desk mates

a honest study guide

As I am usually a straight A student, I thought I’d share some of my favourite study “hacks”, but be warned: i will not be gentle with you. I am going to tell you the brutal truth about getting great marks, because it is no use sugarcoating the fact that school is actually super hard work! 

discipline beats motivation

to be honest no matter how perfect your/any studyblr might be, looking at a blog will unfortunately never ever motivate you to study as hard as you will have to to get an A. Studyblrs may inspire you, but the one thing which will really get you studying is discipline. So, as cruel as it may sound, force yourself to be productive and you will get some serious work done.

Originally posted by prettylittleworldoflies

have no social life

… at least on some days. if you find it difficult to fit your studies into your social life, try reversing the whole thing. Don’t make plans with your friends on days during which you want/need to study. This definitely isn’t fun, I know, but for me, I often find it difficult to get work done when I have plans later that day as firstly, getting a certain amount of work done within a strict time limit stresses me out and secondly, you should definitely use all the time you can get - especially shortly before the upcoming exam.

Originally posted by geeky-ness

all-nighters equal bad time management

truth be told good students normally won’t have to pull all nighters as sleep is very important for not only your concentration but also for your health. To make sure that you get enough rest you should start studying as early as possible, for me that is normally one week before the particular exam, and plan what you will do on which day without trying to fit everything into the last minute. That will leave you relaxed, well rested and concentrated on the day of your exam.

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate

find something that keeps you going

i usually drink a lot of coffee when i am studying, because during a hard study session i need to stay focused and awake. If you don’t like coffee, you could also go for black tea or green tea or simply some fruit as it is very important to get some vitamins (or in my case caffeine) in your system to not fall asleep while working.

Originally posted by whymywriteriscrying

ask for help

whether you swap notes with your colleagues or you mail the professor some questions doesn’t matter at all. It’s only important that you accept that you probably won’t be able to do everything on your own, so find yourself a study partner, ask questions when something seems unclear to you or even get a tutor. And definitely don’t be embarrassed about asking questions! Nobody knows everything.

Originally posted by adolescencia-turbulenta

no distractions

studying is boring and you might find that music makes it a little more exciting, but often listening to music or taking a lot of breaks is only keeping you from getting work done. So suck it up and study either silently, to classical music or to relaxing noises you can find on the internet. Also try not to take too many breaks. Don’t overwork yourself, of course, but also try to stay focused for longer than 15 minutes as this will allow you to be more productive and don’t study with friends if you end up chit-chatting to each other instead of working.

Originally posted by droneandting

write everything down

even if you have a good memory, you won’t be able to remember a thing after class, so suck it up, don’t talk to your desk mate and focus on writing everything important down what the teacher says. even if you get handed enough material there will still be things which you should write down such as explanations, examples and additional information. that will help you later on to understand what you are actually studying.

Originally posted by teendotcom

you absolutely need to study

don’t ever think, no matter how much attention you’ve paid in class or how good you are at a certain subject, that you won’t have to study. there is always work to get done and if you are already good at something work on being better to excel at academics. 

Originally posted by dadgan

(i added fun gifs, because it seemed a little too harsh - good luck, babes, you are going to pass your exams) 

So dark side of dimensions...

Kaiba would rather build a space station, create and task a robot with incredible ai, to assemble the millennium puzzle in zero gravity…

Than to go across the street to the sweetest boy alive and ask him to do something he knows how to do by heart.

Imma be honest, most relatable Kaiba moment ever

i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

cr.


You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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Mission Bad Boy | 09

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Warnings: softcore smut(?), once again - self loathing, scalding tea

Notes: lol. I must really hate every character here. GIF CREDIT GOES TO THE ACTUAL OWNER. 4.2 k Words

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You had no idea what had happened after you had fled from the party, but when you had gone back to school the next week, you had witnessed something you never believed would happen. 

While you stood near the entrance of the classroom, you had gotten a spectacular view of a familiar girl sitting in your place, a shy smile playing on her mouth whilst she received a kiss on her cheek from your desk mate.

“You’re so cute,” You heard his quiet hum, making your fists clench as you bit your lip.

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I have just read chapter 544….. And I’m crying because OH MY F****** GOD IS TOO MUCH, WHAAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING MY HEART IS IN PAIN AND I CAN’T BREATH, IT HAD EVERYTHING, NALU ALL THE GUILDS ALL THE CHARACTERS YOU THOUGHT WERE A ONE ARC THING ALL THE TEARS I’M DYING……..

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Calling Your Name

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (before OotP)
Warning(s): Draco’s seriously sick
Requested: No
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“I am sorry to bother your potions class, Professor Snape, but I am in need of one of your students.” Professor McGonagall spoke from the doorway.

“I’m already missing one, why do you feel the need to take another from my class?” Snape answered with the same annoyed voice he always used. Y/N rolled her eyes as she added a few shavings of a silvery leaf into her potion.

“It’s because of the student that you’re missing. I am sorry, Professor Snape, but I need this student.” she replied sternly. “Miss Y/L/N, I need you to come with me.”

“Me?” Y/N looked up at the two professors in shock.

"Yes, take your things except for your cauldron and potion supplies. I doubt you will be back to any of your classes today.” The woman waited while Y/N packed up her things, leaving the potion for her desk mate to finish.

"Am I in trouble, Professor?” Y/N asked nervously. She hoisted her bag higher onto her shoulders as they left the classroom in the dungeons.

"No, my dear, you are not. Come with me.” Professor McGonagall smiled at the girl beside her. “You’re just needed in the hospital wing.”

Y/N was confused, but Professor McGonagall said no more about it. They soon reached the huge double doors that led to the wing and the woman opened them for the two of them to enter.

"Minerva! Did you find her?” Madam Pomfrey asked.

"I did indeed. Y/N, Madam Pomfrey will explain everything to you.” Professor McGonagall pushed the girl further into the wing slightly, then left.

"Why am I here? I’m not sick.” Y/N said. Madam Pomfrey laughed.

"Of course not, dear. You’re here to see one of my patients, Draco Malfoy.” she explained. “He’s been calling out your name in his sleep all day while he’s been feverish. I understand that you two are very good friends?”

"Yes, he’s my best friend. Can I see him?” Y/N asked.

"Of course.” The woman led her over to a bed surrounded by a curtain and opened it a bit to allow Y/N to get inside. She gasped once she saw him.

"Oh, Draco.” she murmured. He had mentioned feeling sick the day before, but she had told him to sleep. He looked awful today, his almost white hair matted and sticking to his pale face with sweat. He moaned something unintelligible in his sleep and Madam Pomfrey smiled wistfully.

"You can stay, if you’d like. His brow needs mopping and his neck and chest if he gets too hot. I don’t think he’d mind if you helped. I’ll just be right back with a bowl of water and a couple rags.”

"Yes, of course I’ll stay. Thank you for getting me.” Y/N mumbled as she sat down on the edge of his bed. He mumbled something else that sounded suspiciously like her name and she smiled. “Yes, Draco, I’m here.”

She took his hand while she waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back with the things.

Draco was breathing heavily, his hands cold and clammy. Madam Pomfrey appeared again with the bowl and a small pile of rags and handed them to Y/N. “Thank you.” she murmured.

Then she picked up a rag, dipped it in the cool water, and started dabbing his sweaty head and neck with it. She didn’t know how long she’d sat there, just tending to him and listening to his feverish ramblings, but she didn’t care how long she sat there. His fever hadn’t gone down, and Madam Pomfrey had come in to check on him and cast spells to try to break it, but it wasn’t helping.

"Y/N,” Draco mumbled a bit more coherently, and Y/N took his hand again.

"I’m here, darling.” she murmured.

"Love you, Y/N.” he mumbled again, his eyes opening for a second and closing. Y/N looked at him in shock, but continued cleaning his forehead and neck. “Y/N.”

She hardly listened anymore, focusing on getting his fever to go down. Then she fell asleep, the cold rag resting on his chest through the unbuttoned section of his pajamas, her body leaning on his side as she collapsed on the side of his bed.

She woke to someone petting her hair, and opened her eyes weakly to see Draco’s eyes staring at her.

"Draco,” she mumbled as she sat up with a smile, “you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

"Like crap.” he croaked. Y/N stretched out her hand to test his temperature on his forehead.

"No fever.” she breathed out. “You were scaring me, you know. I’ve never seen you that sick before.”

"I’m sorry.” he mumbled as he tried to sit up a bit more. “How long have you been here?”

"Since yesterday morning. You were talking, calling out for me. That’s why they called me here. If you were wondering.” Y/N murmured, fiddling with her fingers.

Draco looked at her carefully, attempting to gauge her reaction for anything strange he might have said while half-conscious.

"What else did I say?” he asked quietly.

"You said you loved me.” she finally answered. "Is that—”

“What?” he asked when she cut herself off.

"Is that true?” Draco looked at her and nodded before taking her hand.

"Yeah, yeah it is.”

Y/N smiled softly and kissed the palm of his clammy hand. “I love you too.”

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

Everyone is so eager to blame us poor, hard working farmers for the daylight savings thing because they don’t like it getting dark early, but I (a farmer) just had to turn on a reading lamp at not even 5 pm… who benefits from that?  The electric company!  Did anyone ever stop to think perhaps they may be to blame?

Nino: Missing Moments (The Collector)

For @baneismydragon, who is the instigator of the Nino: Missing Moments movement. Also for @thelastpilot, @tides-miraculouss and @seasonofthegeek, because they’re part of this too.  ;)

Call me.

Nino stared down at his phone with pursed lips as he contemplated the simple text message. Adrien had been yanked out of morning classes unexpectedly, which wasn’t unusual. Surprise photo shoots, extra fittings, or even random other events: Adrien’s dad had no respect for his son’s education. But even if Nino was now used to his desk mate and best bro disappearing randomly, the accompanying text message gave the whole situation a decidedly more ominous tone.

Covertly, Nino slid a glance towards Chloe: she didn’t look more pissed off than usual, so either Adrien hadn’t said anything to her yet, or Nino was blowing things out of proportion. Either one was possible, really. Glancing up at the clock, Nino decided that it was close enough to the end of class that if he left now, he wouldn’t miss anything he couldn’t snag from someone else later. After he excused himself to the toilet, Nino slipped out of the room and headed down the hall. 

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Love is the Punchline Extra #1

the one with Harry making excessive amounts of puns, and they’re probably only funny because Y/N is madly in love with him.

Masterlist to Love is the Punchline

(A/N): This was the original ending to Love is the Punchline Part 3 but honestly I wanted to make it a separate, little blurb so I did. And that’s that. Not really a full piece in itself, which is why it’s got the “Extra” title. Dunno why I’m explaining all this, but I did. And that’s that. Hope you enjoy!

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A Way Back Home [Intro]

Requested: No

Summary: (college!au) Where you’ve been with them since pre-school, and now you’re all “grown” up, conveniently going to the same college. There’s a change in dynamic though: a constant, tension-filled loop going on with a broken friendship, but no matter what- there’s always a way back home.

Word Count: 1,026

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Warnings: Nothing (unless you’re bothered by some pre-schoolers).

[Author’s Note at the end.]

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finally

◇ Finally, you think contently.

◇ Mark Lee x reader

◇ soulmate!au

◇ Have some cutie soulmate mark you adorable apples!! ♡

•••

“Tears fall like autumn leaves,

Sinking into the fertile ground.

How can I complain, when I am

Helping somebody?”

Another day, another poem. They always appeared on Mark’s arm near midday, when he was having lunch. He never noticed them, at first, because he was always too busy playing basketball with his friends. Now, even when he was dribbling the basketball towards the net, he always looked at his forearm in time for the familiar cursive to seep into his skin.

They were beautiful. They never had a set theme or style, they were all different. The only thing that was consistent was that the poet would sign all of their poems with a tiny heart, neat and small. Occasionally, Mark would write back - tiny words of encouragement that he was sure you had seen, but you never made any attempt to talk back to him. For now, the only thing he knew about you was your handwriting.

It was a Monday morning, Mark’s least favorite day of the week. It meant recovering from a long weekend full of late nights with his friends and hurrying to do homework due the next day.

He overslept and missed his first class, which gave him detention and put him in an even worse mood than usual, though his friends were informing him of the new girl who had moved into the seat beside him. Mark was forced to sit at the front, mainly because somebody (Donghyuck) decided it would be funny to make stupid noises and then blame them on Mark. Some friends he had. He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or irritated with the fact that he now had a table mate - what if she was completely horrible? He was glad he didn’t have another English class until the next day.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried,” Ten, an upperclassmen who was shorter than Mark and acted like a 10 year old half the time wonders. The boys were on their way to the cafeteria, planning to meet the rest of their friends inside. “From what I heard, she’s really cute - and quiet.”

“I don’t think Hwasa will be happy with you calling another girl cute,” Mark teases, laughing as he sees his friend roll his eyes. “Besides, I don’t care if she’s cute. She’s not her.”

Ten huffs, pushing open the red doors to the cafeteria. “You do realize that dating before you find your soulmate is normal, right?” Mark knows it’s normal, but it feels wrong. Why would he want anyone that wasn’t you?

After collecting his food, he slips into his seat next to Jaehyun, who regards him with a mouth full of kimchi stew. “I hear you’re scared of your desk mate?” He asks curiously, reaching over to Doyoung’s tray and managing to steal a piece of meat from the watchful boy. Mark glares past Jaehyun to Donghyuck, who he knows is spreading the stupid rumor of him being afraid of his desk mate.

“I’m not scared of my desk mate,” he announces loudly to the table, skillfully placing a load of rice into his mouth. “In fact, point her out to me right now. I’ll go say hi-”

Donghyuk grins mischievously, “She’s not here, Markie! Not your day, eh?” Mark deflates instantly. Of course. The one time he’s built up enough confidence to confront you and you’re not here. Where are you?

It seems as if Donghyuck knows what he’s thinking, because he shrugs. “I heard she went up to the rooftop. You gonna go say hi?” His earlier proclamation makes him wince, taking a quick glance at his tray.

“If I go say hi, I won’t have enough time to eat,” Mark sighs, though from the knowing looks on his friend’s faces, they know exactly why he won’t go and say hi.

“Why are you so set on not dating anyone until you find your soulmate?” Johnny asks, leaning forward to question the younger boy. Mark scoffs nervously, shaking his head quickly. “She could be dating someone right now, you know.”

The thought of you dating someone has Mark biting his lip to distract himself from the pang in his chest. Even the tiniest thought of you dating someone else, kissing someone else, loving someone else, has him pouting.

And it must’ve shown on his face, too, because his friends don’t bother teasing him about it for the rest of lunch. That day, there’s no poem - and he feels more worried than he should be over a person who he’s never met.

•••

The next morning, Mark has English first. He’s not sure if his body unconsciously doesn’t want him to attend class, or if he’s just tired, because he wakes up late again, getting grounded by his mom for the next week because of his tardiness - and she was being soft. Then, he gets another few days of detention for being late again. At this point, he’s irritated and tired and he really couldn’t care less about some new girl.

He enters the classroom just as the teacher begins to play a movie, some old one that they were supposed to be studying for the next few weeks. The teacher glares at him, as usual, and Donghyuck and a few of his other friends snicker at him from the back of the room. But he’s not focused on them. As much as he hated to admit it, he was focused on you.

He didn’t even know your name, not yet, at least, but he couldn’t help the light blush spreading across his cheeks as he makes his way through the room to your shared table, tucked in the corner of the room. He was thankful to not be stuck smack dab in the middle of the room - Donghyuck could see him too easily, and he’d never live this town.

He slips into his seat quietly, trying not to disturb anyone. You’re focused on the movie, notebook out and ready to take notes on the film. He takes out his own books, trying not to steal glances at you, and it’s only when he opens the notebook does he notice that he hasn’t taken anything down in the film. As much as he hates the subject, he needs to pass.

“Hey,” he whispers urgently, turning his head slightly so that the teacher can’t see him talking. “Hey - uh, can I see your notes?”

You seem startled that he’s talking to you, and you raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Hm? Oh, here you go.” Your voice is quiet, and soft, and Mark finds himself trying not to gulp nervously as he accidentally meets your beautiful eyes. He smiles thankfully instead, pulling out a pen so that he can copy down the lines upon lines of neat handwriting.

It’s only when he starts to rewrite the first line that he freezes. The looped ‘l’s, the curved ‘u’s, the tiny dash that was way too high above the ‘i’. Eyes wide, he turns the page, looking for more evidence, when he spots a short stanza that has him biting his lip nervously - and what did it end in? A tiny, miniscule heart. You write poetry, and end them with hearts, and have the exact same handwriting?

Mark suddenly thinks it will be harder to survive this whole class beside you.

•••

Meet me on the rooftop at lunch. The familiar handwriting has you cocking your head in confusion, heart beat irregular and eyebrows furrowed. Your… your soulmate is in this school? And knows who you are?

It makes you feel guilty for the way your heart sped up around the boy who sat next to you in English, but you’re sure it’s nothing compared to what you’ll feel with your soulmate.

Nerves settle in your stomach for the next few classes, and you find yourself unable to concentrate on anything, not even the most simple of maths problems or the easiest of biology questions. Tapping your fingers on your desk, your eyes settle on the clock above the teacher’s head. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

And you’re the first one out, not even giving time to the teacher to say ‘the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do’, frantically jogging towards your locker. You don’t notice how your hands are shaking as you push your books and notebooks into your locker. Taking a deep breath, you screw your eyes shut. You’re about to meet your soulmate. You’re about to meet your soulmate.

You don’t know if you’re walking too slow or too fast, but it seems as if time has slowed as you push open the doors to the rooftop. It’s raining outside, but there’s shelter near the door, and you’re not surprised to see a figure standing underneath it. A closer look at the figure’s face makes your eyes widen in surprise.

“M-Mark?” You echo in surprise, slowly approaching him uncertainly. The boy in question smiles nervously, biting his lip as he turns fully to you.

“I… I see you got my message…?”

“_____ . ______ _____ .”

“_____,” he repeats, letting the vowels and consonants flow over his tongue. It’s silent for a second after, the only sound being the calming sound of pattering surrounding you, before his eyes widen, “Oh! I - I brought this… just - just to be sure…”

He holds up a black marker and you bite your lip. You’re sure it’s him, you want it to be him, and yet, there’s a tiny irrational place in your brain telling you that this isn’t him, that it’s too good to be true. You hold your breath as you see him pull up his sleeve, uncapping the marker and gingerly drawing a tiny heart on his forearm. Rolling up your own sleeve, you wait with bated breath for the familiar sight of flowing ink…

And there it is, the black of the marker appearing in a swirl on your skin, forming a tiny heart. What were you expecting, honestly? Mark lets out a relieved laugh from in front of you, almost disbelieving himself. You look up at him with happy eyes, flickering back and forth from his arm to yours and to his eyes. It seems the situation becomes too much for him, because in the next second, he’s lunging forward, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close to him, connecting your lips in one swift motion.

If it had been anybody else, you would’ve pulled away - but this was Mark. You react immediately, winding your arms around his neck and running a hand through his dyed hair. His lips are soft and cold from the weather surrounding you, but his arms are warm and so is his embrace. You feel your cheeks heat up from the sheer passion hidden in the kiss, only pulling away when your breath became scarce.

“I’m so glad,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours and screwing his eyes shut, making sure to keep you as close as possible to him. “I’m so glad that I’ve finally found you…”

“Likewise,” you find yourself murmuring gently against his lips, a smile blooming on your face as his eyes light up happily. Finally, you think contently, not caring one bit that you’ve probably missed lunch and the first few minutes of class, and definitely not caring about the chilliness outside - you only care for your soulmate, wrapped up in his arms, the warmest and most enjoyable place on earth.

The Real You

Summary: Danny doesn’t have a crush on Stiles. No way.

Notes: Another one for @inell, who wanted Stiles/Danny and “be nice to your seat partner, they might just be your future spouse!” This is an AU where nothing supernatural happened in Beacon Hills. (On AO3)


Danny always hates the start of every school year. There’s a new schedule to learn, a new locker to find, and an influx of baby-faced freshman wandering around. There are also new teachers, new classes, and most importantly, new seating assignments.

He has to stifle a groan when he discovers that his desk-mate for English is none other than Stilinski. He’s weird and awkward, and only ever seems to hang out with his one dorky friend. Danny does not need him bringing down his reputation.

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This is the first thing I’ve ever written and now you all get to suffer. What the heck is an ending????? @luciferhimshelf here you go bud


She was late again. He could see her running towards the classroom door from the window and prepared for the inevitable crash once she would reach it. There was a telltale thwump and the door burst open to reveal a panicked Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It was clear from her appearance that she had overslept yet again: her pigtails were uneven with bits sticking up on top of her head, her bangs had curled just slightly from the sweat on her forehead, her makeup was rushed, and he was pretty sure her shirt was on backwards. She was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

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Cheaters

My contribution to @inuyasha-valentines!! I hope all of you had an amazing day full of happiness an love.

Summary:  Everyone in the office knew Kagome and Inuyasha were having a not-so-secret affair. They weren’t EXACTLY wrong… (Not a cheating fic)

I was inspired to write this thanks to this post. It was so INUKAG that I just had to.

Already up on FF.net and AO3   :D

Before I start let me inform my lovely friends about this @kuddle-cakes @grapefruitwannabe @keichanz @vividxdreaming @purekagome @mustardyellowsunshine @stoatsandweasels @mmhinman @ryupioupiou @vixenfoxpaws @gypsin @meido-zangetsuha @little-known-artist @inukag-4ever @sakurasubinita  (and as always I know I forgot someone here ugh)

This is my gift for all of you! The amazing people that keep this fandom alive!!


Sango saw her work-friend walking towards the building they worked in. She could have been smiling and calling her to go inside with her, but this time it was not possible. Kagome, the cute, sweet, honest and decent woman that had been her desk mate and best friend from work for the last year was now walking beside him.  

Sango’s big chocolate eyes narrowed as she stared at him. He was not the drop-dead gorgeous type. Neither had he the best character or disposition—that she knew from experience. What did Kagome see in him to betray the man she had loved for more than a decade? A man that—before she met HIM—was the center of her life, along with their two sons.

Shaking her head, Sango saw them stop just before reaching the building’s door. After he whispered something into her ear and she giggled, he pulled her to the bush line until they were hidden by the myriad of green leaves. By the look on his face and the blush on her cheeks, Sango knew what they had been doing.

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