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(Kyokai x Miyu) with 32 votes
Genre: Yuri, Romance, School life
Miyu looks apprehensively at the apartment that stands tall next to her. Even though the snow is falling steadily, Miyu can feel her cheeks warm from blushing as she remembers what she’s about to do. Is she going to accept? What if she doesn’t, like the hundred times before? “We are four years apart… You are too short… This will not work out…” Tears well up in her eyes as she imagines the worst scenario.
“Miyu!” She looks up, seeing the tall figure of her object of love. “What are you doing here? It’s cold outside! Why didn’t you ring the bell? Really, you are…” Kyokai stares at Miyu with unpleasant eyes until she sees an object in her hand. “What’s that? Wait, are you… Crying–?”
Miyu cuts off Kyokai by extending her hands slowly, showing the heart-shaped chocolate box. She does this in reverence, channeling all the love she feels for her, “K-kyokai-senpai, I…I-I-I-I-I LIKE YOU! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE BE WITH ME!”
Miyu looks at the snowy ground after spilling her true feelings to Kyokai. Her extended hand trembles, while a few minutes pass by. When no answer seems forthcoming, slowly she looks up, and her heart freezes. Cold. She mirrors the weather in her cold, hard stare. Miyu bites her lips and repeats the mantra in her heart, Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Kyokai sighs, “Enough with your jokes…” Jokes? She thinks I’m joking? “You keep telling me that every day… Anyways, get inside first.” Kyokai is about to take Miyu’s hand, but she backs away slowly.
“What do you mean by joking… Senpai… I really mean it. Every day I keep telling you, I love you because I do. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you and the thought of you with someone else scares me. I…I’ve..I’ve been serious A-ALL th-this-time-w-awnyuthinI’mj…” Miyu swallows the rest of her words as she starts crying.
Kyokai’s face falls. This is a first for her, “M-Miyu-” She tries to get close to Miyu, but she pushes her back.
“SENPAI, I HATE YOU!!!!”
Miyu runs. She runs even though Kyokai calls after her. She runs and runs and runs, until she can’t anymore and suddenly a hand pulls her arm. “LET ME-” Miyu’s protest is silenced with a crushing hug. The surprise of this sudden closeness catches her off guard and all kinds of protests ready on the tip of her tongue die. Still, gathering all her courage, she tries to push Kyokai away, only to be held even tighter.
“S-senpai… I can’t breathe…” This mumble finally makes Kyokai loosen her grip, and to regards Miyu with an apprehensive stare.
“I’m sorry,” Kyokai embraces Miyu again.
“Do you know, you scare me? I thought you were annoying at first, but then as time passed on I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I pushed you away every day, but deep down inside I wanted to pin you down and never let you go. I thought, you were just infatuated with me and this was typical senpai-kouhai admiration…I didn’t know… Whether you were serious or not. I-I…I was afraid to find out your true feelings and the reason I kept on running away from you.”
Kyokai buries her face in Miyu’s neck, “I’m sorry, Miyu. I’m sorry. I like you. I’m really, really, sorry for taking so long. I think I love you.”
Miyu can feel Kyokai tremble. The calm and composed senpai is trembling?! She hugs her back while smiling, “I love you too, Senpai.”
Kyokai straighten herself and looks deep into Miyu’s eyes. Miyu tiptoes to give her a peck with a wide smile. Kyokai reflects the same smile, while her cheek reddens.
“You…” She pulls Miyu towards her for their first kiss. Both of them entwine their hands as they pour all their feelings into this sweet kiss, which is sweeter than the chocolate lying on the ground beside them.
(Foshizzel x Jrow) with 31 votes
Genre: Yaoi, Romance, Comedy, School life
The day Jrow met Fosh in the library; they hit it off pretty well. However, for some reason, Fosh avoided Jrow afterwards. But, Jrow was determined to talk to him as there was something about Fosh that drew his attention. Noting that he was usually found fiddling in the science room, he decides to wait there for him soon after. The room was empty and filled with different machinery and contraptions in complete and half-done states. While he was examining a corner stand, he doesn’t see Fosh enter but the moment he about-turns, he finds him rummaging through a toolbox of metal scraps. Before he could call out to him, Fosh pulls out a can of oil and begins something peculiar: oiling his nuts.
“Wait a minute, you’re a-!” Jrow exclaims in shock, revealing the fact that he witnessed the entire scene. Fosh appears to be just as surprised to find him there with his mouth agape. The two stand there in silence, struggling for words since neither of them knew what to make of the situation.
Fosh chooses to speak first, “…Yes and no. I’m not entirely robot as the definition goes. To be more exact, a half robot.”
Jrow had figured that much out, but he still had no idea what to say.
Fosh takes Jrow’s silence as a sign of rejection. So, he’s like everyone else then. Everyone always avoided him after they learn his secret. Everyone who had ever gotten close to him eventually ran away. Everyone leaves. This was a sad but true fact of his life and the reason he was tired of people. Though, he eventually learned to keep his nature to himself and became detached to his own world of hobbies and machines.
“The details of my creation aren’t import, but I’m not human, Jrow. Meeting you in the library that day was surprising and fun, but you should find another human to talk to instead of me because you see…”
“Who gives a shit?!” Jrow finally manages to find his voice, “So, this is why you’ve been avoiding me? “
Jrow’s retort confuses Fosh and he looks away shyly. “Sorry about that.”
Jrow finds his expression nothing short of adorable. So, what if he’s a robot? Who cares? All he knows is that Fosh had been the one to cause his heart to stop beating like this and he never wanted it to stop.
“You’re an idiot, Fosh.” Jrow couldn’t control himself any longer and hugs him tightly.
“Huh?” This wasn’t the reaction Fosh was expecting from the guy he just met a few days ago.
Jrow continus, “I don’t care if you’re a robot or a half-robot! It doesn’t matter how much of a machine you are! The important thing is who you are on the inside!” The line was cheesy, but Jrow had meant every word that he had said. It wouldn’t have mattered if Fosh had been a reindeer mascot character or even a creepy alien thing voiced by Mamiko Noto. He truly liked Fosh for who he was. “Did you shut yourself away from people because of this? Well, boohoo to them for not knowing you. It’s their miss not yours.”
Fosh couldn’t believe his ears. Is this guy for real? Also, he’s hugging me! He had never felt such nearness with anything before if his memory chip was to be believed. Even when he likes the way it feels, he pushes away from Jrow. “You are just shocked. You don’t have to give any explanation because I won’t mind. You’ll soon feel I’m different and drift away. It’s better not to talk with me again rather than–”
Jrow swats his head hard but gets hurt in return. “Would you stop being so stupid! I am not going anywhere.”
“ No bb-utts! Stop being so busy in your science world. There’s a lot more out there and I’ll be there to show it to you.”
“Why are you doing this?!”
“I’ve been honest till now so I’ll tell you the truth. Because… I like you, Fosh…” Jrow trails off, embarrassed over his sudden confession.
“What? Uhhh…” It’s almost as Fosh’s system has malfunctioned due to some driver issue with his hardware presenting a mysterious glitch.
“I mean it,” Jrow adds for emphasis.
“You mean it…?” Fosh repeats in a hushed tone. He was afraid to expect, let alone the person he connected to so well for the first time confessing to him. Though, when he looked into his eyes, he saw nothing but sincerity. “You accept me the way I am…? And you l-like me?!”
“Of course I do! You don’t have to answer me right now but this is how I feel and this will not change.”
“You are either too stupid or too brilliant for me to process,” Fosh adds in awe. Seeing Jrow shrug and smile, Fosh smiles shyly. “Let’s start with being friends,” accepting Jrow’s feelings. And for the first time his system registered a new kind of smile that radiated off his face, infecting Jrow for a version of his own.
Like the wind of change and sleekness of fresh oil, Jrow entered his life, accepting him just the way he was. It was a heady feel and discovery for Fosh, interacting with another person like this. Since that confession, the two became inseparable during school hours and later in library and cafes. They went home together but that is where things stopped. Jrow had put his advances on Fosh many times and every opportunity he got (in deserted corridors, between library shelves, boys’ changing room to even school bathroom), but Fosh would always slip away and stop him just before things got good. Being a half robot gave him inhuman strength so even if Jrow wanted to manhandle him, he lost in the strength department. But recently, he has been noticing Fosh respond more than before when they kissed with an expectant and wanting stare that drove Jrow crazy. The problem was the fact that Fosh never accepted he liked him verbally; though, doing everything else that proved he did.
The only solution that came to his mind was mean but the last straw that Jrow had to grasp: he stopped talking to Fosh. At first he took it as a joke but the hurt expression on his face made Jrow angry with himself to the extent that he would have kicked himself if he could.
On the third day, “Oh goddamn it, for having two brains!” He hissed in a low voice, while settling across Fosh in the library, taking him by surprise. Fosh looks at Jrow with a lot of expressions zipping across his face in a few second and chooses not to comment.
“I know you are mad at me and you should be but I was running out of ideas!”
Getting more silence from Fosh, Jrow continues, “You know how much I like you? I think that’s a moot point to even discuss?!”
“Is this the reason you stopped talking to me? Is this what you do to the one you like?”
“No. This is not what you do to the person you love,” Jrow emphasizes on love, “Rather they do a lot of other things that are interesting,” a hooded expression passes his face, “But, see, you haven’t been honest with me about your feelings either. You like me but you never said it.”
“– I– err…”
“Let me get straight to the point. Do I still need to prove how much I love you and want you?! Do I have to prove it with blue nuts!” Jrow whispers through his gritted teeth.
“HAAAAH?!” Some of the students beside their table turn to look at Fosh if he had sprouted some horns on his head, after his exclamation. “Uh… No…” A progressive blush creeps on his face, while he fiddles with his pencil.
They look around their surroundings, while the students in their workshop research different books. They had to be in library for another half hour to get credits but both of them had to continue this very important discussion as well.
Mustering up all his courage and going almost beetroot red, Fosh finally blurts out, “It’s not only you… I want to work on your hard drive too…”
Realization springs an expression of glee on Jrow’s face. It seemed as if both had agreed to a very important secret. Their hands touch briefly but Jrow lets go due to an electric charge.
“Are you trying to electrocute me?” Jrow raises his eyebrows.
“My circuits are tingling…” Fosh looks down, blushing.
“Oh… Do you want to explore the AI section with me?” Jrow asks with a heated gaze.
“You mean the shelf at the back of the library?” Fosh whispers back.
Only a, “Yes,” is something that Jrow can manage after which they make their way to the back of the library.
“Right now, I can even bear you electrocuting me in the process,” Jrow says as he pounces on Fosh.
Their heated activity is halted with a pointed question, “Mind if I unzip your file?” Fosh doesn’t respond for a while but doesn’t protest either.
“Can I do the same?”
“Yes,” Jrow breathes as Fosh fumbles. “Here, let me do it,” Jrow replies as he reaches over.
Fosh could feel himself overheating a bit, but he decides to bear with it. Jrow has accepted him completely, so he won’t run away either. The two of them draw close and share a passionate intranet connection.
Fosh might have been the semi-robot, but Jrow had his own impressive hard drive that he wanted to show off. So, he pushes Fosh farther towards the back wall with the full intention of docking but stops to stare at the almost huffing Fosh, all red-faced.
His cuteness is too much. Jrow slowly moves to tap Fosh’s file. “Y-your file is heating up… Are you okay?”
Fosh gasps as Jrow checks his file. “I-I’m too nervous, so the file’s hotter more than usual. T-the stimulation is too—” Fosh stops talking and bites his lips as Jrow explores his file. Every corner of it, not missing any space, including all subfolder.
Jrow suddenly moves towards his USB port. “Wait, what are you–”
“I’m just checking your USB port. Don’t worry, it’s not going to hurt.”
“That’s not the point, that’s– Ah!” This sensation is quite new and he realizes that there is still room in his port.
“I don’t want to hurt you right now. I just want to make you happy.” Jrow moves to his nano files.
“B-but.. What about you? I’m the only one feeling good…”
But Fosh thinks of something different. He’s so proud of his terrabytes worth of quartet-core processing speed to think of all possibilities, while he searches Jrow’s hard drive.
Jrow grunts, “Hey you…”
“I-I want to know more about you too! Because I love you! …So, let me explore your file too…”
It’s not about who is going to be who, but it is about getting to know each other better. Fosh, just like Jrow before, starts exploring his hard drive. They continue in a rhythm, exploring each other, finding files of each other they haven’t seen before. The photo galleries, the applications, ebooks and movie collection, everything is exposed through this exploration.
After their exploration reaches its climax and their hard drives cool down, both of them know that this search would only make them love each other more.
Fosh holds Jrow’s hand while looking down, “Can… Can we go to the science room now? The cooling system is better than the library’s and it’s pretty hot here…”
So cuuuute! Jrow think but blurts, “Yes, let’s go.”
Little do they know that the series of experiments they will conduct in the Science Room will become memorable and long-lasting to the extent of becoming research material for later generations to come.
(Karakuri x anaaga) with 25 votes
Genre: Yuri, Romance, School life
Ah, this floor is actually pretty cool. It feels nice.
“Are you okay?”
I wonder how long I can lay here before someone–
anaaga jolts upright, nearly hitting the girl kneeling over her. For a bit she could only see a megane reflection, which sends a chill down her spine as a scene she would have liked to forget suddenly replays in her mind. It’s a simple, yet frightening glint of glasses that flash through her memory, before the image of clubroom’s white, speckled ceiling follows.
anaaga frantically backs up against the wall, startling the girl watching over her.
“H-HENTAI!!” she cries.
The megane’s face instantly flushes red.
“Y-You! What were you doing?!” anaaga asks in a bewildered voice, pointing towards her. “What kind of club is this? Is it just some ploy for people to do weird… er… things?!”
Suddenly the megane stands up and walks towards her, arms nervously at her sides. “I-I’m the club president, you know! You can’t just go on spewing things like that without any ground!”
“Eh?” anaaga squeaks. Sure, enough, she sees no sign of the tied up girl but it still seemed fishy.
The once frightening megane stands before her, blushing madly with a hint of tears at the corner of her eyes. However, at the sound of the doorknob turning, she quickly wipes them away. Two students walk in and she clears her throat, composing a formal, stately pose.
“I see you have a form to join the Tea Club? Let me take that for you.” Before anaaga can say anything else, she scans her form quickly and puts out her hand with a hint of a smile on her face. “Welcome to the Tea Club, anaaga. I’m the club president, Karakuri. I hope you enjoy it here.”
After anaaga gingerly takes her hand and stands up, Karakuri motions to the two students who have been keeping quiet at the entrance to the clubroom. “I’ll let these two members explain what we do at the Tea club. I have other things to attend to at the moment.”
Karakuri leans in and whispers to add, “I trust that you won’t speak of this incident as a condition to becoming, and staying, a member of this club?”
anaaga feels a shiver run down her spine, and musters up the energy she has left to say, “Yes…”
Despite their odd first meeting and Karakuri’s cold welcome to the Tea Club, anaaga finds it to be quite fun with its friendly members. However, while most of the members were grouped together busy in finding different flavours of tea not limited to the green kind; she notices Karakuri always by herself at some corner of the room. Even after club meetings, instead of joining her members to walk home, she stayed behind to do leftover work. Though her first instinct was to stay away, anaaga couldn’t help but try talking to the girl. She found herself bound to her after the spectacle she had witnessed.
One evening after a club meeting, anaaga stayed behind until other members left. She eyed the quiet Karakuri as she went about club business, blatantly ignoring her. With a smirk, anaaga finally speaks up, “So, what’s up with you, Miss President?”The sudden voice in the once silent classroom startled Karakuri enough for her to drop a folder she was fixing, spilling papers all over the floor.“Oops! Sorry about that…,” anaaga apologizes, rushing over to help her.
“That’s…that’s all right. I’ll pick them up myself,” Karakuri’s voice strains towards a higher pitch at the end of her sentence.
“Let me help,” anaaga says, looking at Karakuri’s stiff back leaning down to pick up the papers.
“Ah! No it’s okay! I’ll do it by myself!” she squeaks, looking away from her.
“Oh come on, what’s the prob–” anaaga stops seeing the same teary-eyed expression she glimpsed the first day they met.
Karakuri tries to hide her face, but knows it’s too late.
“Are you, uh, okay?”
“Yes, I just…this isn’t my folder! This is Midori’s! I had organized it for her but now it’s all ruined! The papers are dirty and she doesn’t even know I’m doing this!” Karakuri spills in a frantic tangent. She begins to quickly pick up the papers with anaaga registering all her moves.
“Woah! What’s this? Did I break some sort of…front?”
“Would you like to explain?”
“I-I guess, as you’ve seen me twice. Well, um, when I am in public, especially at school, I like to keep myself reserved. When I was a kid, it stopped people from talking awkwardly with me; but, now that I actually want to talk to people, I can’t as the cold, serious me has become part of my reputation now.”
anaaga gapes. “Come on, you don’t always have to show a serious face? Everyone can change!”
“I honestly don’t think it would matter. Like I’ve said, I’ve been the cold-megane for years. Others would probably think I was drunk or something.”
“I don’t believe they would. Also, who cares about others?” anaaga scoffs.
Karakuri mutters, “Go ahead and ask someone. Find out for yourself.”
So, anaaga did a bit of her own digging after their real conversation. As it turned out, Karakuri’s visage was so strongly intact that other students dubbed her the typical serious student: cold to the bone, and only dedicated to studying things that were concrete. There was a sliver of rumour though, that she helped other students but there was no proof and the trail always went cold with tight-lipped students not giving anything away. The more she explored, the more fascinated she became with Karakuri. anaaga realized that Karakuri was actually quite sensitive and gracious. A small, negative comment or accident would be enough to draw tears from her, but no one noticed because she hid it well behind her megane and deadpan expression. She was a conundrum, who would gladly work for others, mostly without their knowledge and credit.
Every time they would meet up, a layer from Karakuri’s appearance was peeled off. One by one the layers of her appearance came undone, and the cold Karakuri she had met transformed into a graceful, easy-going person, radiating with soft smiles and kindness every time anaaga appeared. Soon, anaaga started rushing to the Tea Club right after her classes, hoping to catch Karakuri alone so they could talk with each other before the chatter of other members would drown out her soft voice, and force her to implement her stern front. She had so many stories to tell, memories to share, and mundane things to tell her. anaaga didn’t mind at all that she talked almost non-stop. It felt nice to be the one person that she could do this to; the first person to discover her true self. It was a secret that bonded them in the best way possible.
But lately, anaaga had been thinking about what it would be like for them to get a little closer. The sight of Karakuri’s smile sent her pulse racing, and her mind became full of steamy scenarios. She started noticing how their school uniform accentuated her figure and sometimes deliberately walked behind her in the stairs to see what colour she was wearing. It got so bad (or rather naughty) at times that her nose would bleed, making Karakuri rush towards her with a handkerchief, causing more harm than good. I’ll just say it quickly, anaaga thinks. I have to tell her before dying of blood loss… She laughs to herself.
“anaaga, can you please hand me the scissors?”
“Sure,” she answers, placing the broom she’s holding to the side.
This time Karakuri’s secret act of kindness is throwing the club members a party for the end of the school year. One of the members had suggested it at the meeting, so Karakuri added money to the club’s budget to make sure they could have it. anaaga had automatically volunteered to setup the party as a cover for Karakuri, who wanted to do it herself. Today the two were by themselves in the clubroom, as usual, with Karakuri unpacking the decorations and anaaga sweeping the floor for the party next day.
“Here you go,” anaaga hands her the scissors. Their hands brush as Karakuri takes them from her and she feels her pulse quicken. She goes back to her sweeping, thinking of taking advantage of the silence in the room. It’s now or never.
Before anaaga can come up with something to say, Karakuri speaks up, “You know, anaaga, I want to thank you for coming to club so early, and for staying behind so late, just to talk to me. I’ve had a lot of fun this year.”
anaaga can feel her face flush due to this comment. Her heart starts beating furiously, her stomach burns in anticipation and nervousness. She looks down and continues to sweep, trying to calm herself. “O-Oh, it’s no problem! I’ve had a lot of fun too… You know, I still don’t understand why you don’t try to have fun with the other members too.”
“We’ve been over this!” Karakuri laughs, continuing to cut open another package of streamers.
“I know! But…” anaaga stops sweeping, nervously clutching the broom. “You’re so nice! And caring, and just…so different from your supposed appearance. I-It’s kind of weird, but cute.”
“Ah, no I’m not–” Karakuri suddenly falls silent, looking down at the colorful array of streamers in front of her. From the corner of anaaga’s eyes, she registers Karakuri’s face flush lightly. She puts down the items in her hands and looks over at anaaga.
“You know, I’ve kept that front for a long time. There’s no point in changing now. Besides, I’d rather it be just you who sees this side of me…”
It took some time for anaaga to register the fact that Karakuri had subtly, and sweetly, acknowledged her feelings for her. She smiles widely and drops her broom before pulling Karakuri into an embrace. Her smile broadens feeling Karakuri’s arms wrap softly around her waist.
“I like you, you trolling megane-chan,” anaaga whispers with her head nuzzled into her neck.
“I like you too, you nose-bleeding perv–” before Karakuri could finish her retort, her mouth is claimed by anaaga.
After anaaga completes her first base fantasy, she replies, “Took you long enough.”
Karakuri huffs and kisses her again, taking anaaga by surprise. Discarding her megane, she clutches anaaga in all possible ways likely in their position and soon they become pairs of arms, legs and heated mouth.
They don’t notice the click of the doorknob, but the two students who were about to enter back away, stifling their giggle and slowly close the door before anyone could notice, let alone the two engrossed in a very interesting activity.
Unbeknownst to Karakuri, her club members adored her for her dedication. Most of them had glimpsed her slight change since anaaga joined and putting two and two together wasn’t that hard. One of the departing members smartly put up a sign reading: ‘Clubroom closed for the day’, which was close but far from the truth. The clubroom was thoroughly used till the evening and when the two in question finally came to reality from their heated haze, they smiled, laughed and smiled some more. This was just the beginning of course.
(Hoshi x Overcooled) with 20 votes
Genre: Yuri, Romance, Action, School life
“WHERE IS SHE?” OC kicks open the steel door and her angry voice reverberates throughout the warehouse.
“Who?” A mocking voice echoes from within the darkness of the building. Several voices of laughter follow that statement, but OC is busy surveying the inside of the building as her eyes adjust to the dark interior. She’s relieved to find no trace of Hoshi there. So, this was a setup after all.
“You sent me a ransom note saying you kidnapped a girl from my class. Shouldn’t you guys be doing something more productive with your free time?” OC’s cold stare blazes towards the female gang leader, who’s sitting on a crate. She vaguely recognizes some faces who had been her members around the time she disbanded the Black Tigers gang. From the looks of things though, most of the faces were as unfamiliar as this new leader.
“I can’t believe the legendary OC would rush in on a rumour of kidnapped high school girl. How FAAAR you’ve fallen!” the gang leader laughs. “Guess you shouldn’t have left this world after all. Look how soft you’ve gotten.”
Thank goodness, OC says under her breath.
“Oh? Were you really that worried about a useless girl?”
OC replies with a low laugh and cracks her knuckles, “No. I’m relieved because without her here, I can go all out. This will teach you a lesson of never even thinking, let alone laying a finger on anyone from my school. Did you hear the story how I got my name, Overcooled?”
The manic smile that followed had the effect of freezing all of them in their tracks. It was a very bad idea, calling her out and they found out in a hurry.
The next day at school, OC ditches class for the rooftop as usual. Though, this time she had a reason because her right cheek was a bit swollen due to a lucky shot of a rookie from yesterday’s skirmish. She hopes Hoshi is absent but doesn’t really count on it. They never do anything without telling the other.
She maintains the head-down position with her knees drawn up, brooding on the usual spot away from the morning sunlight. She wishes she could hide her face for the entire day, while feeling stressed about yesterday. The fight wasn’t a huge problem and it’s not like that gang caused any serious injuries. They had never even laid a hand on Hoshi. However, a voice in the back of her mind kept repeating to her: What if they had?
She reaches into her bag for a cigarette, only to find a box of Pocky instead. It must have been Hoshi’s doing. She always nags OC about her bad habits left over from her old lifestyle. When did that girl manage to sneak herself so deeply into OC’s life? Laughing to herself bitterly, OC tosses the box aside. Hoshi is the only remnant of her old gang she’s close to. Hell, she’s the only one in school who she talks to. Suits her just fine because she always liked to be left alone. These thoughts swirl around her head as she finds herself nodding off…
The next thing she knows, it’s afternoon and she feels an unusual warmth surrounding her hand. Looking beside her, OC sees Hoshi sitting next to her with a concerned look on her face. The concern on her face transforms to worry as she concentrates on her slightly swollen cheek and tightens the grip on her hand.
“Don’t UH me. Tell me what happened and I mean everything,” Hoshi says evenly, her trademark frown appearing between her eyes.
Oh shit. I’m in trouble. “Alright, alright! Some kittens attacked me yesterday…” OC continues on about yesterday’s fight, toning down the fight, which was fifteen against one.
“I didn’t mean to wake you but I couldn’t help it as you were murmuring and it seemed like a bad dream… But I never thought a past ghost was haunting you…” Hoshi trails off, unsure of what to say next.
“I’m fine.” Sighing, OC attempts to get up as she feels uncomfortable around Hoshi because of yesterday’s events. However, Hoshi’s frustration over OC brushing her off yet again gets her angry and she doesn’t budge from her sitting position or loosen her grip on her hand.
“You’re always doing this! You never tell me anything! I know you’re hurting inside, so tell me what’s wrong and let me be there for you!” OC can see that Hoshi is close to tears. “I… I’m afraid that you’re going to disappear for real one of these days…”
“I won’t… I can’t…” OC had thought of running away before. She had considered travelling to a different city where nobody knew her many, many times before. However, something inside her heart always prevented her from going through with it…
As OC doesn’t protest or attempt to wrench her hand away, Hoshi’s mind does a little puzzle solving of her own. It was a little known fact that OC loved puzzles and due to her Hoshi had gotten into solving and playing similar genre games herself. She connects the dots of them always being together, but OC never opening up to her. OC was always protecting her, but Hoshi was never sure what she could do to return the favour. This time however, it seems the answer is just within her grasp. Her brain goes on an overdrive, replayed the many moments they spent together in the last few years. Every one of them was special and even if by a little, she had seen OC change out of her Ice Queen mode. However, this was the first time she saw her this troubled. Is it because of her? Because she was threatened? Sure, she’s her partner in crime but does she also feel more than just friendship towards her? Like her own deep secret?
She gambles her heart on the line and connects the dots. Suddenly she doesn’t care anymore and almost reflexively stands up, bringing OC towards her with the pull of the hand she had been holding for a while. In normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have been able to do that. However, she does, catching OC off guard, and softly kisses her.
They part and Hoshi blushes deeply. “I.. uh.. um…” Her voice gets quieter as she stumbles over her words, but she finally manages to speak her mind, trying to hold back her tears. “Would you please s-stop leaving me behind?”
OC doesn’t respond. Oh no, now I’ve ruined everything.. I’ve made the only precious person in my life cry.
“No.. n-nooo.” OC grips Hoshi’s forearms in a powerful clutch but she doesn’t wince in response. “I can’t leave you behind. Don’t you see?” She raises her head and kisses her back.
As they part, Hoshi sees tears welling up in OC’s eyes. OC is… crying? Oh no! Hoshi moves in to embrace her and OC almost falls into her embrace. Hoshi can feel her tears trickle down her neck and it pains yet amazes her to see her in this shape.
She says soothingly, “Would you stop giving yourself such a hard time? You are supposed to share how you feel rather than bottling it all up.”
Oh, right. This is why I can’t leave. As much as Hoshi would be safer without OC’s past chasing the two of them around, she simply couldn’t. She needed Hoshi there as her one ray of light in the world.”I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I won’t leave, I promise. I just don’t want to hurt you anymore. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry…”
“I know… I love you too.” Hoshi can’t hold back her own tears any longer. No further words are required as they embrace, kiss and dissipate all their fears through touch.
It might be tough, but the two of them would work things out together and their love is strong enough to overcome any obstacle.
(Hawthorne x Ivlln) with 19 votes
Genre: Yaoi, Romance, Drama
Hawth can feel something ticklish on his mouth. “Mmm… Lemme sleeep…” But he can’t sleep anymore as an object too familiar starts exploring his mouth. Hawth opens his eyes to find lvlln’s brown eyes focused on him. His dark and heated stare tells him everything he needed to know, while he begins his ministrations on his body without any act of mercy.
“…You want more?” lvlln whispers, giving Hawth chills, while he trembles in anticipation. He answers by wrapping his legs to lvlln’s, producing a slow smile out of him. Hawth moans as he feels lvlln’s cold hands exploring his body and soon both of them give themselves away to pleasure, forgetting everything that exists in the world.
“So you’re going to work today,” lvlln states in a melodious tone, but Hawth knows there is nothing happy about that tone.
Hawth sighs as he puts on his pants. “Yeah, Miyu asked me to replace her for today. I couldn’t say no because she used her puppy eyes on me. It seems she was serious though. Today’s Valentine Day, right? I bet she has some plans for that senpai she keeps talking about. I’ll still be back early though, so I’ll make dinner. What do you want to eat today?”
He turns around. “lvlln–” Hawth shuts his mouth as soon as he sees his expression.
As if reading his mind, lvlln gets off the bed and bodily splays him on the wall.
“Ouch… It hurts! lvlln, what are you–OUCH!” he shouts as lvlln sinks his teeth on his neck.
“lvlln, it hurts-”
“You’re mine. Only mine.”
Hawth squirms from the rush of blood and adrenaline but also the pain from his neck, unconsciously tearing up. A teardrop on lvlln’s cheek, forces him to look up. His eyes widen in horror seeing his painful expression and he slowly backs away raising his hands.
“I-I’m sorry, I was just angry because you mentioned a girl’s name. I-I just..” lvlln falls on the bed, groveling as his face screws in a worried expression.
Suddenly lvlln feels a pair of arms around him. He looks up to find Hawth smiling down at him warmly. He closes his eyes because that smile is too much for him. I don’t deserve him. He’s too good to me.
“lvlln,” he cups his face, forcing him to open his eyes, “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
Beautiful. That’s all lvlln can think as he slowly reaches for Hawth’s face, licking the trace of a tear to his surprise. Hawth shortens the distance between them and tastes his own blood as the kiss between them deepens.
Hawth finally finishes throwing all the chocolates and the love letters that were stuck in their letterbox. He still doesn’t get why women do that. He remembers how lvlln used to get gazillions of chocolates and love letters when they were in high school. Of course, he took care of them all. lvlln is a fragile person, and anybody could take advantage of him. He knew that, so he took care of them too. He made sure that no one dangerous ever approached lvlln. Only he could protect him.
Hawth looks up at a person standing on their apartment’s doorway. He can’t see due to poor lighting and sunlight streaming from the doorway but he’s not amused with this sudden appearance and arrogant tone. Still, trying to be polite, he smiles and asks, “May I help you?”
“What the hell are you doing with my chocolate!? They’re for lvlln!”
As if triggering super-human strength, Hawth grabs the female’s neck and grips it tightly, pinning her to the wall beside the doorway. Sunlight finally shows her face, which is unfamiliar. From the many hundreds.
The female gapes at Hawth, as he slowly raises her up the wall, almost choking her with his strong grip. She keeps searching for air, but lady luck is not on her side today. She starts to turn pale when Hawth’s phone begins to ring.
Hawth picks the ringing phone inside his left pocket and his face lightens up seeing the caller’s ID. “Hey, What’s up? Oh, dinner? Yeah, you didn’t tell me what you want to eat tonight.”
The female hits his arm, but it doesn’t move rather tightens even more. “What do you want? You don’t know? Let’s see… Uh, wait, give me a second.”
Hawth releases the unknown female, who falls to the ground. He turns off his phone just as she starts breathing properly. He grabs her, not caring about the fearful expression on her tear-stained face. “Send lvlln weird shit again and I’m seriously going to make sure you’re gone from this world.”
Her face widens in shock as she remains petrified to the spot.
Hawth rolls his eyes and makes a shooing motion, “Now, scram, woman!”
The female gets up and tries her best to walk as fast as possible, away from this dangerous man. She half trips, half runs, still feeling his hand on her neck smarting with pain.
Meanwhile, Hawth speed dials his number one, “Sorry about that. There was an annoying cat on our doorway. You know I don’t like cats… Right, dinner; how about some Valentine’s dinner for tonight and you can choose desert of your liking after?” he smiles hearing the sharp intake of breath from the other side. “Later.”
Hawth whistles while making his way towards his workplace. Just another normal day.
Let me applaud you, if you finished all the above stories. Though, this tiny project that sprouted from a few tweets, moved to skype and is now on Metanorn with a record count of fifteen pages on MS Word comprising of about 7,700 words. Hope you had fun reading these OTP stories from an alternative reality where some us not only know each other but are TOO FRIENDLY AND MOAR. Our nods for SkyHigh and OverBriar ships, which had a lot of support. Maybe next time? Anyways, this was highly embarrassing for us, let me add so your feedback is very important. Ja ne~
| Main art from a Soul Eater fanbook by Mimi, the rest compiled from zerochan |
| Stories by:
Karaga ~ Premise: Kyokai | Story: Hoshi, Kyokai
Joshizzle ~ Premise & Story: Kara, anaaga, Kyokai
HawtLuv ~ Premise & Story: anaaga
WillArch ~ Premise: Kyokai
KyoKyuu(-nyaa) ~ Premise & Story: anaaga
ShoCool ~ Premise & Story: Kara
FiNess ~ Premise: Kara |
| Compilation by Hoshi |
| Editing and Graphics by Kyokai |