interconnecteddream

You only wondered for a moment how you got here before throwing the thought away and focusing on what was in front of you: Nanase Haruka- the boy who you’d worked so hard to win his affections for, the boy who had finally accepted you and acknowledged you as his significant other- lying in front of you on his bed with his eyes closed and breathing softly. You hadn’t done anything intimate at all. It was the first time you had ever spent the night at Haru’s house, and when you timidly asked if you could share the bed with him, he didn't seem nervous about it at all and quietly slid over closer to the wall to make room for y

How did this happen? You were perfectly fine just an hour and a half ago, so how? As you sat in the room of the biggest crush you’d ever had, you racked your brain for possibilities and conversation topics. Your pencil was clutched so tightly in your hand that your fingers had gone white, and your other hand was clenched in a tight fist on your lap. You sat across from Makoto on the small study table in the middle of his bedroom, and every noise was making your heart leap into your throat. The only sound was the clock ticking, and if you listened close enough you could almost hear his breathing and- You broke out into a cold sweat, f

It was not easy being childhood friends with Mikoshiba Momotarou. He was loud, way too energetic for his own good, easily bored, and fawned over any female in a ten-mile radius. The worst part was that he insisted on bringing you along to what he called “chick-pick sessions”. Ever since you could remember, the two of you were close. You tried to be the good one in the partnership, waking him up on school days and trying to keep him in line in public the best you could. You were perfectly fine with being around him and continuing on like that, even if he kept pulling you along to random cafes every time he saw a pretty face and k

This warmth was familiar. You snuggled closer to the boy sitting beside you, a certain red-haired, competitive, shark-toothed teen whose warmth and presence was strong and smelled like chlorine and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But it was familiar, so you nuzzled your forehead further into your boyfriend’s neck. You liked his smell. A light breeze blew, ruffling your hair and the green tie around your collar. If only it could stay like this forever. The two of you were sitting quietly together under a tree in the courtyard of Iwatobi High School. The final bell had rung hours ago, but you still waited for

A sneeze erupted from your nose, causing the blanket to fall off your shoulders and throw your hair further into your face. You groaned as you sniffed and wiped your face with your pajama sleeve, still watching the credits roll on the TV. Nestled safely in a fort of pillows and blankets with all the lights off, a movie marathon seemed like the best therapy at the time for a fever. Though the medicine you’d taken earlier hadn’t seemed to work at all. You reached around the coffee table in front of you for a tissue, though used wads of it were already sitting in the trash can you’d made sure to place nearby. Your nose was com

It wasn’t as if you didn’t love Kiyoshi Teppei. He was a dork and always seemed to have his mind elsewhere, but he was strong and kind and willing to do anything for the ones he cares for, which is an awfully big number of people. Not that you minded. All of that only added to his charm. If anything, you loved him. You loved him a lot, you were sure of that. But he did have this bad habit that you noticed in the first few weeks you’d started dating. He liked physical contact. A lot. In fact, every time you were in his sight, he made it an official rule that he had to be touching you somewhere before you started walking

To be honest, you weren’t much of a sports person. At all, really. But something about watching the games was a lot more entertaining than playing them yourself. You watched the ant-like players on the court below you from the upper level of the gym. Blurs of black, orange, and brown swooped across the floors, the squeaking of sneakers and shouts of the teammates echoing in your ears. Letting out a small sigh, you leaned forward onto the metal railing as you continued to observe them and softly murmured to yourself: “The Karasuno volleyball team… huh?” They’d just recently formed, and they still had yet to pla

“Hey, Hyuga.” Said basketball player heaved out a sigh and grunted a response back. “What?” “Can you really not see without your glasses?” “Huh? What’s that have to do with anything? Just hurry and finish your side of the gym.” “I know, but…” You leaned against the wide mop you’d been pushing beside his. “I’m bored.” This was a typical day for you two, but just a bit different. For whatever explainable reason there was Riko decided to give Hyuga the wonderful task of cleaning the gym floors and sorting the equipment for the day. You were walk

 Your finger hovered over the green button on the screen of your phone, and you blinked back the tears the best you could. Should you really call him? Nobody else was here except for you, and the silence was going to make you explode. You hastily made a decision, pressed the button, and lifted the phone to your ear. After a few dial tones, a cheerful voice picked up. “(name)-cchi, what’s up? It’s rare for you to call me!” “Kise…” You’d started out by saying his name, but your voice broke at the end and you cursed how disgusting you sounded. “Kise…” Trying again wasn’t

Since when did Murasakibara start using women’s shampoo? Well, maybe it wasn’t, but it was still ridiculously soft. That’s what you thought as he sat on the floor between your legs and you sat on the bed braiding his hair with a tiny pile of elastics next to you. Your tall friend was going to be spending the night at your place, but all you’d bothered doing so far was throwing him a bunch of magazines and snacks to keep him occupied while you played around with his hair. The purple locks were surprisingly soft to the touch, and eventually this happened. Thus began the journey to see how many ponytails you could tie