Ndrv3 Oneshots(NO SMUT)

I Greatly Dislike...

Cars:

(WARNING! CAR CRASH MENTION)

Rantaro's POV

All teenagers like things like money, houses, dogs, and a bunch of other useless junk that they'll get bored of in the span of 2 months. 

They especially want that stuff once their sweet age of 16 hits.

I never exactly knew what was so sweet about the age of 16, since it only really meant that you were 1 year closer to dying, and that life would only get harder from there.

It only took me 4 years to start hating cars, and when my parents asked me if I wanted one, I turned it down.

I had seen all about car accidents, and the way that people just...died off so easily...

I didn't want to be like them, so...From the early age of 12, I swore to never come in contact with a car for the rest of my life.

As rash as it sounded, it was probably for the better. For a person like me, anyways.

Bicycles:

(WARNING:CUSSING!)

Kaede's POV

Bicycles. The bane of my fucking existence.

Sure, I'm not one to cuss, but bicycles make me want to cuss so badly, Miu will be impressed. I don't even want to impress her.

To cut it short, when I was younger, I was always into the piano. My sister, the athletic twin, decided that chubby Kaede should go ride a damn bike!

Oh wait, no! Sister Kaede shall go ride in a FUCKING BIKING MARATHON WHY NOT.

Yeah, she pushed me into a bike marathon, and almost got me run over by multiple professional bikers, 'big deal' in her perspective, by the way.

I now dislike her greatly, and I hate bicycles with a passion.

Whitetip Reef Sharks:

Ryoma's POV

I'll cut this short. When I was around 6 years old, my younger self accidentally pushed a button in the aquarium, making me and about 20 other guests fall into the tank. Out of 21 people, including me, only me and 8 others survived. I never told anyone I was the cause, and I still think that I have a ways to go before I can rid myself of the guilt.

Taking Days Off:

Kirumi's POV

As a maid, it took a few years in denial to realize that I had trust issues. It didn't exactly matter who the person was, but if I was serving them, I'd serve them until the service is fulfilled. Leaving in the middle of a service used to be okay for me, until a certain client...yeah, I'll explain quickly...

Around the time I had successfully gotten notice from many higher ups through my work, more jobs continued to pile upon me. I could no longer withhold all the tasks, as a normal maid who had not yet earned the right to call herself the Ultimate Maid. So, I had decided that I would take a well deserved break on one of my shifts. Of course, my client accepted my request to retire for an hour or 2, but that is where things went downhill.

I had gone to a cafe to get together with a well known friend, and we spent a relaxing hour conversing, until it was time for me to depart.

As I neared my client's destination, I had noticed that there was smoke coming from the 10th floor's open window. I also noticed numerous pedestrians gathering up, some with phones in hand, calling emergency services. I dashed inside, ignoring many protests, and speed up the stairway, and onto the 10th floor.