Subtleangst storie

This fanfiction takes place in a partially alternate universe and follows the students of Class 1-A through their everyday lives - focusing on relationships, personal dynamics, and subtle tensions. It is not about big battles or heroism, but about what happens between the characters: friendship, love, guilt, closeness, and distance.The story is based on my own ships and headcanons. Some relationships are open and loving, others are complicated and unspoken. The focus is particularly on quiet moments, glances, gestures, and what is left unsaid.

Modern Colony is full of laughter, flirtation, and harmless chaos. At least, that's how it looks. Behind the jokes and exaggerated smiles, four lives are quietly drifting apart. Anita and Vibhuti share a connection that is too deep to be casual and too forbidden to be real. Angoori loves with a purity that doesn't ask questions, while Tiwari mistakes possession for security. No scandals. No dramatic affairs. Just the slow, suffocating weight of feelings that are never spoken aloud. Parde Ke Peechhe explores emotional infidelity, unfulfilled marriages, and the silent choices people make to remain "respectable" while breaking a little every day. Because sometimes, the real story isn't about who ends up together but about who learns to live with what they lost without ever having it.

Simply a compilation of quotes, poems, and the like telling all the unknown and untold things that happened at various points in my life - In other words, these writings have been created because I needed to vent somewhere and I cannot keep my thoughts as caged within the walls of my heart as I'd like. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some of these writings are a bit repetitive due to poor imagination, but please bear with me. Anyways, I'd also appreciate it if you don't steal my work, but if you'd like to feature it somewhere let me know. Thank you very much. Enjoy reading I guess •w• - shotsofvodkaandscars

Okay hey this isn't my first time uploading/publishing but this is my first book I don't cringe while reading myself (I'm not saying it's good or anything that's opinionative)

No matter what... Even if he was rolling in a pile of dog shit... Even if the pain brought by life was hateful... Even if he was filled with nothing but despair... Faced with death, it meant nothing. He would endure. Being alive is best. Such was the unofficial motto of his life. An immutable fact engraved upon his soul. No matter the flowery language which disguised the desperation. Kim Rok Soo had decided long ago. He would not be the main character of a story. Not only did he lack the desired strength to fight the world, good people always drew the bad end off the stick. There was no reason for him, who had discovered very early in life he was unlovable, to force himself to be what he was not. Being loved, cared for, happy. It was all meaningless in the face of death, not to mention survival. And in the name of survival, Kim Rok Soo would use whatever means required of him. Surviving the longest he could. What he wanted didn't matter, not even the peace he so desired. As the clock struck twelve, Kim Rok Soo made a deal with a devil. "Free the yearning of your soul." "Isn't that too easy?" It was a questionable deal. Far too broad for the specific outcome the Devil desired. Trained eyes honing in on several loopholes to fulfil it without satisfying the devil. Freedom had a multitude of existing definitions. Yet the devil appeared unaware of its foolery. "That is your only task." "I accept." There was nothing to lose. He who had nothing, had little reason to hesitate. A malicious gleam appearing in reddish brown eyes. Should the result be unsatisfactory, he could always just flip everything over. Before him, the silhouette of the devil shivered.

In a world built on calculation and control, Ayanokouji believed relationships could be managed like systems-stable as long as the structure held. When Kei finds something he never learned how to give, Ayanokouji is forced to confront a truth he cannot outmaneuver: some losses are not failures, but consequences. This is a story of quiet fractures, uncomfortable growth, and the moment when letting go becomes the most deliberate choice of all.

Before Capri. Before the lemon tree. Before the line is crossed. In Paris, Philippe Dubois prepares to leave his wife and infant son for what should be an unremarkable business trip. What lingers instead is the sense of a life held together by precision, habit, and restraint, on the brink of a miscalculation that will change everything.