karmaandego

"Anyway, you've never seen my lab." "Oh, great! I get to see your nerd lab." [m/n] looked up from the pantry area when he heard voices coming through the door. Of course, he could recognize the first voice almost anywhere, anytime. That was the voice of the man who has been occupying his dreams for nearly months. Maybe also his chest, but not that anyone needs to know about that. There goes Tadashi Hamada, with his favorite black cap and, oh look, there is the little brother that he talks about a lot. He pushes up his thin-framed glasses upwards his [e/c] eyes, while looking at them. He sees Tadashi introducing his brother, Hiro, to the

[Warning] OOC probably; not much romance this time around; "Shall we begin with the meeting?" Everyone inside the room nodded and took their seats. This is the weekly student council meeting, held every Friday of the week to deal with different concerns rising from the student body. At the front of the room, the executive officers sat, with their president at the center of the table. "We'll start first with what has been a growing concern for the school admin," the president started. "It has been observed that there is a reported decrease in the number of students in the middle of the year despite having many enrollees at the beginning of

It was because of that one game that he met him. From both of their memories, neither could recall what specific day that was. But they can remember that it was because of then that they met. On the beach, a hot sun shone above the sea. It was one of those hot days in Japan in the summer season. "Got it." "Here!" "Left! Left!" An audience had gathered around the volleyball court where two teams of two boys were playing. Most of them were in their early teen years, so it was a preemptive decision that they would take the game easier instead of making it a competition. That was until this one kid came and asked if he could join the game.

[Warning] Language; curse words, etc. To the person next door: Do you mind? The  volume of the music you're playing could reach the next building already. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of ONE OK ROCK, but we try to sleep, too. Sincerely, Ryo The letter was just placed in his mailbox, so [m/n] was left confused. No one uses mail in their apartment, so seeing a white envelope in his box did not sit entirely well with him. When he had opened the letter, he was surprised that he saw neat handwriting on the paper. Ryo, huh, he thought. There was no address on the envelope, or the paper. Too bad, he wanted to write back, too. He thought the

It was raining. You could see many people around you also surprised of the sudden downpour. That was something you expected. The weather reporter after all had said today would be a sunny day, and that there would be no need for umbrellas. I guess the weather does lie, too, you thought bitterly. You were walking on the street sidelines, not bothering to avoid either the downpour or the crowd. As a born ghoul, you knew you shouldn't mind the cold weather. In fact, you should be thankful for it for several reasons. Most of them involve hiding your presence whenever you try and feed, and hiding your tracks when you're done. As a person, however,

[Warning] might be triggering; sickness; depression. I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don’t bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I’m OK But that’s not what gets me Should it have been someone else, the song might not have meant much. Perhaps the song would only mean just that. A song. A song that someone created for various reasons, but mainly for someone to listen to it. [l/n] [m/n] was listening to it. That song. It didn't n

[Warning] Language; curse words, etc. Oh god, this picture is nasty, I thought as I uploaded a 2x2 picture while updating my data. My face stared back at me, with [h/l] [h/c] hair and narrowed [e/c] eyes. My name is [l/n] [m/n], and I am, right now, messing with my phone instead of listening to whatever Sensei is teaching. Now, some people might ask me what I like to do. How I normally answer? "Stay low." I mean, no shit, really. I actually do answer that way. You see, I'm the type of person who likes to have a low profile as long as I can manage. Being in a tough crowd makes that easier. By tough crowd, I mean, this fucking city with

I tried to remember what my life was like before I found out I had a soulmate. I couldn't. I was young. I mean, who would blame a child for suddenly having a mark on his skin? Not just any mark. It had to be the mark of Fairy Tail. In a world where almost everything is real, there would be no surprise if soulmates are real. Dragons might have existed. Evil mages are definitely not just legends. So why can't soulmates be real? Humans aren't just born already knowing who their soulmate is. They have to spend maybe their whole lives trying to find them, with only marks on their skins as clue. Ah, the marks. A soulmate's marks always appears

It had been a rainy afternoon when you first saw him. You had fallen asleep beneath a tree when the rain began to pour. However, it was not the rain that startled you awake. It was the sound of shoes splashing against the puddles of water on the ground. You knew someone was running. Training, for that matter. There he was, holding a black umbrella to protect himself from the rain. He was standing a few feet away from what you guessed was his older brother. They looked like they were having a one-sided conversation. Deciding that if things started to go out of hand, you would interrupt them. And it did. But you didn't. The blond kid dropp

Your relationship with Akabane Karma is akin to a roller coaster, or a tug of war. It often changed directions. Whether you already willed yourself that you had predicted that this would happen, the pull is still there. It's still there. The pull. His. It never really mattered whether or not you were both from the same school, from the same year, or if you were both men. Boys, rather. It was already dark when anyone who'd pass by will see a redhead waiting by the lamp post. He was only focusing on his phone, scrolling through different apps and photos. One photo made him pause for a while. He stared at it with his mercury eyes. The ph