Envy | One sided!Nitori x reader / Rin x reader by sweetcleric, literature
Literature
Envy | One sided!Nitori x reader / Rin x reader
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).
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I'll Be Here - Misaki Yata x Reader by MamaMarzipan, literature
Literature
I'll Be Here - Misaki Yata x Reader
There wasn’t really anything more unpleasant than instances where the weather abstained from reflecting the inner turmoil of your heart - nothing you could be bothered to think up, at least. Because it was satisfying, in a cumbersome way, when the sky was dark, dreary and rumbling with the onset of rain. The aroma, the sound, and the sight all built an ambience that drove home the feeling that yes, it really was all right to be upset; to be mad and devastated and disgusted. Maybe that’s why you kept a stiff upper lip, because you knew that stormy weather was nowhere to be seen. And when it was absent in such circumstances, it was
Learning the Ins and Outs - Misaki Yata x Reader by MamaMarzipan, literature
Literature
Learning the Ins and Outs - Misaki Yata x Reader
It wasn’t a regular occurrence for Yata to restrict himself to the half-pipes and railings of the local skate park. He found that the impromptu trips out and about the city were more to his liking. The way he was incapable of predicting the exact tricks he needed to whip up to avoid disaster; it was a lot more challenging and enjoyable when he was dodging pedestrians while traversing the urban landscape. The skate park, on the other hand, was old. Predictable. Boring. Yata knew it like the back of his hand, so to speak. He had visited it enough when he initially began skateboarding. Of course, there were many more than just one measly s