[ COMPLETED ] "I'll be there for you Mari" After Marinette attempts to confess, she finds out that he likes someone else. It entirely tears her apart. By a coincidence, Chatnoir was by her side and comforted her. Over time, they start to grow close. Will she remain with an old love or start anew?

Atsumu owns a flower shop across from Sakusa's tattoo parlor. While they thought that no one was looking, they liked to steal glances at each other. Nothing seemed to change until Atsumu decided to get a tattoo to make a conversation topic with Sakusa. But Atsumu doesn't know that the tattoo appointment he booked was with the tattoo guy he has a crush on. Things are going well, but when past trauma is slowly brought to light, will it still say the same as it was? Trigger Warning: This story may contain some very serious topics such as su1c1d3 and s3lf-h*arming. If you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Akaashi and Kenma can't wait for a brand new start at their new university, especially since they met two workout buddies that caught their eye. (Inspired by an AU post I saw on tumblr...I think the user's name was oikawtf...so by no means was this my original idea, just the basic plot and such...ya know?)

The nerd Kiyoomi Sakusa met the Popular Atsumu Miya... What could be built between them anyway? Is it love or hate? Does secrets build or destroy friendship? When will they realize love exists between them or will they ever realize? Read the story to find out.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was germaphobic and really hated other people in his personal space, was forced to have fun by his friends at a bar but turned into a mess when he started to get dizzy and blackout. He woke up in an unknown place, on a bed with an unknown stranger. He left the person without their knowledge and just went on with his life. 5 years had past and Kiyoomi still dreaded that day. "This is your new assistant." The most boring-looking man I've ever seen. He wore a baggy turtleneck white sweater that was mid-thigh long. He wore thick foggy, round glasses. I couldn't even see the color of his eyes.