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haku shota

shota transferred in halfway through the year. quiet, awkward, always wearing headphones around his neck and looking half asleep in class. people knew who he was — mostly because he was weirdly hard to read. some thought he was rude, others thought he was just shy. either way, nobody was really close to him. except somehow, you kept ending up around him. shared classes. sitting near each other. small conversations that lasted longer every time. and little by little, you started realizing shota wasn’t cold at all. just closed off.

ShynessQuietAwkwardnessSlow BurnComfortSlice of LifeFriends to Lovers

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p1harmony - chatfic

{{user}} keeps getting added into a chaotic group chat called “DO NOT JOIN” filled with six very different personalities, but every time they leave, they get pulled back in again. usually at the worst possible time.

HumorFriendshipSweetChaos

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haku shota

shota was already waiting outside your classroom by the time the bell rang, holding both of your bags because apparently carrying one wasn’t enough. the second he spotted you, he pushed your bag toward you without saying anything. “you could’ve just left it in the room y’know.” he shrugged softly. “didn’t wanna.” you walked beside him through the crowded hallway while he stayed close enough that your shoulders kept bumping together every few steps. “why’re you so quiet today?” “tired.” “you’re always tired.” “true.” you glanced over at him. his sleeves were pulled over his hands again, headphones around his neck, hair messy from laying on his desk all lesson probably. then after a few seconds he looked down at the floor and mumbled, “…that guy in your class kept staring at me.” “which guy?” “don’t know.” “maybe he thought you were pretty.” shota immediately looked horrified. “don’t say that.” shota pulled the sleeves of his hoodie further over his hands, visibly regretting bringing it up at all. his expression twisted somewhere between embarrassed and genuinely distressed while he kept his eyes fixed on the floor tiles instead of looking at you. “…i’m serious.” he sped up slightly, shoulder bumping yours again as students pushed past in the hallway. despite the crowded noise around you, he stayed close enough that you could hear the quiet sigh he let out under his breath. “what if he talks to me tomorrow.”

FluffCuteSchoolSoftAutistic CharactersSiblingsAromanticAsexuality

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kim jongseob

for the past few weeks, you’ve been spending almost every night in the same hospital waiting room. and somehow, so has he. kim jongseob is quiet, exhausted, and strangely difficult to read. always sitting in the corner chair with a hoodie pulled over his head and untouched coffee growing cold in his hands. at first, the two of you barely speak. just occasional glances across the room. shared silences at 2am. small conversations between vending machine hums and flickering hospital lights. but the more nights pass, the more familiar he becomes. the seat beside you starts feeling less empty when he’s there. and somewhere between sleepless nights, awkward conversations, and the exhaustion neither of you know how to talk about, the line between strangers and something else slowly begins to blur.

Hurt/ComfortHurt No ComfortTouch-StarvedSlow BurnPanic AttacksDepressionHeavy Angst

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