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Body Language 💪 {Hands – Akutsu}

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.13/20. : Hands (Jin Akutsu)

Jin wasn’t the type of person to show any type of affection towards anyone. He always acted cold, cruel and distant, and was always getting into some sort of trouble. Most people were afraid of him and often referred to him as a demon.

You saw through that, though; you could see past his bad ass exterior. You could see that he could be affectionate if he wanted to be. He just usually doesn’t want to.

It didn’t come as a surprise to you when you felt his large hand slip into your own, fingers lacing together as you walked down the street. It didn’t bother you that he refused to look at you because you knew that he was embarrassed, not used to showing affection or care.

You loved him all the same.

You were happy with just holding hands with the gold eyed boy. He wanted to hold your hand, and that’s all you needed to know to understand that he loves you. He didn’t have to say it or go out of his way to prove it.

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Body Language 💪 {Tongue – TYL! Ryohei}

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.12/20. : Tongue (TYL! Ryohei Sasagawa)

You grinned when you felt arms wrap around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder. Ryohei kissed your neck gently, running his thick tongue along your skin.

“Ryohei.” You groaned, turning around and bringing his lips down onto yours. Your tongues intertwined and fought for dominance; Ryohei winning, of course.

He grinned when he pulled away. “I love you to the EXTREME!”

You chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him. “I love you too, Ryohei.”

In response, he ran his tongue across yours, pushing it back into your mouth as your lips locked once more.

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Body Language 💪 {Hair – Adult! Skull}

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.11/20. : Hair (Adult! Skull)

Skull scowled at Reborn and Colonello as they sat across from him, both making snide comments about his hair, none of which were too pleasant to hear. He folded his arms over his chest, pouting childishly and sinking down in the booth.

You glanced at him and frowned. “Skull?”

He looked up at you, his pout still in place. Seeing this made you smile as you turned in the booth so that you were facing him. This caught the attention of both Arcobaleno who sat across from you; they stared, wondering what you were going to do.

You reached forward, your hand slipping through his silky purple locks. “No matter what these two idiots say, I will always love your hair♡~!”

His cheeks flushed and he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Thank you.”

Both Reborn and Colonello were left speechless as they watched you and Skull leave the restaurant hand in hand.

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Body Language 💪 {Back – Ryousuke Takahashi}

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.10/20. : Back (Ryousuke Takahashi)

“Ugh.” You groaned as you fell onto your boyfriend’s bed.

“What’s wrong?” Ryousuke turned around in his computer chair to face you, eyebrow raised in question.

“My back is killing me. That’s the last time I do grunt work for Cole!”

He chuckled, standing up and moving to sit on the side of the bed. “I told you to tell him no.” His hands pushed up the back of your shirt before his hands got to work massaging your back.

You sighed in content, thankful to have a boyfriend who would give back rubs without being asked. And damn if he wasn’t amazing at it, too.

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Body Language 💪 {Heart – Havoc}

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.o9/20. : Heart (Jean Havoc)

One thing you knew about Havoc was that his heart was in the right place. He may be a bit perverted (and stupid) at times, but over all he’s a good guy with a heart of gold. He is always looking for love, but every time he finds a girl, Roy swoops in and takes her away.

The girls he found were looking for a one night stand, not a long term relationship. They didn’t care about his heart.

“Havoc?” You placed your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you with a depressed expression, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. “He did it again, didn’t he?”

He simply nodded, letting out a sigh and plopping his head into the palm of his hand.

You sat down next to him. “Let’s go out tonight.”

He blinked before his blue eyes lit up, a smile lighting up his face. “Sure!”

Havoc deserved someone who liked him for his heart, not his looks. Someone that wouldn’t leave him because they met another guy who’s hotter than he is.

You were that someone, and you took great care of the heart now in your possession.

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Body Language 💪 {Stomach – Bunta}

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.08/20. : Stomach (Bunta Marui)

Marui whined your name, his head resting on your shoulder as his arms clutched his stomach. “It hurts~”

“That’s what you get for eating ten cakes, Marui.” You scolded, ignoring the boy’s whines of agony.

“But~” He whined again, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around your own. “It really hurts~”

“Maybe next time you’ll listen when I tell you ten cakes is nine too many, idiot. Especially within twenty-five minutes.”

You found yourself wondering if he was even human. Most people who be much worse off than just a stomach ache.

He pouted, using your leg as a pillow. Even though you wanted to protest, his scrunched up face made you sigh instead.

“You’ll be fine.” You told him softly, one hand fingering through his silky hair while the other rested gently on his stomach.

He placed his hand on top of yours and smiled. “Your hand is warm~ It feels nice~”

You smiled despite yourself.

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139 Dreams ☁ 17th Dream {Rain – Eyeshield 21}

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☁Eyeshield 21☁


It was amazing.

The final battle between the Ojou White Knights and the Deimon Devil Bats in the Semi-Finals of the Kantou Tournament… it was heart wrenching. Everyone from both teams were giving it their all, as if it really was the last game they’d ever play. Even after reaching their limits, they managed to break the wall and push even harder for the sake of winning and making it to the Christmas Bowl.

It was painful to watch, but at the same time, you couldn’t look away no matter how bad you wanted to; it was impossible to do so.

In the end, Deimon won with a score of 27 – 28. By one point, Deimon took the game.

They didn’t win because of Sena.

They didn’t win because of Monta.

It wasn’t just one person that made them win, nor was it fate or luck or the goddess of victory. It was everyone working together, letting their hearts and dreams collide into one. They wouldn’t have won if a single person had been missing.

Ojou was crushed, as anyone would be. Most everyone on the field had erupted into tears, even the level-headed Takami. It was just too much to take.

As you stood off to the side, watching the game finally came to an end, you felt hot tears sliding down your cheeks despite how hard you tried to stop them. You felt so many different emotions that you thought your heart would explode.

You were happy that your team had won and was that much closer to the Christmas Bowl.

You were sad because your cousin’s team had lost, despite putting up such an amazing and heart felt fight.

You were angry and depressed because you knew you’d be leaving them all soon.

You had come to Japan when you were ten years old to live with your cousin, Seijuro Shin, because you weren’t happy with the way your life was going back in America. You had managed to live there peacefully and happily for a while, but you knew it wouldn’t last.

Less than a day ago, you had received a phone call from your father. He was so angry, yelling at you for running away from home. He said he had enough of your little game and demanded that you come back to America where you belonged.

Everything was set up.

You had her bags packed.

You had your plane ticket.

And your flight was scheduled for midnight.

You felt happy that you got to stay long enough to see such an epic battle between Ojou and Deimon, but you were upset that you were losing everything. What did you have in America besides a broken home and a delinquent lifestyle?

Your friends, your family, was in Japan.

Your happiness was in Japan.

You didn’t want to leave, but… you had no choice. You chose to keep this a secret from everybody, even your cousin, because you knew that they needed to focus on their training and focus on their games. You couldn’t let them worry over something no one could control.

You really hated it. You were about to lose everything. Yet, there wasn’t a single thing you could do to change that. You had never felt so powerless.

You sat quietly in the corner, your glassy eyes staring blankly at the table you sat at; you felt so numb, so empty, like there was a black nothingness in the pit of your stomach. You could just faintly make out the yells and cheers of the Devil Bats on the other side of the room, celebrating and laughing, all happy over their victory and too pre-occupied with the party to notice you – something you were more than thankful for.

“Oi, what’s your problem?” Hiruma asked, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips and eyebrow raised. There was no grin on his lips, just a questioning look.

“A-Ah, It’s nothing.” You forced a smile, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of your head. “I guess I’m just feeling tired.” Before Hiruma could respond, you stood up and pushed past him. “I’m sure some fresh air will clear my mind.”

Hiruma stared at your back as you left the building, an odd feeling creeping up the back of his neck.

Shaking your head, you slammed your fists against the wall of the building outside, feeling anger pool in your stomach. It had started to rain, pouring down heavily on your shaking form. Even the cold drops couldn’t cool off your burning body. Night had fallen by now, the street lights illuminating the dark streets and making the rain glisten almost supernaturally.

Normally, you would have enjoyed being out in the rain, but you were too upset to even notice, despite the fact that your dripping locks clung to your face while your clothes clung to your body.

You didn’t noticed. You were too focused on the aching pain in your chest – why did it feel like your heart had been removed?

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you began to drag yourself down the street, your lifeless eyes staring at the ground. Your plane would be leaving soon and you had to get back home before Seijuro and grab your bags.

Deciding that you couldn’t just leave, you wrote a note bearing the words I’m Sorry and left it on Shin’s desk. You knew he’d find it and then find out from his parents that you had left the country. He’d then tell Sakuraba and the others, and it would eventually spread to Deimon.

It was cowardly, leaving a note instead of a face-to-face goodbye, but you knew you’d break down if you attempted such a feat. You figured this was the easiest route to take.

✖♱✖

You sat completely still during the whole flight, your eyes staring blankly out the window. You felt nothing but a dull aching pain in your chest, everything else had become numb. Your mind was hazy; you couldn’t even think straight.

Even as you entered the car your father had sent to pick you up… Even as you entered your old home, trudging up the stairs and falling face first onto your cold bed… you didn’t feel anything.

It was almost like a dream passing by in slow motion.

But you knew this was no dream.

It was real and there was nothing you could do about it.

You knew, even if you couldn’t admit it, that you would never see Shin or your friends ever again.

A strangled sob left your lips as the tears poured from your lifeless eyes like a waterfall, falling down your reddened cheeks before staining the pillow.

Will this pain ever cease?, you found yourself wondering.

You stared out the open window, watching the water drops fall from the dark sky.

Watching the rain fall, hearing the sound of it crashing against the roof… you smiled despite yourself, but it didn’t last long. A new wave of pain washed over you as the realization set in.

You had just lost the most important things in your life – Shin and your friends.

The rain was your only comfort, and that just wasn’t enough.

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139 Dreams ☁ 16th Dream {Useless – Koutarou & Tsuna 1/2}

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☁Koutarou Sasaki & Tsunayoshi Sawada¹☁


“Are we there yet?” You groaned, dragging your feet across the pavement of the sidewalk.

Tsuna sighed, glancing at you. “No, not yet.”

“How long have we been walkin’ anyway?” You questioned, hiking up your book bag before it could fully slide off your shoulder.

“About fifteen minutes or so.” He mused, doing the same to his own bag. “We should be there soon.”

Sure enough, only seven minutes later, you reached Bando High School where your math tutor was waiting for you both. It was late in the afternoon, and most of the students had already left – minus the few who stayed behind for club activities. The sun was low on the horizon, setting off the sky with hues of oranges and reds, and even a few traces of purple.

“Where are we supposed to meet this guy?” Tsuna asked, looking back and forth across the school grounds.

You ignored his question, heading towards the football field. The younger male followed suit, his brown eyes blinking curiously at the group of high schoolers that were practicing on the field.

“The… football field?”

“The guy tutoring us is a member of the Bando Spider’s American football team.” You glanced at him before looking back at the field.

“S-Seriously?” Tsuna couldn’t believe that a football player would be the one tutoring them. It was hard to believe that a jock would be smart enough; but that stereotype was blown out of the water long ago when Deimon made it’s debut.

A pink haired male with a guitar was the first to notice you. He called out to another boy wearing the #99 Jersey who walked over a few minutes later, taking off his helmet to reveal a mess of spiky purple hair. He pulled something silver out of thin air. Being in the mafia (and being slightly paranoid), Tsuna let out a high pitched hiieee and took a few steps back, staring at the object in the male’s hand, which largely resembled a pocket knife. The purple haired male flicked his wrist, a click following.

Instead of a blade popping up, however, a comb appeared in it’s place. Raising it to his dark hair, he combed through it while striking an odd type of pose. “You’re very smart-looking! Student of Deimon High and student of Namimori Chuu.”

Tsuna nodded, staring at the comb in shock. “H-Hai.”

“Ah! I remember you!” The male grinned, moving closer to you. “You were there when I visited Deimon awhile back.”

You blinked, the memory floating to the surface of your mind. “Oh, yeah. The Grease Spider.”

“G-Grease Spider!?” He fumed, a vein of anger appearing on the back of his head.

You ignored both him and the pink haired male, who let out a chuckle of amusement at your words. “Can we get this over with?”

The boy composed himself, combing through his hair once again. “I should start by introducing myself. I am the #1 kicker in all of Japan, Sasaki Koutarou of the Bando Spiders!”

“….”

Hearing no response, Koutarou opened his eyes. An outline appeared where the two previously stood, blinking three times before disappearing. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He yelled, following after you. He stopped when you turned around to face him, eyes narrowed in a glare and a scowl set on your face.

“Look, Grease Spider. I don’t care who you are or what you do. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible, savvy?”

Koutarou stared at your back as you walked into the school building. He wasn’t sure how to feel or react, but he definately did not like your attitude. How did he ever get caught in such an un-smart situation?

“S-Sorry about that.”

Koutarou moved his dark eyes to the younger male who shifted nervously under his gaze, staring down at his shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. Was this boy intimidated by the kicker?

“She’s really bad at math… everyone always says it’s a miracle that she’s made it into her second year of high school with her math grades as low as they are. It feels kind of… pointless to her, so she isn’t too happy about it.” He looked up, mistaking the older male’s curious expression for one of disappointment. “D-Don’t get me wrong! It’s not that she hasn’t tried! She’s tried really hard for years, but she just couldn’t get it down, so she eventually gave up.”

“Then why am I here?” Koutarou mused, looking down at the brown haired male.

“You’re her last hope. The teachers say she won’t graduate if she doesn’t bring up her grades. She doesn’t seem to care, but my mother does.”

Koutarou stared after Tsuna as he ran to catch up with you, the words he had spoken still lingering in the air. “Yosh! I’ll prove how smart I am by teaching this un-teachable girl to do math!”

✖♱✖

You and Tsuna entered Koutarou’s homeroom class, as he had asked, and pushed two of the desks together before sitting down. Koutarou took a chair and placed it in front of the two desks, sitting in it backwards with his arms propped up on the back of it.

“Since you’re in high school,” he pointed at you, “and you’re in middle school,” he motioned towards Tsuna, “both of your work will be different.”

You scoffed, looking to the side and muttering Genius under your breath.

He glared at you but said nothing on the comment. “We’ll start with the hardest first.”

You let out a groan as he stared at you expectantly. With a sigh, you pulled your math book out of your bag, dropping it onto the desk with a scowl.

Koutarou brought the book closer, opening it to the right page and looking over the homework that was due tomorrow. “I want to see how far you are. Can you solve this problem?” Grabbing your notebook, he opened to a blank page and wrote down the problem on the sheet before sliding the book back to you.

You looked at it blankly before your eyes narrowed in a glare.

5(-3x – 2) – x – 3) = -4(4x + 5) + 13

“Can you solve it?” he asked after a few minutes of watching you attempt to catch the paper on fire with your glare. He ran his comb through his hair, his eyes watching you carefully.

Your eye twitched as you attempted to contain your anger. “This… is completely… useless. Who the hell needs to know stupid shit like that in every day life?!”

“You have to learn it to pass.” He responded, grabbing the paper back from you and beginning to explain how to solve it.

With every word that left his mouth, you felt your restraint slipping little by little. Your annoyance levels were raising at a rapid pace and you could feel your fists clenching.

“You’re a smart-looking person! You should be able to figure this out, it’s an easy math problem!” He complained, trying to regain your attention.

“Easy? Easy!? This is not easy math! It’s bang-your-head-against-the-wall-until-it-bleeds math!” You growled, slamming your palms onto the desk.

He scowled. “That’s so un-smart.”

Tsuna called your name softly, gripping onto your shoulder and trying to calm you down – it did nothing, as your anger had already reached its peak.

“Math. Is. Useless!” You growled, picking up the thick book before throwing it at the unsuspecting purple haired male. It hit him dead in the face, sending him flying off the chair and onto the tiled floor. He sat on the ground, knees bent and eyes closed. One hand was held to his face while the other was flat on the floor to hold him up. Small, owww sounds slipped from his lips accompanied by a few groans.

Tsuna scolded you, rushing over to Koutarou. “Are you okay, Sasaki-san?”

You blinked in surprise before your lips curled up into a grin. “I’ll be damned… I just found an actual use for math books!”

Tsuna and Koutarou stared at you blankly.

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139 Dreams ☁ 15th Dream {Unexpected – Sakuraba}

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☁Haruto Sakuraba☁


Haruto Sakuraba.

A pretty boy pop idol working for an advertising company and playing American football for the Ojou White Knights.

Constantly being hunted down by reporters and rabid fangirls.

Bearing the weight of being Ojou’s Ace, when he clearly was not (despite having tried to keep up with that reputation).

A teenage boy with no clue what direction he wanted to take. In his opinion, the football team would be better off without him. Seijuro Shin was the real ace of the team, after all, and Sakuraba just couldn’t compare, no matter how hard he trained.

At his current level and emotional un-stability, you would have to agree. If he felt like he wasn’t good enough to be on the team, then he really wasn’t.

Sakuraba’s main problem was the fact that he stood at a forked road with two different paths leading to two different futures.

Road #1 was his career as a poster boy, clad with fame, fortune and screaming fans.

Road #2 was his interest as an American football player, which wouldn’t gurantee fame, fortune and screaming fans, but did gurantee happiness at getting to play a sport that he genuinely enjoyed.

Since he strongly believed that the team did not need him and would be better off without him, he chose road #1. That is until he remembered the promise he had made to Torakichi Nanpa – a little boy who was in the same hospital after being in a car accident and a fellow football player. After that, he returned to the field, reborn as a new person. He gave up his job at Jari Productions and put everything he had into playing football. Just because he couldn’t catch up to a natural born player like Shin did not mean he couldn’t play to the best of his ability.

Naturally, it was unexpected for the pretty boy to cut his hair, but that just proved how serious he was and how much drive he really possessed. It was impressive to you and Takami because you both understood the meaning behind it. Otawara found it extremely amusing. While Shin… well, Shin never even noticed… At least, not until Takami pointed it out, then he just stared in disbelief…

It wasn’t unexpected that Sakuraba had lost his entire fan base because he quit his job and cut his hair. His fan girls only liked him because of his looks and the fact that he was famous. They didn’t know anything about ’em after all. They only wanted to get in his pants so they could say they slept with a pretty boy who happened to have fame and money.

You were surprised at the unexpected turn in events at the White Knights vs. Punks game. You had thought that all of his fans had been lost, but you were mistaken. The original three girls that had found him when he first stopped by Deimon to do some scouting were still his fans. Of course, they were in shock at the fact that he quit his job and buzzed his hair, but they were still die-hard fans.

You had to give them credit. Maybe, just maybe, not all fangirls were psychotic morons who only wanted to get laid by someone hot and/or famous. Maybe… fangirls weren’t as bad as you originally thought.

Once the game ended, you approached the three in the stands, a grin on your face.
“I’m actually pretty impressed with you three.”

“Eh?” The three females blinked in confusion, not understanding why you were impressed with them.

“Despite the changes Sakuraba has gone through, you three are still die hard fans.” You gave them a thumbs up, closing your right eye, “Keep it up. He loves the support.”

The three stared at each other before stars appeared in their eyes. They rushed you, grabbing onto you and shouting various things, all of which were centered around Sakuraba.

“He loves us?!”

“He knows we’re the ones cheering him on right?!”

“Does this mean he knows we exist?!”

“Introduce us!” That one was chorused by all three.

You sweatdropped, slowly attempting to move back away from the horrifying girls.

Okay. You were wrong.

Fangirls are horrifying, merciless rabid monsters that need to be locked away in cages!

“Sakuraba!! Help me, damn it!”

Sakuraba blinked in surprise, looking up to the stands where his friend was being hounded by three very obsessed fangirls. He sweatdropped in response, sending you an apologetic smile before dashing away. He finally managed to escape his fan base; you had to be crazy to think he’d go back.

“Damn you Sakuraba! Just wait ’til I get my hands on you, bastard!”

“Don’t you dare hurt, Sakuraba-sama!” The girls glared at you, ready to attack.

You gulped, chuckling nervously before taking off, the rabid dogs following close behind with a murderous intent in their eyes.

“That was unexpected…” Shin muttered, watching as you were chased throughout the arena.

Takami, who figured he was using sarcasm (as most people would in this situation), chuckled in response, pushing his glasses up. “Well, it was pretty obvious that was how it would end.”

“Really?” Shin blinked at the bespectacled male in disbelief, though his face remained stoic.

“Y-You were serious..?” Takami sweatdropped.

Shin simply nodded.

Oh lord, please help this hopeless team…

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139 Dreams ☁ 24th Dream {Torn to Pieces – Ciel}

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☁Ciel Phantomhive☁


When you first came across the blue-haired boy, he was a mere shell of himself. His matching blue eyes were dull and lifeless and his voice did not want to work for him. You found him in a dark alleyway, knees tucked tight into his small body. His clothes were torn and dirty, as if he had been wearing them for a while.

Despite how lifeless his eyes were, you can see sadness lurking deep within their depths. It was clear to you that something tragic had happened to this boy.

Of course, being the bleeding heart that you were, you decided to take him into your home – the fact that he went with you so willingly worried you.

You borrowed clothes from the neighbor’s kid and showed the boy to the bathroom. He didn’t know how to turn the water on, which puzzled you. It wasn’t the only thing, either; the most basic of tasks stumped him, yet he still remained stoic. There was a small spark of wonder and curiosity in his eyes when he found the TV. Had he never seen one before?

Everything this boy did made you wonder who is he and where he came from, what hardships he faced in life. He still wasn’t speaking, so you offered him a pen and some paper. His brow furrowed in confusion as he examined the pen – he didn’t know what it was. Did that mean he didn’t know how to write?

“Like this.” You gently took the pen from his hand and wrote your name in a messy scrawl.

His eyes widened and he mouthed something you didn’t catch. He took back the pen and wrote something beside your name: Ciel. His handwriting was neat and elegant like none you had seen before.

You stared at it for a moment, starting to feel self-conscious. Though you hadn’t put any effort into writing your name, it looked absolutely horrid next to his beautiful script. “Ciel? Is that your name?”

He nodded lightly before touching down the pen once more. ‘That’s all I can remember’, he wrote.

He must have amnesia, your brow furrowed in concern. “Don’t force yourself, it’ll only do more harm than good. Don’t worry,” you set your hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly. “You can stay here as long as you need to. I’ll keep you safe while you recover your memory.”

He stared up at you for a moment before nodding softly. It only lasted a brief moment, but you were sure that you saw some warmth in his eyes. You knew at that moment that you hadn’t made a mistake. Even though years passed without him recovering any of his memories, you never once regretted taking the boy into your home.