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In the ungodly hours of the morning, you at times found it difficult to sleep. You’d think of one thing, which would lead to another thing, which would lead to you being bombarded by a throng of unpleasant thoughts until you despaired. What were you going to do after high school? It was your third year. You and most people you knew were eighteen years old now, you didn’t have much time left until you were considered adults. Were you going to be successful? Were you going to be homeless? Would you lead an average life filled with average people and average work with average pay and be on your deathbed looking back on a life that

“…And did you know that if you brush activated charcoal on your teeth for five minutes it’ll make them whiter?” Kenma sighed. You’d always been insecure on your appearance – your hair, your teeth, your nose, your body shape – all of it weighed you down to the point where there were days that you’d just wallow in self-pity. Kenma noticed all of it, but he never had the words to comfort you. Honestly, he didn’t even think his words would help. Though your relationship was less than six months long, he picked up on a lot of your personality traits in the brief time you had together. It wa

The changing room was usually quiet, well, that if we don’t count Oikawa, who never shut his mouth and talked about next practise every time. The first years would occasionally chat between them, sometimes Hanamaki made gross jokes and every one laughed. That day the conversation revolved around a really different matter. “Wow, what’s that smell?” Matsukawa asked out of the blue. “Hey, I can smell it too.” Kindaichi added, wrinkling his nose in the process. “It’s like… one of those really manly perfumes.” Hanamaki sniffed a few times before stepping into the conversation. It only nee

[-] She worried Sawamura yet again. Upon seeing the black bags under her eyes he furrowed his brows in concern. She told him most of the truth: she went out with her friends and drank, and because of that she only got a few hours of sleep. She didn’t know why she told him the truth, he wasn’t her friend or anything, but she somehow felt he, at least, deserved to know if he was showing interest. [Last] didn’t mention the drinking challenge or anything related to Bokuto, actually. She was too ashamed of what happened. She could feel herself dying inside every time the memory came back. Thanks to her hangover, work was utterly

 { please listen. } i. the first day he meets you, oikawa learns that you love forget-me-nots. it’s late in the afternoon and practice has finally ended. despite the heavy rain and dreary sky, his mood fails to dampen. he lets out a satisfied sigh when he leaves the gym, although the relieved countenance changes into one of bemusement when he notices the crouching figure in the courtyard. he would usually pay no mind to it, but the weather is harsh and you’ve made no attempt to find shelter. he marches right over with his umbrella, finding no hesitation to hover over you and protect you from the rain. “what are you doing

“Wow, [F/N]! Your lunch looks amazing.” A female who went by the name, Risa observed your bento in absolute awe producing a small grin. “Thanks! My mom helped me with it.” You offered some to your friends who anticipated the taste as they each took a piece. “It’s yummy!” Risa tried to take another piece but you quickly moved the bento from her reach, the action making her pout. She whined soon after earning a snicker from you while your two other friends, Kimiko and Haruka rolled their eyes at the sight of you both. “You’ll end up eating all of it.” You deadpanned triggering laug