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Dazai took another breath through her cigarette and sat back down on the sidewalk. Her hand touched the grass and she fully laid back, just watching Chuuya swipe through her phone. It was so bright out that Dazai didn’t think the light would ever end. It’d probably be like sun radiation or something, and stay forever. Much like Chuuya, in that aspect.
Chuuya was Dazai’s sun, as much as she’d hate to admit it. Infuriatingly bright, pestering her at every turn, and undeniably beautiful. Fucking annoying too.
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- Part 2 of freshman girlfriend
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She was lying on the edge of the couch, laying her head onto her entire arm, which was bound to make her fall asleep eventually. Dazai’s eyelashes seemed naturally long, and her plush pink lips were slightly open. How would they feel against Chuuya’s? She touched her lips.
Soft maybe, if they really kissed, tongue and all, Chuuya’s sure that they would bleed with how chapped they were. She’d be able to taste the iron in it, but maybe it’d taste like honey too, considering it was Dazai’s blood she'd taste.
Goddammit. Chuuya slapped a hand over her face, mortified.
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- Part 1 of freshman girlfriend
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featuring codependent, fem skk in high school !!!
forgotten photo
-Chuuya realizes she has a crush on Dazairomance 4 idiots
-skk has fun together until Dazai attempts. This obviously doesn't go well, but they figure things out.- Words:
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“Huh,” he says, his voice sounding far, far away, and wonders if it’s alright to start panicking now. “It’s not a genjutsu, then.”
Kakashi, a trip twenty-three years into the past, and guilt. It's not a fantastic combination, but he'll make do with the hand he's been dealt.
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He tilted his head up, cooing seductively, “Come on, alpha, aren’t you going to take care of me?” His legs slid open the tiniest bit in invitation and Yor was gone, replaced with someone she didn’t recognize, because she had never acted so feral in her life.
A growl tore from her throat and in a split second she pounced, lean athletic thighs seated on either side of him and trapping himself under her. She’d underestimated the omega though because he refused to submit, of course he wouldn’t, it wasn’t in his nature as a spy—and instead bucked under her, trying to throw the alpha off.
The thrill of it made her blood ignite like liquid fire and she found herself grinning widely.
Yor's target of the night was not the omega currently writhing and grinding against his hand on the hotel bed while in the throes of his heat but that didn't necessarily mean she could make her feet move long enough to leave. She was nothing if not adaptable though.
Realizing she'd want him more than a night, however, was not something she knew how to deal with.