MikuTrisha

You were moved to Class 3-E two months ago. Ever since the day it was announced, you were looked down on by your other classmates, and even some of your friends. You knew pretty much nobody in Class 3-E, which you soon learned was the "End Class." But, one particular blue-headed boy, Nagisa Shiota, felt just as you. You two began talking, and talking, to where he thought of you as a best friend. But you were clueless to what he really thought about you. "Hey, [Name]-chan," he said, walking over to your desk after the class was dismissed. "Do you wanna walk home together?" You nodded, smiling. "Sure." Nagisa was a nervous wreck on the wa

((Headcanon: Since Haru has a weird obsession with water , I believe that he also has a keen love for the things that reside in it. I also believe that he has a deep fascination for mermaids which explains his wacko behavior in this here fic)) "Mommy! Mommy! Look at the pretty mermaid!" a little girl practically screeched as she pointed at you frantically over the railing. You put on a smile and waved at her , causing her to shriek in joy and attempt to climb towards you , but her mother quickly grabbed her , reminding her that there was water surrounding you and it was an embarrassment to the family. You chuckled as the mother scolded her

You had been watching him for awhile, whenever the water was warm enough, you knew he'd be there. He was beautiful in the water, the way he could move so easily, without even really thinking about it. You always had the urge to swim with him. He would do all sorts of things in the salty water. Lets just say you were very surprised when you first saw him. You stared at him behing a rather large rock, from time to time, dunking your head to either make sure he didn't see you, or so you could see him travel deeper into the ocean. That was when you saw it...The shark. You had to do something! You couldn't just stay there and watch him get

"Um, Corporal?" Eren asked hesitantly. A grunt from the corporal made him tense. Everyone was pushing him on from the back, too scared to get close to Corporal Levi in his current situation. "I was just wondering why (Y/N) is clinging onto your shirt..." "How the hell should I know?" Levi retorted, his eye twitching with irritation as the childish girl clung onto his shirt with your tiny hands. "LeLe!" you cried, using a nickname you made for him. "I'm hungry." "Eat something then," Levi answered without looking at her. "(Y/N) wants LeLe's pudding," you pouted. "It'll be poisoned." Here's how the situation turned out to be. Just yesterd

- Your thoughts will live forever on in my reminiscence - You haven't always been a strong, independent mage. Many things have happened to get you where you are. You've never told anyone about your past, nor did you plan to. For now, the rest of the Fairy Tail mages should be able to live with just knowing you. This was better for everyone. You never really asked for help from other mages, other than the occasional dual-request with Laxus Dreyar, a childhood friend of yours. You were strong enough to do them alone. Most mages worked in groups or partners but you were probably the one only, other than Gildarts and Erza before she joined Team

Haruka silently watched in irritation as you conversed with the boy in front of you who, apparently, was a close friend from middle school. When this "friend from middle school" interrupted Haruka's date with you, behind his blank facade, held a fierce intent to kill. Although you had been talking to him for a couple of minutes, and the conversation that you were making with the boy in front of you seemed completely normal, Haruka thought otherwise. He didn’t intervene and disturb the conversation that you were engrossed in, and he managed to stay calm and tell himself to wait for a few more minutes, or seconds. But as soon as your f

Zen Wistalia x Reader | Soon to be Princess “Oof!” You say as you trip over your feet and onto the floor. “You’ll get better, don’t worry.” Your ballroom dance instructor tried to reassure you. “Why am I doing this again?” You grumble, painfully walking to the chair close to Kiki, one of Zen’s personal royal aides. For now, she had been ordered by Zen to watch over you. “Because you’re soon going to be married to the second prince, (Y/n).” Kiki said, handing you a glass of water. You grabbed it with a ‘thank you’ and drank quickly. Your name was (Y/n) (Y/l