#acrp fics

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Hello~ i was who requested for the maehara x karma and i just wanted to ask: where can i found your AO3? can you link it or tell me the name cos I would love to read the stories there to~^^

aa, of course!! my ao3 username is akihito_kanburrito

i hope you like reading my works!!

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Yes gakukaru have pretty big fandom but i feel like I read it all (T ^ T) But i totally understand that's why i asked>_<. so may i request again but for karma and maekara^^? the "i trusted you" line (sorry I forgot the number while writing>\\\<) and if i can choose...let karma say it pls~! Thank you~~!

sorry it’s taken so long!! i got caught up in schoolwork (it was a game and my competitive streak came out). never fear though, karushuu week is almost upon us, so you’ll have lots of new material then!! but wOAH i hope you like angst because this got angsty real quick (if you check out my ao3, you’ll know it’s a specialty of mine)

Slumped with his chin on his hand, Karma watched the scene outside of the classroom window. It had been playing out for many minutes now, and each passing moment caused his knuckles to itch into fists, and his jaw to tense. 

Maehara was flirting again. They were mindless girls with nothing better to do, but flirting is flirting; cheating is cheating.

More time passed, and Karma fought hard to quell the angry burn in his stomach. Maehara had left — a wink, a smile and a cheery ‘bye-bye’ — and his footsteps were pacing up to the classroom where Karma sat, despite the fact that it was lunchtime and no lessons were due there any time soon.

The door flew open. “There you are!” Maehara exclaimed, bright teeth shining through his grin. “I’ve been searching all over for you, you know?”

“Hmm, really?” Karma drawled carelessly, though the curl of his fingers depicted his true feelings. “And I suppose you were asking Meinu-san and Oroka-san for directions?” Maehara let out a breath, the noise following it being something caught between a sigh and a scream.

“Karma, I swear, they just came onto me,” Maehara explained. Karma sucked in a sharp breath to suppress the fury spreading through his chest.

Silence. Then, “Even though they know I’m your boyfriend?” Maehara nodded profusely. Pure anger settled in Karma’s throat, the petals of its flame unfurling rapidly at the faux innocence on Maehara’s face. “Wow, their names fit them well.”

“Karma, that’s not fa—”

“I trusted you!” Karma yelled, slamming his hand onto the desk before him. The emotions caught in his throat writhed painfully. Stunned into silence, Maehara simply stood, his face erased of anything other than shock. “I trusted you, and you betrayed that trust. I’m leaving.” Karma picked up his bag from the hook on his desk, and made for the door. Impeding him, a hand knocked into his chest, and Karma followed the arm connected to it until he saw the owner’s face.

“… Please, Karma,” Maehara begged. “Please, if you leave now, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Karma shook his head bitterly.

“Then you’d better figure it out quick,” he rebuffed, then coldly muttered, “Have fun with Meinu-san.”

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i didnt know you take fanfic requests, uhh your fluffy au shirokoro ideas are really nice if could write a small fic i mean if you want to if you have time

sorry for the wait! i wasn’t exactly sure what names they would call each other by?? so i stuck with koro and shiro because korosensei seemed weird, and… i don’t know, i guess yanagisawa just leaves too much room for embarrassing typos. this is also really ooc, i’m sorry, i’m just hopeless when it comes to characterisation for these two! i hope it’s acceptable anyways?

Shiro’s eyebrow twitched. Before him, shirts, jackets, socks were all strewn about his bedroom, all dirty and therefore, all most certainly should have been in the laundry basket. So exactly why weren’t they?

“It has been a stressful week of teaching for me, you must understand,” Koro explained, his eyes pools of melodramatic woe. “My students have important exams coming up — you can’t expect me to abandon them at this stage!” While Koro’s words may have been respectable, there was no way for Shiro to miss the lacings of ‘pity me!’ in the voice that spoke them.

Clicking his tongue, Shiro huffed. “Tragic,” he deadpanned, and Koro narrowed his eyes, switching the aura surrounding him from misery to scrutiny.

“Well,” he started, voice cool and analytic, “at least I don’t take up the whole bed when I sleep.” 

“Leaving your dirty laundry everywhere instead of in the basket is far worse, are you stupid?” Shiro growled, and Koro sucked in his cheeks indignantly, appearing personally offended. 

“No, it’s n—”

“Yes,” Shiro rebuffed with a squint, “it is.”