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        Growing more and more confident due to the games success, Orihime happily ran up to you and placed the duffel bag on your lap. “Here you go, I decided it was your turn.” “Well I'm very glad you did, I was starting to get a little antsy from all the sitting.” Already excited and ready for your turn to start, you dug inside the bag and pulled out a pen cap. “This is one of the more interesting items, I'm sure.” As you searched the pen cap for any clue as to who it might belong to, Ulquiorra quietly walked behind you. He stood there without saying anything for a short time before his curiosity got th

         After seeing the last couple out of the closet, Orihime walked to the center of the room and greeted the remaining players with a warm smile. “Someone was nice enough to volunteer to be our next player, so I don't have to pick anyone.” Signaling you up, she quickly stepped out of the way and allowed you to pick your item. “Thank you very much Orihime.” Already standing, you pushed yourself away from the wall and managed to take a single step before you felt someone's arms around you. “H-hey, what do you think you're doing? Put me down you weirdo.” “I'm volunteering myself to be your partner

Stupid Snow “Snow, snow, snow, and more snow,” _______ griped, glaring at the white fluff as it engulfed her boots. “I hate snow.” Ivan chuckled but didn’t comment. It was common for most people to hate snow towards the end of winter, but _______ hated it before, during, and after, no matter the time or season. It was something she simply disdained. _______ kicked at a thick chunk of ice. She sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets, feeling unusually grouchy. It was like she could never get warm during winter; there was always a breeze that squeezed its way through a window, always a chill that seeped throug

  одиночный “This is the preposition, so then what follows must be the…?” “Object?” “Good! Simple enough, right? So, in this sentence what’s your preposition?” “At…” “And the object?” “Noon?” You smiled. “Good job! You’re not as bad at this as you say you are. I’ve never seen someone pick up grammar so quickly. You’re even better than a native English speaker.” His cheeks became pink. “T-thank you… But it’s because I have you as my tutor.&rdqu

You took your first step out onto the damp pavement and took a deep breath. Time to make the most of your first day in London. You moved to London for a change in scenery really. that was just about the only reason you moved. So now, you were going to walk around the neighborhood. But it wasn’t long before you didn’t know where you ended up. “Great, now I can’t find my way home.” You muttered to yourself angrily. And just to make sure you were extra happy, It started raining. You quickly ran for cover by a covered entrance way of a tea shop. … I could go for some tea right now. You thought as you ente

    Lovi held the straw in his small hand, blowing again. You giggled happily as the chocolate bubbles filled up the glass. He pulled his lips away, giving a small, rare smile towards you.    "Do it again!" You cried, and he nodded, wrapping his lips around the straw once more and blowing. The bubbles popped, flowing over the side of the glass. The counter was already covered in chocolate milk, so it didn't matter anymore.    You giggled again, and he laughed breathlessly. He sat up, brushing his brown hair from his eyes.    "I need to breathe. Why don't you try?" He pushed the glass through the chocolate puddle, smearing it across the cou

Tonight was the night of the long-anticipated Mid-Autumn Festival. It was your first time ever going to one, since this was only your second year living in Hong Kong. You had come here to study in hopes of building a better future for yourself, but also to explore new things and cultures. Last year when the Festival came around, you were too busy working to attend. This year, however, you had carefully made sure everything was in perfect order so that you could finally experience this cultural tradition. “Knock, knock.” You were almost jumping up and down with excitement as you rushed to answer the door. “Woah, there.&rdq

[Hong Kong x Reader] ~Reader's POV~ Grasping one of your favorite pencils, you drew the image as it looked in your mind's eye. Dark brown hair...creamy chocolate eyes... "What are you drawing [Name]?" Jumping from surprise, you looked up to see your friend Hong Kong. "Eep!" you quickly covered your drawing with your arms. "H-Hey L-Leon...what's up?" He blinked, obviously confused. "What were you drawing [Name]?• "A-Ah...that I see...uh well...it's nothing of importance really...just some...random scribbles," you lied nervously, hoping he couldn't tell that you weren't being entirely truthful. The way his eyebrow raised slightly

You are alone in the house with HIM! Why are you in the house with him? You were adopted by China because you became an orphan. The family happily accepted you. Ah. There he go again. Being perfectly perfect. You rested your chin on your palms. You sighed. You have a very huge crush on Hongkong. That face. THAT FACE. THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE. You can feel your face heat up. His voice. You're addicted to his voice. You're hopelessly inlove with him. Though, it's one-sided. You pouted. He's always around Taiwan. She's beautiful and always shining bright, unlike you. You closed your eyes, just in case he saw you staring at him. That would be awkw

You excitedly reach your hand into the hat, wondering who you would get of the handsome men around you. Well, you did hope for a certain one, not that you'd ever tell anyone. Blushing already, you pulled out a... Bright Red iPod! Gasping, you spin to locate who it belonged to. You knew that it was Hong Kong, hardly ever seeing him without being plugged into it. Startlingly enough, he was right behind you, catching you from spinning too far away. "(Y/n)," you flush, hearing him say your name that way, "I was hoping you'd pick me." he says, grinning and leading you to the closet. "Wha-what?" you struggle to hold reality as darkness surround