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There's a certain sweetness to silence. The room you situated yourself in wasn't entirely quiet. Izaya was humming, fingers hitting his keyboard at an inhumane speed; a grin spread on his pale face. You can't help but stare in awe. For all the times you question his self proclaimed godlike status, you wonder if there's merit to his words. Despite the devilish actions he was partaking in, he had such a childlike enthusiasm to everything. The clock ticked on, minutes passing like the blink of an eye. You eventually look away, realizing you had stared at Izaya for an embarrassingly long time. 'As long as he didn't notice.' you silently plead.

The moment you get home, you're certain that you'll collapse. With haste, you make your way to your bedroom. It wasn't difficult to navigate your one small apartment, even with all the clothes strewn about. You haphazardly stumble into your room, before plopping onto your bed. The mattress creaks beneath your weight, causing you to wince. Cheap material gives cheap results. A relieved sigh leaves your lips as your eyes shut tightly. A long day at campus, jotting down notes, listening to Professors speak, dealing with annoying classmates... the list goes on. Despite this, you're grateful to be receiving an education. You notice your phone b

All of time seems to stop when you hear a crackling noise behind you. Taking in a deep breath, you shake your head, hoping to ignore it. It was nothing, you're sure of it. Many things could make a noise like that. Rabbits, squirrels, blood thirsty monsters that want to feast upon your flesh-- Another creak. Licking your lips, you focus on steadying your shaky breathing. You walk this path home every night, and you've never run into danger beforehand. 'I'll be fine. In just a few minutes, I'll be sitting on my bed, watching Sailor Moon while wearing pajamas. Nothing can take that from me.' You speed up your pace, walking along the vacant ro

Love was never considered. Even through the most difficult of times, if love managed to bloom, it wouldn't matter. That is, if you were among the nobles. Ciel himself had a fiancée since as early as he can remember, and why should you be any different? How did he manage to allow fate to intertwine the two of you together? From the smiles, genuine laughter, and jovial atmosphere you carried - he couldn't help but feel the light itself was something he needed. He needed someone who would listen, and someone who knew when to talk. All of this, you had managed. Ciel wasn't sure why he was surprised. As a noble yourself, it was hidden in

Every passing day led towards a moment you were dreading. It was marked on your calendar in a classic red, the date looming over you. It took a lot of preparation, but you were finally about to accept what was to come. When the designated date came, you resigned yourself to slump out of bed, and get ready. You kept repeating in your mind that what was to come was inevitable, and it would be selfish of you to try and change it. Upon arriving near the bay, you overlook the water. Ferries travelled across as far as the eye could see, causing a caged-like feeling to overcome you. There was nothing you could do. Or, if you did do something, it w

"Hey, Kenma, did you know cats are proven to lower blood pressure?" "I don't have a cat, though." You perk up, eyeing him warily. He gave you a response, that's an improvement! Kenma looks up from his console for only a moment, his face unreadable. Smiling, you feel a sense of accomplishment. Whenever you tried to talk to him before now, he only responded in grunts, and one ward responses. The  hope you have that he'll finally pay attention to you diminishes when he returns to playing his game. 'A cruel fate.' A pout replacing your previous smile, you dramatically collapse onto his couch. He doesn't seem to mind. "I can't believe you've

There's a certain sweetness to silence. The room you situated yourself in wasn't entirely quiet. Izaya was humming, fingers hitting his keyboard at an inhumane speed; a grin spread on his pale face. You can't help but stare in awe. For all the times you question his self proclaimed godlike status, you wonder if there's merit to his words. Despite the devilish actions he was partaking in, he had such a childlike enthusiasm to everything. The clock ticked on, minutes passing like the blink of an eye. You eventually look away, realizing you had stared at Izaya for an embarrassingly long time. 'As long as he didn't notice.' you silently plead.

Thoughts were abundant in your mind today. None of them positive in the least, all being led back to your fear of failure. This time, failure wouldn't lead to juvenile consequences - it would be your tombstone. You knew that already, of course; it wasn't a hidden possibility. That doesn't mean you never question your past decisions. "Hey, Makishima." you call over to the silver-haired male, who as per usual, had his nose buried in a book. He places it down, and sends you an inquiring look. "Yes?" "Do you think we're both going to die?" How he doesn't appear surprised at your question makes your unease worsen. Makishima thinks over it for

"Takumi!" The moment he hears your voice, the muscles in his body stiffen. His mind is blank, the task he was currently attending to long forgotten. Takumi blinks, awakening from his brief stupor. With the threat of your footsteps approaching, he doesn't waste another second, before he breaks out into a sprint in the opposite direction. You reach out towards him, body aching. Finally, you come to a stop, hands resting on your thighs. Focusing on Takumi's retreating figure, you're stuck between feeling aggravation and despair. Your chest continues to heave, lungs desperate the air it so desperately needs. "Dammit!" you exclaim, uncaring if

"Saeyoung." Once again, you call his name softly. The sleeping figure mumbles incoherently, his breathing growing more intense. Knitting your eyebrows together, you begin to shake him gently. That seems to do the trick, as this time, he wakes up. He's panting, sweat glistening his skin, and gnawing on his lip violently. As if working on instinct alone, he reaches out blindly. Only when his hand reaches your shoulder does he relax his muscles, exhaling. "I woke you up, didn't I?" he murmurs. You shake your head, a tired smile on your face. In the dark, you squint, managing to see his ruffled red hair. You raise a hand and start combing thr

"Rin! Wait a second, you're walking to fast!" You bend over, placing your hands on your knees in an attempt to steady yourself. Your ginger companion glances over at you, not slowing down for a second. Hanayo has mercy on your soul, and stops walking. "Kayo-chin," Rin whispers with urgency, also coming to a halt. "I'm ignoring [First] for now." "Eh? Why?" Hanayo inquires, shooting you a merciful glance. Despite knowing each other for so long, Hanayo has never seen you both get into a serious fight. Rin narrows her eyes, and starts walking away. "Because, pork flavored ramen is much better than chicken!" she exclaims, purposefully projecti

If people in the movies could do it, why couldn't you? While you were stressing yourself out, you answer your own question. Technically, you weren't in a movie. You were only yourself. In reality. And reality didn't have any deus ex machina to help you out. So, you were subjected to do things the hard way. Maybe if you study him just for a bit longer? Though, at this point, you almost felt like his stalker. You keep a watchful gaze over swim practices - although, you never reveal yourself - so you knew a thing or two about this person. More than that, actually. You knew way too much, considering your only person-to-person interaction with h

It was already hard to deal with Ayato on a regular basis. But now, with 103 bones broken, it was a nightmare. Honestly, all you wanted to do was help him; but his pride prevented that. It was almost pitiful watching him do anything. Getting the remote, getting in the shower, or even just attempting to leave the bed. He would waddle around, hissing in pain. Mixed in with all of that would be a long string of curses. Even with ghoul's great regenerative ability, it would still take awhile of 103 bones to heal. You were just grateful that he was alive. Even if he was incredibly grumpy all the time. "Dammit." Ayato curses. You watch as Ayato

When the murmurs whisked past your ear that the Commander had gone missing, you were the first to say it wasn't true. It was a ludicrous thought - the fifteenth Commander wasn't one to vanish from his place. He held too many morals, responsibility being one of them. You snapped at the unfaithful soldiers, saying that spreading false rumors around wouldn't help. Words seemed to melt like snowflakes though, so you decided to give them extra chores to keep the lesson fresh in their mind. "But Squad Leader," A brunette soldier reasoned, "no one's seen him for days! He hasn't left his office, in fact, we don't even know if he is in the office! He