Shiratoriaira Stories

Hiiro Amagi contemplates his life in a performance by ALKALOID as he has to perform a slow-dance with his partner Aira following the choreography, their roles being 'princess' and 'knight', as Hiiro gets a little too immersed into his role, mesmerized by the beauty of his teammate's smile.

Niwa Fushimi had lived the seventeen years of his life without regrets. Wait, why does it sound like he's writing a will? Well, if you look at how much his peaceful life had changed ever since he delivered those damned rice crackers to the Ayase Residency, he might as well just write a will. With no bad words though. He's a bit stiff like that.

No x reader or smut bc I ain't write that You can request stuff, but like, pls for the love of all things good and holy give me some kinda prompt/plot lol. I'm doing that symbol crap bc why not (if I put two, it's bc it's both lmao) ♡ - fluff ♧ - clover club the beautiful love ♤ - angst ◇ - headcanons HiMERU is love, HiMERU is life

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"Never knew that I could be the one for you. Can this be true? Too good to be true." You and your long-time best-friend-turned-boyfriend Aira are on a several day trip with both of your respective units. Upon arriving to your hotel room, you find that there's only one bed. this fic has been sitting here for like half a year staying unfinished, so i finally decided to give in and finish it. kinda dookie but oh well.