23 Jun 2021
"What kind of joke is this?" He asks him. Maybe his earlier deductions were wrong, and this boy really is a new addition to Song Minwoo's group. Maybe they told this 'Yoo Jonghyuk' to pretend to do this, to trick him. This boy, way out of his league by looks alone. They must've caught a glimpse of the protagonist's name from his screen, while he was reading.
What a cruel joke.
Kim Dokja's face twists. He pulls his wrist, trying to dislodge 'Yoo Jonghyuk.' The grip remains steadfast.
"It's not a joke," his immaculate eyebrows furrow, creating wrinkles. "Why would I joke about my name?"
"Let go of me," he near growls. He looks away from the boy's face.
"How do I convince you I'm not joking?" He asks.
"Hey! Stop, where are you bringing me?"
What the hell.
"Are you going to force feed me garlic or something? Poison food and give it to me?"
True to his words, they go to the store around the corner. Kim Dokja can't believe this decrepit bastard.
While it might not be by everyone, and Kim Dokja might not even think it --
He is loved.
This is a story in which Kim Dokja is loved.
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
12 Dec 2020
Hiraeth, Edward reads, a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or never was.
Slowly, he blinks at the word he's stumbled across -- the word that so thoroughly describes his life. It's ironic that he's only finding this word now, late at night after he's just woken up from one of his more morbid nightmares.
In which Edward and Alphonse go to Musutafu, Japan, against their wills --
Note that they meet some very interesting people.
The day Lila infiltrates the Agreste mansion under the false pretense of helping Adrien goes... a little differently.
15 Jan 2019
Sometimes, it's hard to remember Edward's age. It's hard to remember what he's been through, him and his brother both.
It's usually the strongest ones who have seen the most.
04 Dec 2018
This - this was the end.
Or at least it had been.
Izuku was too disoriented to know.
He didn't know where he was, and when the ash colored sky had disappeared and been replaced with the soft peach hue of his bedroom ceiling.
He didn't know how all the flames surrounding him had simply vanished into nothing.
He didn't understand why his mother had burst into his room, asking why he had been screaming. Why she worriedly asked him what was wrong.
Couldn't she see?
Everything was wrong.