whytem028

It was almost April Fools’ Day, Y/n’s favorite day of the year. Ah, all the pranks she would play on her dearest friends and family! Of course, they always knew they were going to be pranked… so it wasn’t as fun to antagonize the same people. She was debating giving up entirely, honestly. She wanted a challenge, but she was almost a hundred percent that there wasn’t anyone she hadn’t pranked. Y/n let out a sigh of disheartenment before plopping into her seat, awaiting the teacher’s arrival. “-So, you’re staying in the gym this weekend? Like a sleepover?” A classmate asked Nishinoya

The room was covered in a thin layer of dust, months of not being used evident in the way all the objects seemed to have a grayish color to them. It smelled of must and mildew, something that tickled the nose and tempted it to sneeze, but doing so would only disturb the collection of filth, spreading it through the air. Light filtered in through the small window high on the wall, the beam of light that passed through a bit faded from the grime that had settled onto the glass. Through that beam, small flecks of floating particles could be seen dancing along with what little wind blew through the open door. Nishinoya wrinkled his nose, fightin

    "Kiyoko!"    "Goddess! You are looking as beautiful as ever!"    "You cold gaze is fuel for my empty heart!"    Tanaka and Nishinoya's voices boomed loudly from inside the gym. It was amazing how clear their voices were even when you were just standing outside, waiting for the right moment to enter. Usually this display of affection from the two seniors didn't bother you as much. To be honest you'd find it even weirder if a day had rolled by without their usual high pitched praises for the bespectacled beauty of the Karasuno Volleyball Club, which was of course none other than Kyoko Shimuzu. She was your sister as a matter of fact, whi

Author's Note: PROFANITIES, PROFANITIES EVERYWHERE. I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT. Hair The first time you touched Kuroo Tetsurou’s hair was during a rainy day. It poured like tomorrow wouldn't come, blustering. In fact, you could barely make out the school gate from the entranceway. Fortunately, you didn't seem to be the only one who forgot their umbrella. A guy you recognized as someone from the class next to yours was standing under the last bit of shelter the school provided, just staring blankly at the rain. You made your way next to him, doing the exact same thing. It wasn't like you could do anything else, really. He greeted yo