You didn’t have to be friends with Dahyun to know that she was easily one of the most warmhearted people on the planet, and most certainly in your school. No matter where she was or who she was with, she always made people laugh and enjoy their day, whether it was with jokes or kind gestures that moved many. She was a sweetheart, a good soul, and overall just a quality human being.
You didn’t have classes with Dahyun, but you had run into her a few times- literally. The first time you ran into each other was at the very start of the school year, when you had been rushing to find your classroom after misreading your schedule. You were late on the first day, which would not make a good impression on your teacher, so you picked up the pace and fell into a slow jog, down the hallway, and into the stairwell. Coincidentally, Dahyun had been exiting the stairwell as you entered, and wham, your shoulders collided as you tried to pass. The books you had been holding fell to the floor, papers strewn about on the cold tile floor of the hallway.
So I’m rewatching Miraculous Ladybug (no that big of a surprise) and I’m rewatching the Reflekta episode and then I notice that in one of Juleka’s flashbacks of her past failed attempts at taking pictures Marinette’s hair is in a bun. HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE. SHE LOOKS SO ADORABLE. Kind of a pointless post but like I really needed to get that out there because why not?
Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.
You rose from your seat to hug your friend. “It’s been a while,” you said.
“I know,” said Luhan. “I haven’t been to Seoul in almost a year.”
With goosebumps sprouting up across his skin, he opened his
eyes. Looking down, Gajeel realized he had nothing covering his boxer-clad
body; not even a sheet. Frowning, he looking to his left to see the slumbering
culprit facing him.
Levy was bundled so tightly in the blankets that only her
wild, cerulean hair and the top of her delicate, heart-shaped face were
visible. She was humming softly, something she did occasionally while sleeping,
and she looked peaceful and cozy. Gajeel could see her chest rising and falling
with every breath, and he sighed.
“You had it coming, Shrimp,” he said quietly.
Then, he ripped the blankets off the solid script mage’s