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Right (Akabane Karma x Reader)
“How dare you bump into me, you worthless piece of trash!”
“I-I’m sorry” you repeated, stepping back, “I-I just…”
“Do you even know who you’re talking to?!”
You lowered your head. You knew. You had bumped into the top student of the third-years at Kunugigaoka Junior High School. Well, to be more precise, he had bumped into you. But of course, you, as a student of the degraded Class E, had no right to argue.
“I’m sorr—” you broke off as the boy grabbed you by the collar of your uniform, dragging you towards him.
“Sorry won’t cut it!” he snarled, looking over you, “it’s such a shame you’re so stupid. Your looks aren’t half bad. You’re probably better than any of the dull girls here. Why don’t you make it up to me?”
“Ah, n-no!” you grabbed at his wrist, aware of what he was implying, and tried to wrench his hand away, “let
I'll Be Your Traitor (Tsukasa Eishi x Reader)
You had been waiting for quite a while now. But no matter. You had arrived much too early anyway.
You looked back at the building you were standing in front of. This was where all the Shokugekis had taken place. At least, before Nakiri Azami had taken over.
Totsuki. The misery that had befallen it made it almost unrecognizable from the school you had entered with pride two years ago.
“Yo.”
You turned to face the owner of the familiar voice.
He stood a few feet away from you, his white hair blowing elegantly in the breeze. His red tie was casually thrown over his shoulder as usual, and his hands rested in his pockets.
“Tsukasa Eishi.”
“Why the sudden formality?” Tsukasa asked cooly.
“Well, your views vary greatly from mine” you responded, “I didn’t think that you of Central would approve of my calling you in such a casual manner.”
“There’s no need to be so cruel, (Name)” Tsukasa said, “my being a m
Delinquent (Dabi x Reader)
Highschool!AU
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You closed your locker with a sigh and turned around, only to be met by the tall, lanky figure before you. You stared up for a moment at the handsome face, messy black hair, dark scars, and turquoise-colored eyes that gazed into yours.
“Dabi?” you asked, recognizing him immediately.
“Sup?” he greeted you, ruffling your hair.
“What’re you doing here?” you asked in adoration.
“I skipped class.”
“Geez” you huffed, “you know you can’t miss another class. You’ll get detention again.”
“Like I care” Dabi said boredly, leaning back against the lockers, “it’s not like I learn anything anyway. I’d rather see you than words and numbers.”
You blushed, turning away from him as you clutched your books tightly to your chest.
“W-well, I have to go back to class. I’ll see you later.”
You began to w