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Soulmate!AU where everything is black and white until you touch your soulmate. ----- When your childhood friend Hanamaki had mentioned that he was bringing some friends from his volleyball team to your tobogganing trip, you could never have predicted him. Soft-looking hair, bright, lidded eyes, and a one-billion-megawatt-smile to boot-- you couldn't help but be enamored with him the instant you met. Oikawa Tooru was the team's setter, Maki explained, as you gave him a small bow and warm smile in greeting. "I like your earmuffs," you quipped, gesturing at the accessory adorned with a small picture of an alien. "Eh? Thank you so much! The

Soulmate!AU where everything is black and white until you touch your soulmate. ----- When your childhood friend Hanamaki had mentioned that he was bringing some friends from his volleyball team to your tobogganing trip, you could never have predicted him. Soft-looking hair, bright, lidded eyes, and a one-billion-megawatt-smile to boot-- you couldn't help but be enamored with him the instant you met. Oikawa Tooru was the team's setter, Maki explained, as you gave him a small bow and warm smile in greeting. "I like your earmuffs," you quipped, gesturing at the accessory adorned with a small picture of an alien. "Eh? Thank you so much! The

Warnings: Language! From the time he first found you fighting Squalo to the moment you were knocked unconscious by the silver haired swordsman, Xanxus couldn’t take his ruby eyes off of you. There was something about your fighting spirit that he felt the need to break. That was why you were currently held captive in the Varia hideout via orders from Xanxus. Squalo was confused at first, but simply scoffed and did as he was told; it wasn’t his business anyway. The silver eyes swordsman ungracefully tossed your unconscious body onto the linoleum floor,  leaving you at the mercy of his boss. Xanxus simply looked down at you w

gareki x gn!reader warning: none (some mild spoilers? maybe?) -/- how wonderful you are, my love -/- 5. It takes five steps to get from his room to yours. He likes to count his steps sometimes just to see if it really is five steps every time. (it is.) The distance between you and him isn't some poetically narrated chasm of a hallway, it's just plain and simple. The carpeted floor is the same every time he bolts up from his bed after a nightmare or can't stand the sound of Nai mumbling in his sleep. The walls are still the same cream color. You always greet him at the door with a knowing grin and a box of his favorite cookies. He's a