#timsdildo

"Ah… Suga-kun! … Mmhmm. The doctor said everything is still okay." 

"Ah okay thats good to hear. You want to go out on a date today? If you don't have anything to do, that is." 

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My girlfriend was diagnosed with sever anemia since she was young. All of her life events practically took place at the hospital she was forced to live in. Cho Jin-Hae lived in Busan, South Korea at the time. She had only set foot in a school about twice in her life before moving to Japan and coming to Karasuno. The rest of the time, she studied with a private tutor her parents hired for her. Her father was a surgeon from Japan working in Korea and her mother a korean nurse for the elderly. 

I would guess thats why she is so mature… compassionate… During her time at the hospital, the elderly adored her. She lit up the room with her presence and tenacity. She was stuck on bed rest most of the time. Sometimes standing up was nearly impossible. Nausea and labored breathing made her days hard and her nights even harder. She would be in a lot of pain because of it and there wasn't much anyone could do. 

   Though living in Busan, she never could recall what it looked like outside the hospital. Even though she got better, her trips to the city were scarce and all the time was spent at home confined to her room for fear of collapsing some place other than close by. As she grew older, her days grew longer with boredom and still being it, her fragile body couldn't handle sports. So, she got into art. Art and Music were her escape. She spent time studying and drawing. Listening to music and working from her muse and her imagination of the outside world. 

"Hello everyone! We are here handing out papers to the 3rd year club assistants---" 

I first met her when she came up to the 3rd year's classrooms handing out club forms with Mirai, a friend of ours in the 2nd year's class. Mirai is Nishinoya's girlfriend so along with her visiting practice often, Jin-Hae would join. 

"I got these a while back. I had to get a ton of injections often so they created scars." 

When we started dating, I would hold her hands often. In doing so, I noticed her arms had many scars along her veins. She showed me all the ones along her lower back, her spine… Etc. 

I'm afraid to show her my tears. How sad I feel when I see or to even begin to think about how much pain she has been in through the beginning years of her life… Which is why it makes me want to work hard for her. 

When I first asked her out, she asked me if her being sick was a problem or if it would be a problem in the long run. Honestly, I was a little surprised she asked me this. Of course, it isn't going to be easy at all. Nothing is but I can tell you this. My girlfriend IS love. 

She is the definition of love. Even though she isn't so healthy or very pretty, she lights up my life. I wake up every morning to her telling me that today we are going to work hard or try our best. Those are the simplest things but they bind my heart and keep me whole. When she asks me If I had a good practice after waiting for me while she's been doing her homework, I want to give my world to her. It may seem like not so romantic things to regular people… Those aren't diamonds or gold she's giving me. Nor I to her, But these are the reasons I wake up in the morning, these are the reasons I'm able to sleep soundly at night.

I know that this isn't going to last forever and eventually, one day things could change for better or worse, but this. This is now and I couldn't be happier.  

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He's on first name basis with all the assistants, he would think that they would know his dog at this point. This is why Tim doesn't like it when there are new hires, it makes life incredibly stressful and apparently means that his dog has gone missing.

Tim is about five seconds from jumping over the counter and running for the area where they keep the dogs to find Ace himself, when the door behind him jingles and the lab – apparently named Krypto, he wonders if whoever the owner is, is fond of Superman at all – barks and jumps up, tail wagging.

"Oh my god, there you are. Jesus, buddy, I've been looking everywhere for you – you dumb dog – "

Tim turns around and sees Ace -

"Ace!" Tim says, opening his arms as his dog makes a running leap at him, knocking him into the front desk. "Oh my god, don't you ever scare me like that again, you stupid potato." Ace whines, paws on Tim's shoulders and cocks an ear.

Tim looks around Ace to see Krypto's owner – who. Tim squints and wonders if maybe Ace knocked out a contact or what, but Krypto's owner looks a lot like a really young Superman with a slightly sharper brow and -