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 Slight cussing!! Also, i own nothing but the text. Once More There he was. The Kise Ryouta sat at the corner-most table of the café – something he’d always done ever since his fame flew off the charts. His legs were crossed while his head rested on his hand. The trace of agitation was present on his face, although well-hidden. It made you wonder whether you actually weren’t the only one with unease about today’s meeting. After all, it’d been a long time since you’ve seen each other and the terms in which you’d separated weren’t really what you’d consider ‘pleasant.’ I

Author's Note: A word of warning: A tad bit of profanities. I own nothing but the plot!! Late Night Cuddling: Here He didn't go home. Again. You wrapped the sheets tightly around your body, hoping that his scent would be enough to fill the hollowness in your chest. But like all previous attempts, it proved only to widen the rift his absence left. You just missed him too much. He rarely came home these days, since he'd been assigned to a big case. That meant spending nights in the office and barely being able to drop by. But this could be the big break he'd been hoping for, and you knew you needed none of you clinginess at this point. Al

//takao kazunari x reader It was practically a miracle you were able to discern the features of your lover's face in the of light deprived room. In the comfort and warmth of his embrace, one arm held closely to his warm chest as the other sloppily yet lovingly laid across your waist, you once again realised that the feeling of being in that exact position would forever remain a wonderful one. With your eyes barely open, you allowed yourself to drift off into a reverie, thinking about the most beautiful guy on this planet as you saw him laying there next to you. A gentle smile grazed your lips as you saw him taking a deep breath, feeling his

Author's Note: I own nothing but the plot!! A word of warning: This contains a tad bit of profanities. Eyes Tired was an understatement to how you were feeling. In fact, your eyes did nothing but try to close, while you did nothing but to stop them. The pleasant thought of going home also haunted your already busy mind. You knew you couldn’t, though; because the cultural festival was drawing near, and for a class rep, that basically meant you’d be drowning in your very own blood, sweat, tears and, of course, errands – a shitload of it. As a result, you only had about five to three hours of sleep for the past two weeks. Nee