After years at different magic schools your dad wants you to finish your last year at Hogwart. Why? Because he’s a professor there. Professor Snape. You arrive expecting distance. What you don’t expect is Draco Malfoy quietly losing his composure the first time he hears your laugh again. Once, your families were close enough that the Malfoy Manor gardens felt like an extension of your own home. You and Draco spent entire summers together before life pulled you in different directions and letters slowly stopped coming. Now he’s older, careful where you remember him reckless, all polished edges and controlled expressions — except around you. It starts subtly. Lingering glances across the Great Hall. Draco sitting beside you like it’s habit. Theo is kind to you in a way you’d never expect. Blaise teases you like you’ve always belonged there. Somewhere along the way, their corner of Slytherin starts feeling dangerously close to home. Astoria Greengrass notices the shift long before either of you admits it aloud.
A student at mahoutokoro, you’ve finally returned home for the summer, like you do every year, the summer before 7th year. You’re excited to reunite with your best friends. Draco, Theo, and Blaise, best friends since you were 3, neighbors. They call you “menace.” Pansy too. Even though you don’t see each other in the school year, you write to each other at least once a month. Your families have all turned into one big family at a result, Theo and Blaise have always been brothers to you.
Group projects. The bane of your existence. Your class on artifact management for your Museum Studies minor. That is until you find him in your group. Tall, blonde, sharp, witty, dry. Kei Tsukishima. And you have no problem letting him know how you feel and flirting with him. Especially since he’s stuck with you the entire semester.
A group chat with Karasuno’s boys volleyball team. Chaotic, messy, silly, roasting, teenage boys. As Takeda’s assistant, you’ve somehow been put into a group chat with the boys volleyball team. They start talking and figuring out who you are as you try to get their sizes for new sweatsuits… which doesn’t work so well.. because they keep getting distracted.
It’s the day before you leave for college. Your best friend, Tsukishima Kei, and you are sitting on your curb for the last time. The curb you’ve sat on for the last 13 years together living in the same neighborhood. The first time you’ll be apart in your lives. Across the country, across 3 time zones. Not seeing him anymore for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week. No watching him play volleyball. No him kicking you in your sleep as you share a bed. Your final goodbye.
After 3 years abroad at Mahoutokoro because of your dad’s business, you’re back to hogwarts for your final year. Reuniting with your best friends Draco, Blaise, and Theo. The transfer was only finalized a few days ago so you’re surprising them when you get there. You have to navigate your new life, figuring out where you fit back in their life, if you do at all. All while finding out that Draco, who you’ve had a crush on since you were 12, is talking to and likes another girl: Astoria.
You met him by accident—one random match that somehow turned into something you both kept coming back to. You have no idea it’s your enemy, the boy who relentlessly teases you in school. Tsukishima Kei.
In a timeline where the Battle of Hogwarts was lost, the Golden Trio stalled their fight, determined to find a better way to win against the Dark Lord. Muggleborns have been forced to cower underground in secret. Literally. And Draco Malfoy has been ordered to kill you.
You grew up attached that the hip with Tsukishima Kei. Sleepovers almost every night, physical affection like it was easy, families intertwined. Best friends. The bestest. You didn’t know who you were without him. But when you turned 18, you had to leave to Germany for your dad’s job. You sobbed for months, sobbed and cried and cursed the universe. You knew that it would kill your friendship. Because you didn’t know if you would ever come back. The day you left filled you with dread. You held him tight, memorized him, smelled him because you knew it would probably be the last time. The drive to the airport was silent, him holding your hand the whole way. You were shaking all the way there, sick to your stomach. And you left. He didn’t cry at the airport. Still you’ve never seen him cry. You clutched on tight and promised to keep in touch and call and said that you loved each other like you had millions of times before. And of course, leaving meant you could never tell Kei that you were in love with him like you were planning to tell him on the night of your high school graduation.
After 3 years abroad at Mahoutokoro because of your dad’s business, you’re back to hogwarts for your final year. Reuniting with your best friends Draco, Blaise, and Theo. The transfer was only finalized a few days ago so you’re surprising them when you get there. You have to navigate your new life, figuring out where you fit back in their life, if you do at all. All while finding out that Draco, who you’ve had a crush on since you were 12, is talking to and likes another girl: Astoria.
You’ve known Tsukishima forever—childhood neighbors turned inseparable, now living doors apart in your senior year college apartment. To everyone else, he’s cold, detached, impossible to read. With you, he’s steady in quiet ways: letting you fall asleep in his bed after long nights, making your favorite tea before you even ask, fingers slow and gentle as he rubs your back or hair when another date crashes and burns. He kneels to slip your heels on before formal events, always your default date, always there. You complain about wanting a guy who does all that—completely missing that he already does. He used to talk about an ex, someone nothing like you, but stopped when you never understood. He effortlessly calls you pretty but he could never like you, how, when he was in love with someone like her? Now he just exhales softly, watching you stay oblivious, and chooses to stay anyway.
Your family just shipped you to Japan and you’re starting a new school. You walk into the class in an unfamiliar uniform, environment, faces, and you’re the only person with dark skin. Or foreigner at all. Thankfully it’s an English school. You have to learn the new culture, ways that this school works, all while living in a new country. And of course, you get sat on the same seat bench, right next to, Tsukishima Kei. What happens when he slowly falls in love with you. Thinking you’re way too distracting to him because he can’t stop staring at you because you’re insanely pretty, and how much he realizes why he’s never had a crush before. Because apparently he has a type. Short, brown girls. Specifically you. You’re feeling awkward and alone and homesick. Especially since you never wear skirts. And you can feel everyone around whispering about you in a language you don’t understand. You just try to keep your head down and not talk to anyone but… of course.. it’s Karasuno high school.
You have spent your entire life preparing to become queen. Every step measured, every smile practiced, every word carefully chosen before it ever leaves your mouth. And in one week, on your twenty-first birthday, you will officially be crowned heir to the throne of Diansielle. The kingdom celebrates your future while the palace drowns in preparations, political tensions, marriage proposals, and whispers about what comes next for you Which is exactly why the introduction of your newest bodyguard feels like some kind of cruel joke. “Princess,” your father says during a council meeting, “this is Jackson Rhys.”
You never meant to get roped into this life. After all you don’t party and you stopped being an athlete long ago. So what business did you have with the men’s hockey team? You had a meeting with an interviewer so you had to pass in front of the athletic center when a white jeep pulls up to the curb and a girl rushes up to you. She tells you to do her a favor and to give a box to one of the players inside. When you do.. your life changes. Suddenly you’re intertwining into the hockey team and the captain’s life. Helping them with press and going to parties and even the locker room. How did you end up here? No clue.
You don’t mean to do it—you just need somewhere to sit on your first day, senior year already feeling too loud in this new school. Doesn’t help you showed up on the third day and the empty desk by the window looks safe enough. It isn’t. The room shifts when he walks in late, like everyone’s holding their breath, and you realize too late you’ve taken his seat. Jackson.
It’s a few weeks before you die. I mean that’s what’ll happen after having stage 4 cancer. You decided to stop treatment and live out the last few moments of life without feeling sick; and you’ll just peacefully pass in the middle of some random night after your body shuts down. You’re sitting in your backyard during summer break with Tsukishima Kei, your best friend of 15 years. Since you were 2. Of course you’ve been in love with him and he’s been in love with you for your whole lives, but neither of you have ever said it. He hates that you made this decision instead of trying to fight with treatment but he can’t do anything about it. But what happens after you die. Why can you see everything? And follow everyone around? And what happens when you feel like you can touch things?
You met Tsukishima Kei during your sophomore year of university, when you somehow ended up living on the same floor of your dorm apartments. What started as a handful of familiar faces quickly became a close-knit friend group, the kind that spends too many nights crammed into someone’s room, sharing food, complaining about classes, and slowly becoming each other’s home. You liked Kei almost immediately. You never told anyone—especially not after Aimee confessed that she liked him, really liked him. She seemed so sincere about it that you decided the only decent thing to do was step back. So you kept your distance, careful not to get too close or let yourself fall any harder. What you didn’t know was that Kei had liked you from the beginning, too. He only ever saw your hesitation, your deflection, the way you pulled away whenever things started feeling too personal. So he came to the only conclusion that made sense: you didn’t like him back. Now, entering senior year, you’re still friends—but somehow, the two of you keep finding your way into late-night conversations and quiet moments where it feels like he’s the only person who truly gets you. And you’re starting to wonder how much longer you can pretend there’s nothing between you.
For the first time, you’re going to a party as your boyfriend’s girlfriend. First time you’re letting his friend at Daichi’s birthday party. Tsukishima Kei, your boyfriend. To you this means everything: if he can handle you around his friends, if he can do pda, him and you in your first social setting together. Not knowing this means everything to him too.
You’ve been in a school with Tsukishima Kei for a few months now. He sits in front of you. He’s been nice as you transferred as a new student from New Jersey to Japan and being the only brown girl. And he realizes he’s never had a crush because his type is apparently short Indian girls, and he loves your skin color. You obviously don’t know this until one day you’re at the shoe lockers and he walks right up to you, right in front of you and declares. “I like you, I’m going to begin courting you now” and then leaves. Nothing else said. Now what’s going to happen?
Your boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, tells you he’s coming over to your house tonight because he wants to have a serious conversation about the future of you guys and where you’re headed. You’re super excited because you think he’s going to ask you if you wanted to live with him or propose. I mean, it made sense after 2 years of dating and now that you’ve graduated university. So you dress up pretty and cook and set the table romantically. Little do you know.. that’s not how the conversation was going.. and he was told to publicly break up with you for his volleyball career. For his public image with the team he’s been playing with for a year. They made it clear that he has to be single in the eye of the public and has to make sure that nobody can know we’re together.
At twenty-nine, you’ve spent the last few years rebuilding your life: finalizing a divorce, raising your two-year-old daughter, and burying yourself in your work as a supervisor at a science museum. Your days are structured, professional, safe. Then Tsukishima Kei joins the department fresh out of college at 22—assigned directly under you for his training period as the rest of the noobs. He’s clever in a way that gets under your skin immediately: too perceptive, too calm, too interested in you. What starts as harmless admiration turns obvious fast. Lingering after shifts. Memorizing your coffee order. Looking at you like you’re something precious instead of tired and complicated. You shut it down every time. He’s your trainee. Younger than you by seven years. Barely out of school while you’re balancing daycare pickups and custody schedules. To you, he’s just a kid with a crush he’ll outgrow. But to Tsukishima you’re his dream and the more time he spends beside you in quiet archives and late-night exhibit prep, the harder it becomes to ignore that maybe he isn’t a kid at all.
Right before your senior year your family moved an hour away to a different school, taking you away from your best friend Tsukishima Kei. Obviously you’re in love with him but you’ve never told him. You’ve been best friends for 15 years so obviously you’ve kept in touch but it’s been hard to meet up so far away. What you didn’t tell him is that you’d be showing up for his senior night.
Tsukishima Kei as your situationship you just have sex with. You met Kei at a party neither of you wanted to be at 4 months ago. You were only at that party because you’re close with Tanaka, a boy on the volleyball team. One thing led to another and you ended up drunkenly sleeping with Kei. The next day he made it clear that he didn’t want anything more than sex and I was fine with that because I knew he could never give me what I wanted romantically which is a sweet, calm, patient guy who loved romance and found the value in compliments and flowers and dates. And you knew you wanted that and wouldn’t sacrifice on that. But goddamn if he didn’t know exactly how to treat you in bed and manhandle you and worship you. So since then, you guys have regularly had sex multiple times a week.
