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Passion I [Haruka Nanase x Reader] Contest EntryYou had it down to a fine science. First he would tilt his head into the air, pretending to listen to his brunette friend. Then, he would inhale deeply, taking in the scent. Finally, his azure eyes would flicker toward your food. If he liked it, he would glance at it as you ate it. If he didn’t, he would continue to listen to the boy next to him with a blank expression on his face.Passion I [Haruka Nanase x Reader] Contest Entry by DeliciousxSouls
That was the ingenious method by which you were crafting the perfect bento for your high school crush, Haruka Nanase.
Each day you sat on a bench in the courtyard near where Haruka and his other friends would lay out on the grass. Usually at least one or two of your own friends walked by you and complimented your cooking, which seemed to be rather popular among your peers.
For example, for the last festival the school held, you had prepared the bulk of the food, which included sweets, meat, and plethora of other dishes. It almost seemed that your talent was the source of your popularity-one would rarel
04: Rivalry [Eren]It killed her.04: Rivalry [Eren] by DeliciousxSouls
Positively killed her.
_____ knew she'd never be the best, and it stung. Bit into her heart like a venomous snake, and its venom slowly permeated her entire body to the point where she could hardly function.
But, her rival was the one to heal her, to inspire her.
With a cute smile and a encouraging pat on the shoulder, he'd manage to lessen the pain, even if only a little bit.
Still, _____ couldn't get over the fact that even her sworn enemy was the one who pitied her, who she admired, who comforted her.
She hated Eren with a passion, yet idolized him. It was an illness of sorts.
It was a strange, yet potent, sort of rivalry.
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"Wake up kid, this is your stop! Now hand over the money."
_____'s eyes snapped open. Her head jerked up in surprise, throwing her headphones across the backseat of the taxi.
"Alright, alright, sorry," she muttered hurriedly, digging through her messy bag. Her fingers clumsily pulled out a wad of cash.
Handing it to the grumpy taxi driver, _____ sighed. It had been expensive to take a taxi from a major city to this place.
She hopped out of the car, making her way to the trunk.Scrambling to grab her multiple suitcases out of it, she huffed. _____ turned briefly to look towards the orange afternoon sun, sitting lazily on the horizon, its reflection wavering in the blue waters of the ocean. A brief smile played on her lips.
Suddenly, tires screeched. _____whipped her head around only to see that the taxi was speeding down the road. Exhaling deeply, she pulled out the crumpled directions to the house she was to live in for the next two years.
Both of ___
Gentle: II [Marco x Reader x Jean]So far, the induction ceremony had been carried out as planned. No mishaps, merely Shadis terrorizing new trainees on their first day, who were at this point were wondering why they had even signed up for this.Gentle: II [Marco x Reader x Jean] by DeliciousxSouls
“WHO ARE YOU?” He screamed into an unsuspecting trainee’s face, his eyes bulging out insanely. The poor blonde guy in front of him was terrified, trembling under his gaze. Sweat poured down his face.
Meanwhile, _____ was standing in her respective row, wearing a mask of nonchalance. On the inside, however, she was nervous as hell. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself as the potato girl had.
As _____ drifted off into space, she failed to notice that the instructor was steadily making his way down the row, until she heard the arrogant voice of Jean Kirschtein. She was positioned at the end, next to Marco on her right, and Jean just past him.
“WHO ARE YOU?!” Shadis’s loud voice echoed through the dusty valley.
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Nanase Haruka x Reader
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Word Count: 4306.
Warning: Attempted suicide (sort of).
There's a person I see almost every day. We don't really meet and talk formally, but I guess our quick glances could count as unspoken greetings. She would always already be there on the rooftop when my friends and I go up there to eat our lunch. Casually leaning against the concrete railing of the building, always fiddling around with her telephone. Just as the last of us enters the rooftop area, she would've already made herself ready to leave—and just as she passed us in a somewhat haughty manner, our eyes would meet for a second or two, and thus would we silently greet each other.
At first, I thought it was very strange. Why does she leave immediately, and why does she always look at me? This is an often reoccurring topic of discussion my friends would talk about. To answer the first question, Nagisa childishly suggested that s
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Hello. I am Souls.|
As you can probably tell from my page, I am a fan of many animes:
Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)
Ouran Highschool Host Club
Uta No Prince Sama
Neon Genesis: Evangelion
Panty & Stocking With Garterbelt
Baka and Test
And probably more that I'm forgetting.
I also enjoy science fiction and fantasyn novels, along with a wide array of films, including as The Great Gatsby, Les Miserables, and Hugo.
In addition, I have visited Canada, Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales, and most of the mainland United States. my mother is an english teacher, so naturally, I'm a grammar Nazi.
My hobbies include dancing (classical ballet, pointe, tap, and jazz), but I enjoy ballet most for its use of classical music, one of my favorite genres. I also play piano, and won a pageant at one point in my life.
I am an extremely busy person, so most of my 'free' time during the school year is spent cleaning, or drawing. I have never made less than an A, and plan never to do so.
I have a general hate for those around me-my friends ought to feel honored that I can tolerate them.
Probably the anime character that I relate with most is Norway from Axis Powers Hetalia. Although he much quieter than I am, we are alike in the way that I do not say all that I am thinking. Oftentimes people grow confused by my company, as I do not show them my problems, and they are shocked to find that I'm actually irritated with something else on my mind.
To me, humanity is disgusting. I honestly don't believe that we, as a species, should be allowed to continue its existence.
On a lighter note, however:
NIGAITO, I CHOOSE YOU!
You are a Innocent Uke!