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Haikyuu!! Seven Minutes in Heaven [Kozume Kenma] “Why am I here?” you complained as you leaned against the granite countertop, surveying the Nekoma team. “Because you’re a loner and have nothing better to do,” said Yaku, not even bothering to look at you. You shrugged. “True enough.” Kuroo had called you over to his house, and since you were ‘a loner and had nothing better to do,’ you decided to heed his request. However, you really weren’t doing anything except watching the childish team with Yaku trashing others in a motherly way, Kuroo teasing the team, Lev getting kicked bec

You were moving to Tokyo. Back to the place you were born. Because of your dad´s job you had moved to Kyoto when you were in 4th year at grade school and now you were moving back, once again because of your dad´s job. It all felt so familiar yet completely new to you. You were now a 2nd year in high school so of course a considerable amount time had passed since you had last been here. Anyway, Tokyo held one of your most important memories. The memory of when you saw colors for the first time. The world you lived in was one that seemed monochrome until you found your soulmate. You would only start seeing all the different colors wh

Napkin Numbers. Kenma Kouzume "Oh man, that's her?" Letting out a sound that sounded like a strangled cat, Kenma gripped his coffee and ducked his head. "If you could keep it down a bit Kuroo-" "Brooo," His black-haired friend ignored his request, eyes locked on the fore-mentioned woman who worked at the coffee shop the two of them currently occupied. "I hope you were kidding about her, because I don't think anyone has a chance with that hot bod." "Thanks for the encouragement. You don't think I know that already?" "And yet I still catch you here on your time off." Eyes meeting back with Kenna's golden ones, Kuroo smirked and tilted his

Hello~! OtterxSorrel here! If you read and like my work, please consider leaving a comment! Comments are what motivate me to keep writing, and helps me produce my work faster. Constructive criticism is also very much welcomed! I hope you enjoy~! You could feel it. Change was coming. You stood in your house, empty except the furniture. You had died, nearly fifty years ago. Your sister had beaten you to death, you only being 22, she was 28, then shoved you out a window. She had claimed you had fallen out the second story window, causing all the cuts, bruises, and your broken neck. That was back in 1963. Your mother and father had been devastat

WARING: some swearwords but not much. Everything what there reader is singing is written cursive --------------------------------------------- [Y/N] stood in front the mirror. Her long [h/s] [H/C] hair looked perfectly. Her [pale/tan/dark] skin had any spot. It was pure and looked perfectly like her hair. Her clear [e/c] eyes shined like diamonds. Her smile was perfectly pretty and didn’t look unnatural. The perfect girl stood in front of this mirror. Her school uniform fitted perfectly as well. “[Y/N] hurry up. We will be late Honey~” the sound of the voice of her mother let her shiver. For a short moment the perfect girl