sweetcleric

Rin Matsuoka. He was one of Nitori’s good friends- or at least that’s what he considered him to be. Not only that, but he was his classmate and roommate. No matter where he went, they’d always see each other somehow. Usually Nitori was happy for this! He honestly cared for Rin and wanted to make sure if he was alright, considering that he always wore that scowl on his face. But lately, that all turned around when a girl showed up in his life- an ugly emotion gradually bubbled up inside him. He found it almost impossible to shake it away. Just because of one simple high school girl. (Y/n). Okay, you might just get it all wro

*WARNING; SUGGESTED LEMON!!* I feel like everything I'm writing is very short now-a-days... - - - - - You felt the rustling of your bed sheets and squeezed your eyes in disturbance. Followed by the rustling, there were footsteps, soon fading out. You heard a door open, and then the sound of the bath running. ‘Haru,’ you thought. ‘He’s taking a bath this early?’ You slowly opened your eyes, greeted with streams of sunlight peeking through your curtains. Looking over to Haru’s place of the bed, you placed your hand on the pillow. ‘Warm...’ You yawned, stretching your arms over your head and sc

Another short one! - - - - Today was the marketing festival, and all sort of shops and stands were being placed across the streets of Ikebukuro. You- who just successfully found a summer part-time job- was monitoring and selling fresh fruits for your company. Aside from being a teacher during the school year, you thought summer was a great time to help out the city! Taking in the view, you realized how filled the streets were with people! There were balloons, confetti on the floor and lots of chattering happening around. It was a very busy time of the day. “Oh!” You muttered. With shining (e/c) eyes, you watched a familiar man

*WARNING; suggested lemon!!* Anyways, here's a short drabble! - - - - - - - “Shi~zu~o!” I called out from the kitchen. I heard his stomping come closer and closer. I giggled. “Yes, (y/n)?” His voice was sweet, kind and mellow. As I stirred the wooden spoon in the cooking pot, I felt his hands trace my waist, soon to my stomach, and pulled me closer to him. “Just wanted to tell you dinner's almost ready…” I felt him continue to rub my waist. “Mm, not now Shizuo.” He placed his head on the crook of my neck and blew on it. “Can’t you just stop cooking for a bit?” His v