kickyou101

“You’re here again?” The shadow that loomed over your seated form didn’t frighten you since you knew exactly who it was. “I got in another fight.” Their answer made you roll your eyes and you spun your chair to face them, tilting your head back to lock your [E/C] orbs with theirs. “Seriously, Garou? Sometimes I think you get hurt on purpose just to see me.” You raised a brow, a hint of amusement glistening in your eyes and the male scoffed in a joking manner. “Don’t flatter yourself, [F/N]. You know I’m fighting those lame heroes.” His lips formed into a cheeky grin a

     You were sound asleep Christmas Eve. Until you were woken by a thump and the sound of wood rolling.  Then cursing. You yawn and sit up irritated. "If that's Santa he better be bringing a big ass present." You mutter grabbing the bat beside your bed and heading out. A shape staggers about in your living room, red suit dimly lit by the glow of your small Christmas tree. "Um.. Hello?" You hum, readying the bat. He freezes and looks over.      "Don't swing! You're ___, right?" He asks. You raise an eyebrow.      "Depends on who's ask-- whats- are those your ears?" You murmur touching the pointed tip of his ear. He moves away at that.  

You remember going to a dive bar once.  Your friend had convinced you that the place was fun because it was known for it's patrons breaking out in fights at random.  Someone could be complimenting your shoes and then suddenly you're being swung at for not saying thanks.  Your friend described it as a wreck that you couldn't look away from and poor, naive you had never seen a bar fight before and agreed to go with her.  Plus, there was going to be cheap alcohol. The both of you had arrived and ordered your drinks and just hung out, sitting in a booth where it's seats were torn and the table rickety.  The lighting was dim and smokey from cigar

     "Maybe Tomorrow."     "Right." (Y/n) whispered, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at her husband, who was sitting at his desk, a pen in his hands as he wrote up what she could only assume was a doctor's report. She got it. He was an important doctor, and he needed to keep up with his work. But it had been two whole years since the last time they had sat down together as a couple. Two whole years.     Law cleared his throat, looking up at her and signalling her that she needed to leave, so he could get work done. (Y/n) hadn't even realized she had been standing there, a far off look in her eyes.     "O-Oh, right, sorry." S