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"If you think about it, there is no way Cartman can come up with anything that bad guys." Walking in the light fall of snow, your nose chilled from the cold air that seeped around your hood. Your hands were nestled deep in to your jean's pockets, chunks of snow pushing up onto your shoes from your dragging feet. "There's just no way he could be that demented…right?" You have to admit, you were a little more than nervous. You knew when you took that bet with the fat ass he was going to pull some kind of stunt like this. Well you couldn't be farther away from the truth. The game of Mario Cart he had challenged you to was rigged. He

Groot smiled softly down at you, watching as you made a little present for him. Noticing that he was, again, breaking the rule you set, you patted the behemoth on the arm from where you sat. You were on Groot's lap currently, one leg placed on either side of his own. To anyone else the scene would have been rather suggestive, but the two of you were merely showing to whom your affections were for. "Groot, I told you. No peeking." You giggled, reaching up to close his eyes. He smiled a bit wider. You continued to weave the thing in your hands, making sure it was nice and tight before giving it to your lover. It was a regular Saturday mornin

“Thank you again for allowing me to sleep over while my parents are away on business, Hinata-san.” [Name] bowed deeply to the older female of the house, receiving a kind smile and a pat on the head in return. The older woman bid the two teenagers in the living room a good night, instructing them both to change into their nightwear soon so they could go to bed and rest up for the next day. Receiving reluctant nods and muffled groans, the older woman turned on her heel and ushered her youngest child towards her own room so that she may be put to bed. “[Name]-chan, let’s watch a movie together,” Hinata piped up on

Humming quietly to herself, [Name] happily nibbled on a piece of meat she had retrieved from her bento, wooden chopsticks idly hanging from her lips. She had some of her school textbooks open and sitting face up on the large desk she was seated at, the bright lights of the empty library illuminating the fine print and making it easier to read. Reaching forward with her chopsticks in hand, the young first year snagged yet another piece of meat from her bento. She gave a questioning look to her project partner, gesturing towards the meal with her expression. "Yamaguchi-kun, did you want to try some of my lunch?" Her question was innocent enou

Asahi frowned, the feeling of his hair brushing up against his chin finally starting to bother him. He brushed the long strands out if his face, tucking several pieces behind his ear in a vain attempt to get it out of his way. When the strands promptly fell back into place, blocking Asahi's view, he could only sigh in defeat. Ever since his hair tie had decided to snap, the tall third year had been messing with his brown locks, trying to get them to stay put. With his hair out of its usual bun and in his face, he was having such a hard time doing anything. "Asahi-kun, do you want one?" Asahi turned his attention towards his classmate, [Name

Kuroo clicked his tongue, eyes following the volleyball as it ricocheted off the polished floor before flying out the gym door. He glanced over at his teammates, watching as the rest of them also watched the ball escape from them, their eyes locking in on its position, but their feet staying glued to the floor. A complete thirty seconds passed without anyone volunteering to run after the ball. Sighing to himself, he took the first step towards the exit, telling his team that he would retrieve the runaway sport equipment while they continued practicing. Making his way out the door, his eyes scanned the surrounding area in search for the volley

Letting out a shuddering breath, Sawamura tried his best to keep his attention on his gym teacher’s instructions. The booming of his voice echoed throughout the class gym as the older male instructed the ensemble of teenagers through their final stretches. Sawamura could feel the muscles in his right leg protest in slight pain at the exercises, the tissue fatigued from the strenuous activity that had occurred during class that day. He let out a barely audible grunt as he went into a lunge position, stretching out the muscles in his left leg now. “What’s the matter Daichi?” His classmate, [Name], fixed him with her usu

The gym was uncharacteristically silent, all eyes of the people present focused on a certain silver haired setter. Sugawara was biting the inside of his cheek, trying hard not to cuss or cry as he ignored the stares directed at him. Instead, he focused on his leg and the dull ache that was starting to sear his senses more and more as the seconds passed by. He had been practicing with his teammates on the court when Tanaka—who was on the opposite side of the net—decided to try for a spike. Something had gone awry and the volleyball flew in the wrong direction, hitting Sugawara with full force just above his knee. A few inches highe

A quiet slurping sound elicited from a young, female teenagers mouth, her tongue darting out to lap at the liquid that threatened to drip onto her delicate hands. Her lips, which had gone numb due to the constant sucking, wrapped themselves around her treat before receding with a pop. She hummed a bit in bliss, the sound reverberating in her throat as she smiled up at her companion. “Thank you for buying me a popsicle,” [Name] chirped happily, her tongue once again running along the length of her frozen treat. It was melting rather quickly under the heat of the summer sun. Her companion, Karasuno’s very own Guardian Deity,

“Tsukki, why don’t you help [Name]-chan out?” Said blonde male gave his freckled companion a blank look, his eyes flicking back and forth between him and said female. The pair watched as she tried to reach for a library book on one of the top shelves, her arms outstretched far above her head in a vain attempt to snatch the piece of literature she needed. She was cursing quietly to herself, her fingertips barely brushing up against the book’s cover. After a while, she decided to try hopping in place in another attempt to retrieve the book. It was obvious to the two of them that she would never reach it like that. R