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This would always be something that boggled my mind. How uncanny and swell it feels to have someone run their fingers through your hair. Now, what I discovered to be the best way to enjoy such a treat is to be laying down, your head on the lap of the person treating your hair, all on a neat and comfortable sofa. It's even better when the person treating your hair is your significant other. It's become a sort of guilty pleasure of mine, but ____ didn't seem to mind satiating it, so I've never once minded or neglected the opportunity for it. Her fingers were just right too. Clean and slender, soft to the touch, making perfect strides throug

I just can't bring myself to do it. I know, I knooow. I shouldn't be here right now. I shouldn't be eavesdropping on people when they were practicing. It totally isn't cool at all. But I just can't help myself. It's become a habit. A really bad, unshakable habit. "(Best friend's name), I wanna skip basics today. How do you feel about just practicing soul resonance?" I shifted my legs crisscross, listening to ____ and her weapon partner and best friend, (best friend's name) decide how they wanted to do practice today. "If you want to, ____. I don't really mind." The biggest and most anxious grin appeared on ____'s face and my heart skippe

You released a grunted yelp as your body roughly impacted with the grassy ground beneath you. Wasn't grass supposed to be soft? "_____!" Your best friend and weapon partner, (Best Friend's Name) shouted. Tightening your grip on the middle of the bow that was your weapon partner, you sat yourself up with a groan, a stubborn smile beaming on your face through the pain, "I'm fine. It's going to take more than that to keep us down." You said weakly as you stood your trembling body up. The twinkle in your (e/c) eyes contrasting against your body's consistent shivering. You firmly grasped the string of your weapon's body and pulled your shaking

What happiness can possibly be gained by looking away from the truth?" "I don't understand. Are you still mad that I left all those years ago?" _____ nearly cried, tears threatening to pour out of her glistening, (e/c) eyes. The golden-haired boy she once knew in her elementary days scoffed before rolling his eyes and turning his glare away from her confused face. "You left us for that bastard father of yours. The same bastard who left you without a guardian or a word." He turned his glare back to the girl. His eyes scorched with menacing, yet all the same, beautiful, golden fires. Every word was laced with volatile bitterness and hatred, a

You laughed lightly at your boyfriend of, officially today, a year as he told you about his first year at the academy, his hand laced with yours, the two of you heading to your apartment. That was something that shocked you after you two started dating this day a year ago. How publically affectionate he was with you. When he began to hold your hand through the halls of the academy and occasionally during classes, it genuinely surprised you. After all, the Almighty Black*Star was of course not known to be affectionate or "soft" as others would put it. He'd even kiss you sweetly ever so often throughout the day if possible, but after a while i

"BAHAHAHAHA~!" Black*Star's obnoxious laughter bellowed from his frame as he buckled over clutching his stomach. It was at this moment that you began to question inviting him over for a gaming session, "I CAN NOT believe you did that! How are you so uncoordinated?" Your cheeks flared a soft red hue as you stopped walking to glare at your ridiculous best friend on the ground, "It can happen to anyone! It was a simple mistake!" you defended in reference to a minor accident of your childhood. His bickering paused as he argued back. "Yeah, but accidentally stepping on a rake, having it's pole hit you in the face, AND stumbling backwards into a

Instead of transcending God and touching the sweet sun that was his mother, the wax of the seemingly impervious wings of the small arrogant boy melted, coercing him to plunge back down to the merciless ground below. His meticulous and seemingly innocuous plan to bring back his mother’s beautiful smile did not suffice or please the Universe, and instead of being graced by a delightful reunion, the young boy was presented with a pernicious dominion that robbed him of his privilege to walk, and his younger brother of physically existing. This was their punitive reckoning for daring to knock on God’s door. Raveled by what the boy pe