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Author's Note: *insert typical disclaimer here* Falling When you stepped out from the post-match logorrhea meaning to find a vending machine, you, instead, found an upset Kuroo Tetsuro. Although you assumed that it was normal to be depressed after losing an important game, Kuroo just didn’t seem like he was someone who’d let the loss get to him. Needless to say, this was quite unexpected. He’d placed himself on a quasi-secluded corner next to a vending machine, with his head slumped against the wall. His eyes were tight shut, while his eyebrows were knotted just as tightly. Anxiety had made itself prominent across his fea

The entire debacle started - and if someone pushed you enough to admit it, your crush on him, too - when you were four years old. You really only knew Oikawa Tooru as the daycare’s resident brat. Unlike you, who was a perfectly well-behaved and well-mannered child, he went around causing havoc for the daycare’s caretakers to deal with. Whether he was stealing toys from other kids, making a mess out of anything and everything, or blubbering about how he was being ‘bullied’ (that is, after he made fun of another kid), he was nothing but an utter nuisance, and so for the most part, you steered clear of him. You were litt

| Dear Stalker | Patient! Male! Belarus x Psychiatrist! Reader “Do you… ever get the feeling that you’re being watched? Because if it bothers you, I’ll stop…”    The shifting of papers and files were all you could hear as you began unpacking into your new office. It was your first time on the job as a licensed psychiatrist, and in all honesty, you were a bit nervous.    It was mostly a case of the jitters, however. You’d recently graduated college with a degree in psychiatry, finished the internship, and were now working at a mental health institution called Sutter Medical Center. Today was your

“No. This is impossible.” “What is, _____-san?” You could hear the smug undertone in his words as you buried your face in your hands, racking your brain for any valid answers as to how your Japanese friend had pulled it off. It truly was impossible – at least, that was what you thought – for Kiku to do it. Staring at the intimidating Jenga tower, your eyes focused on the very bottom layer, in which Kiku had somehow managed to take out two of the blocks; the middle block and the block to the right, leaving the tower to balance precariously on the block to the left. You didn’t have a PhD in Physics