OtAkUnErD02

“You’re too tall.” You say abruptly as you stand in front of your boyfriend, watching as his face falls into a look of confusion as he glances down at you. You frown, observing as he leans down slightly to look at you. “W-What?” Lev sputtered. “Look at this! Look at the height difference between us!” You say, gesturing to the amount of space between your head and his, “This isn’t fair, these are four inch heels and yet I’m still short compared to you!” glancing down at the heeled shoes on your feet you huffed in exasperation. Visibly letting out a sigh of relief as you told

Giggles erupted through the empty class room. {Name} sat squirming on her desk with her boyfriend, Sugawara in front of her, peppering her neck with soft and sweet kisses here and there. "Suga-Kun! S-Stop you have practice soon!" He smiled, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. "I know I know. But I just want to spend a few more minutes with you. You've been so busy I've barley even go to see you today." That was true. Due to her being in the school council she had many responsibilities to tend to. She barley had time for lunch let alone the boy standing before her. She huffed, bring her arms to his neck. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. There

 morning year ; © chinaaru - - - 1. Nishinoya yawns, a palm placed under his chin as those hazelnut hues stare at the equations on the board as if they were unreadable hieroglyphics. He hates math, hates the fact it has been increasingly difficult to understand. Nishinoya loves volleyball, however, and so he will continue to suffer in this unbearable classroom if it means he gets to play more of his beloved sport. The libero's head turns slightly to the right, glancing at your figure sprawled across the desk - your chest rising and falling with each breathe you took.  Though you spent most of your time in peaceful slumber, your grade

“(first)-chaaaaaaan~” a familiar voice called from down the hall. Realizing who it was, you jumped out of your seat and into the supply closet in the back of the classroom, barely closing it before he came in. “(first)-chan! Where are you?!” The spiky haired boy searched between people and behind desks to find you. “(first)-chaaaan~!” he whined. With your hand clamped over your mouth, you tried your best to stay quiet. And after a couple minutes, your seeker gave up and left the room. You sighed heavily in relief but accidentally knocked over a broom with your hand. All of a sudden, the door flew open. R