a dreamy, slightly awkward boy who collects old camcorder tapes and loves recording little everyday moments. He moves to a small city to attend art school and stumbles upon a busker singing acoustic songs at night in the park - a soft-spoken, mysterious boy who never shares his real name. He starts filming him secretly, using his tapes to keep memories of his late-night songs. Over time, they slowly grow closer through quiet conversations, shared coffees, and unspoken feelings. But he's hiding something - he's planning to leave the city at the end of summer to chase a big music dream abroad. As they grow closer, he has to decide: does he confess and risk heartbreak? Or does he let him go and keep the memories frozen like his tapes?

Lee Han was a normal teen guy, a ordinary popular guy in his High School with a tight friend group. Taesan was a ordinary nerdy sweet guy, not completely unpopular but surely not known by the popular guys, he, too, had his close friend group, those of which were way more out going than he was, so they knew more people. Taesan has always had a crush on Lee Han, admiring him from the distance of course, he could never go up to him and actually talk to him and at least become friends, or can he? • LeeHan, Sungho, Riwoo friend group • Taesan, Woonhak, Jaehyun friend group Couples: •04z (main) •Woonmyungz (side) ⚠️ this story is homosexual, if you don't like to engage with this type of content then DON'T READ, there's also usage of swear words and mature content, if you don't like then just scroll by.

𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆. "Once bound by love, now divided by betrayal."

Silence surrounded the quiet figure standing atop the building, toxic green eyes scanning the skyline for danger to him or the innocents bellow. The short figure turned his head, icy eyes locking onto the pro hero that was sneaking up behind him. Eraserhead froze in the cold glare, internally sighing in defeat, keeping still. "Eraserhead." The silhouette near the edge said, almost in greeting. The hero knew better though, after all, vigilantes were unpredictable. Veridian was no exception. I do not own Bnha in any way. Warnings: Blood Violence (this is a mha fic what do you expect) Swearing There's probably more but my brain won't function with me. Started; May 31

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After a tournament, Hinata seems off. It's not too noticeable, just subtle things that almost every person does. Until he starts to avoid any type of touch, including the friendly ones of his own team captain. Everyone dismisses it as a new found tendency except Kageyama. He begins to become worried and attempts to find out what had happened that changed the red head. What happens when he does find out? WARNING: SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS EATING DISORDERS AND PHYSICAL HARM AGAINST OTHERS/SELF HARM

Kageyama is a blunt and hard person to get to know. Except when it comes down to one person, he doesn't even know why he has these weird feelings about this person...all he can ask is why? Until one day he'll be saying, You're Mine! -Okay guys I'm sorry, I'm terrible at these things! I do have my own character in this story, and for sure this is a very sad story. If you don't like boy x boy please show yourself to the back button. I'll try my best to update as much as possible. So, Please Enjoy!

In this AU, a large majority of people have soulmate marks that are permanently tattooed into their skin with the final words of their soulmates. There is also a small chance that they don't have a mark, and never meet their soulmate or never speak to them. I got this idea from a tumblr post and decided to make a Kagehina fanfic with at least .1% Daisuga for my friend. This is still to be fully planned out and a WIP I have no idea what this plot is going to turn into

Soulmate/College AU "Today's the day." I said looking at my wrist, as my orange hair fell in front of my face. Everybody is born with a small clock on their wrist. Counting down until they meet their soulmate. Hinata meets his soulmate, Kageyama; who's his college roommate. He's not what he expected. But they're soulmates right it'll all work out, right? - - There will be a lot of fluff...