When Kagami was a kid living overseas, an air bison slurped him into its mouth. The bison was just playing, of course. But little Kagami thought he was going to get chewed up and eaten for sure, so he’s been terrified of the beasts ever since.
Heey ! I really love your fanfics *_* (by the way, my english is very bad D:) Could you write that the GOM + Kagami + Takao see how someone is flirting with their s/o and they go ballistic ? It would be very nice !! Thank you c:
No way! Your English isn’t bad!! I hope you’ll enjoy this!! <3
Generation of Miracles
Despite Kise’s overwhelming popularity and the fact that girls always flirt
with him, he could never take it when he sees a guy near you.
“Hey, _____-chan, you look amazing
today,” one of your classmate said, sitting down on the chair in front of you.
You forced a smile and
“I have never really noticed
but you have really big eyes.”
You stilled for a moment,
not knowing what to say to break the awkward atmosphere.
“What are you doing with
_____-cchi!” Kise suddenly barged into the classroom, a frown on his face.
He quickly pulled you to him
possessively and pouted.
Despite his jealousy, you
were actually glad that he turned up to break up the scene.
“I was just…” your classmate
tried to protest but Kise stepped up quickly in front of you.
“_____-cchi is mine and I
won’t forgive anyone who tries to steal _____-cchi away from me.”
Upon hearing that, the
females in the classroom immediately sighed and your classmate quickly backed
away, red with embarrassment.
You turned to him with a smile
on your face.
“Were you jealous?”
“Yes, I was very jealous.
Can you not let guys stand so close to you?” he growled, crushing you to his
chest with a pout.
Takao, Akashi, Kasamatsu, Kagami,Midorima, Nijimura somehow end up going to a maid cafe and finds out that their s/o or crush works there as a maid
Excuse me while I go rewatch Kaichou Wa Maid-sama
How did he get here? Why did he let his teammates convince him?
He sighed to himself as they all sat at a booth in the cafe. It was actually quite well decorated, with a dull green and brown colour scheme for the walls and furniture. It was easy on the eyes. The owner had gone for the minimalist side rather than going all out, most likely to make it easier to maintain. There was nothing to hint this was a maid cafe apart from the waitresses. To pass time he stared at the posters and china shelves.
“Good afternoon Master! What can I get for you today?” The disembodied voice was familiar. Far too familiar. Training his gaze on the source of the voice, he saw the same short black maid uniform with a white pinafore apron, with black stockings and white gloves. But then he saw your face as your grin faltered for a split second upon recognising him.
You just called him Master. You were holding an order book. You just called him Master.