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14. hm, none, but i'm always reading “IT” (stephen king) is my fav ♥ 

16. omg, this is hard... I think is naruto and ao no exorcist (in the moment)... but I love kuroshitsuji, shingeki no kyojin, saint seiya, kimetsu no yaiba and free! haha

Hang in there!! Was it very hot? Or cold??

I'm trying lol. It doesn't help that I have a crappy schedule where I hate to walk across the school five freaking times and I have gym at 6 in the morning. T.T

It's really hot here, 35 degrees Celsius and it's literally hell on earth.

Cookie, I hope you get a chance to read this, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it  ♥

If you really turned the heat up on Hajime and asked him, he supposed Oikawa was pretty cute.

It’s not something he would admit while irritably thumbing through the thousands of snapchats Oikawa sent him on a daily basis, or while dragging a preening Oikawa away from his horde of fans at lunchtime. That side of Oikawa could only be accurately described as annoying; the fake smiles and peace signs, the perfect swoosh of his hair, the pretty face he plastered on for the people he couldn’t stand or just couldn’t care less about, those were all the aspects of his best friend that Hajime, quite frankly, found tiring. For the people who could only grasp at Oikawa like hands slipping through water, it was enough, probably, to see the flash of his white teeth in a bright smile, even if it was fake, but Hajime knew better.

Oikawa was cute in the unguarded moments when he tugged up the hem of his jersey to wipe the sweat from his forehead after a game, or when idly chewing at the end of his pencil, so stuck on a math problem that his surroundings were completely forgotten. He was cute when he stepped out of the shower, a fluffy towel thrown around his waist and wet hair plastered to his forehead, or when he was laughing hard enough to spit out a mouthful of water, howling with glee in those special moments that Hajime was able to coax out of him. In the years of friendship that spread out behind them, there were hundreds of cute Oikawa moments, and not a single one of them was deliberate.

Oikawa was even cute, Hajime discovered, when drool was pooling beneath his chin, his long, gangly body flopped over on top of Hajime’s. The hammock in the Oikawas’ yard had been a long-suffering, permanent fixture in Hajime’s life for years, since he and Oikawa had “helped” hang it in elementary school to the many times that the two of them had somehow broken it over years of squabbles. The thing had been broken and replaced a handful of times, usually when they were each scrambling to get to it first, because, of course, “Only one of us can fit, Iwa-chan!”

What wasn’t big enough for pre-teens definitely wasn’t large enough for two adult-sized teenagers, but that hadn’t stopped Oikawa; he had taken one look where Hajime, the victor of that sunny day, lay on the hammock in triumph, before unceremoniously flopping forward onto the hammock, best friend and all.

*cackles in the background*

Hey! 

I’m doing fine thank you very much. I just got back home from school, currently procrastinating on studying for a big history test tomorrow. I can’t wait for the week to be over. ;c;