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original works

A Heart's Late Bloom and A Love's Debut

haikyuu!

Kuroo Tetsurou headcanons

Kuroo Tetsurou (first story)

Confessing to Kenma Kozume

Oikawa Tooru helps you draw

LaSallian basketball player Oikawa Tooru

jujutsu kaisen

Gojo Saturo as your friend who likes you

Gojo Saturo as your friend who likes you | part two

Stalker Gojo Saturo works himself to fame for you

Filling Megumi Fushiguro's face with kisses (unfinished)

my hero academia

Pro hero Kirishima headcanons

Beach Getaway w/ Bakugo Katsuki | part one

Beach Getaway w/ Bakugo Katsuki | part two

Katsuki has a fever :<

skip and loafer

Sosuke Shima is a math wizard

from me to you

Jealous Kazehaya Shouta

love and deepspace

"I love you" war with Rafayel LADS

promotion

Demon Slayer x OC (wattpad)

「Set in 2024. Gojo's crush on you started when he was 16, so that dated back in 2017. You two are 22 years old.」

stalker!gojo who saw you on your first ever movie when he was 16, and was obsessed with your exceptional acting, your exquisite beauty, and practically everything about you. If you read his Google search, it's every question possible directed to you.

l/n y/n's favorite food

l/n y/n's ex

l/n y/n's parents

what is l/n y/n's favorite show?

stalker!gojo, after realizing searching in google was useless, decided to take the rough path— the path that would, if he messed it up, get him arrested. And the path is stalking. He had never tried stalking before, so he started off easy: hacking into airport systems to track your whereabouts, gathering all the information of your relatives after he had yours, and finding all the projects you were involved in.

stalker!gojo found his ways into landing a role in your entertainment firm with the assistance of his friend, who happens to be your manager. It wasn't easy though, even by the help of his friend, but thankfully, the firm was desperate for a boy with amazing visuals.

After almost 6 years of stalking you, stalker!gojo had finally spoken to you. It felt like a dream, talking to you was like a dream.

❝Oh hey, I saw your submission and it was amazing. Congrats on getting casted!❞ you greeted with a smile. This isn't real, Saturo thought, she's more gorgeous up close.

Didn't take a while for him to answer though. His nervousness will never overcome the fact this is your first interaction. ❝Thank you...❞

❝My manager, Mr. Tanaka, told me that we'll be working together. I don't know what's the plot though, sorry.❞

❝It's fine.❞ It really was; he knew it well before he sent that submission to the entertainment firm. He hacked into one of the writers' draft and it was a romance. Specifically, a romance that sets in an American university and the leads, who were Japanese, were coincidentally in the same flight to Kyoto and were seated right next to each other. One thing led to another and they ended up together.

Mr. Tanaka had rushed you and you had to excuse yourself out of this moment. He should be sad that the moment he's been waiting for came to its end quickly, but he wasn't.

ts is unfinished💜

drawing was your genuine passion. you've gotten tens of cash prizes, considerable amount of medals, and titles all because of your gorgeous art. but after an accident in school, your wrist snapped and you had to go through surgery to fix it. even though fans had encouraged you to continue, your art was never the same.

some people were nosy enough to reveal what happened online. you were walking in an outdoor hallway— whose floors were tiled— and the rain blasted through the dented, punctured roof that desperately needed maintenance. as expected, you slipped and you had your hand to catch your butt then boom, your wrist snapped. as embarrassing as it is, the security camera had it all recorded.

it took a month of crying when you had finally accepted that your passion for drawing was gone. however it was the opposite for your boyfriend, tooru oikawa. since you've announced your retirement from art, he hasn't stopped reminding you.

❝don't give up drawing. please, don't give up. you're the most talented and amazing artist and person on earth, Y/N.❞ his hand tugged your left shoulder and a pleading look marked his handsome face.

your eyes analyzed his features– his gorgeous hair, mesmerizing brown eyes, his so-called flaws of his skin– and oblivious to how crabby your side glance was on him.

tooru felt a shiver wave through his spine but he passed it off, his eagerness undefeated. his mind brainstormed ideas just for you to resume your genius for art. ❝what if i'll help you?❞

your body shifted to face him, his figure towered over you even though you were both sitting. ❝and how exactly will you help me?❞

your classmates' conversation acted as white noise to your ascending argument. ❝i'm yours right? that means my hand is your hand too, Y/N. do whatever as long as you promise you won't– no, never– stop drawing or painting or whatever you enjoyed before your surgery.❞ the boy grabbed your other wrist, ❝guide my hand.❞

❝what am i even gonna draw anyways..?❞

❝let's draw something simple. someeething that you loved to draw, uhm what about a tulip? you love tulips.❞

❝you don't have to-❞

❝yes, i do, L/N,❞ he had your palm wrapped over the back of his hand, ❝lead the way.❞

by the light pressures of his insistence and with a sigh, you moved your hand along with his as if you were controlling a computer mouse. you were a quick artist; a pen or pencil, and an idea were all you required. so, the process wasn't unbearably long until you managed to create a single tulip in a vase, everything was softly rendered in gentle pencil strokes.

tooru let out a light gasp, ❝see? i knew you still had in it in you. all you need was a little confidence in yourself, Y/N.❞ his index finger booped your rosy nose, ❝now, i don't expect any thank you's in return, but if you do, it's well appreciated.❞

❝psh, you just turned your hand into a mouse for me to control, tooru," you paused, ❝but thank you.❞

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oikawa tooru x retired artist reader | M4A

Blue Sky, Red Snow written by Mochichann143😍😍

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Born human, turned demon, yet by some reason still a demon slayer, Yukina walks the thin line between the hunter and the hunted. Haunted by the memory of her mother figure, she refuses to give in to the hunger that plagues her kind. Instead, she fights.

With Ice Breathing crackling in her blade and a curse of frost running through her veins, she is both a legend and a ghost among the Demon Slayer Corps. But when the past resurfaces and Muzan himself takes an interest in her existence, a Question occurs in Yukina, will she remain a hunter, or become the very thing she swore to destroy?

Better Yet,

When the snow turns red, will she still see the sky as blue?

It was a month before 11th grade came to its end, winter was also ending too. Melt brown snow spread around the street, people slowly stopped wearing thick clothing, and yet small snowflakes still fall to the ground.

Winter's one kiss dropped to Kozume's cheek and he instinctively wiped it away. He didn't have any sorts of hints that evidenced what he felt this moment. His lips parted to mutter, ❝I think something's wrong with your eyes, Y/N.❞

KENMA KOZUME ♡ READER

Credits to @/thecutestgrotto for the divider

A very short fanfic from ieunstq :0

synopsis : your childhood best friend was 'upset' after finding out you've been talking to a guy— who's a bad influence— and spoke up. shortly, his confrontation turned into an accidental confession.

credits to @/thecutestgrotto for the divider/banner :>

a very short fanfic ^^

shouta stopped walking while you kept babbling about how awesome your boyfriend is, his hand balled into a fist, ❝he's not good for you, Y/N!❞ he admitted, his tone that was supposed to be intimidating turned out to sound like he was hesitant to say. his face marked a mix of annoyance, anger, and... jealousy?

❝what makes you say he's not? you don't know him, shouta,❞ your arms crossed as you looked back at him.

❝you don't know him either. he's a bad influence on you and- and if you keep hanging out with him, you'll be one of them: litterbugs, troublemakers, grey lungs and dumb,❞ kazehaya stuttered, taking a step closer to you. ❝y/n, you're a great person with lots of potential. don't lose it all on a guy you've just known. please, find a guy who supports you and actually loves you.❞

❝who do you suggest i talk to, shouta? if i have to find another guy who actually likes me, then i'd have to go travel to another planet. i'm not pretty like the others.❞

kazehaya was taken aback, then he breathed heavily. ❝you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen, y/n. why aren't you aware that you're so beautiful? that guy you've been talking to, he's just using you. and you don't have to worry about finding another guy who actually loves you because he's... he's right here.❞

❝No I ♡ U❞

(megumi has a present dad in this one😍)

It's been eleven months since your relationship with Megumi began, friends of yours asked questions like, "how? you're so pretty 'n he's so ugh," or, "isn't he a silent creep?"

you never gave them an answer 'cause you punched them in the face. even though he scolded you for choosing a violent reaction, you didn't care, you'd never care. If somebody insults BF, you fight for BF.

you thought your story was cute. it was a rainy day and you two stayed at the shade of the tree you used to play at. the environment was quiet, it was only the rain that provided comfort when all of the sudden, you both simultaneously confessed, "I like you." it was a shocking yet relieving moment and in the end, you shared an umbrella.

megumi, as a boyfriend, isn't so expressive with his love though. he always struggle to say, "i love you," and just exchanges a kiss instead. you took advantage of that and took pleasure by riling him up with a lotta "mwah mwah, i love you,"

just like right now.

you swarmed his pale face with kisses, palms around his sharp jawline. "I. LOVE. YOU," you confessed between snogs.

"I LOVE YOUUUU," you swarmed his face with kisses, his cheeks pinched by your cold fingertips. he never minds your constant snogging or astoundment, it's normal for him now.

translation: "basketball is my boyfriend's sport. even if his eyes are closed, shoot without a hitch!"

𝘥𝘭𝘴𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

english dialogues because I CANNAT SPEAK TAGALOG, i am very sorry fellow filipeeps for disappointing the roots

creds 2 @/thecutestgrotto for the divider :>

unfinished.

uaap, and people are fighting for their universities. despite you being the blue team, your eyes can't leave the man in green. oikawa, jersey number #1.

you've known tohru since you two were kids, your dads once partnered in their businesses however that ended shortly after his father's betrayal. now you're not allowed to study in la salle because it's the oikawa's family go-to university.

high school life was alright, you had impressive grades and a quiet life. it got better when you dated oikawa. wait- how'd you date him if you're forbidden to even look at the oikawa's?

it all started when he sent you a text after the messy argument. this happened when you were 12, and being the confused tween you were before, you were absolutely feral for your friend. just a message from him and it'll get you daydreaming your entire life with him. and then, after the graduation, he confessed with a simple, "i like you Y/N." being fresh out of elementary years, you wanted to get to know each other better. but unfortunately, your father moved you to a girl's boarding school, and you had no choice but to "know each other well" by text. surprisingly it worked!

time skip to five years later, you're in senior high and happily in a three year relationship with the team captain. okay okay, back to where we were at. when you moved back to the philippines, you could easily sneak out to see him. your life got better when you both started dating, he was understanding and loyal despite being known as the heart throb of dlsu (that was only back then OK??)

thanks to your amazing boyfriend, dlsu won the game, and admu lost. you were glad that it finally ended, you felt guilty for being on your school's side and at the same time, you also felt guilty for secretly cheering for your boyfriend.

after a while, you met up with tohru at a decent cafe somewhere in quezon city. "hey baby," he had a smile on his elite face, probably came from his dominated win earlier. "hi tohru," you waved, "let's order na."

you were placed near the windows of the cafe and being entertained by the passing cars, pink skies, and busy pedestrians below, you didn't notice his gaze on you. "my girlfriend is so cute hehe," oikawa complimented quietly, "how'd i get so lucky?"

"huh? did you say something?" you sipped on your latte macchiato, the pink straw was almost a pink match to your lips. he was lovestruck, his heart tied by your strings of beauty, he knew he had to respond. "uhh, no," tohru shook his head, putting down his drink of melt ice and coffee.

the question that roamed around your mind earlier returned to you, "oh right, i forgot to ask you this before but doesn't your team host a party after a win?"

"a party? yeah they do, but i want to spend time with you. plus their parties go wild, some of my teammates drink even though they're underage."

you broke a laugh, "wow ah, i think you're forgetting you drank a lot before turning 18."

"hey, i'm a changed man y'know? adulthood has changed me."

"what adulthood? you're still in high school, tohru."

"mind you, i'm in SENIOR high school. there's a difference between high school and senior high."

"maybe, the word 'senior' stands out and that's all."

"fine, i'll admit that i am in high school but i have experienced some adulthood things like driving, buying a condo, having s-"

"don't finish that word, no no."

"-ix dogs, i was going to say six dogs. ang dirty ng mind mo, love. that's bad behavior," he booped your nose and had his signature smirk that made you fall in love with him.

oikawa had owned only four dogs in his entire life, two when he was a toddler and two as a birthday gift for his eleventh birthday, only one lives to this day. he's such a liar.

and what did he mean by the sex part? you've done it on the night of your 18th birthday, he sneakily booked a room at the hotel you stayed at and the magic began. but after, you told him to never speak of it again since it was a little awkward.

(i don't know what to add. suggest some ideas if ud like :>>)

"would you still love me if i was a worm, Y/N?" he whined, clinging onto your arm. "of course, why wouldn't i?"

"hm okay. would you still love me if i was a dog?" he asked with the knowledge of you disliking dogs. "if you were a dog, i'd love them all."

"what about if i was a criminal, would you still love me?" rafayel had a habit of touching your face; he loves to lightly pinch or poke your cheeks, boop your nose, or trace his thumb with your jawline. and right now, he's poking your cheeks. with an exhale, "yes, i'd still love you forever and ever."

"do you love meeeee?" rafayel asked. you moved away his finger from your face, "yes, i love you." with an option taken away, he leaned closer next to you on the couch. the purple-haired man leaned into the arm that was propped on the backrest, his palm on your hand. "i love you so much," he claimed.

"i love you too," you played with your now interlocked fingers. "i love love love love love you," he repeated. you giggled, "i love loving you, my love."

"i love you sooooooooooooooo much."

"i love you so so so so so so so so much."

"i love you forever and ever."

"do you really?" the fingers on your jawline transferred to the back of your head to pull you closer to his face, "do you really love me, my darling?"

"yes yes, i do," you chuckled, "i love you more today than yesterday. but not as much as tomorrow, rafayel."

rafayel was flushed inside, he paused to regain his composure before saying, "y-you're a loser.... and the loser has to kiss the winner."

"really?" you smiled, "fine." your hands gripped the fabrics of his shirt and your lips met like fireworks in the sky. it was only meant as a peck but he just kept going and going... and everybody knew how this ended (*wink wink*)

(unfinished)

whenever winter hits that dirty snow phase, it makes you feel discouraged to even look outside. disappointing, that's what it is. your homeroom teacher put you next to the windows that displayed the seasonal art and sosuke shima, the class representative.

you were close with the blonde, because you own the title of vice class rep. your classmates constantly teased you two about being complete opposites and that maybe, just maybe, you'd magically realize your feelings for the sun despite being the dark clouds in the sky.

feelings as in romantic feelings. you never actually thought of it and you don't plan to engage in those activities until you're well into your twenties. shima's a sweet and ideal guy, he'd be your type if you had one.

math class is booooooooriiiiiinngggggggg. even if you were the top 2 in your class, even if you had good grades in math, you're still allowed to hate math, right? equations, formulas, numbers, variables, calculating, who finds all that fun? short answer: shima does.

look at him, happily pressing the calculator then shortly write whatever's in that math notebook of his. he has good handwriting, whenever he checks your papers, it comes out cleaner than how the teacher does it.

"alright everyone, i'll be giving you an activity. each paper has its own question. i know this is hard so partner up with your seatmate!" the teacher announced, passing you two sheets of paper. "move your seats together and start!"

thirteen minutes in and you've done impressive progress into the seventy-five questions. only one question made your mind overwhelming,

"In a triangle ABC, ∠A = 60°, ∠B = 75°, and side AB = 10 cm. Find the exact value of sin(C/2)."

trigometry, why must you be so challenging? it has to be easy for others, you just struggle with it. as your thoughts contained you from actually working, shima found you spaced off. with a slight smile, "you okay, L/N?"

"uh, yeah. i'm just calculating this question in my mind," damn this pride of yours. shima leaned closer to your side, "what number?" he questioned.

(who likes you)

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 17-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅꜱ

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ | ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ 2025

Y/N'S POV

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It's been three months since that kiss, honestly it wasn't a kiss, if he didn't mean it as a kiss. We've moved on from that, Gojo finally stopped teasing me about it and it hasn't reminded my mind so much as before. The only reason I think he's stopped is because of Chiyo, the girl he's been talking to last month. It's not like I'm jealous or protective, but I find her a bad influence to Gojo.

Saturo's annoying alright, but he's a good person who follows orders from teachers and helps old people cross the street. He mostly does it for the praise however he has good intentions, like he said, he has a On the other hand, Chiyo's mischevious and a heartbreaker. I won't speak of her furthermore, everything about her I dislike.

Anyways, I came downstairs to eat some breakfast, bringing my regret with me 'cause I slept late. Five o'clock and mom's not around, her shift schedule's never consistent, and it affected our mom-daughter bond; as if we had one.

I hate Valentine's Day. Couples celebrating and people confessing to their crushes at school. The idea is stupid alone. I never received any letters or roses in my entire life, instead of that, I get chocolates. Chocolates from Saturo, and he manages to find the most delicious ones in the rarest flavors. Everytime he does it, it always sets off a rumor. We even landed on the school article once.

Later on, I closed the door, struggling to find the front door key. I sword I heard footsteps and it's definitely Saturo, he always does this shit, coming up to frighten me but after time, I knew his tricks. I looked behind me, yep, it's him. "What do you want?"

"Good morning, Y/N," he greeted with a lovely grin, his teeth brought more shine in the morning than his hair. "Did you eat breakfast?"

"No," I answered and sighed out of relief as I found the right key, "I'll eat later on the way to school."

He wondered something, "Can't you lock it from the inside?" His hair was damp yet looked magnificent as always, paired with his deep blue eyes, which represented a body of water that I doubt I could fall into. I'm envious of his beauty because tell me why, an idiot like him could be blessed with such features. "Oh! This is a terrific discovery of yours, my lord Saturo," my reply was sarcastic before I cleared my throat, "I would've that if I could, my mom just refuses to renovate this junk."

"Hey, don't speak bad about your mother," Gojo frowned.

"She's only sweet to you, not me. She doesn't like her own children."

"She likes me, therefore she likes her own children."

"It's not, I'll marry you and I'll your husband, if I'm your husband then I'll considered be her son-in-law. Think about the future, duh."

"That's stupid."

I scoffed, "What makes you think I'll marry you?"

"You like me, and I love you," the white haired guy shrugged and tugged my bag handle, "Now let's go." He pulled the handle, and then the idiot began to walk.

"GOJO!"

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"You like me and I love you."

Gojo claimed, his sentence bringing flashes again and again as we walked to school. His yapping turned into teasing then back to yapping again. I don't even know what he's talking about and why we study at a school so far from our place. I am tired of walking, my legs are beginning to give up.

We always make our way to school three hours before it starts. 4:30 to 5:20 is for showering and breakfast. 5:20 to 6:00 is for studying. And we start walking.

So early in the morning, the temperature is unbelievably cold and yet our school makes the girls wear mini-length skirts. I fortunately wore stockings, thick socks, and leg warmers but the cold manages to pass through my skin.

"Are you okay?" Up and down, his eyes went to my legs and my head. "It is very clear that I am not, Saturo." I replied.

"Why do you girls needa wear short skirts anyway? At winter, where they're supposed to change the uniforms."

"Teachers just wanna glance of student's legs and then they'll get a hard-on. In short, they're creeps."

He stopped in his tracks, shifting his bag to the front and zipped it open to reach for his sweatpants he packed. "Ew, no thanks," I refused.

"My helper washed these yesterday, it is clean and it's insulting that you thought these were dirty. Now take it, go to a bathroom, and wear it under your skirt," he shoved the cloth in your arms.

"God knows what you've done in these pants, Turo."

"I'm not like that.." he paused, "anymore. Plus these are new, I bought it a week ago." Gojo persuaded.

My tongue tapped out of habit, an annoyed no I would've pronounced but then again, it's cold and I can't handle it. "Fine. Wait for me while I go change," I pointed to the nearby convience store.

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Our English teacher needed help and with me being the class representative, I assisted her. When I got back flowers, chocolates, and letters were all piled on my desk table. People might've mistaken it for Saturo's. I scooped all of it and transferred it to his desk besides me, sighing as I sat back down.

Later on, he sneaked up on me. "Hey, why'd you bring it here? It's yours," he transferred it.

"And how do you know?"

"Because I bought it, dummy," he unwrapped a piece of chocolate from its foil and displayed it in front of me, "Now say ah."

"What do you mean you bought it? All of these??"

"Yeah, like I said, I love you. And it's definitely not just as a friend, Y/N. Now eat," his fingers forced my lips to move and he shoved the chocolate inside my mouth. "Mmmm, yummy right?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOVE ME!?"