icey-angel

NPC, background character A, filler. At first, she was just a body in the peripheral of his vision, and it stayed that way for a long time, it seemed anyway. He wasn’t keeping track. When he finally took notice was January 3rd and the gym was extra crowded because everyone had a resolution to fulfill. There was only one empty treadmill and it was beside hers. When he passed her he saw, displayed in red digital lettering, that she had ran 22 kilometers and was well on her way to the 23rd. He subconsciously looked up at her face in brief disbelief to find that her breathing was barely disturbed. She wasn’t even sweating. Was she tr

They met through the sheer inelegance of Hajime rushing into the wrong lecture hall for the wrong class on the first day of their third year. He scrambled to the nearest empty seat, and as he did, there was almost an audible sound as relief settled over his form. She stole a glance at him, slightly bewildered. It wasn’t until half way through the lecture did she feel a renewed sense of unease in the chair next to her. This time, she tilted her head to look, only to find that he was looking right back at her. Are you okay? She asked in a slightly defensive tone. Um. He cleared his throat, then paused. She frowned deeper with impatienc

A scenery of baby pink. Cherry blossoms in full glory of the dewy spring morning. Wide eyed first-years in freshly ironed uniforms. The boy and girl and the exchange of gazes and smiles. She saw him, he saw her. She blushed, heartbeat disturbed. A love too great to be concluded in any less than an agonizingly dramatic shoujo manga series of seventy plus chapters. Was adolescence not a time of pure and innocent romance? Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), this is not one of those stories. It was, however, spring. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, they were yesterday, at least. Overnight, a dense and heavy rain came down from the cl

Mint Green The apology muttered under your breath was barely released when the taller boy replied with a “don’t worry about it”. You looked up at the man you had quite literally ran into, his fierce eyes were adorn with a ghost of a smile. Your clumsiness was only enhanced by your nerves first day on the base as a new recruit. The boy put his hands on your shoulders and moved you aside before hastily hurrying his way. “That’s Eren Jaeger,” the girl you had acquainted yourself with informed you, “he’s the titan shifter in Captain Levi’s squad.” You nodded in acknowledgement, ignori

She was an unpredictable summer thunderstorm. He was a constant light drizzle. She was an editor, a challenger, a ghost of wilderness that haunted the urban scene. He was an executive director, a nine-to-five worker, a man with a suit and tie constantly crisp and fresh and clean. She liked playing video games after half a bottle of Jack Daniels. He liked seeing his username ranked first on the score board. They met through her forgetfulness. When Levi returned home nearly 10pm, he found a girl slouched against the apartment door next to his. Her hair was hastily put up in a messy knot. She had on a white button-up, tucked into a dark grey pe

The art room was located enroute to the gym. Kuroo had a habit of walking at the side of the hallway against the wall, and she had a habit of abruptly opening and exiting the classroom door. For this reason, they had ran into each other (quite literally) countless times, before and after practice, in early mornings and in late afternoons, yet all they had ever exchanged was a quick glance and an apology muttered under the breath, at most a brief smile. What grade was she in? What class? He didn’t even know there was a girl this pretty in his school. Kuro found himself looking forward to passing the art room. Running into her would beco

You were a fashion blogger. He was the swim team captain. There were a lot of things you couldn’t see eye to eye, but most of them could be overlooked. Fateful encounters were preserved only for the privileged few. Your first encounter with Matsuoka Rin was fairly mundane. Turned out, his little sister was one of your faithful followers. Despite your love for all caps blog titles and bold lip colours, you were quite the introvert offline. Your placid face and the constant look of dismay (aka the resting bitch face), alongside your goal of making it through the semester without speaking to a single person in lecture, made it rather sur

1. Your name is your greatest virtue 2. The ultimate undoing 3. Devour 4. Here’s to your heart but not your wit 5. I knew, but sometimes, I wish I didn’t. 6. We all absurdly believed that love could solve all the world’s problems 7. Maybe I should have noticed. 8. We are all blinded people speaking blinded words 9. Pain can be deflected, but not removed 10. She lived on the dark side of the moon 11. On that day the sun never rose 12. Smeared lipstick 13. Paradise is burning 14. Sanity on clearance 15. Be my bridge to Terabithia

The abrasive, vulgar, and indifferent man was humanity's strongest. Rather uncharacteristic of his occupation as a soldier, he was a clean freak; and despite how he seemed, Levi had a side of morality and empathy. He valued the life of his comrades more than most would think. No one had ever overtly acknowledged his aberrant compassion, but the soldiers in his squadron all knew. Behind unuttered words and his constant look of dismay, the man was more caring than he gave himself credit for. Levi despised the Jaeger brat. His temper and rash desire for revenge was eventually going to become his own undoing. Between the two of them, Levi saw an

(spoiler alert) You froze on the edge of the backseat in the helicopter. Mycroft in front screaming into the speakers orders to hold fire. Sherlock had his hands up, his eyes squinting at the blatant headlights, never again looking up to meet yours. The red dots of laser scattered across his visage. The world dimmed its lights as the sun fell below the horizon. Sometime after, Sherlock’s face relaxed. The distress was gone. There was relief on his face but there was none on yours. Magnussen’s body laid in solitude beside Sherlock, features distorted in the gruesome mess of flesh and blood. The face of a man who pushed Sherlock to