He realizes that Kise is loud, but he doesn't mind it. He realizes Kise is not as perfect as he seems, but he's known that for a long time now, and he wants to get to know the other parts of Kise that aren't so flawless. He realizes that he's crying, too.

After realizing that his best bro is a lonely loser, Himuro arranges a blind date for Kagami against his will. He tried to match him up with someone Kagami could relate to, but besides the red hair and their dislike for dogs, do they share anything in common at all?

He silently, desperately prays—not to a majestic entity, but to the entire universe. Even if there isn't anyone out there who would listen. (Angst what angst. A sad little drabble. The despair that comes with one-sided romance.)

The night is young, and so is spring, and so are they. And so is their love; they're both so new to this, to these feelings they have for each other. Strange feelings that are delicate, tangling with their primordial friendship and rivalry. In yet, surprisingly, being like this felt completely natural. (A simple fluffy comfort fic for the sick and weary, I suppose.)

Akashi has a fondness for red juicy apples, and also a strange urge to bite deeply into the skin of his loved ones.

A steamy little drabble for Mastershipping.

If anyone knows about pulling these tangled red strings, it's Izaya Orihara. He will weave into another's thread of fate today.