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The early morning rays make their way into the stillness of the room. Soft snores and breathing are mixed with the buzz of the air conditioner providing some reprieve from the hot summer heat. But that doesn’t bother him at all. No, as much as he loses sleep over mindless and ridiculous things, it doesn’t beat this. It doesn’t beat seeing you first thing in the morning. His hand rests leisurely on your waist, light yet protective. He sits up to rest his  weight on his opposite forearm to really get a good look at you. The way your eyebrows relax under his touch, how your lips are parted ever so slightly to let in air and let out a little bit of drool, he loves it all. The way your legs curl up underneath yourself as if to hold onto a fleeting memory make his purple eyes soften. He never thought he would get this lucky ever in his life. It was almost like everything fell into place after meeting you. It was by chance, as is most things he supposes. He had just been defeated by

folding a thousand paper cranes equals one wish whatever is desired shall come true if only the time is right You met the love of your life at a young age. Suzaku Kururugi was a righteous boisterous young boy you befriended mostly due to your parents and your mutual status of Elevens. You’d often spend time together, duelling with wooden sticks, tending to the flowers at the shrine you visited or simply eating ice cream, tucked away somewhere you thought nobody could see you. Suzaku was your best friend, your moral support and your pillar of strength. He wasn’t, however, the love of your life – he was the one who introduced you to him and the one who, in the end, took him from you. For the former, you’d be eternally thankful and for the latter, you’d hate him bittersweetly, almost helplessly. Lelouch and Nunally Lamperouge were innocent at best. They were protective of each other in their roles of siblings, robust as each child should be and – what should’ve been worst in any

Sixth Sense Aizawa Shouta x Reader I saw this BNHA head canon about Aizawa and I thought it was really cute so I incorporated it at the end lmaoo. Hope you guys enjoy. ~ You grunted softly as you climbed up the stairs of your apartment. It had been a long day of being a pro-hero, and you wanted to curse that damn slimy villain for making you work so hard. Your only solace was snuggling into the arms of your husband and falling asleep, but that too was crushed now that he was living at the UA dorms for the time being. For you, it was just easier to be in an apartment which was only ten minutes away from the agency. “Stupid agency,” You angrily yelled in the empty hallway as you vented by  violently shoving the key through the keyhole. Eyes shut tightly, you prepared yourself to enter an empty apartment yet again. Your shoulders slumped as you stared at the dark and mellow living room, the silhouette of the furniture barely visible to greet you home. “Tadaima,” You drawled out

I hope you like Haikyuu! Get prepared for a Haikyuu fic every day in October! Wooo! How am I going to do this? Who knows! -Unless otherwise stated, Reader is in a female-presenting body.- Warning(s): This is filled with angst and has the reader fatally injured. The end is open-ended as much as possible so it could go either way but this is pretty sad. Title: Too Late? Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 2,128 When the paramedic is hurt, who is there to save them? You stared up at the dark sky covered with shining stars that seemed more calming than usual as you thought that question over. The burning in your stomach was starting to feel numb and be replaced with a cold you had never felt before. This was a cold that you couldn't be warmed up from. The eternal frigid cold that was spreading across your skin. The light blue of your uniform was beginning to stain with the red pooling at your stomach. This would never wash out...You