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Family!AU. Undomesticated series. Tetsuya was only a mere three year old when papa stopped coming home. He couldn't remember the exact day, as his days were mostly spent with his Ryouta-nii and Satsuki-nee teaching him his letters. What he remembered, however, was that one night he noticed Shougo-nii was sitting in papa's usual chair during one particular dinner. "Where's papa?" Tetsuya couldn't remember when papa stopped coming home but he did remember crying from fright when Shougo-nii cursed loudly at the question and the sound of glass crashed violently against the floor tiles. Tetsuya remembered the tight tight tight embrace of Satsuk

Drabble Dump #1 featuring everyone's favorite Yosen Ace. Kiss the BoyDid you know? There are mer-creatures that live on land. You hummed pleasantly as you scooped your umpteenth pail of sand, mindful to put the right ratio of sea water inside so it’ll clump nicely together. After getting it at the shoreline, you slowly trudge your way back to your picnic spot, the bucket swinging slightly from the heavy weight. Once there, you carefully set the bucket down and proceeded to dump the whole thing. You run your hands meticulously over the sand, smoothening and shaping it into smooth curves and sharp angles. You smiled at your work. ̶

In which you can't help but wonder if this boy — this giant boy — is doing this purposely or he is really just irresponsible about himself. Not that you're complaining, of course. "Atsushi..? Ah, he didn't attend school today. He has a fever and couldn't get up." It was both hard and easy to picture what Himuro just claimed. On one hand, Murasakibara being sick is so hard to wrap around your head. Despite his rather tardy demeanor and unenthusiastic responses to everything but food, he never missed any classes nor practice because of those reasons. Was he really sick? You couldn't help but worry. Those were the thoughts that yo

Joint training camps are fun until it turns into a full out war on who is the best team. Nevermind that this competition is not even remotely related to their sports. Really, whose stupid idea was this anyway?Timeline somewhere before Winter Cup but after Inter High. This is a friendship fic (hence the use of + and not x). ***—*** Midorima supposes that it's not the Ace's job to have the final say on training matters. Sure he has his requests that are granted (despite being ridiculous, as Takao put it) but those requests do not apply here. He gets to be reminded of this every morning for the next week. Lovely. "Te-chan!" Midorima c

A drabble set featuring the resident bastards of basketball — Hanamiya Makoto and Imayoshi Shouichi. Hanamiya “You’re late.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I literally just went down the stairs. Chill, Makoto.” “That doesn’t give you the reason to be tardy, dumbass.” “It was barely a minute, geez.” You weren’t really pissed but you know too well that not fighting back would only aggravate your boyfriend’s rude complaints directed at you. “Can we go now? I can’t wait for your darling mother.” “Stupid.” “Love you to

Three scenarios involving two friends falling in love with the same girl. Cliche? Definitely. Worth skipping? Not necessarily. Yosen You didn’t understand how one day, two people decided that hanging around you would be their idea of a good time. And not just any people mind you, but the aces of the Yosen basketball team. Not to mention that one of them is extremely popular with the female population. That, in itself, make for quite a bit of a scene in your seemingly normal life. Like this one incident for instance. “Ne~ _____-chin~ let’s go have lunch together~!” Murasakibara was by the door to your class, blocking

There was a lot of things Tanaka was first to Nishinoya and a lot of things Nishinoya was first to Tanaka.slightly AU because why not ***—*** They first met when they were both three. Nishinoya saw Tanaka first, playing by himself. Tanaka was humming as he stacked his blocks haphazardly and made a poor attempt of a building. He smiled brightly at his creation before looking around for his shiny red toy car. He found it crushed under his left thigh. He picked it up, aimed it at his blocks and pushed the car to crash right into it. He missed it completely but the side mirror brushing one of the block was enough to topple the structure.

"Write about Wednesdays." It’s two-forty in the afternoon and the sky is particularly gloomy for a summer day. Wendy sips her second cup of tea and leaves her plate of biscuits untouched. She looks at the horizon by the balcony of her bedroom window. The city is quiet for London June. It is too empty. The year is 3070. Or 1674; Wendy stopped counting when the years started to follow after a man’s death on the cross. It was tiring to keep track when she has to go back from the very beginning to make those years make sense to her. Human years are complicated and require too many divisions. They last too short. The bell makes a lit

"Hey love~ let's run away. Even if we don't have a destination in mind, let's go. If only you're by my side, we can go wherever. Whenever." — SHINee, Runaway "Ne… (F.name)-cchi…" "Yes..?" Kise pouted when you didn't even spared him a glance, your eyes too focused on the book you are reading right now. Not that you're not paying attention to him; he could never catch you off guard and call you out for not listening. You always have the ears to listen to him (and the patience, Kasamatsu once remarked). He just wished that also applies for your eyes, as you always find a more interesting thing to look at than his face. Isn't

Fifteen years ago, a promise was made between two children: to meet under the Sakura tree of their village’s park once they turn 20. You still remember that promise, although you could not remember the boy’s name anymore. Still, you kept it in your heart and years down the road, you find yourself walking toward that same old park you spent your childhood days with. Only, life has a way to complicate things. What you find under the tree was not one, but four boys all claiming about a promise to meet you. Is it all a coincidence or somehow, fate is involved around these five youth? And more importantly, to whom did you really prom