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You first met Natsuki on the school yard during recess when you were in elementary school. There were various weeds on the ground that had bloomed into cute flowers. The swing set always looked bland and bare, so you enjoyed plucking the numerous flowers and entwined their stems with the chains of the swings. You were bent over holding a bunch of the desired plant in one hand and picking more with the other before accidentally bumping into another student. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't meant to hit you," you apologized. Your eyes widened as the boy enveloped you in a hug. "You're so cute! I'm Natsuki Shinomiya! Let's be friends," the blond squealed.

"I'm going to school," You announced, your voice ringing throughout the Mikage Shrine. You walked out of the shrine's building, before you put on your shoes. "Have a good day," Kotetsu and Onikiri called after you gleefully, while they happily waved at you. You smiled at them, and returned their wave with your own. You were about to start walking, when someone pulled the back of your collar, pulling you back towards them. "And where do you think you're going?" A husky voice inquired. The owner of the voice's breath fanned your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine, before you turned your head towards the speaker, to see your familiar

Fem!Reader Part One: Lullabies You knew Erwin had nightmares. He put on his mask during the day – as the commander, he had to. But you could see they were wearing him down. You never approached him about it, and he never told anyone, but you knew. He seemed unaware that you could hear him. At night when you lay awake, still drenched in a cold sweat from your own dreams, his cries echoed down the hall. You had no doubt the others could hear too, but it went unspoken. They all knew there was nothing they could do for him – they were all too busy dealing with their own demons, demons with gaping, dripping maws that thundered throug

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwvVhXItl1w Please listen while you read!) Ah, Ikebukuro, a city that never sleeps. It ebbed and flowed with the river of time, ever changing. Fresh new faces always entered the arena: some stayed while others departed. You always kept your eyes on it, a humble bystander never involving yourself in chaos, but simply a fascinated observer. You burrowed the butt of your cigarette into the ash tray and watched the thin, grey strand of smoke disappear into the clouded atmosphere of the bar. You listened to the low, jazzy music emitting around the room, the soft chatters of customers, the occasional blaring of T

Through all of the passing days Nothing has ever changed As I sit quietly at my desk like always “So what do you really think?” It just keeps asking, An empty textbook without answers says something (Aah) If you ask for my grades I guess that they’re okay The corner reads that it’s another perfect score Yet you grinned a little more Sitting down next to me, You smile with your poor grade so shyly The world outside is something so bleak ‘Cause in the end I will solve everything “If that’s really true, life would be boring” You always seemed to smile cheerfully I beg of you Don’t touch

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3QMpozPvUQ Please listen while you read!) Gone... The man you once knew, the gentle, compassionate man you once loved, the positive spark that lead you from darkness, every last part of him, was snuffed out. Veins throbbed in his forehead. White teeth, baring, sharp and ravenous, glimmered in the dim light. Bloodshot eyes peered into yours. Flaming hair pooled over his shoulders. Every muscle in his body tensed as his nails dig into your wrists. Escape diminished within the bars of the cell, and the walls seemed to close in around you. “Kou...jaku,” your voice broke as smoldering breath ca