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"She tells me she wants to be a raindrop. She doesn't mind falling As long as she's not alone. And raindrops are never alone." Ryugazaki Rei was a lover of all things beautiful. He loved the clean cut strokes the other members of the team made when their fingertips kissed the water, he loved the butterflies that danced through the air as spring came along, and he loved the soft pitter-patter that the rain would make when he walked home and the Earth was perfumed with the pleasant scent of petrichor. So, it was no surprise when he learned to love (Name). Before the swim team and Nagisa, Rei was so caught up with schoolwork and the chaos of

"And up until now I have sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk. But you are the only exception." Tsukishima Kei was not the easiest person to get to know. He was snarky, rude, and his words dripped of sarcasm. If people weren't intimidated by his height and disconcerting demeanour, they were definitely put off by his bluntness and cold personality. He didn't have many friends. Sure, he was almost always found with the Karasuno volleyball team, but they didn't really count. They thought of him as family, despite his spiteful personality, yet he couldn't find it in himself to reciprocate

"Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love Spotlight's shining. It's all about us." It was a quiet night, the sound of frantic fingers bouncing along a keyboard with a 'click, click, click' noise being the only thing disrupting the silence. Clad in your comfiest pyjamas with your hair in a bun and an unfinished essay flashed across your computer screen, you sat in front of your desk suffering the consequences of your procrastination and terrible writers block. Just as you were finally getting over your writers block though, you were rudely interrupted by the sound of your ringtone playing. "Uggghhhh..." You groaned, scowling when yo

"You're my happily, ever after." *** Tea? Check. Kids in bed? Check. Adorable husband? Not checked. "Where is that dork?" You muttered under your breath, placing your mug on the bedside table. You reached over and checked the time on your phone. 10:04pm Kise was usually home around 9:30-45, and he wasn't usually this late. Your plump, pink lips formed a small pout and you debated whether or not you should text him. Deciding to give it just a few more minutes, you took another brief look at your phone, a small smile stretching across your lips as you looked at your wallpaper. It was a photo of you and Kise with your 6 year old son, Toor