KarenTakamiya

// inspired by taylor swift - crazier // how does one person give you butterflies? maybe it is your smile, how they always radiate like sunshine sipping through the windows every morning he enters the classroom. maybe it is the way you laugh, how it always echoes in the back of his mind and makes his heart dance all the time. maybe it's the way you walk, how he finds it adorable the way you take every step. or maybe it's when you hit him in the arm or shoulder after he made a bad joke, but you seem to enjoy it anyways.   every sky was your own kind of blue. how does one person make you stay awake at night? he wondered. oh, honey, you have

lo-fi beats : alone time — purrple cat [link] while sipping a cold beverage from a straw, sakusa attentively watched you munch down a thick subway sandwich. you sat across him, unaware of his gaze. you couldn't care enough about how you look like while eating since you're too busy satisfying the hunger that dwelled in your stomach for the last three hours. it was glorious; the combination of mustard and mayonnaise spreading in your mouth. for a moment, things felt good. sakusa couldn't walk away when he noticed you storming out of a fancy restaurant. he knew it was you, somehow. the anger once carved on your pretty features was quick

a very important note: THIS IS NOT A READER INSERT the conversation's based on a tumblr post that i found in pinterest that i lost the link to The Great Hall is as packed as ever at lunch time. Akaashi Keiji, who just finished his Charms class, arrived quite late because he had a couple of questions he wanted to ask the professor privately. The Ravenclaw table was already flocked and he could barely find any place to sit. He was about to change his mind and go to the Gryffindor table instead, Koutarou would mostly likely be excited to see him. That is, until he noticed Sugawara Koushi – a fellow senior, who is a Hufflepuff – wavi

theme: ... angst .. word count: 1411 Snowflakes descended from the night sky in a gentle way, slowly piling up on the roads and on the bushes by the sidewalk. The winter air is always dry and quite harsh, but somehow pleasant. In a certain street, Oikawa is walking with his head down to avoid snow getting into his eyes, the lower part of his face is covered with his scarf and his hands are in his coat's pockets. His eyes kept on looking at the ground, following the movement of his feet as they make every step. The town is always bright, but it's brighter in December. Holidays have arrived and the town is already filled with lively spirts ra

theme: a bit of fluff word count: 541 The school bell rang, for the last time this week. The happy cheers of my classmates filled the class. The tense atmosphere brought by the serious math teacher gradually melted away. Still, he kept on talking for a few minutes about home works before taking his leave - as if anyone would care. I went down the stairs alone, not minding the crowd. It was a bit wild, but I kept my eyes open, because I hate bumping into other students. Finally, I reached my locker, opened it and replaced my sandals with my shoes. With haste, I put it on, jumping a couple of times as I did. I just wanted to quickly leave th

[ (n.) café customers who spend a lot of time at tables but spend little money ] word count:1812 every afternoon working as a part time bartender is just a series of repetitive actions – serve customers, make their coffee, clean the counter, or refill the cup when he’s called. some people might call it monotone, since this café’s customers aren’t that many, but at least enough to keep the place running. the sound of jazz music flooded from the speakers, giving off a relaxing ambience. somehow, it makes people stay for long – in other words, more refill and orders. yamaguchi likes to listen to the jaz

maybe fluff, you're just comforting a depressed owl word count:1312 After having a nice lunch break with Keiji and Koutarou in the cafeteria, it was time to head back to class – or you much prefer the word ‘jail’ than class. The only thing you like about school is the lunch break because it’s the only time where you don’t interact with teachers and just be with your two most favourite people. You headed back together with the two males and suddenly, you felt someone’s hands touched your right arm and you glanced past your shoulders to see who it was. It was your English teacher, Mrs. [Random Name] and fo

lol, a little bit of gayness involved, if you cringe easily i suggest don't read it word count: 862 [Name] might be Daichi’s girlfriend, but before she dated him, she knew that Daichi is really close with Koushi and because of that, she shipped the volleyball team captain with the vice-captain. She has this habit of shipping people (especially boys) in school and can’t resist it. It is alsp her hidden guilty pleasure. [Name] would blame it on her fangirling hormones – and most anime fandoms. But at least, she wasn't the only one with the ‘shipping’ thing. The Karasuno volleyball team is. A few days just bef

Winter is not really the best season to leave home and [Name] chose to stay inside, where heaters and a cup of hot chocolate are bliss. Since its weekend, Iwaizumi Hajime - her boyfriend decided to drop by her place, bringing lots of movies with him. The two decided to spend some quality time together since they don't get to see each other that often because both are in different college. [Name] had prepared the snacks and most of them are low-fat - like popcorns with no butter and diet cokes - since she knows Hajime's volleyball player status, she wouldn't want that athletic body and muscular arms of his fade into fat because she loves them

You don't know what the heck is going on inside your English teacher's head when she suddenly told the students in your class today that they will do a drama play. Some students cheered and some students groaned. You're together with the groaning students. You can't act that's why you hate drama play. The teacher ordered everyone to go to the drama room. Everyone left their seats and did what she told. You sighed as you lazily leave the classroom. [Best Friend Name] appeared and walked beside you.            "We're acting?" Your best friend whispered. "Gosh, I hate acting."            "What makes you think I don't?" You replied the same