Burnt Out

i'm just saying. when yae miko finally becomes a playable character, she should have an alternate sprint where she shifts into her fox form.

irrational

feat. Akaashi

note: insecurity

It’s been a couple of days since anyone’s seen you. You had this habit to seemingly drop off the face of the earth and avoid everyone around you.

At the same time, you were absolutely hoping that someone took notice of your absence to check up on you. But of course no one did. You knew it too. You couldn’t just throw yourself into seclusion and expect others to know what your exact feelings were if you didn’t express them in the first place.

But in a moment where you were feeling absolutely empty, would there be any space for rationality?

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sakusa kiyoomi ⇄ inner child.

synopsis : rich bf!sakusa feeding you your inner child as you've been together ever since.

warnings / tags : gender–neutral!reader, fluff, self–indulgent, omi as the sugar daddy that we’ve dreamt of, please tell me who made the rich bf!sakusa so i can credit them.

your friends always wonder, “do you have a sugar daddy?” you always answer with a “yes” jokingly. they do not know who he is, you just let them wonder and guess who your great significant other is.

you and sakusa got together when he was at his peak at msby, nearly there where he just graduated from high school and you were in your 3rd year.

he doesn’t mind spending his money on you, he does not care about one bit as he just shrugged it off as if he is just spending a small amount of money like a hundred thousand yen to dollars? just some pennies for him, that is how rich he is.

when you told him you never got anything you wanted in your childhood, he had the urge to spoil you. not only did he want to love you, but he also wanted to serve you.

what else would you want to spend the money on? of course on food and— sakusa doesn’t have anything against it.

“are you sure you can—” “omi, are you underestimating me?” you gave him your side eye which he just nodded, eating some of the food you discovered on your instagram, of course, you shall take some pictures of it to post on your food gallery in ig.

sakusa also gave you his black card every time he was not home, practicing for a game.

as mentioned, you kept your relationship with him for some... years that your friends wonder if you have a sugar daddy of course, you and kiyoomi decided to publicize your relationship by cheering on him in a live game— as he was being interviewed, he mentioned you as one of his inspiration and what keeps him going.

after that, your friend's jaw dropped, asking you for proof as if kiyoomi didn’t just post you on his my days in instagram after the interview which they eventually believed in.

he always loves to look at you— especially your eyes whenever he gives you something that you wanted for so long, he just falls in love with you deeper every day.

he is also a softie when it comes to you, he is always like that, a person that is uninterested in other people except for you;

“omi, thank you so much!” you squeezed the plushie that he gave you so randomly, when you looked at him, his eyes softened whilst looking at you and suddenly, he spoke something.

“let’s go out on a date, right now.” he stood up from your bed, waiting for you to get ready.

“so sudden?” you wondered as he nodded, taking your hand where he caressed the back of your hand with his fingers.

“but i’m in my pajamas!” you added as he huffed in annoyance, making you chuckle.

“will be fast, alright?” well, he doesn’t have any choice. if you decline his date out offer, he will pout— eventually.

well, let’s just say sakusa took you out once again to a fancy restaurant, letting you choose what the two of you shall eat, he was the one who offered the date then you will be the one deciding what to eat. he is always like that. also telling him where to go next the whole evening.

after all, he just wants you to see you smile, that already makes him melt— always. too bad, he cannot resist you for any reason, and softie kiyoomi will always be whipped for you.

꒰ IN ANOTHER LIFE PT.2 ꒱

or in other words, the role you’d play in his and someone else’s love story…

↳ note ⨾ repost! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst/kinda fluff? ↳ parts ⨾ one :: two ↳ feat ⨾ oikawa, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kuroo, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, akaashi, daichi, kageyama, sakusa

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ ── the best friend

you’re alone in your room when you hear a knock at the door. it’d been days alone without your best friend and although the quiet was somewhat peaceful for you to get work done, it was more suffocating than anything. you weren’t expecting any visitors, so with furrowed brows and slight hesitance, you reach for the doorknob. pulling it open, you’re somewhat surprised at the sight. oikawa raises his head, staring into your eyes with every emotion you’ve been yearning to see since that girl entered his life. i’m sorry, he apologizes, pulling you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. i was so dumb he repeats and you can’t really understand why he’s giving you that last comment until he finishes, i’m so dumb for not noticing.

ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ ── the villain

you step back from chasing him. it’s obvious that no one wants the two of you to be together given the circumstances of this wretched love triangle. were you even allowed to call it that? you’re probably only seen as a friend to him…especially since his childhood friend seems to have such a special place in his heart. he doesn’t quite read the signs though, because as soon as you give up and he notices the lack of your presence, he finds you after class and stands before you with eyes of concern. he knows you’ve been avoiding him for a reason and frankly, he doesn’t like it. so when you come clean about what everyone says around you, he frowns and takes your hands in his. i don’t care what everyone else wants to think. i like you and that’s what matters.

ʚ TSUKISHIMA ɞ ── the one who was too late

you take a step back from him soon after you learn about his relationship. he doesn’t notice at first. how could he? he has his sights on someone else, someone more significant. someone who had the confidence to confess to him at least. yeah, he knew about your little crush on him. but being that you were going to do nothing about it, he shouldn’t pretend to care either. so why was the lack of you bothering him so much? he starts looking for you around the halls, maybe near your locker or talking to a classmate. but it appears as though you completely disappeared. were your schedules so incompatible that you made an extra effort to see him? he should’ve noticed that you were showing you cared, albeit no words were said. he comes to the conclusion that he was the coward, the one lacking the confidence to tell you how much he appreciated you. he gives the girl an apologetic frown to the girl he’d been seeing who waves him off with a smile saying, i thought i sensed something between you two. go to her. so he does.

ʚ KUROO ɞ ── the ex

he scrolls through his own feed, a feeling of phoniness rising through him. the kuroo in the pictures are smiles galore, an exact reflection of the girl beside him in those pictures. but as more time passed, he realizes just how hard he was working to keep a facade up. how did one coffee date become a relationship? sure at the time he thought no harm of it, the two of you were on a break anyway, but now that it’s escalated to something much greater than something casual, the thought of your reaction has been plaguing his mind. he remembers how understanding you were, how hopeful you looked encouraging to take the time he needed while you waited. so there he goes…and then does this? god, he can’t even look at himself. but he has to make it right. which is why he comes clean about everything to the girl he’s currently seeing and then makes his way over to your place, this time with a sense of purpose. he took a break to find what he needed. but time away made him realize that what he needed all along was you.

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ ── the used one

it doesn’t hit him at first. it isn’t until he starts to realize the little things about his day have changed; he waits at his locker for that big smile he grew to adore, he searches through the stands of the volleyball stadium for those bright eyes, yet he doesn’t see them anymore. why should he? you were in his life for one reason only and now that your job was done, he shouldn’t be expecting those sights… when you hear about the breakup, you’re shocked, to say the least. you both put so much effort in making the girl notice him and they didn’t even work out? so now not only did it cause your heartbreak, but it was also a waste of time? your question is answered after class when before you can leave, the door is closed shut in front of you. from behind you, atsumu mentally thanks suna for aiding him in his plan. it’s been a while, he says, signature smirk finding its way on his face but one look at his clammy hands shows he’s more nervous than anything. you spin around to face the boy and wait for his next words. can we talk?

ʚ OSAMU ɞ ── the rebound

the cycle soon begins again…the distrust, constant frustration and arguments. it isn’t until he shouts y/n would’ve never done this! that he realizes just how badly he fucked up. so with a final goodbye, – he reiterates final because he’s sure he’ll never fall into the same empty void again – he leaves his former ex girlfriend and walks straight to your apartment. he doesn’t expect you to take him back, why should you? he treated you like you meant nothing after everything you’ve gone through… but it never hurt to try. so that’s why he’s kneeling at the foot of your door, begging for everything you had to forgive him. he’s sorry and you know it. he spews out numerous apologies and with a heavy heart, you invite him inside for some coffee.

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ ── the matchmaker

your stomach twists at the grin bokuto sports when you ask him to meet you at the diner after his practice. you’re sure it’s a platonic smile, how could it not be? the plan was simple, get the two to meet unknowingly, without you, and just watch their story unfold. you could scoff at the hallmark-ness of the situation. as the evening passes, you’re stuck in your room, nervously biting your nails as a dreaded feeling fills your stomach. if things go as planned, your friend will have a boyfriend…god, why can’t you feel happy for her? the next day comes and you’re still in mystery about what happened the night prior since your friend never messaged you like she said she would. you greet her in school and with a sad smile, she motions over to the captain on the other side of the hallway. he’s got something to tell you, she says and laughs when you stare in worry. don’t worry, i kind of figured it out…i’ll be fine. full of confusion, you walk over to bokuto and at your appearance, he sends a wary smile. y/n, you got a second?

ʚ AKAASHI ɞ── the second choice

awh, i’m sorry i was paired with someone else already, your friend says sadly when akaashi asked to be her partner for a project. you and y/n can be partners! you avoid his glance because you’re far too tired to see the look of disappointment that probably flashed in his eyes. akaashi agrees to be your partner and the two of you meet in the library for the next few days. it’d been a while since he spoke directly to you and he can’t help but feel bad. how come he never realized how smart and caring you were sooner? he finds himself gazing at you as you nervously chew your lip, deep concentration written on your face as you work and looking over at you in class during lessons. he mentions hanging out with you more often following your project and with a stiff nod, you accept. he’s observant though and asks about your look of discomfort. and then there you are, admitting your inferiority complex when standing next to your best friend and akaashi feels his heart sink. i’m sorry if i ever made you feel that way. you’re worth way more than that and i’d like to show you that, if you’d let me.

ʚ DAICHI ɞ ── the friendzoned

he can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong. you’re not as active while participating in conversations with him; you give mere head nods with a smile never reaching your eyes. he doesn’t know what’d wrong until sugawara has to break the news to him. she likes you, you dummy. i think she’s giving up on her feelings for you so that’s why she’s keeping her distance. the words echo in his mind for the following few days, guilt building up in his stomach. was he really blind to your feelings for him? he sure liked using the friend card on you and never did it occur to him that it probably hurt to hear those words again and again. now that he knows, though, he can’t seem to fight the blush on his face. he was never aware when someone liked him so you being his first? what did you even like about him? was he sweating? did he look weird? god, how weird you suddenly made him feel. it isn’t until one day you ask him if he’s alright because he’s looking rather…constipated, that he blurts out you’re making me feel weird! you open and close your mouth a few times, looking away so he can’t see the disappointment in your eyes. wait, wait, that’s not what i meant. i meant it like, looking at you makes me feel weird? no, that’s not right either. look, suga told me you liked me and since then, i also might feel something for you.

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ── the neighbor

you’re kidding, you think with a frown. why did today out of all be the day your mother invites the neighbors for a meal? so, kageyama ends up in the seat in front of you, fiddling with his utensils and avoiding all eye contact with you. yep, it’s awkward because it’s been so long. your mothers gush about how much the two of you have grown since you were little and take a trip down memory lane, spewing whatever childhood stories of you both that they can remember. by the end of dinner while you and him wash the dishes, most of the tension seemed to subside. so girlfriend, huh? you can’t help but blurt. kageyama profusely shakes his head. nah, nah, that didn’t work out… he mumbles, looking back up. you? with a scoff, you shake your head. kageyama rubs the back of his neck, pausing from drying the dishes. it’s really nice to see you, by the way. maybe we could see each other more often?

ʚ SAKUSA ɞ ── the rival

part of you curses the universe for making you realize your feelings toward him so late and ultimately, too late. you couldn’t even find it within yourself to participate in your usual competition. having to look at those deep frowns and listen to those insults you usually had a rock hard shield for? hits different when you like the person doing all that…even following his and his girlfriend’s eventual breakup, you couldn’t face him. in class, he hides his chin in his sweater, looking over at you ever so often, wondering why on earth you weren’t in his face, waving around another perfectly scored exam. hey, he mutters after class, looking down at you flatly. you, recognizing the voice, shrink down in your seat, bracing for the impact of whatever rude words he has for you. what’s wrong? you quickly blurt that nothing’s wrong but he can see right through you and asks again. feeling overwhelmed with how stern his expression in, you blurt out in a quick breath that you can’t find it within yourself to bother him anymore because you feel something for him. you slap a hand over your mouth in horror at your confession. but he doesn’t sneer like you thought he would. his shoulders relax and with a light sigh, he mutters, you had me worried that something was actually wrong, dummy.

clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!

it's late.

in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.

or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.

footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.

he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?

what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?

he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.

"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"

"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.

you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."

"it's 3am."

"and?"

"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."

a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."

"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."

that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.

"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.

"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."

a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.

you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."

"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.

"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.

"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"

"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."

"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."

"please don't blow up the house again-"

in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.

he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle

bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.

you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.

he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.

as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."

a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."

"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.

“hello, my love.”

shouto todoroki’s morning voice makes you swoon — it’s rough around the edges and soft in the middle, like a sweet melody for your ears.

“good morning, shouto.”

you admire him in all of his glory; his hair is slicked back since he took a shower and it’s still damp (you can clearly see him pushing it back, annoyed huff leaving his lips. the thought makes you smile). he’s shirtless — toned chest almost glittering under the golden sunlight — but wearing loose tweed pants.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, chops some melon and places it on a plate as you walk over to him.

“splendidly well,” you wrap your arms around his waist, bury your nose into his chest — he smells like peony and rose water body wash and feels soft, smooth. you’re embraced by comfort. you look up, grin at his pretty face. “and you?”

shouto leans down to kiss you — a kiss that tastes like tea, a sweet little kiss that makes you smile even more, wakes you up for the day. “also splendidly well. someone was clinging onto me and they continued to murmur they were cold, so. it was an eventful night.” he shrugs.

you hop on the countertop as he goes to turn on the stove, takes out some eggs from the fridge. there’s a tiny smile on his face and it’s contagious as hell.

“if i remember correctly, you were also hugging me closer to you.”

“oh, so now i can’t hug the person i’m marrying?!”

you giggle like a lovesick fool. “you’re impossible, mr. shouto todoroki.”

“i get that a lot in the office.” he wiggles in between your legs and you swear his eyes are in the shapes of hearts. and then, quite suddenly, he’s holding your chin — thumb grazing your bottom lip, making you taste the fruit he was cutting.

it’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but you hear it either way — i love you. and he plants a kiss on your lips, wraps his arms around your waist.

with a kiss from his lips you go to heaven and speak to god. with a touch from his hand your soul shivers.

his forehead rests against yours and it feels like you’ve become one for the thousandth time. he smiles, almost giggles. “okay, let me make you some breakfast.”

you feel loved. and you think it’s because you’re drowning in shouto todoroki’s love. and he feels the same way, too, lets you know in these little moments.

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When You and Katsuki Argue

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader

Genre: angst, comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Bakugou making you cry??

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A/N: My requests are open! <3

You and Katsuki were on your way back home from Kirishima and Mina’s house warming party, let’s just say you and Bakugou were at each other’s throats during the whole party. Kirishima took Bakugou outside to get fresh air, and Mina took you in the kitchen to calm down as well. The reason why you and Katsuki were fighting was over the most unbelievable thing, it was usually like that but this time was just not the same as the other fights. Katsuki drove you both home and it was dead silent and awkward, you were looking out the window and snuggled into the seat avoiding to make eye contact with your boyfriend. “So now you aren’t gonna talk to me?” His gruff voice spoke out, “What do you think?” You spat back at him making him scoff “You are acting like a child right now.” You rolled your eyes “Oh really, like you weren’t at the party?” “You we’re the one that started all that fucking bullshit!” He raised his voice, “You were the one that started it you dumbass!” Bakugou chuckled in annoyance making your eye twitch, “Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like you play victim all the god damn time we argue.” You mouth dropped “Excuse me?” You spat at him, “You fucking heard me.” There was a stop light giving Bakugou more time to throw vicious words at you, “You always wanna blame me for shit that you started, then you wanna play the fucking victim. Well guess what princess, that shit isn’t gonna work all the fucking time.” He gave you a sarcastic smirk before turning his eyes back on the road, your eyes widened at his words. You felt a lump growing In your throat as tears clouded your vision, you sniffled making Bakugou jump back to look at you. He winced as he saw your broken feature, “Baby, w-wait I- “D-don’t.” You flinched as he reached for you, you turned your body away from and snuggled into ball. You sniffled and hiccuped the whole ride home making Bakugou’s heart break,Bakugou cursed at himself.

Bakugou pulled into the driveway of your home, he turned off the car before looking at you. He leaned his hand on your back rubbing soft circles, you flinched at his hand before relaxing slightly. “Baby.” You didn’t answer, you sat up slightly before reaching for the door of the car to get out “Hey, babe wait.” You ignored him as you got out the car to walk to the door of the house, you didn’t even bother to close the car door. Bakugou sighed before rubbing his hand over his face groaning “You’re such a fucking idiot.” He cursed at himself before getting out the car, he saw you leaning against the wall waiting for the door to open. Bakugou had the house keys making you grumble in annoyance, Bakugou closed your side of the door before walking towards the door of the house where you were waiting. Bakugou looked at you with frown as he saw your tear stained face, Bakugou unlocked the door. As soon as the door opened, you dashed inside. Bakugou looked up at the sky groaning again, he knew he fucked up.

Bakugou decided to give you time to relax before speaking to you, you locked yourself in your shared bedroom as Katsuki was downstairs preparing himself to apologize. His heart broke hearing you hiccup slightly, Bakugou just wanted to kiss you and hug you tightly. He build enough courage to walk upstairs and finally talk this through, he knocked on the door before speaking. “Babe, it’s me, can we talk please?” “Go away.” Bakugou heard the tears in your voice and felt like a dick “Please baby, I wanna apologize for how I acted. I think we both misunderstood each other princess.” You sighed quietly before unlocking the door and opening it, you crossed your arms and looked down at your feet. Not bothering to look at him. “Thank you baby.” He sighed in relief, before reaching out to hold your face. You shrugged away making Bakugou frown, he reached for you again. “Hey, look at me.” He said softly, you shook your head as you hiccuped. “Babe, please?” You sighed before slowly looking up at his crimson red eyes, Bakugou winced seeing your teary red eyes. “Baby… I’m sorry for blaming you for the whole incident, I think we both made a mistake.” He wiped your tears with his thumb before leaving a long loving kiss on your forehead “I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered, “Hey, stop don’t apologize.” “But I started this bullshit, I- I’m the reason that we fought at the party, I ruin everything.” You began to cry more, Bakugou pulled you into his chest making you sob. He hushed you quietly as he rubbed your back and kissed your temple multiple times. “Y/N, this whole thing isn’t your fault. We both didn’t listen to each other, we misunderstood our wording baby. I’m sorry for saying that it’s your fault when it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have said that, I just got caught up with us fighting and the frustration.” He rubbed your shaky back as you inhaled his scent, his sweet caramel scent calming you. “I-I forgive you Katsu.” You looked up at him, he looked down at you giving you a soft smile. “Thank you babe, I forgive you as well.” He leaned down to kiss you once, twice, then three times making you giggle. “I love you, you know that, right?” He said as he swayed your bodies back and forth softly “Yes, Katsuki, I know that.” You chuckled making him chuckle back, “Just next time, can you please control what you say?” You said with a slight nervousness, Bakugou ran his fingers through you hair before speaking. “Yes babe, I promise.” “Good, because if you pull that shit again, I’ll cut your dick off.” Bakugou chuckled “Roger that sweets.”

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SIMPLE COMPLICATION, MISCOMMUNICATION

cw: arguments aren’t fun :( suna is bad at communicating :( reader is frustrated and a tad insecure :( angst to fluff tho i swear, i was mad so i took it out on paper (and on rintaro)

The small crack of light creeping through your curtain feels equivalent to the burn of a hangover. 

The clock reads a reasonable almost ten in the morning, but your body dismisses the concept of time and aches for twelve more hours of sleep. You barely slept last night, tossing and turning for hours on end, all because of your stupid boyfriend. 

Suna’s terrible at communicating, no matter how many times you tell him. He’s human, prone to making mistakes and having his fair share of wheels that need greasing, but his avoidant communication skills are often the core of a handful of your arguments.

This time around, he’s been away for the week traveling with EJP—and while the travel is nothing new, you’ve only received a single phone call and four texts within the past week. 

Waking up with a pounding headache, you instantly groan at the thought of pulling yourself out of bed. Rintaro won’t be home for another day, which means another night of no sleep and spiraling worry. 

At this point, coffee may be your only saving grace.

Trudging into your kitchen with knotted hair and morning breath, you barely even open your eyes as you mindlessly navigate your way to the savior that is your coffee machine. 

However, your apartment isn’t as empty as you left it last night. 

“Yikes,” an unsuspecting yet familiar voice practically wheezes at your appearance. “You look like you slept well,” the voice oozes of nothing but sarcasm and instigation. 

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