Category: Fanfic

Confession There was a split second between the moment when Saruhiko tugged him in and the instant their lips met, and in that split second, Yata was pretty sure he didn’t believe it was really going to happen. It was still kind of sinking in that Mikoto was probably going out with Munakata – seriously,…

Summer Love “The north beach is open for swimming today,” was Totsuka’s greeting in the Homra bar on the first Sunday of the summer break. His smile was bright, and his tone was cheerful. “Let’s all go together!” The beach… Yata raised his head from where he’d slouched against the bar, lazy and slow in…

The Game On the second Friday of the semester, Fushimi’s course in graphics programming assigned a term project. Well, it was predictable. He frowned at the information sheet he’d brought up again on his laptop, leaning back against the chair in the dorm and feeling vaguely irritated that it seemed to have caught him off-guard.…

Jealousy When Yata woke up to his phone’s alarm on Monday morning, it felt like an ordinary day. There wasn’t anything different about pushing himself reluctantly out of bed or moving to get ready for his lessons. The room hadn’t changed. He hadn’t changed. And the sound of restless shifting from above him hadn’t changed.…

Sick and Tired There was a headache pounding at the inside of Fushimi’s skull. It had been building since around lunchtime, but he’d mostly ignored it through his afternoon classes. Before coming to work, he’d taken two painkillers with some water, but it actually felt like it was getting worse now, as he struggled through…

Communication Breakdown Yata stretched his arms out across the counter beside his till, resting his chin between them. “Is it always this dead around here?” “Just sometimes.” Totsuka smiled brightly at him from the second till, bent over with his elbow braced on his own counter and his chin resting on his upturned hand. “You’ve…

Connections The first day of class after break was, as far as Fushimi’s experience had proven, largely a waste of time. Really, if attendance wasn’t a mark that could be used to drop someone from a class, he wouldn’t have bothered going. As it was, he’d spent about half of the time his three lectures…

With Friends Like These “First day back…” Bandou sank down onto the grass with a sigh. “It’s both good and bad, you know?” Yata lowered his chopsticks, frowning in return. “What kind of attitude is that? Training under Mikoto-san doesn’t have anything bad about it!” “Says the newbie first-year,” Dewa added, raising an eyebrow when…

The Roommate It was hard to say if the light streaming into the campus security’s base of operations – which was really just one of the regular club houses, and calling it a base was idiotic – was fuelling Fushimi’s insistent headache, or if it was Awashima Seri’s disgustingly crisp voice as she reported on…

The Party College parties, Yata decided, were not nearly as awesome as he’d been led to believe. Of course, he’d probably feel differently if his friends weren’t acting like jerks. Can’t believe they all ditched me. He swallowed a mouthful of the beer he’d snagged from the fridge – another thing that wasn’t nearly as…