haruka-senpaii

SNK - "a choice w/ no regrets" ova 2 link: http://www.masterani.me/watch/anime/178/Shingeki_no_Kyojin_OVA/5

"Don't," (M/N) murmurs. A blanket is draped around his body, shielding him from the atmosphere. His nose is a faint red, along with his cheeks and his forehead, although he insists that he's okay. Uta gives him a glance, ignoring the cheap show on TV, and when he's sure that (M/N)'s not paying attention, he moves closer. (M/N) reaches up, brushing a stray strand of (h/c) hair away from his eyes. He looks over then, noticing the lack of distance between himself and the other male, and frowns. "I said don't," he repeats. A few days ago, (M/N) had gotted sick. A terrible cold had found its way into his lungs, resulting in watery eyes, an ach

(M/N) was aching with panic. His heart was hammering against his chest, and his breath was coming in and out in ragged gasps. His legs were hurting from all this running around, but he wasn't going to stop - the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He'd had his notebook for only about to a month, but he'd already filled it with a variety of drawings. He was good at drawing, too, although he wouldn't really say that about himself. Drawing had been his favorite hobby for as long as he could remember, and it still was. And even though he often got many compliments when he dared to show his notebook to someone (or when they sneaked glances at

Fluffy white clouds drift along the evening sky, which a pale, drowsy blue. (M/N)'s shoes scuff softly against the ground, sending a few tiny pebbles flying. The (h/c) male had been exhausted all week from schoolwork, and his lack of sleep showed in dark circles under his now dull (e/c) eyes. He'd also been awake the entire night before, studying for an upcoming math test. He lets out a silent yawn, glancing at the bags he'd been carrying. School had ended only half an hour ago - (M/N) had fallen asleep during a few of his classes, which resulted in him missing out on writing down important notes. He had thought that it would probably be be

At the very beginning of their relationship, (M/N) and Momotarou had agreed to spend as much time with each other as possible. For the first few months, they'd kept to their promise. But after that, it became harder for them to find the time to see one another. When Momo wasn't busy at the academy, he had a ton of homework to complete after school. And when school had finished at Iwatobi, (M/N) took part in the school's unofficial manga club. Of course, they used their lack of "free time" to text and call each other, but words on a screen and voices through a device just weren't enough. It had gotten to the point where (M/N) began to sleep in

In (M/N)'s eyes, the mess hadn't been that important or big. A simple spill of milk after his elbow had gone off course, it had been an accident, and he'd meant to clean it up. But when Eren, who was resting on the couch, eating popcorn while the movie began, beckoned (M/N) over, the (h/c) male had completely forgot. And when his other lover, a dark-haired male named Levi, arrived at home - groceries in hand and the usual grimace on his face, he still hadn't remembered to clean up the mess. It wasn't until Levi sauntered into the kitchen, Eren and (M/N) trailing behind him, that (M/N) remembered. And the spilled milk was still there, on the