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The sound of the doorbell barely registered in your dizzy mind as you laid on the couch in your pajamas. You were supposed to be getting ready for school, but when your mom saw your expression, she pushed you towards the couch. You forgot Kasamatsu was planning on walking to school with you, so when your mother shouted, “Oh Kasamatsu-kun! I didn’t know you were showing up this morning!” you’d winced for two reasons. Her voice was very loud. The other reason? You looked like a mess in front of your boyfriend. You’d pulled the covers over your face, ashamed to be seen without wearing any make up or even dressed in

Part 1: Caffeine Heights [Oikawa x Reader 1/2] (December 20)            The sixth time you see Oikawa, it’s nine forty three in the night time. The streetlights outside cast beams of slightly yellow light and the snowflakes float gently to the ground, the sight is relaxing, nostalgic even. The coffee shop is silent aside from the whirring of the coffee machines and another hackneyed Christmas carol playing through the speakers.              Business had been very slow today—no, almost non-existent. A total of three people had strolled into the shop. One of them needed directions to the library—you silently gave them a un

(December 5) The first time you meet Oikawa Tooru is at six thirteen in the morning. Snow was falling gently to the ground and you had dodged one too many poorly compacted snowballs to get to work. By the time you had arrived at the coffee shop, snowball residue had slipped its way into your back and you were eighty nine percent sure that your spine had frostbite. Stupid twelve year olds and their stupid snowball fights.            You slipped your manager issued key into the Mom & Pop: Coffee Shop door and muttered a brief hallelujah as you pulled the door open and was welcomed with a warm wave of hot air. You imagined that the electri

Warning: Profanities Today couldn’t have been a worse day. Well…in retrospect it actually could have been worse. For one, you could have burned the entire restaurant down. At that moment you wished you had to avoid the complete and utter embarrassment that you felt from burning the fucking Chateaubriand. You burnt the fucking Chateaubriand.            You were beyond embarrassed, you were mortified.      You burnt the fucking Chateaubriand and watched with raw, unfeigned terror as the perfectly butter basted tenderloin fillet burst into flames! You didn’t just burn it; you incinerated a one hundred and fifty two dollar s

The hustle and bustle of the up and coming café, The Vanilla Blue, was at one time as mesmerizing as it was consistent. There was always a steady flow of wealthy customers wandering in from the busy streets craving late morning brunch or something sweet to eat on their commute to work. The location of The Vanilla Blue was prime real estate for high class tourist income and business was booming.            Nine o’clock AM on the dot, you waltz into The Vanilla Blue, expertly weaving through the line of guests leading to the entrance of the café. At this point, you had become desensitized to their scowls and whispers of how ru

私は桜の花の下であなたを見ましました 「 i saw you under the cherry blossoms 」 He met you at the front entrance, on the very first day of school. The cherry blossoms were just beginning to bloom and the soft breeze allowed the petals to fall down on you. You were standing there, with outstretched arms and a gentle smiling face. The radiant sunlight that beamed a white light through the leaves caressed your face. It was a sight that made his heart clench. He could never forget it. A lot of people paid attention to you, and

"And there you go, getting yourself sick," an infuriatingly teasing tone drawled as an all-too-familiar figure walked through your door, "Ha~ what am I going to do with you?" You scowled crabbily and rolled over so you faced the couch instead of him... "Imayoshi. What are you doing here?" You grumbled before hacking painfully into your blankets with a groan. "O-ow..." "Taking care of my reckless girlfriend if I'm not mistaken," he replied with a deep chuckle and knelt down beside you, "Honestly (Name) you're so careless with your health. You knew walking out in the snow after helping out the swim team was a bad idea." "If you're going to insu

It was almost time; just a mere few hours separated you from New Year's Day. To say that you were both excited and happy would be understandable. Normally you celebrated New Year just like any other holiday - in company of your family and relatives - but this year it would be slightly different. One week prior your parents had announced that they were going to spend New Year's Day with their workmates, giving you permission to celebrate said event with your middle school friends. You still felt jittery and joyful as you reminisced about the subsequent happenings. Right after your parents' statement you had texted your school friends, polite

cingulomania (n.) a desire to hold someone in your arms The luminous sunlight pouring out of the windows through the thin white curtains roused you from slumber, pulling you out of the realm of your pretty lucid dreams. Out of pure instinct and habit, you forced your eyes open, squinting at the digital clock atop of the wooden bedside table. A sigh of relief left your chest as an exhausted smile graced your lips; you still had at least ten minutes before you were supposed to bid a temporary farewell to the comforts of your soft bed. You feared that you were going to be tardy for your first class with the strict professor once again. You rubb