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Cuddling - Natsuki Shinomiya x Reader
Natsuki knocked on the girl's dorm room door, but was only greeted with silence.
"Ehh? _____-chan, are you there?"
He asked and knocked again. Once again, silence.
The tall glasses bearing blonde gently placed his hand on the door handle and turned.
The door was unlocked.
He slowly opened the door and peaked inside the room and saw _____ curled up on her bed.
She was cuddling a pillow and the blanket had been kicked to the floor, various stuffed animals strewn all over the floor and bed.
The Piyo-chan lover smiled and silently climbed into the girl's bed, picking up the blanket on his way
over to her bed and covered the both of them.
And on reflex _____ naturally cuddled herself to the warmest thing, Natsuki.
Ahhh, cuddling sure is nice, especially if you're cuddling something cute.
15. Argue - Makoto Tachibana x Reader
“Achoo!” you let out a sneeze. You were standing in the rain, crying. Your best friend Makoto has been missing for a few days now. He would always text you at night before you went to bed, but tonight and the past few nights he hadn’t. You and his close friends were worried sick. You didn’t care that you were soaked to the bone, all you did was sit out in the rain waiting for the long awaited text.
~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Waking up for school wasn’t easy to do that morning considering you only had about three hours of sleep. The day dragged on slowly as you went from class to class. The end of the day came sooner than expected, but you almost didn’t have the heart to go to the swimming club. You had to go to see everyone else, you had to know if they knew anything about his whereabouts.
You made your way to the club only to be tackled into a sobbing hug by none other than Nagisa.
“_____, it’s horrible! You have to see what we fo
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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