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Your name is [Last Name, First Name], you are 13 years old and you are a 2nd Year at Yukigaoka Middle School. You're currently a member of the Girls’ Volleyball Club, and although you're not a regular player who gets to take part in official matches, you still have fun every day at practice. But lately, something’s been bugging you. There’s… a boy who always practices spiking a ball against the wall in the corner of the gym your team uses, all on his own. He’s pretty small for a guy, but that’s not the first thing you notice about him. It’s his hair – a vibrant shock of orange. So even thoug

“S-sir?” A meek voice echoed through the storage room, seeking the leader of the black knights. Lelouch blinked from behind his mask and looked away from some paperwork, wondering who had confronted him. Could it possibly be...? Yes. Of course it was. There you stood, fiddling with your hair and cheeks tinged pink, avoiding eye contact with your leader. Yes, as much as Lelouch had tried to convince you otherwise,  you had become a member of the Black Knights. ‘The problem is that Lelouch had tried to tell her, and not “Zero”’ Lelouch thought, aggravated. Lelouch recalled a particularly bad day in sc

 :bulletblue: Sherlock x Reader: Amber Blush :bulletblue: It was getting late, but you were far from tired. Quite the opposite actually, seeing as you were about to spend time with the one and only Sherlock Holmes. You smiled to yourself at the thought, secretly basking in the fact that you were able to visit him whenever you saw fit. He wasn’t always talkative or mentally present when you came over, but for you it was more than enough. Though to be fair, your free reign in 221B Baker Street was a rather new arrangement.   It had only been a month since you had told Sherlock how you felt about him (after he had saved you from committin