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fablesofkitkat · 5 months
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fablesofkitkat · 5 months
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"Would you love me as a worm?"
"No..?"
"Why not?"
"I don't meet worms that much."
"Would you love me as a worm?"
"No.."
"Why not?"
"I don't have worm fetish."
"Would you love me as a worm?"
"No.."
"Why not?"
"How would I recognize you from the normal worms?"
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fablesofkitkat · 7 months
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So... I'm back. Life update. Did I graduate college yet? I got held back once again. This time, it's because I felt like my thesis wasn't ready. I didn't proceed with my study. I'll be transparent. I failed again. Those same 3 subjects. I'm gonna own up to this: I didn't care enough about the deadlines. I did all those floor plans, sectional plans, detail plans, furniture designs, chapter 1-3 of my thesis study, and didn't submit them. I procrastinated too much . And when I did get to finish them, it was way past the deadline and I felt too ashamed. On to the romance department: I met someone. Actually going out with this person. I didn't ask for a love life. I was desperately wishing to graduate. I deflected people interested but THIS GUY had the gall to entertain the heck out of me through a mobile game we both bond over. THE AUDACITY. We were gaming buddies for months, never used the voice chat until we were on a 8-games-losing-streak, turned the microphone on. He's funny. LIKE I CAN'T BE MAD AT HIM FUNNY. The voice chats in game and flirting went on for weeks before I gave in and revealed my socials to him. I had no expectations about him since I'm still busy tryna fix my fuck-up so color me surprised that somehow we're officially going out.
I'm currently intern at a local construction company in the morning, working at a call center at night, and I have 2 subjects enrolled this semester so it's doable.
Last yr I thought of dying bcoz of my fuck-up, now I'm looking forward to a future with someone. Funny.
this is going to be unnecessary and annoying. . . and no one really cares: I failed THREE subjects. Thesis writing, Furniture Design 3, and Interior Construction Detailing.
I really feel like I'm a freaking failure and it's the end of the world for me lol. And God do I wanna just disappear.
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fablesofkitkat · 10 months
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Hi,
It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:
I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.
That is my anti-permission.
Thank you for your attention.
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fablesofkitkat · 1 year
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do you ever not write for so long that you’re almost afraid to? like what if I’m dumb now
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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pov: making onigiri for Takami Keigo
✨slow burn, foodccentric, basically about food✨
synopsis: There's this small diner by the outskirts of Musutafu that Keigo enjoys. Sure, with his salary as a hero within Top 10, he could splurge more than average but there was something that drew him back to the old rickety diner, with worn out tables, shojis and the shinto altar by the wall.
tags: @goodnightlittleme @thunder-skull @milenas-welt @fandomenbylover @asras-sweetheart @talknerdytomexd @02sdoll @soft-lilith @vtte @diabolical-succubi @buttercupmuffin28-blog @nikki152006fanfictions @ramenaddicted @shadowzena43
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"Are you out of chicken dishes?"
   You looked up to see someone new. A man of average height with a slim and narrow build. He has feathery, ash blond hair, swept messily backward, with some of the front tufts sticking up in arcs above his head, notably thick eyelashes, and some faint stubble on his chin.
   His eyes are golden-brown and rather triangular, with two little black triangles just below his tear ducts, making his eyes somewhat resemble those of a bird. His Quirk is obvious with him having a set of large bright red wings with feathers on his back.
   He wears a black shirt with a wavy golden pattern like a ripple in a pond, over which he has a tan jacket with a high collar, the insides and cuffs of the sleeves lined with white fur, and black gloves. He has a red square-shaped lobe covered by a pair of yellow headphones.
  
   The steam from the grill is making you sweat. You grab a towel from your apron's pocket to wipe your face.
  
   "My menu changes day to day." You gestured to the display glass.
  
   "Grilled sardines?" the bewildered tone got to you.
  
   You put your hands on your waist and raised an eyebrow at the customer. "You got something against sardines?"
  
   "It's like old people food."
  
   Would it be bad if you leapt over the counter and started slapping this stranger for looking down on your grandma's comfort food?
  
   "Don't knock it 'til you try it!" You picked up the tongs and flipped the sardines. But you thought about people having different tastes so you gestured to the display glass once more. "But if it's not for you. . .  I do have 6 different flavors of onigiri."
  
   You watch the customer bend down to peer over the displayed rice balls.
  
   The stranger hummed in curiosity.  "Can I have every flavor?"
  
   "If you got the money."
  
   "I got the money."
  
   You let out an amused huff. "Then you can."
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   The first time you moved to Musutafu, you were shocked at how awful the food was. Not in the context of taste but more on the assortment of food served in restaurants.
  
   Where did diner food go? Where are the diners? Why are fast food restaurants dominating every corner of Musutafu? Seldom did you find diners who served childhood food you grew up with, but through the years, they've dwindled down til only handful had remained.
  
   "I want to buy 4 tuna mayo onigiri for take-out." The new customer ordered and you looked at the display, sending him an apologetic look.
  
   "Would you mind waiting 5 minutes for it? I'll make you new ones."
  
   "Sure, go ahead." The customer placed their hands in their pockets, shrugging.
  
   You light on the stove and shoved you hands casually in the open fire for a good five seconds. Slowly turning your hands for the flames to lick. You withdrew them away from the stove to cool. Plastic had coated your hands.
  
   There's an impressed whistle coming from infront of you. You meet golden-brown eyes.
  
   "Your quirk?"
  
   You nod. "Nothing fancy." You switch the stove off and proceeded to take out your bamboo mat roller topped with plastic wrap. You sprinkled salt on it and scoop sticky rice from the rice cooker with a flat square wooden ladle placing the rice on the mat roller. "So, you like tuna-mayo? It's the most popular flavor."
  
   "There's no chicken." He explained. Or complained, you could tell.
 
   That made you smile. Your new customer has a taste bud of a child. "Well, no wonder you liked this flavor best." (Amusingly, tuna mayo onigiri is known as chicken of the sea.)
  
   You pooled the rice into a small hill and dug a hole at the center. You reach over a glass bowl containing tuna-mayo filling seasoned with soy sauce. You spooned a generous amount of the filling and placed it inside the hole. You bunched up the plastic and molded the rice into a reuleaux (triangle with curved edges). You unwrap it, take the nori (seaweed paper) out, stuck the nori onto the onigiri like a tape from front to back and lastly, placing it inside a cute onigiri rice paper wrap with sakura flowers design.
  
   "That took you seconds." He complimented.
  
   "I am a grandchild of an onigiri maker." You puff your chest out a bit, flattered. "My grandpa could make them in literal 5 seconds. I'd blink and he'd be done." You prepped for the next one.
  
   "He sounds cool."
  
    You meet his eyes and grinned. "The coolest." Your face falls at the next second and you went back to making the second rice ball. "Cooler if he'd be less stubborn."
   
    "Oh?"
   
    "He didn't want me succeeding this diner." You muttered under your breath.
   
    There was a bout of silence. You hear some diners leaving, the children playing outside, and the customer tapping the counter. You're on the 3rd rice ball when he spoke up, "Interesting name for the diner. Herohero. Your grandpa a hero fan?"
   
    You couldn't quite keep your mouth from splitting into a smile. "He is Endeavor's biggest fan." You rolled your eyes.
   
    "Is he?" He sounded intrigued and a bit challenged.
   
    "He's a legit fanboy. Has his merch here upstairs in his room. My grandma used to joke about him leaving her for the Flame Hero."
   
    "How about you? Who's your favorite hero?"
   
    You're almost done with the last onigiri, fitting it inside the rice paper wrapper. You scrunched your eyebrows in concentration as you answered, "I don't have one."
   
    "You don't have one?" His voice sounded flabbergasted.
   
    You look up and smiled. Finally, you peeled off the gloves and started packing the onigiris inside a paper bag. "I'm not really interested in heroes."
   
    "You don't?"
   
    You shrug, and then punched the numbers on your cash register. "That'll be ¥800 total. They're humans with really good quirks or know how to utilize their quirks."
   
    "They save lives."
   
    "So do doctors and nurses."
   
    "They protect people from villains." He hands over his payment and you give him the paper bag.
   
    "Yeah, I acknowledge their efforts and admire them but not to the point of idolizing them." You give him his receipt. "There's nothing to it really, I'm not interested in them the same way I'm not interested in pop idols."
   
    "Okay then." He lifts up the bag and nodded in thanks.
   
    You bow your head a little and thanked him.
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   Keigo bites into a torigomoku rice ball. It has an oddly satisfying unique thickness that sweeps his mouth with its filling of chicken, carrot, and onion. Torigomoku. Chicken and Veggies.
  
   Somehow, it makes him think of you humoring him like what a mother does to their child. Gotta put some vegetables in their child's meal somehow. And that's exactly what you did.
  
   "It's good, right?" You beamed a smile at him, carrying dishes to put them in the sink behind the counter.
  
   He was sitting at the counter stool once more and listened to you hum to yourself. "What made you add a new flavor?"
  
   "You 'cause I gathered you like chicken. I'm glad you got to dine here again before I swap onigiri to a different rice dish." You heat your hands for instant plastic gloves.
  
   "But I'm not a regular." Not to mention, it's been a week since he came back here to dine.
  
   You looked at him for a moment, and he couldn't read the expression on your face. You smiled. "When you ate that first onigiri, back then. . ." You hung your head low and started free-washing the plates. "Do you know that no matter how different the taste, eating your first onigiri after a long while will always remind you of your mother's onigiri?"
  
   His eyes flicked to your face as his insides went cold. Keigo stayed silent.
  
   "You had this bitter look on your face."
   For the next two weeks, he avoids going back to Herohero diner.
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AN: Herohero is an onomatopoeias ( the naming of a thing or action by a vocal imitation of the sound associated with it). Herohero is the sound of flapping plastic which means exhaustion. I thought it was cute as a diner name to nod at the heroes being part of BNHA universe and to relate reader's quirk. I like food. This series will be food appreciation.
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next chapter is still in drafts ->
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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You couldn't move. Your room is dark and the only source of light was from the slit under your door. You stared at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars that should have shone brighter because they're near the light bulb, is instead dim.
You see a shadow standing at the corner of your room. You shut your eyes, willing them to go away. There's a prickle on your skin. The weight of the figure's gaze terrifies you.
You will them to go away— or to fall asleep once more. Anything to escape this.
"A beautiful nightmare." They whispered. But not quite a whisper, more like an invasive thought in your head. And the words spilled in the nothingness of your closed eyes. Like liquid smoke trailing downwards to spell out the words.
You felt your cheeks numbed. Maybe this was the part you started reciting the whole guardian angel prayer in your head. You weren't devout. You attend church just to please your family.
There was a rattling near your right ear and a chuckle.
You woke up. You're back and alone.
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You're staring at the ceiling once more. Your body paralyzed. And you know they're here. Their shadow looms over you. You can't possibly explain how their shadow is visible to you despite the dimness of your room.
You close your eyes and screamed in your head to move your neck to the other side so that there's not a sliver of chance to see the figure's face.
You did the whole prayer thing in your head. Your neck moved with a click. It was a bad decision because you felt their gaze on your back. Goosebumps on your nape. Tingling on your scalp. You're scared.
You hear their footsteps walking closer to the bed and—
—there's a lullaby. No sound. No tune. And yet it's there in your head. You're sure it's there. It was familiar, you thought. The lullaby.
Your vision is filled with wisps dancing to the lullaby. You barely notice your fear had dissipated. You fell asleep.
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You should be terrified.
But not tonight.
There was nothing more you could want in that moment was to just. . . disappear. This sleep paralysis, this demon; if they were real, you didn't mind if they took you, killed you, or ate your soul.
It was a bad day.
The worst.
Parents, am I right?
Your mouth clicked open like that of a wooden puppet.
"Breathe." The invasive thought accompanied by the vision of liquid smoke occupied your mind.
Why? you asked wordlessly.
"Angelofmine,myguardiandear.TowhomIlove,committedhúere.Everthis night,beatmysidetokissandguard,toruleandguide."
That's not how it goes, it's 'Angel of God'— You felt their amusement as if they had raised an eyebrow at you.
"I'm not of God."
Oh yeah. . .
...
...
"Okay, they've stopped fighting."
Who?
"Your parents. Sleep."
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You blink your eyes in the darkness of your room. Silence. No screaming match to be over heard. You look around for the figure even though you know you're alone.
You get sleep paralysis very often. Although this seems horrible to most, you don’t mind it, in fact you welcome it. And that’s because your sleep paralysis demon is actually very nice and sweet.
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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(18+) extra pov: domestic moments at 5:00 AM with Enji
genre: nsfw
minors do not interact
synopsis: what if instead of Rei, it was you who married Endeavor? early conversations with Enji.
I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all
-Air supply
tags: @bootyholelicker @aw-crepes @tartly-sweet @ifyoulikeitiloveit @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @theroosterswife24 @ghostlyluminarycloud @acebakugo @itzyourgurlnihya @lynn-anonymous @animeaandp @rubinocore @mhashoswhore @includemeaspartofyourworld @nuttyninjacat @shadowzena43 @vtte @spicy-therapist-mom
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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.
"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.
"Foot cramps."
His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.
"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.
His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"
"No."
"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."
The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."
"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.
"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.
"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."
Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"
His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?
You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."
"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."
"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.
His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.
"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.
You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.
"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"
"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"
"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.
You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"
"You did?"
"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."
"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.
"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."
His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.
"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.
"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.
"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.
You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."
Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.
"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."
You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."
"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.
You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."
"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.
You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.
His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.
Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.
His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.
You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.
It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.
You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.
You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.
His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"
"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."
Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."
"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."
"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."
"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.
He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"
"But it'd be easier if I was younger."
"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."
You slap his chest. "Hey!"
Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."
"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.
"You didn't ruin anything."
You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.
"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."
You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."
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AN: So sorry for edging you guys. This is your author speaking, I'm not stuck with you in this Endeavor hellhole. You're stuck with ME.
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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And then midwriting, I blink and realized I fell asleep and check my fic with mispellings and horribly constructed sentences
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Writers don't get to rest.
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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pov: unexpected reunion with  Tamaki Amajiki at a tv show (after he ghosted you)
genre: light-hearted angst
Still no matter where I go,
At the end of every road
- Chelsea Cutler & Jeremy Zucker
tags: @vtte (pls let me know if you wanna be tagged to all my bnha povs)
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"He's our very own handsome hero, Suneater!"
"Whoahh, Suneater. How are you today?"
"I'm alright."
"The whole night you've been trending."
"What's up with you? You're not facing the wall?"
Crowd laughs.
"...nothing."
"Really. Well, we're going to talk about that in a while since the person you want to talk to is here!"
"Here are the criteria for the contest. Please remember them and let's welcome our judges!"
"Hell yea!"
"Oh my gosh!"
"So... Y/N  agreed to our request in being one of judges tonight."
"Yes."
"Hey, Y/N."
"Came back, huh?"
"Y-you all look great this Saturday. Really bougie."
"It's for the excitement today. Also, Red Riot was our guest this morning and kindly shared with us life hacks involving his quirk."
"There was also retired hero: All Might's interview."
"So much has happened today."
"What about you? Good thing you fell asleep despite trending, Y/N."
Chuckles. "It surprised me to find out I was trending. Woke up with many people tweeted me."
"Yep. It shocked us too. So the public has known what happened off cam. And yesterday, a relevation came to Y/N, after all these years, to something that has been weighing on their mind—"
"To make it clear."
"About... well, you and Suneater were seen together alot back then."
"But then, the two of you, suddenly stopped."
"Did the two of you got together?"
"Present Mic!"
"What? We all wanted to ask."
"No, we didn't." Head shake. "But I liked him. I didn't reject him. I was tryna catch him or like, make sure he liked me too before I confessed. And then uhh—" Laughs. "He ghosted me. " Smiles. "But at least, like I said yesterday, now you're okay, and I'm okay. We're okay."
"Yeah. Thank you."
"So you two understand each other now?"
"Yes. There were actually two sides back then. I had thought only about my own point of view but after yesterday, he had his own point of view and to hear it in person?" You motioned your fist downwards to your open palm. "I was like 'so that's where he was coming from.'" You touch your knuckes to you heart. "And now, I feel like a weight has been lifted. And if we pass each other in the hallways..." you waved your hand to and fro. "We won't be awkward anymore, or try to avoid each other." You laughed.
"Ah, I remember those fistbumps you two gave each other. There was awkwardness."
"Yesterday, it wasn't just fistbumps. They held hands."
"Suneater, you mentioned earlier before we hit live, you said you couldn't sleep last night. Why is that?"
"Of course, I couldn't. There were too many things— too many what-ifs flashed in my mind."
Slowly, you feel the corner of your mouth dropping but you catch yourself and smiled more. You touch your throat as if a physical manifestation of a lump was there.
"What-ifs?"
"Well, for twelve years, I thought I didn't have a chance." Tamaki motioned a hand in your direction. "I thought you didn't like me. The reason why I was a coward, the reason why I didn't pursue what I felt for you... I wasn't able to stand by what I felt for you was because— I was afraid for myself. I thought I didn't stand a chance with all those other people wanting your attention. Like Red Riot."
"Oh yeah, I remember him telling me that you and Red Riot dating."
"No, at that time, Red Riot and I were hanging out a lot because we were best friends and we happened to be volunteering for the same organization."
"You and Red Riot had your little group with Ground Zero, right?"
"Yep and at that time, Red Riot was dating his now wife, and our little group was actually encouraging him to propose already."
"Oh... so Suneater misinterpreted the situation."
"Well what did you realize last night, Suneater?"
"That.. maybe if I wasn't cowardly back then, if I pushed myself and acted on my feelings for you, maybe we'd still be together."
"Awww."
"Right? We'll never know."
You put your hand against your chess, fiddling with the pendant of your necklace, while your other hand scratches at your elbow.
"But well, it's a good thing you two didn't get together. Can you imagine how much creativity you'd have to put in making his lunches with his quirk? That's alot of responsibility!"
This made everyone laugh in the studio.
"So you wished if only you acted on your feelings..."
"I was belittling myself back. I felt small. I didn't have a car back then. When we went on dates," Tamaki turns to you once more. "I'd ride in your minivan. And when we went to that restaurant Ya—Yebisu?"
"Yebisu." You nodded.
"Yebisu. We were with your brother—or cousin, or family, I wanted to treat them at that time, I was just starting out and I had no money. So I made myself small. I belittled myself. You invited me to your show at Shinjuku—"
"TOHO theatre."
"At TOHO and I even borrowed my friend's car. I invited Lemillion and Nejirechan. I gave you flowers that night—" He looks away from you, blinking rapidly and then resumed eye contact. "Do you still remember that? Because I remember. All of it."
You tightened your grip on your microphone, hoping it helps you stand your ground after seeing Tamaki's reddened eyes. His gaze threatens to topple you down by sheer intensity.
"I only stopped because I really thought you didn't like me." He placed a hand on his chest. You and him don't notice how mirrored your gestures are. "I want to apologize. To you. I didn't realize that I had a chance with you."
You clutched your pendant into a fist. You smiled once more but this time, it's all wobbly.
"I'm sorry."
The sympathetic 'awws' from the crowd pulled you away from his stare.
"You stopped because you felt ashamed. You felt small."
"Because every time we'd dine out..." Tamaki gestures to you. "They'd pay the bill."
You looked to a spot on the ground, gaze out of focus.
"I couldn't do it."
Your lips trembled for a moment, it felt too cruel to look at his face and see what kind of expression he had on as he confessed. Memories replayed in your mind, naming all those expressions he had that used to be undecipherable to you.
"And you had so many fans, every concert you had a whole crowd screaming at you. And after your concert, so many of them would ask to take a picture with you. Then there was me. I was unknown back then. So I felt inadequate. I thought I wasn't for you even though it was real. All of it. What I felt for you was real."
You smiled at that and then laughed at that random person in the crowd howling. You wanted to say something, you take a breath but couldn't utter a single word. You settled for rubbing a soothing hand to your heart.
"I remember your last text message to me was asking me to act in your music video. I said yes. I waited. Was waiting. Turns out nothing."
You nodded at him and gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you. It's important to me to know your side of the story. For me, I thought you got fed up with me."
"'Cause you were a star."
"A star he couldn't reach."
"Not like that. More like, I came from a very conservative family. The kind that had curfews and no partying. So I thought maybe Suneater got tired of waiting for me, so yeah..."
"Strict parents, huh."
"Yeppp."
"That was what I thought. I remember—" You laughed. "The song I was fond of back then because I related that song to him when he ghosted me."
"What song?"
" It was 'You were good to me'. I thought that although he probably found someone who was a better fit with him than I did, he was good to me."
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YESTERDAY'S SHOW.
"For you Ms. Sakurada, I agree with what Hikaru said. Even if you two didn't even get to label things as long as they made you feel deeply and then the next moment, they're gone. Sheesh. It would hurt."
"Right? It sucks when they ghost you."
"Really, really hurts. Right, Suneater?"
"What?"
"Ohmygosh."
"Suneater?!"
You laughed at the chaos you ensued because of the bomb you just dropped.
"What is this???"
"Whaaaaat"
"I'm just teasing." You held up a peace sign at Tamaki.
"Real talk, Suneater, what year were you rejected by Y/N?"
"Nooo."
"Wow, that shit hurts."
"Wh-wh— they were my first crush."
"First crush."
"Wow."
"That was 2022, right Y/N?"
You shot you brows up and down to affirm what he said.
"So, it's been twelve years."
"If you two ended up together, your kids would've been teens by now."
"But I didn't turn you down." You put a hand on your hip and stared Tamaki in the eyes.
The studio was suddenly filled with cheers and howling.
"You didn't turn him down but you told him to just stop?"
"No, um— he suddenly stopped sending me coffee." You laughed as you see Tamaki face the wall.
"Ah, so you ghosted them, Suneater."
"Omg, the coffees you posted before was from him?"
"Is he the inspiration for your song eclipse?"
"I'm just teasing you, Maji. You were actually sweet and romantic back then."
"When he stopped sending you coffee, were you sad?"
"Yeah, I was." You fixed up your dress, somehow the mood has changed and the lightheartedness has transitioned into something else.
"So he had a chance???"
Someone in the crowd cooed at the question. You barely notice how much you're fidgeting with your blouse now, you can't help but laugh at reflex at the absurdity of the question.
"Hold up, I'm already married! But it's been so long so it's okay, and I guess at that time, I had butterflies in my tummy 'cause of Maji so yes."
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AN: why are we here just to read this—
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pov: how you met Aizawa as Eri's teacher
tags: @vtte [AN: who's up for Aizawa tags?]
You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours
- Arctic Monkeys
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Padma Musutafu Center
June 24, 2022 at 6:41 pm
The familiar tone that resembled like a bell from your phone notified you with the incoming message. You rub a hand on the back of your neck, popping the stiffness away.
You open your phone and sure enough you read a request.
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You replied with,
"Hello, sir. We could do the Diagnostic testing on Monday. Please confirm if you are okay on Monday, June 27 at 11am. If yes, please message your child's name, age grade, and subject you want him or her assessed."
"Eri with kanji: break & logic. 6 yrs old. 1st grade. Reading."
"Last name?"
"... Aizawa."
You schedule the appointment and forwarded it to Mr. Aizawa.
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"See you on Monday in our center, sir. Please don't forget to come on time and to bring a pair of socks for you and Eri to wear."
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You tie your into a halfup ponytail just as a kid was ushered in the classroom. She had bluish, off-white hair, messy and unkempt, which parted in the middle of her forehead. The little girl sat down and you began the diagnostic testing.
From the start, you had a struggle because Eri didn't know how to write her own name as well as how to read the time. She was also very shy and a bit fearful, widened eyes at your every movement.
You patiently  give her your instructions and by the time the test was over she got  15 out of 70 in reading. It was alarming. You slide over some wooden number blocks to Eri.
"Hey, will you help me with this? Teacher needs the number to be in order starting from one up to a hundred. Will you help me?"
The girl nods at you and you walk over to the parent, the father you assumed, who wore a black suit and his hair well-groomed, held back in a low bun at the base of his neck. You took little time to admire him and got down to work. He was sitting by the parent observation table the teachers placed at the back of the classroom.
"Mr. Aizawa?" You queried.
He looks up in attention. You sit down infront of him and slide Eri's test paper on the table for him to see. "This is Eri's results for Reading. You said she's an incoming 1st grader?"
"Yes." He nods gravely. "She is."
"We give 10 minutes for diagnostic tests and in that window, 14 of her answers are correct which is good. However, it does take her over a minute to recognize each kanji."
"I'm sorry for that." He bows his head to you.
You wave your hands to stop him. "No need for that, Mr. Aizawa. With the diagnosis, Eri would have to start at the very foundation." You rest your hands on top of Eri's test paper. "But I would like cooperation with you, Mr. Aizawa. If you decided to enroll Eri here in Padma, I need us to be in a partnership. I need you to guide her well at home."
Partnership. The word has been said to countless parents since you started teaching but this time, the word made you strangely shy for no reason.
His eyes crinkles as he smiled. "I'm a teacher as well. I am confident."
You flushed. "I see. So you probably know about the whole spiel."
He shook his head kindly. "I teach high schoolers. Grade schoolers are another level. Please educate me."
"..." Surely not.
He quirks a brow. Almost imperceptible.
You cleared your throat. "So, tutoring here will only have twice a week meeting but homework is everyday." You struggle to keep the eye contact so you look away for a second and then resumed. "We're going to build Eri's habit of doing homework everyday, let her choose a specific time to do it and try to maintain that schedule. I swear she will carry the habit as she grows up."
"I see." He sighs dejectedly. "We're really worried about her education since she... started late."
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Aizawa!" You try to reassure him with a smile. "There are many cases like Eri and give her a few months, I'm sure she'll catch up." You stare into his eyes fighting the urge to look away. Eye contact. Be polite. "I also need you to understand that Eri's progress isn't instant so as much as possible, we'd like for you to commit Eri here for at least a year, before we let her go." And then, you added. "Though, alot of Padma students kept going even after a year."
Aizawa thumbs the Eri's test paper thoughtfully. His eyes flickers back to you. "You don't need to worry about that. I'm fully committed."
You look away for the umpteenth time and then wrenched your gaze back to him. "If you want to enroll right now, we can provide you the enrollment papers and have her start her first day."
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"Would you like to observe for the 2nd day?" You peered through the door as you glanced upon Eri's dad.
"Is it a bother?"
You shook your head. "Not at all. This is the last time though. We need Eri to find her independence from you so she could be confident." Walking to Eri's table, you eyed Aizawa making his way to the same table he took the other day. You noted he was wearing matching socks with Eri with neko embroidery. Adorable.
He smiles and waves his hand, and you watch Eri's reaction to which she glumly waved back.
"Eri, we're going to practice your strokes okay?" You point a finger to the exercise book. "Follow the strokes for each word." The little girl gripped her pencil too hard and you tap her softly. "Hold it gently, Eri. There you go."
You heard a shutter sound and looked up to Aizawa, holding his phone up. "I'm sorry."
You shook your head. Parents would sneakily take pictures all the time. You resumed the instructions for Eri. "This time, there's no more guide for the strokes but you still remember how to do them right? You're very smart." The kid beamed at you, reminding you of reasons why you love being a teacher.
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You slide Eri's first quiz result. "Perfect. She's a fast learner."
"Time to celebrate?" Aizawa scooped Eri in his arms and then reached out for her quiz paper. He reads over your little note for Eri, and his lips quirked into a smile.
You were about to head inside the classroom once more when Eri grabbed your arm to stop you and then whispered to her dad.
He slowly nods and your heart started pounding hard.
"Would you like to have some afternoon snacks with us? Eri and I will wait for you."
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AN: jddnxindjxnxon i hate migraines. y'all getting to comfy with my absence, how dare you. not my best but who cares, I'll give y'all terrible povs.
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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Once you see this, say 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send it to 10 of your favorite followers♡ ♥ (don't do it if you don't wanna , but you are amazing ♡ ♥)
5 things I like about myself:
1) My brows.
2) I like my ability to imagine scenarios whenever I'm spaced out.
3) I like my ability to write brief design statements.
4) I like my autocad skills and speed.
5) I like my piano skills even though I didn't have formal education. (idk it makes me happy)
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POV: trading haiku poems with Shoto Todoroki (author trying to hurt you prequel)
warning: tea-centric, angst, depression, haiku-centric
AN: I posted this before, I deleted and posting this again. I shouldn't ever delete this again bcoz one of the convos is inspired by a rly good and happy memory.
tags: @vtte @happilyheavenproductions @bootyholelicker @thefirstimagifabricator @simp-for-bnha-boys @valiixiia @iichiberry @akumicchi @kitsukami4
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Being a part of Dekusquad is the best. (Bakusquad begs to differ, though.) Your friends were wonderful and you couldn't help but be sensitive to their moods, you couldn't help but look out for them. These days, Todoroki has been weighing in your mind; you couldn't shake the feeling that there's something going on with him despite his chill personality. Pun intended. Truthfully, you would have never gotten close to Todoroki without the King Room contest; when everyone dropped by to see his room, it was physically painful for you to leave without treading upon the tatami floors. You took a shot asking to have tea with him, offering to perform the ceremony even, despite being the guest. He agreed to it and ever since then, you two would honor the 'way of tea'.
"The taste of raindrops
are clear; things grow beautiful
heaven asks why kneel?"
Your voice echoed sonorously in his room.
"An old silent pond
A frog jumps into the pond—
Splash! Silence again."
He offers back a haiku.
You frowned at the choice of poem. "Matsuo Bashō?"
"Correct." He leisurely took a sip from his cup.
Your tea ceremonies with him were informal but you couldn't forego the haikus. It felt good that someone shared your appreciation for teas. However, the haiku he offered back nagged at you. Todoroki had always seemed so pessimistic like that time he called himself 'The Hand crusher', Deku and Iida found it funny but for you, it seemed like Todoroki actually blames himself.
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Shotō closed his eyes and sniffed the matcha in his cup; he had the strangest sense of déjà vu, just a little. The cozy scent of tea, the sound of rain and... you. The atmosphere here in his dorm is vastly different from the mansion he calls home. There was a certain quality to it. This ambiance.
"May I speak my mind, Todo-kun?" You ask him, setting down your teacup with a soft tap.
He nodded.
"I am very flattered that you're this relaxed during ochadō (way of tea). I always get the impression that you feel like everyone's out to get you. You're very tense except now." You stated.
"I suppose." Then, he added. "I'm a bit better now."
You smiled at him, not wanting to prod too much to come off as nosy. "I'm always available for tea."
I'm here to listen.
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"Stumbling upon someone with whom you can just be with. That’s something very precious to me."
Your head snapped to him in alertness. This was out of the blue. Tea always had a way of making Todoroki talk. You secretly call this side of Todoroki, "Toki." From the word talk. Also it's funny since Toki means 'that time when.' That time when Toki talks. Toki toki talks. Pfft.
You giggled. He tilts his head in confusion.
"Nothing, it's just that if I didn't know any better, I would assume you meant me." You covered your mouth as you laughed. "You're talking about Deku and Gale, aren't you?"
He let out a small hmm. "Frankly, I have been hoping Iida and Gale would get together."
"Oh, yeah?"
"They had that race. Her wind quirk vs his engine quirk."
"I remember, but if we're talking about ships, Deku and Gale are the only ones who go by their nicknames in their daily basis."
His brow furrowed. Is he... pouting? "That doesn't make sense, that's not enough to... as you said 'ship' them."
"Ah, but Deku and Gale are quite cute together." You say, teasing him. This was unexpected. He seemed invested with his own ship.
"So would Iida and Gale." Did he just click his tongue at you?
"Let's have a wager then."
"A wager?"
"Deku and Gale will go out with each other by next year."
With a serious face, he utters. "Iida and Gale will end up marrying each other."
"If I'm right, you owe me gyokuro. Luxury tea is my weakness."
"When I'm right in the future, you owe me a favor."
They took a sip out of their cups simultaneously.
"By the way, you okay?" You ask him because sometimes his anxiety attacks gets the better of him.
He gives you a smile. It caught you off guard. This wasn't the first time you have witnessed his smile. Maybe it's the fact that you're sole recipient of his smile this time.
"Better now."
Did Todoroki just made your heart go doki? Nahhh.
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He watches your face carefully, trying to memorize every little thing, even attempting to count your eyelashes. You don't notice his attention on you, pressing warm towel on his right side of the face.
"I... hate myself."
You froze. Pun not intented.
"If I didn't exist then maybe-" He started shaking, his breath shortened.
You couldn't help but hug him, climbing onto the hospital bed.
"Maybe my mom didn't have to suffer." His voice cracked. "If only I didn't exist-"
"No, don't talk about yourself like that."
He couldn't stop; he had to get it out; he had to be heard because the loudest voice in their household was his dad. Every one of them cowered in a single corner, whimpering, crying and heart breaking.
"If I didn't exist then my brother Touya wouldn't have felt like he was such a failure. A failed experiment. If only I-"
You hug him tighter, trying to anchor him in this very moment. Don't let him lose himself, Kami. If there are gods out there, please, please, don't let him lose himself, please stop this boy from hurting.
"I hated my father. I hate how he did all of this, he tore our family apart. But I can't hate him for trying to be better."
Tears ran down your cheeks as you pressed your skin harder, if you could take all of this hurt, if you could make everything better for him, if you could just absorb everything he felt right now, you would. You would.
"I just hate myself more than ever. Ihatemyselfihatemyselfihatemyselfihatemyselfihatemyself- why do I even exist?"
You don't have an answer to that. To say anything would just be arrogance. So you held him til morning, rocking his body to sleep.
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Your heart was at your throat.
"Shōto." You call his name out calmly, not moving from your spot in case he suddenly jumps.
A frog jumps into the pond--
Please don't jump.
He was standing on the edge of his hospital room's balcony. He looked at you stoically and says your name in greeting.
"I have an answer now. To your question."
He waits.
Why he exists.
"To be a hero. To be your family's hero." You say.
Heaven asks why kneel?
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One afternoon, when you visited Todoroki, you let him use your lap as a pillow as you carved bunny apples for him. You were talking about relationships as to your wager coming true. Deku and Gale started dating. Most were surprised because most of them knew about Ochako's crush on Deku.
"I feel like relationships aren't something I would consciously get into." He says.
You tilt your head thoughtfully.
"To me, it's more like there would be someone in my life, and we just naturally gravitate towards each other."
You place the bunny apples at the side table and listened quietly.
"Not because we like each other or any intention but because when we are together, things go better for us. Like we'd both be quietly thinking, 'hey, this works!'"
You hummed.
"We'd just fit each other. And sometimes circumstances would separate us and I think that's okay. I don't mean to sound weird or lame, but I feel it's more magical that way."
"What way?" You ask, absentmindedly playing with his hair.
"When love is discovered, not decided upon."
Fudge.
That was beautiful.
You don't think you can find any other thoughts that is more beautiful than that of his.
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That discovery happens when Shoto lets you touch his scar as he recounts the incident that caused it. When he was done, he holds the hand that caresses his scar as if that part wasn't something hideous, but instead something beautiful. He kisses the inside of the wrist quickly. Ears burning. Face stoic.
"When love discovered,
and not decided upon—
fleeting kiss on skin."
-Todoroki Shōto, When Love Discovered
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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nosy and boredom hours. can u guys rb in the tags the name of your first crush
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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the world didn't end and I woke up thinking of a game plan:
a) Take special classes. PRO: able to graduate by next year. CON: pricier and still have to convince Program Head and Dean to allow it.
b) Take my case to the president and hope for a special circumstance and be allowed to take them. PRO: if it works, i graduate by next year. CON: be vulnerable to a person who might not be able to help me.
c) Take a break this sem. Just do my part time and write lots as well as join a contest to build my portfolio. PRO: get my mental health reset. CON: break the news to parents and brand myself as disappointment.
d) Take a break this sem. Find a legit sugar daddy. PRO: free things and meals. CON: power imbalance in the dynamic.
this is going to be unnecessary and annoying. . . and no one really cares: I failed THREE subjects. Thesis writing, Furniture Design 3, and Interior Construction Detailing.
I really feel like I'm a freaking failure and it's the end of the world for me lol. And God do I wanna just disappear.
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fablesofkitkat · 2 years
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this is going to be unnecessary and annoying. . . and no one really cares: I failed THREE subjects. Thesis writing, Furniture Design 3, and Interior Construction Detailing.
I really feel like I'm a freaking failure and it's the end of the world for me lol. And God do I wanna just disappear.
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