HES SO FCKN CUTE LOOK AT THE LIL SMILE I LOVE YOU AHHHH LET ME KITH

Ok, hear me out. Zuko, but with piercings and a Chinese dragon tattoo 👀👀

Zuko boy was heavily requested when I asked about the 6 characters challenge a few months ago. I wasn’t able to do the drawings during the hype, but I still have you guys’ answers and I’ll try to draw some of the characters you suggested!

Also, this was the first digital drawing I was able to finish since February and I’m so happy 😭 Now I just need to be able to write how I used to. I’m slowly becoming myself again!!!

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YALL SHOULD READ ‘KIRIPIMA’ IF YOURE A KIRISHIMA SIMP ITS SO FREAKIN CUTE AHHHHHHHH

⌈ 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳

𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 ⌋

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : as a single parent, you struggle to play the role of mother and father for your son. However, you don’t have to stress for too long when the same pro hero your son adores comes to your rescue in the most unexpected way.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : prohero!kirishima x singlemother!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff ; angst ; agedup!kirishima ; mutual pining ; domestic!au ; your son is too precious for this world ; ren likes playing cupid ; kirishima is the man ; dad material kirishima ; husband material kirishima ; wife material reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 :

𝟘𝟙 | 𝟘𝟚 | 𝟘𝟛 | 𝟘𝟜 | 𝟘𝟝 ✔︎

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 :

⏤𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐦𝐚? 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚!

⏤𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰

⏤𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤

⏤𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨

⏤𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⏤𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re a normal hard working person that loves to bake sweets and treats. Upon finding success in your sweet selling business, you can finally move into a luxurious apartment, where you meet the daughter of an explosive prohero, who makes your life all the sweeter.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : proherosingledad!bakugou x nextdoorneighbour!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff ; angst ; sweetmaker!reader ; bakugou is bad at feelings ; his daughter is so sassy ; but she’s also very sweet ; and has an incredibly big sweet tooth ; bakugou is doing his best to be a good dad ; you help balance him out ; mum material reader ; husband material bakugou ; wife material reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 :

𝟘𝟙 | 𝟘𝟚 | 𝟘𝟛 | 𝟘𝟜 | 𝟘𝟝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : after a one night stand with a beauty that effectively has his heart racing abnormally fast, Denki finds it impossible to keep you out of his thoughts for an entire year. When he finally makes the decision to find you, he’s shocked to see that you’ve grown more beautiful since the intimate night you two shared. However, what shocks him more is the little baby boy in your arms with familiar blonde hair and gold eyes.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : prohero!kaminari x singlemother!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff ; angst ; one night stands can be a good thing ; unknowingfather!kaminari ; you are a successful beauty ; you are a bit stubborn though ; kaminari is full of surprises ; dad material kaminari ; first words mean a lot ; husband material kaminari ; wife material reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : even on his off days, Sero still acts like the great hero he is. And now that he’s a proud uncle of three, he happily helps return the most adorable looking twins he has ever seen back to their equally adorable mother, unknowing of the multiple future chance encounters that further intertwine their fates.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : prohero!sero x singlemother!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff ; angst ; prohero!sero ; singlemother!reader ; you are so hard working ; your twin babies are so mature ; twins adore sero ; sero has such a soft spot for your twins ; sero makes everything better ; sero is the best uncle ; dad material sero ; husband material sero ; wife material reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝟛𝟘 𝕒𝕡𝕣. 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙 ⌈ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 ⌋

⌈𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 (𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘪𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 - 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴’ 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵

𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 ⌋

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With the full moon

Chapter 1

Wolf Katsuki x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing ('cause it's Katsuki. We all know)

That day was a bit cloudy but still warm, at the pet shop the silence reigned except for a light whistle and some birds chirps.

Y/N was taking care of that oversize red dog her boss brought back a week ago.

She never saw injuries that deep on an animal before. And she wasn't new to this job.

She refilled the empty bowls with water and food, petting the soft red fur lovingly. The dog wasn't able to get on his feet yet and that hit her heart badly, it's a saddening view seeing an animal beaten up by the people who were supposed to defend them. Even though you don't have any types of bond with them.

"There you go, boy. Eat slowly this time" she said, raising up and patting her apron to remove the dust. The floor really needed some cleaning.

"I'll be back later with your medicine, until then enjoy your meal!" Y/N said cheerfully, smiling when the dog wagged his tail in response.

She closed the door behind her and sighed loudly, another day of hard work was about to start.

Y/N loved her job, despite dealing 50% of the time with dumbasses who didn't even know how to take care of an animal. She knew that adopting an animal was a huge responsibility, but sometimes she thought some people weren't ready for that responsibility.

"A dime for your thoughts" said Tsuyo carrying boxes full of stuff "Just thinking if that crackhead will actually come back" she half lied, memories of yesterday flowing into her mind, making her nose scrunch in disgust "I get it. He didn't seem too friendly" Tsuyo stated simply "Looks more dangerous than those other guys for the animal rights too. Better keep our eyes open" Y/N added.

"Wouldn't be a problem I guess. Today is pretty chill" Tsuyo said opening the boxes with a cutter "I don't get my hopes up. I still waiting for the annoying customer to waltz through the door and ruin the mood" Y/N joked pointing the door. In that moment a woman with a withe fur bigger than her own body and black sunglasses walked in the shop, her heels clicked on the floor with every step.

Tsuyo gave Y/N a glance with a hint of surprise "Lupus in fabula…" she muttered and walked to the woman, plastering her best smile.

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" the woman removed her sunglasses enough to look at the person in front of her. "You work here?" she asked scanning the girl with diffidence. I wear the store logo and a name tag, can't you tell? "Yes ma'am. Is there something I can help you with?" the woman's eyes glistened like the girl in front of her was the reincarnation of an angel. "Yes. My little sweetheart started acting weird and I don't know what happened" she explained in a dramatic tone like her pet was 'bout to die at any second.

The over apprehensive mother that treats her pet like a child. A classic.

"Could you follow me so I can check on her?" the woman followed her, high heels clicked on the floor with a steady rhythm. To the other side of the shop were a metallic table covered by a curtain with a medical azure color, to the side of the table medicines, syringes and other medical tools were placed with methodical order.

"Could you please let me see your pet ma'am?" Y/N asked with politeness; the woman scrunched her nose slightly, probably in disgust, at the sight of the plain metal table. Under her oversized fur coat she tugged a small withe purse (a very expensive one, to clarify), as soon as she opened it a maroon head with big doe eyes came out reluctantly trembling in, what you thought was, fear.

"Don't worry sweetheart, this nice young lady is going to help you and you'll be okay soon" she cooed way too sweetly at the chihuahua in her purse, petting her trembling head with a perfectly manicured finger "Right?" she asked coldly looking back at Y/N from her black sunglasses.

She maneuvered toward the table and the woman placed her pet on the table with grace. "When she started acting weird?" she asked, listening to the little dog heartbeat with a stethoscope. "I don't know. This morning was energetic as usual: we went for a walk, then to the groomer and then we went for some shopping. You know, the annual dog contest is behind the corner and I want my little sweetie to be in perfect shape" she explained, Y/N caught the hint of vanity in her last sentence.

She's a dog, not a toy to show around.

"Did she ate something out of the ordinary?" the woman's face scrunched completely in a grimace "Of course not! I control personally her diet and I can assure you she didn't eat anything weird" replied the woman with outrage.

Pretty sure dogs shouldn't eat foie gras as a base aliment. Y/N though once she smelled the dog breath.

The bell on top of the door jingled, signaling someone had entered the shop. The little dog's ears perked up immediately and jumped off the table, running down the aisles. The woman opened her mouth in a silent scream and she runned after her pet as fast as her high heels let her, Y/N right behind her.

The chihuahua acute barks echoed in the shop, when they reached the dog she was barking at a very familiar figure.

Oh, God, please. Not him.

The angry blonde of yesterday was starting down at the smaller dog with pricing red eyes, almost like he was about to squash it under his foot. "Scram away, you little rat!" he sneered and the small dog, who ran back to her owner with her tail between her legs, whining. The woman's mouth opened but no sound came from her, Y/N knew way too well that behind those sunglasses anger was 'bout to explode.

"How dare you treat her like that!" she hissed at the blonde, he raised a brow unimpressed "She's delicate, you should treat her with some respect!" the blonde clicked his tongue annoyed "If your damn house pet can't defend themselves it's their fucking problem, not mine"

"What a shameful language" the woman gasped loudly, the blonde rolled his eyes and kept going "It's a damn dog. It should stay free and not in a damn plastic bag like a toy. I would rather suicide myself instead of being held by a bitch like you"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, young man?!"

"How 'bout you kiss my ass, goddamn bitch!"

Y/N stepped between the two, holding her hands up as a stop sign, her fingers brushed slightly against the blond shirt feeling the hard muscles underneath. "Sir, I have to ask you to wait outside" she turned her head to the woman, simulating a smile "Ma'am, your pet has nothing out of the ordinary. She's just stressed" the woman looked at her with slight relief "Really?" Y/N hummed in response "Let her rest for a day and tomorrow she'll be alright"

"Thank you very much, darling. Glad to see there's still someone with respect for others" Y/N was surprised about her abruptly change of mood, ignoring her sarcastic dig to the blonde, who in the meantime was staring outside the glassy door, glaring to be honest.

The woman cooed at her dog with a lovey dovey tone and paid for the visit, when Y/N saw her walk away, chin up like a noble woman she thought she was, she noticed the blonde was gone; probably got annoyed and walked away or maybe he hidden in the blind corner of the entrance waiting for that annoying woman to go away before coming back inside, but he wasn't.

Y/N remembered she had to give the red wolf his medicine, she grabbed little bottle with a yellowish liquid and a syringe, going to the back room when she heard someone screaming from the other side and a metallic sound. She opened the door quietly seeing the blonde crouched in front of the dog's cage while he struggled with the lock, Y/N walked quietly as a cat facing the blonde's back.

"You never learn, do you?"

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Thank you to the glorious minjoonalist for this banner! Everyone give her some love <3

Part One

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2k

It’s your first day.

First day entering the world of higher education, on the path to betterment (or whatever the dean said in his boring introductory presentation). To tell the truth, you were pretty zoned out as various speakers talked to the thousands of students that would now become your peers. Those hard ass plastic seats were NOT conducive for attentive listening.

Regardless, you pushed through, and here you are, Monday morning, at 8:45 sharp, sitting in yet another hard ass plastic seat. This time however, you had a small wooden desk in front of you, in line with about a couple dozen others. This was your first class --- Calculus.

You were always good at math compared to the average student, however, being placed with the super smart kids all the time made you self conscience and at worst, made you feel stupid. You were too good at math for the standard curriculum, but felt too dumb for the advanced one. It’s no surprise that math quickly became your least favorite subject.

That hadn’t changed. You were dreading this class, even though you took calculus already in high school --- theoretically, it shouldn’t be that difficult. You knew however, that you had absolutely no willpower when it came to studying math. And considering the fact that you are now attending a prestigious university, one known for their STEM programs, you felt adequately nervous.

You glanced around the classroom, baron except for the desks and the large whiteboard covering the expanse of the front wall. A few other students showed up early as well, mostly looking either as nervous as you felt, or tired like they had just enjoyed their first weekend at college perhaps a little too much.

You yourself hadn’t gone too crazy, going to a single party on Saturday where you only had one drink --- lame even by your own standards. However, you were just getting to know your roommates, and felt it best to remain sober enough to keep an eye out on them or manage any situation this new environment would throw you.

You weren’t close with any of your peers from your high school that also attended your university, and it seemed your roommates were in the same boat. So, naturally, you all decided to go out together as new friends. They all seemed to be nice, and you got along well with everyone so far. You hoped that wouldn’t change.

You sigh gently to yourself while reflecting upon your less than thrilling weekend. You hope that one day you’d let yourself experience the wild college parties that you've heard about. You want to know what it felt like to get properly drunk and dance with a cute stranger without any worries in the back of your head.

Speaking of cute strangers, you take a glance around the classroom, steadily filling up with students. You might as well see if there were any hotties in the class that you knew you’d rather daydream about than pay attention to exponent integrations.

You spotted a boy sitting a ways away from you that caught your attention. His legs were stretched out in front of his desk, in a way that screamed “I don’t care if you trip over me, in fact, I dare you.”

His attention was glued to his phone, as he appeared to be taking snapchats --- probably for some obnoxiously beautiful girls, you thought to yourself, eyes rolling slightly. You had to admit though, he was quite attractive. He had dark brown hair, covering his forehead and slightly swept to the side. His eyes were a dark brown to match, and were quite cute. He had a nice nose and clear skin. His most striking feature was his lips however. He had lips that were larger than the average guy and they looked very kissable. And his frame was decently large, his shoulders wide and masculine, juxtaposing his cute eyes and lips.

You blushed at your own thoughts about the stranger across the room, knowing you were getting entirely carried away in your state of boredom. You still had five minutes until class was supposed to begin. You put away your own phone, which you were holding in your hands as some sort of social protection, in your backpack. You then pulled out your fresh new binder with graph paper, lined paper, tabs, dividers, the whole nine yards. You may not enjoy math, but organization always brought you some level of mental tranquility.

You pull out a pen just as you glance up to see a boy standing in front of you, with the brightest, thousand watt smile on his face. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, his hand in his jeans pocket. He had on a loose tee-shirt that somehow flattered his slim frame. You could tell that he wasn’t a meek first year still finding his bearings. He must be at least a second year. You feel your face heat up as you make eye contact, seeing that he’s looking directly at you.

“Hi there! Is this seat taken?” His eyes widen almost comically as he points to the seat directly in front of you.

“Ah no, no it’s empty.” You cringe internally as you notice your less than relaxed delivery.

He gives you another dazzling smile as he plops in the seat in front of you, pulling out his own simple notebook and pencil.

You rub your forehead trying to get yourself to calm down. You need to not turn red every time a cute boy talks to you, let alone look in your direction. This is so not like you.

You manage to calm yourself down, ready to begin your first class so your attention is off the boy sitting in front of you.

Your professor must have walked in as you were mentally reprimanding yourself, because you hear an authoritative man's voice come from the front of the room when 9 o’clock hits. You immediately began trying to pay attention, writing down all of the information he put on the board even though it’s stuff already in the syllabus. The truth was that you simply needed to throw yourself into a task to keep your mind from straying back onto the boy in front of you.

About seven minutes later, the door to the classroom swings open and another boy walks through, giving the prof a quick salute and grin in apology. You, as well as the rest of the class, had naturally turned your eyes towards the distraction. As soon as it was found to just be a straggler, everyone’s attention quickly shifted back to the professor in front. Your curiosity was piqued by his confident, goofy nature, however.

You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him a moment longer. He had shaggy dark hair, tanned skin, and a smile that was strikingly unique as it was a little bit of a square shape. He was devastatingly handsome, and you had a feeling he knew it too. Your hypothesis was instantly supported as he made eye contact with you, noticing you looking at him longer than your peers. He flashes a smirk your way that you’re pretty sure could knock anyone’s panties off.

You mentally start screaming and feel yourself turning the color of a freaking fire truck. You quickly jerk your head back down to your notes and refuse to look back up to meet his eyes.

It appears he wasn’t going to give you a break though. You felt the air woosh past you as he walks down your aisle and stops immediately behind you, taking the empty seat.

Great.

Now, you were sandwiched between two guys that you're pretty sure were the most attractive you’d seen in a long while. Not to mention the guy several rows over that you were ogling before they even arrived. You quickly realized that there wasn’t a chance in hell your full attention was going to be on the lecture during this class.

Your entire body sagged with relief when your fifty minute class was up and the professor released everyone. Noticing, the boy behind you leaned forward and huskily whispered, “You’re not a morning person either, huh?”

You froze for half a second at the sound of his voice. It was deep and silky, and my god was it sexy. And he was talking to you.

“You could say that.” You were shocked at his attention but somehow managed to pull out a response that didn’t make you look like an idiot. You didn’t bother turning around to look at him as you answered, deciding not to let him see how pink your cheeks were as you returned your items to your bag.

He let out a little chuckle and stood up.

“I’m Taehyung. And you, my little night owl, are?” He drew out the are waiting for your response.

You too stood up, putting your backpack on.

“I, Taehyung, am off to my next class.” You were annoyed that he seemed to take notice of your attention on him in the beginning of the class and thought that you were a fun little target to flirt with. You knew he wasn’t interested, but merely found it fun to take advantage of his good looks. This allowed you to get over your schoolgirl crush behavior and return to your normal self, which you knew had more of a bite than necessary at times. You had developed a tough edge at a young age and you think that it has protected you a lot already in your short life.

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of sass and gave you another grin. You simply rolled your eyes and turned on your heel to march yourself out of the classroom, joining the other students that were filtering out. By the time you had turned around, the cute guy with the smile that made your heart melt had already left. You were slightly disappointed to your own chagrin. Why on Earth are you paying attention to boys when you knew you had other priorities? It’s not like anything would come of it anyway.

Throughout high school, you steered away from boys in a romantic sense and they more than happily did the same. You knew you were intimidating, as you had a sharp mouth and quick wit. No one messed with you and you liked it that way. You had kept to yourself, and kept your grades high. You just didn’t have any interest in the boys you’ve known since you were a kid.

As you walked to your next class, you silently cursed yourself for not being cool and collected the entire period. Where was that icy exterior that you had curated for years? How did a simple smile from the boy in front of you turn you into a puddle? How did that annoyingly hot guy behind you manage to blindside you at first?

You nearly stopped in your tracks and groaned when you realized that you had that class every. single. day. It was five credits, so that meant Monday through Friday, you’d be there 9 in the morning, attempting to not think about the cute boys around you.

You were giddy deep, deep down that such cute guys were in your class but the more level headed side of you knew it was in vain. It’s not like they’d go for you or anything. And besides, they would only distract you from the class that you already knew was going to be a struggle.

You pinched your eyes shut when you slid into your seat in your next class.

You had a feeling it was going to be a long semester.

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sir-knight-slytherdor

4 years ago

I WANT TO KISS THEIR CUTE SHARK NOSES AHHHHH