheeks instantly turning a deep, mortified red. he cleared his throat and tried to sound stern, but it was ruined by the shake in his voice. “well. tell me which one. I'll... trim it. very aggressively. for its insolence.”

you couldn't help but laugh, pulling him into a hug. “it's fine. just don't go challenging a gardener to a brawl, okay?”

“right” he muttered into your hair, still profoundly ashamed of his overreaction. “but still. next time, use the sidewalk. and if any person ever tries to touch you—” he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, “you tell me. i don't care if it's a paper cut or a hangnail, I'm taking names.”

you giggle. “okay”

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7 minutes in heaven !!

so, it’s a high school reunion, and you’re sitting with a bunch of old classmates, some classmates you've still interact with, some you barely remember.

the room feel nostalgic, everyone’s laughing, and then someone suggests a stupid game, spin the bottle, but with dares. not just any dares, though. It’s like, spin the bottle meets truth or dare on steroids. someone even yells to flip the bottle and everyone’s hyped. you’re sitting there, lowkey praying the bottle doesn’t point at you, because you know these dares are gonna be wild.

the bottle’s spinning, and you’re holding your breath, hoping it lands on your friend next to you. you’re already giggling inside. but then — oh no — the bottle starts slowing down, and your heart sinks. it stops. right. in. front. of. you.

fuck my life, you think. pure bad luck. and then you see where the other end’s pointing. It’s him. the guy who totally hated you back in high school. you swear, you almost want to curse fate right there. and now he’s looking at you, eyebrows raised like he’s just as shocked. you’re ready to bolt, already stammering some excuse like, “uh, I’m good, I’ll pass—”

but your friends? oh, they’re no help. one of them’s like, “YAY! the dare’s set! you two gotta do 7 minutes inside cupboard!”

locked in a cupboard for seven minutes. seven whole minutes. you’re screaming internally, why this? why him? you glance at him, expecting him to shut it down, because no way he’s cool with this, right? but he just shrugs, avoiding your eyes, and mumbles, “guess it can’t be helped.”

before you knew it, the group was shoving you both toward this tiny closet. the door slammed shut, and you heard the click of the lock. it was so cramped, you could barely move. he was right in front of you, one hand braced against the wall by your head, his body way too close.

you could feel his breath, and it made your skin prickle. the air was thick, and you were already sweating, trying not to panic. you couldn’t even look at him, so you stared at the wall, muttering, “look, sorry about this. let’s just… forget this ever happened when we get out, okay?”

he didn’t say anything back. you’re still kinda scared of him — yeah, he’s still scary, but he’s looking more handsome now, and that actually makes your heart beat way too fast. you’re afraid he might hear it.

then he speaks, voice low, repeating something you just said, “forget this, huh?” you nod, nervous, but before you can say anything else, he leans in. way closer. your back’s already against the wall, and his body’s practically pinning you. good, you’re trapped. his face is inches from yours, and you’re like, “what are you—”

but then he kisses you. slow, soft at first, like he’s testing the waters. he pulls back, staring into your soul, one hand gently cupping your face. you’re frozen, heart racing, body tingling. you can’t even form words. it’s too much. the air feels thick, suffocating.

then he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can't help yourself to you lean into it, arms wrapping around his neck. you don’t know if it’s the heat of the cupboard or the fact that, deep down, you’ve always had a thing for him, but you’re into it.

he whispers your name between kisses, his voice all husky, and his hands start wandering—lower, brushing your thighs. your breath hitches, and you hear yourself whisper, “more.”

he pauses, eyes locked on yours, like he’s asking for permission. you nod, barely thinking straight. next thing you know, he’s undoing his belt, and oh, his dick’s out, hard and ready. you’re both moving fast now, like you’re racing the clock. he tugs your panties down, and you’re already so worked up you don’t even care.

he slides in, slow at first, and you gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth so you don’t moan too loud. the cupboard creaks as he starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours. his hair’s all messy, sweat dripping down his face, and it’s so very attractive of him.

four minutes in, he’s got his head buried in your shoulder, kissing your neck, and you whimper his name. you clench around him, and he groans, teeth gritted, clearly feeling it.

you’re both so lost in each other, you forget the timer, forget everything. he picks up the pace, and you’re whispering, “nnh— I’m gonna—” before you cum, hard, muffling your moans with your hands. He grabs your hips, slamming into you one last time before he finishes, cumming inside you.

you’re both panting, trying to catch your breath, when you realize — shit, it’s been seven minutes. he quickly pulls his pants up, you fix your clothes, and he steals one more kiss before you both try to act normal. except… the door’s still locked.

nine minutes passed before the door finally opened. apparently, they “forgot” about you guys. he just tsks, annoyed, and you’re standing there, sweaty and legs a bit wobbling.

your friend question you because of how sweaty you are. you stammer, “I-It’s hot in there, okay? super small cupboard.” but your face is burning, and you’re barely holding it together, wondering how you went from dreading this to… whatever this was with the guy you thought hated you.

kageyama tobio, bakugo katsuki, michael kaiser, shinazugawa sanemi, tsukishima kei, itoshi rin, iwaizumi hajime, shorato ichimiya, rayne ames, kanzaki kaoru, fushiguro megumi, dabi, lance crown, your fav character . . .

a coincidence he had planned.

hiori yo, he always watched from the shadows first. the way you walked, the way you smiled at people, even the way you played with your pen when you got bored. everything about you got carved into his head like notes he’d never forget. he made sure to know what you liked, what made you frown, and who made you laugh. none of it ever felt enough for him, though, he wanted more.

hiori yo, he was patient. he waited until he knew the perfect time to show up, the perfect way to bump into your life without looking suspicious. he had rehearsed it over and over in his head, every possible scenario, every possible word. you thought it was fate, but for him, it was calculation. his patience wasn’t about kindness, it was about control.

hiori yo, the first time you looked at him with those eyes, he almost broke character. he had to remind himself not to stare too long, not to give away that he already knew you better than you knew yourself. he smiled just enough, acted just enough, so you wouldn’t suspect a thing. and you didn’t.

hiori yo, found out pretty quick you were into him, even before you did, somehow. he noticed the way your eyes went wide when you saw him from across the hall, or how your face heat up when his name was mentioned casually. he waited until the right time, watching, figuring out how to make everything feel like a story fate wrote just for you two.

hiori yo, when you finally said, “meeting you was a lucky coincidence” with that beautiful smile of yours. it was exactly the line he had been waiting for. his chest burned with something sharp and hot, but his face only softened, his lips curving up as if he agreed. “yeah” he said, the simplest word hiding the darkest truth. the thing was, that "coincidence"? yeah, not a coincidence at all.

hiori yo, his obsession didn’t crash into your world suddenly. it grew slow, careful, like a shadow following you in the morning light, always there but never stepping too far forward. he wasn’t just a stalker or obsessed, he was someone twisted up in his past, trying to hold onto something real by knowing you inside and out before letting you in.

hiori yo, you loved him so much you never guessed how close he’d been all along, watching, waiting, planning that moment when your story would start. and maybe, just maybe, that planned coincidence was the closest thing he had to hope.

a/n: this was inspired by that one reel i saw and i feel like this is what hiori would do 🙏

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