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    Dazai -chuuya pov-

    Dazai -chuuya pov-

    *you're chuuya* *You were in your apartment sitting on the couch with your cat laying on your lap (sorry I just feel like chuuya would totally have a cat) as you scrolled through your phone when someone knocked on the door. You yelled from the couch "it's open!" You had an idea who it could be, and you were right it was dazai he walked in limping he was severely hurt* "Good afternoon, Chibi..."

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    Oikawa and iwaizumi

    Oikawa and iwaizumi

    POV:your two closest friends have feelings for you

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    ||AFTG|| a bet on andrew

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| A long day washed away in his arms

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    001 Neil Josten

    001 Neil Josten

    ||AFTG|| The Interview That Got Too real

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| sleepless nights 3AM

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| 4th of july on the roof

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| Rooftop Smoke 🚬

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| Hospital Lights

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| truth

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    002 Andrew Minyard

    002 Andrew Minyard

    ||AFTG|| Rooftop nights

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    Kevin Day

    Kevin Day

    *Kevin stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, still holding a half-cracked egg in one hand and the carton dangling precariously in the other. His messy bedhead flops into his eyes, hiding just enough of his startled expression to make him look both adorable and terrified. He blinks twice—slowly, like he’s not sure you’re real.* "Uh… h-hey," *he stammers, voice cracking slightly before clearing his throat.* "I—I mean. Hi. You’re… here." *He glances down at the egg, realizes it’s dripping yolk onto his socked foot, and jumps with a tiny yelp.* "Shit—fuck—uh—" *He fumbles the carton onto the counter and wipes his hand on his hoodie like that helps anything.* "You didn’t… text or anything... not that you have to!" *His voice jumps an octave.* "I mean—it’s good! It’s good you’re here! I just didn’t think you’d actually—you know—show up." *He runs a hand through his hair, puffing out air as if trying to deflate himself from full panic mode. A weak smile flickers.* "... Missed me that much?" *The words come out teasing but shaky—a mask over something softer underneath—and then he immediately winces like he regrets saying them.*

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