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hi! this might be a bit random but what could be reasons why two people hate each other? i wanted to go for something like gut feeling cause i don’t want too much angst but i’m scared it might come off as too shallow

Not random at all!

Reasons For Your Characters To Hate Each Other

Bad first impression: When A and B meet, A is in a bad mood. They’re snappier than usual and make a rude remark / completely ignore B. B decides then and there that they hate A, causing A to hate B back.

Bad reputation: B has been told time and time again that A is bad news (e.g A is mean, shallow, manipulative, stuck up, etc.). When they meet A, they decide not to give A a chance and presume the worst of them.

Association: A associates B with a bad person / a bad time in their life. For example, B is friends/related to A’s worst enemy or B had something to do with a bad experience that A had. B isn’t directly responsible for anything bad in A’s life, A just associated them with bad things and therefore dislikes them.

Conflicting ideas: Even if they’re on the same side, they may both have different ideas/opinions that they’re unwilling to give up.

Misunderstanding: Very simple. A believes that B wronged them in some way or that B is a bad person when, in reality, B did nothing wrong.

One of them has something that the other one wants: Jealousy is a vicious force, whether it’s for something physical, something emotional, or anything else. Your character might be jealous that the other one has a relationship, opportunities, acceptance, etc.

They simply don’t mesh: They feel like their personalities don’t work together. They may see the other as boring, stuck up, too loud, too quiet, stubborn or a million other things.

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More reasons for your characters to hate each other

Leave requests for other oneliners and prompts!

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Tips For Writing Black Characters

Since some of y’all don’t know how to write Black characters, I decided to give you some tips. My fellow Black people can add onto this if they’d like.

Not all Black people are from the United States. The U.S. just has the largest population of Black people in the world due to slavery. There are Black people from Europe, Asia, South America, the Caribbean, and the motherland Africa. We aren’t limited to one country or continent. 

PLEASE DO NOT WRITE DARK SKIN BLACK WOMEN AS RATCHET. The stereotype is rooted in both racism and colorism as the “strong Black woman” trope has been used to defeminize dark skin Black woman and even deny them healthcare. Make feminine dark skin Black women!

People mixed with Black ARE Black People. I shouldn’t have to explain this.

Lightskin =/=  Mixed race. There are light skin people with fully Black parents and they still come out like that. Yes you can have mixed race characters that have light skin but most light skins come from fully Black parents.

Don’t make most of us athletes, singers, or rappers. Some Black people want to do writing, some Black people want to make video games. Just because we dominate a few things doesn’t mean that most of us want to do said things.

Don’t be afraid to make queer, disabled, or neurodivergent Black characters. Most Black people aren’t represented in those communities, so making Black characters apart of said communities would be really great to see.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT MAKE JOKES ABOUT OUR RACE. Your watermelon jokes aren’t funny. Your fried chicken jokes aren’t funny. Racism isn’t comedy.

DO NOT REDUCE US TO THE BEST FRIEND/M*MMY TROPE. Do not make your Black characters dependent on the white protag or make them their “parent”. Black characters’ only personality traits shouldn’t be the shoulder for the protag to cry on.

Put Black people in subcultures were Black people aren’t prevalent. I wanna see Black punks. I wanna see Black lolitas. I wanna see Black indie girls and boys. Black people aren’t always hood. We can still like rap music but still be apart of different subcultures.

DO NOT FETISHIZE US. DO NOT. Don’t make Black women’s bodies a fetish. Don’t make Black men’s bodies a fetish. We are not a fetish.

Please look up common Black hairstyles and the history of them. Treat Black hair with care. Do not put non Black characters in box braids or cornrolls because those are protective styles for Black women.

Please look up Black hair types. Not all Black people have the same hair type.

DO NOT WRITE NON-BLACK CHARACTERS SPEAKING IN EBONICS. JUST DON’T.

I hope this guide on how to write Black characters. Reblogs > Likes

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Cheat Sheet for Writing Emotion

Anger:

Grinding teeth

Narrowing eyes

Yelling

A burning feeling in the chest

Heavy breathing

Unjustified or justified accusations towards other characters

Jerky movements

Glaring

Violence

Stomping

Face reddening

Snapping at people

Sadness:

Lack of motivation

Messy appearance

Quiet

Slow movements

Crying

Inability to sleep

Frowning

Red eyes

Isolating oneself

Fatigue

Not concentrating

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// Whole //

» warnings: not much other than potential manga spoilers!!

» pairings: hawks & gn!reader

» genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

» wc: 1,180

» a/n: here’s the alternate ending to Void !! i teared up writing this :,)) i hope you like it <3

» Void (part 1) , Blackhole (part 2/sad ending)

You didn’t sleep well last night. You silently cried as you reminisced on the good days you and Keigo once had. But the pain only continued as you remembered him gradually becoming more and more distant. It hurt so badly, seeing the love of your life drift further away from you both physically and emotionally.

You woke the next morning, your heavy eyes fluttering open, squinting as you faced the daylight. You sighed deeply, sitting up and turning to see Keigo still fast asleep.

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happy birthday to the one and only shouta aizawa <33

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what dating them feels like

shinso, shoto, denki & aizawa

fluff + headcanons

HITOSHI SHINSO

the morning right when the rain is about to start; the smell of it is so comforting, the sky is a dark grey and the soft noises of the water hitting the pavement is enough to sooth you to sleep. despite the coldness and how harsh it can get, you can always manage to have fun in the rain.

SHOTO TODOROKI

you know those times when you meet eyes with a stranger and they give you the nicest smile ever? dating shoto is exactly like that; distant yet heartwarming. neither of you know what to say and it's not really needed.

DENKI KAMINARI

staying up late and blasting some rock song. to some this might sound goofy, but when you're in the zone; practically jumping off the walls and energetic, it really doesn't matter. you scream your heart out to the song and by the end, your face hurts from smiling too much.

SHOUTA AIZAWA

cozy mornings where it's cold but the thick blankets keep you warm. you want to get up and do something, but the thought of doing that is heartbreaking. your mind stops and suddenly you don't care anymore, you're far too focused on how happy you feel in the moment.

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aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt……as sad as i wanted… i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

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“At the Nightclub” - oneshot, fluff, meet-cute

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Synopsis - Shouta was spending another Friday at a club (thanks to his dear friends), where he'd much rather prefer to be at home. Although ready to leave, his night gets a little better after you show up.

Warnings/tags - light drinking, one drunk character, GN! Reader

A/N ~ heres the aizawa fic!! I intended this to be one chapter but I might end up making a second part bc this didnt have everything I wanted to include :>

Nightclubs were never Shouta’s thing. No matter how many times he told his loving, albeit energetic friends this, they always managed to drag him along on their activities every Friday night. And it always ended the same way: him leaving early while they continued to party on. Although he doesn’t leave immediately, usually taking the same creaky barstool, slowly sipping the same beverage. If there’s the opportunity for a drink, Shouta certainly won’t turn it down, usually finishing two before he heads out.

He was on his second drink, preparing to give the same excuse of needing to prepare schoolwork like always. It’s not like it was totally untrue; he did always have some kind of work to finish during the weekend. But somehow his friends believed it every single time, granted they were also far more invested in the dance floor than talking about work. Shouta still wanted to finish his drink before leaving though, not willing to let the bitter beverage go to waste.

But before he could get that final sip in, he sees a wobbly figure making their way towards him. He turns to deny them any possibility of a conversation, but before he can open his mouth, the drunken stranger plops themself right onto the barstool beside him. He eyes them hesitantly, and they give him a half-lidded stare paired with a lopsided smirk. Their bloodshot eyes told him they most likely wouldn’t last much longer into the night. 

“Hey,” they slur, almost seductively, “what is a handsome man like you doing here?” Aizawa rolls his eyes internally, figuring out how to end the conversation as swiftly as possible. Just as he opens his mouth to respond, they put one of their hands up to stop him.

“It’s okay, no need to answer. I’m not very interested anyway,” they say, still smirking. Aizawa feels relief flood through him, although he’s still curious as to why they sat down in the first place.

“I’m actually here for my friend over there,” they gesture over their shoulder with their thumb towards a booth, where you sit sipping on a bright-colored drink. You seem to notice your friend who then waves at you, their smug smile growing. You do a double-take, also realizing who they’re sitting next to. You quickly turn away trying to hide your face, although the damage is already done.

At the start of the night, our friend had offered to sit with you after the rest of the group you’d gone out with made their way to the dance floor. You didn’t mind hanging out at the club with them, but tonight you were more tired than usual, so you opted for a booth. You and your friend were having fun and meaningless conversations, and eventually got to the topic of who your type was. 

“So,” they began, “I’ve actually never heard you talk about your type… that is, if you have one?” They rest their head in both their hands, appearing overly interested in the subject.

You hadn’t really thought about it much, not ever paying attention to the specifics of your preferences. You made it look like you were pondering deeply about this answer, when a man at the bar caught your eye. To someone else, he might’ve looked a little too rough around the edges, the way he was hunching over his drink appeared unappealing. But for some reason, you were drawn to his features. You found him very attractive, and decided the answer to your friend’s question.

“Him,” you nodded in the man’s direction, “he’s my type.” Your friend followed to where you gestured, side-eyeing you suspiciously.

“Him?” You hummed in agreement, hoping that would satisfy their curiosity. “At least I find him attractive,” you add on for extra umph. He is so fine you think to yourself. You turn your attention back to your drink, thinking to yourself for a moment, waiting for your friend's response. It is only then that you look up after a few minutes, and take in the empty seat before you.

You’re brought back to reality, after reevaluating what led you to this situation, to your friend pulling you up and towards the man at the bar. At this point you’re completely frozen, your friend doing all the talking. You should've known they would have pulled something like this, after having lost count of how many drinks they’d had. 

“I think you two will get along well,” they beam, and before you know it they’ve gone to god knows where. You’ll need to find them later to take them home, but that’s a problem for the future. Right now, your focus is on the deep, sleep-deprived eyes staring right back into yours.

You hesitantly sit on the bar stool, eyeing the visibly annoyed man next to you. “Jeez, sorry about that...I totally get it if you don't really wanna talk," you offer. He sighs heavily as he sets his drink down. "It's alright we can talk," he grumbles out, now somewhat facing you.

"So...what brings you here?"

"Funny, your friend asked the same thing."

"Well.. you are sitting alone at a club." It’s not uncommon for patrons to sit alone, but the rugged man looked especially miserable for such a lively atmosphere.

"Fair. My friends dragged me here to loosen up. I don't think this is what they had in mind for me." You turn more towards him, encouraged by his response. "Same here. To be completely honest I actually enjoy it a little, even if it doesn't seem like it. I guess the pleasure doesn't come as naturally to me as it does to others."

"I get that,” he mumbles out.

You shift a bit in your seat, thinking over the question that burned in your mind from the start of this interaction. "Do you mind if I ask, what did my friend tell you when she went up to you?"

"She told me you thought I was ‘so fine,’" using air quotes on the last part, and what you think is the faintest hint of a smirk on his rough features.

I said that out loud? you panic to yourself.

"Oh,” you mumble, your face quickly heating up. “I uh... really didn't think she’d mention that… she didn’t happen to tell you anything else, did she?" you ask, worry apparent across your features. The dark-haired man shook his head 'no' as he reached to take a sip of his drink. You sigh and stare at your hands that are now folded on your lap for a moment. The brief minute of awkward silence that now held before you two felt like a million years.

"Uhm... you left your drink over there," the man pipes up.

"Oh, it wasn't making much of a difference anyway..I'm not much of a drinker." He nods and grunts in response. You can tell he isn’t much of a talker, but the fact that he is trying lifts your mood a little. Even if it was awkward, you still wanted to try and salvage the conversation as much as possible.

"What do you have? I'm sure it's strong given the circumstances.."

"Whiskey."

"Wow," you praise, "I guess I was not far off…", the last part mostly to yourself. To your surprise, he manages to hear it and lets out a hearty chuckle. 

At the start of this interaction, you hadn't anticipated actually wanting to leave with him; you simply found him attractive, and your drunk friend interpreted that as you being interested. However, as the conversation went on, you found him far more charming than you expected, awkward silences and all. And that hearty chuckle was the final push that made your heart flutter and face flush. You laugh along with him, feeling the tension slowly ease up. He stops to stare at you for a moment, which catches you off-guard. His onyx eyes (another trait you found attractive) were piercing, as though he could pinpoint precisely what you were thinking and feeling at that exact moment.

You realize you’ve also shifted your gaze towards his lips, which is something he undoubtedly noticed. This time, it’s him who breaks the silence, bringing you out of your daze. “I’m sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Shouta Aizawa.” 

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Shouta ended up driving you home that night because your friend "accidentally" (as they claim) forgot and left without you. He walked you to your door and you both said a brief goodbye before he vanished into the night. However, after being able to hold a successful conversation with him you felt a new surge of confidence flow through you, and discreetly wrote your number on a piece of paper and left it in the passenger car door. You hoped he would notice it, or at the very least you would see him again sometime soon, even if by random chance.

After making sure you were inside safe, Shouta felt uncharacteristically giddy during the drive home. He tried to push down that feeling, reminding himself how illogical it makes people, but no matter what he just couldn't. There was something about you that made him feel relaxed even in such a lively (and overstimulating) environment. He kicked himself after realizing he had no way to further contact you. He lets out a deep sigh. It's probably for the best he thinks to himself, still replaying the night's events through his head like a broken record. 

He wished that somehow, though probably unlikely, you two would meet again. The kind of happiness he began to feel when talking to you is one he very rarely felt, and he clung onto it for dear life. Shota continuously berated himself for dwelling on such a small interaction, but that brief moment at the club left a surprising impression on him. He was determined to find you again, to relive the emotions felt that one Friday at the nightclub.

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Synopsis: Hawks has been teasing you ever since you met; little does he know you think hes serious and one day he goes a step too far.

Warnings/tags: swearing, gn! reader, hawks calls reader pretty

A/n ~ I forgot I wrote this so I went ahead and edited it, it's also my first one shot so I hope u enjoy the read :D (also sry for sucky title lmao)

You woke up this morning feeling amazing, and to match that it was a beautiful day. The way the sun had peeked through your curtains to wake you up felt heavenly, and you thought to yourself, today is going to be great. 

After getting ready for the day, you took the morning train to your agency and clocked in to begin your morning patrol. You had opted for mornings so you could get it out of the way, but it wasn't uncommon for you to be called in to help out later, which you didn't really mind. 

So far, your patrol had been great. It was peaceful, anyone you walked by gave a warm greeting. One of the local coffee shop owners even offered you a free cup of coffee, which you happily accepted. The people here knew you well, as this was the part of town you patrolled the most. It was almost 1pm (your shift started around 9am), and you felt it had been a successful morning. As you were rounding the last corner of your route, you heard a familiar flapping of wings, and a light breeze blowing from above. 

You thought maybe today was the one day you could finish a peaceful patrol without having to talk to him. 

Oh no. Please not now, you thought to yourself. 

"Weellll, would you look at who it is!" Hawks drawled out as he landed loudly.

"The iconic h/n, making their way down the street, when there's absolutely nothing in sight!" Hawks's favorite way of 'messing with you,' as he put it, was pointing out how every single time he saw you, there was no crime in sight. Of course, his teasing never implied there was no crime because of you, but simply because you never actually wanted to do anything and chose the easy routes. This angered you because he never seemed to pay attention when you did stop crime, even if a majority of the time it was when you were helping him out. 

"Why do you feel the need to bother me everyday?" You continue walking, slightly picking up the pace, and the winged hero proceeds to easily match your speed. 

"What can I say, it's too easy!" He expressed. 

You stopped suddenly to look at him. "Look," you deadpanned, "I'm almost done with my patrol, so you can save your insults for tomorrow." You spun back around and continued your fast walking, hoping he'd leave you alone. But, of course, Hawks wouldn't let you off that easily. 

"Insults? Don't act so innocent, you love to fire back at me" he smirked, suddenly flying in front of you. 

"It's too easy," you said, mocking his tone from earlier. 

"Damn, ok then... I guess someone's in a mood," Hawks mumbled, however still loud enough for you to hear. 

"I was actually in a good mood until you showed up! You always have a way of ruining my day, don't you? What did I ever do to you?" At this point, you were glaring with an intensity that managed to catch Hawks off guard. 

His look of shock disappeared quickly, replaced with a sly smirk, however this time it was far more infuriating than previous times he flashed it your way. 

"You know, I'm just teasing. How do you expect me to react to someone as pretty as you?" Hawks proudly waited for your flustered expression at his compliment, as most would react, and instead was met with your already angry expression worsening. 

"I cannot believe you," you muttered. Somehow, faster than he could react you quickly turned to finally finish your route for the day, hopefully with no more rude interruptions. 

You somehow managed to make it back to your agency without him following you, silently celebrating your escape. After you clocked out for your lunch, you headed home, a place that was guaranteed to be Hawks-free. You typically would eat at this small cafe near your agency, however due to the unfortunate circumstances, you proceeded to order it instead. Your anger let up a little once the food arrived, and slowly began to improve as you ate. You relished in the beauty of the day from within your home (before it was ruined for you), slightly dreading the moment you would have to go back to your agency. The second half of your day usually included the more boring part of being a hero; the paper work. However, since you hadn't faced any problems during patrol, it should be fairly light. 

You stood up and stretched, ready to head back, when suddenly your phone buzzed from a notification. As soon as you turned on your phone to check what it was, your anger returned. 

At the top read: Hawks, 2 messages 

You had completely forgotten the fact that Hawks had your number. Your agency was next to his, so often you were asked to assist or partner up on missions, which meant you had to be able to contact each other. Hawks made attempts to bother you through texting outside of work, but to him your dry replies over text were nothing like the real thing. When you first met, you were initially thrilled; who wouldn't be after getting the Number 2's number and the rare opportunity to work with him? Although you hadn't known much about him aside from his ranking, it was still exciting nonetheless. However, his cockiness got in the way and ultimately tainted your first impression of him. Don't be upset if you can't keep up, he had said with that notorious smile of his. Although you laughed it off, comments like that would become frequent, gradually turning the focus to you. 

You decided to turn off your phone and wait until after work to deal with him.

  • • • • • • •

Hawks stared at his phone, waiting for the little 'read' to pop up under the two messages:

Hey, can I stop by your agency?

I want to talk for a bit

At this point, 5 minutes had passed and nothing happened. To him, 5 minutes of no response meant the other person didn't want to talk. With a frown, he put his phone away, thinking about the interaction earlier. He hadn't meant to actually hurt your feelings; he was only teasing, you knew that right? After you told him off, Hawks had stood there for a good few minutes dumbfounded. He planned to follow you again to apologize, but he was called to help with some minor criminal activity in a neighboring city at that moment. 

Hawks felt his teasing was harmless, and that you knew it was to get a reaction out of you; it was almost like a little game to him. However, when he thought about it more, he realized he had been the only one playing along. At the beginning he felt the energy was light, playful. He took your insults to him as an invitation to push you a little further, not thinking about how far he was actually going. Hawks tried to ease the tension by calling you pretty, which unbeknownst to you, he honestly felt. You were very pretty. He decided he was going to go straight to your agency and apologize to your face, whether you like it or not. 

   • • • • • •

You slumped in your chair, discouraged by the pile of paperwork currently on your desk. It was now 4pm, the time you planned on leaving work, however the small fight that had occurred in the neighboring city was a case your agency had been working on the previous week. The fight was small enough that you didn't need to be called in, however your agency felt the repercussions after being involved in the first place. 

You were a little under halfway done with the pile, and you estimated you wouldn't be done until 5:30pm. At this calculation you decided to give yourself a small break to get water. As you made your way into the lounge, towards the front of the office floor, you saw none other than the Number 2 hero. He was talking with one of your coworkers, however his charm seemed to affect everyone there. You nearly overfilled your cup when he spotted you and he gave a small nod to your coworker to then start making his way towards you. Something was off, you thought, as he wore a somewhat nervous expression. You stood there, too stunned to react, as he made his way towards you. 

"I know, I'm probably the last person you want to see right now," he said, scratching his neck. You began to drink your water, so he cleared his throat and continued talking. 

"Do you think we could take this conversation to your office?" He asked, taking off his visor. You sighed and tossed your cup in the trash, and began leading him to your office. As you made your way across the room, you could feel the stares of your coworkers as the winged hero followed you. Jeez, they can't try to be at least a little subtle? you thought. He closed the door as you stood facing the window that overlooked the street. 

"Continue," you said flatly. 

"I, uh, didn't mean to come across so harshly earlier," he admitted. 

"Thanks." Hawks nearly flinched at your sour tone.

To his surprise, you kept going. "Do you even pay attention to what I do outside of reacting to your antics?" You turned around to meet his stare. There was something more genuine to his expression, although you couldn't explain it, but you didn't let that get to you just yet. 

"I thought it was a joke at first, and then you kept going. You always made comments basically about how useless I am. Do you know how that feels?" 

"Pretty awful," Hawks mumbled, looking down slightly. 

"Yeah," you scoffed, "and after always hearing those things, for you to top it off with calling me pretty? I thought at that point you were really mocking me." 

"You know," Hawks started, "I never mean those things I say to you...I don't think you're useless. Quite the opposite actually...you fight so confidently I thought you'd be able to take my teasing. I should've been more considerate. I'm sorry." 

You stared at him in shock of his apology, searching his face for any sign of falsity in his statement, but finding none. He stared back, his warm eyes showing the honesty of what he said at that moment. You looked back down at your feet; you felt so stupid for taking his jests so seriously, always insulting him back with true disgust. 

"I'm... sorry too. I didn't mean to snap, it had just been building up and...I took it out on you." You looked up to see he had stepped closer, about a foot away from you now. 

You had never gotten this close to him, and the minimal space between you two allowed you to really take in his features. It was surprising how different he appeared without his visor, and silently you wished he would take it off more often. He truly was attractive, a fact you could never deny, despite your previous distaste towards him. His kindness was something you never expected, and (as cheesy as it is) it made him all the more beautiful. 

He gave you a sympathetic smile. "You don't need to apologize. I was.... being an ass, to put it bluntly," he chuckled, and for once you chuckled back. 

"Yeah," you smiled. Hawks always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you express your happiness with him made his heart flutter at how stunning you really were. There was a bit of awkwardness to the air, but it was much more breathable than the previous tension that would always build when you were within the same vicinity as the other. 

Hawks finally broke the silence. "And for the record, I really meant what I said when I called you pretty," and with that he winked and flashed his smirk, however this time it felt like a warm embrace instead of a slap to the face. You looked at him in disbelief, and covered your face when he started chuckling at your expression. 

"How about I make it up to you by taking you to dinner? I know this place that makes incredible yakitori," he said, drawing out the last vowel to add emphasis. 

You sighed and looked away. "I can't, I have a shit ton of paperwork I need to finish. Maybe another time?"

"I'll finish it tomorrow. I was the one involved in the fight after all, I can help out. Just send the files and I'll take care of it," he offered.

"Are you sure?" You asked. "It's a lot," you warned, but he persisted.

"I'm positive," he said, still smiling. "Consider this another way of me making it up to you. That is, if you even want to go out with me," he teased.

"I do, actually," you retorted, earning a hearty laugh from the winged hero. "Thank you, Hawks." Your expression was kind, and it warmed him to the core. And with that, you gathered your things as he led you out the door, both ready for the new start between you two.

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ᴋᴇɪɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ / "ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ"

Hawks and a crush - hcs, fluff

"Neverending Tease" - oneshot, hurt(kinda)/comfort

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soft rain (we roll the windows down) - part 3 of 3

rating: sfw word count: 8,511 tags: gender-neutral reader, quirkless reader, mild angst, angst with a happy ending content warnings: none

Just this morning, Shouta had kissed your forehead before leaving for work. You hadn’t stirred, which pleased him because he wanted you to get your rest. Now, he wishes he had woken you up so he could have spent a few more selfish moments with you.

"We’re breaking up?" His voice croaks even though his throat is no longer dry.

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