Youji3

"He says for you to come out," Yukie Shirofuku, one of Fukurodani's other managers informed you through the door of the bathroom stall. "I can't. I'm too embarrassed. Tell him to go enjoy the party himself. It's not as if he was the one that did anything wrong," you muttered from your current hiding place. You could hear Yukie-chan sigh and then grumble something under her breath before exiting the girls' restroom again. Leaning your forehead against the stall door, you squeaked out a very quiet scream. You could kill Bokuto right now. Him and his big mouth. You hadn't realized he was right behind you in line at the buffet. He was being un

"He says for you to come out," Yukie Shirofuku, one of Fukurodani's other managers informed you through the door of the bathroom stall. "I can't. I'm too embarrassed. Tell him to go enjoy the party himself. It's not as if he was the one that did anything wrong," you muttered from your current hiding place. You could hear Yukie-chan sigh and then grumble something under her breath before exiting the girls' restroom again. Leaning your forehead against the stall door, you squeaked out a very quiet scream. You could kill Bokuto right now. Him and his big mouth. You hadn't realized he was right behind you in line at the buffet. He was being un

Feather light brushes of warm air against my eyelashes wake me from my rest. I find it odd, since I usually am a very heavy sleeper, and it takes a lot of noise or movement to wake me up. On times like these, I might open my eyes and investigate what might have roused me, but this time I feel way too comfortable and warm to want to move. The soft puffs of air move over my eyelashes again, and I turn my head and move forward a bit to avoid it. After moving a couple of millimeters forward, my nose brushes against something soft, but still firm underneath. I rub my nose against it again to see what it is, thinking it might be the spine of a boo