|I've been getting really into sports anime recently, but if you want my old hetalia works they're still on here.|
countdown [maki yousuke]Soulmate Timer AUcountdown [maki yousuke] by gydachariad
What worries you the most about your game against Sensen isn't the giant pitcher; it's that your timer seems to be counting down to that game. Your soul mate is going to be at that game. What if they're part of Sensen? Will you be able to bat well if you know that your soul mate is on the opposing team? Hopefully it's just someone in the crowd that will come to congratulate you after a game well played. That sounds much better.
Twenty hours, fifty-four minutes, and one second until you meet your soul mate and you’re absolutely anxious. Please let it be someone in the crowd. You’re so worried that you toss and turn all night, watching as your timer hits twelve hours. Goodbye sleep.
On the bus ride the third years chide you for looking so tired, but you brush them off and say you’re fine; once the game starts you’ll be energetic again. It isn’t until Haruichi catches you glancing down at your timer that anyone realizes why you
flirt [maki yousuke]"Maki-chan, what the heck! Who gave you permission to get so tall!"flirt [maki yousuke] by gydachariad
It's hard for you to believe your childhood friend shot up to be almost 6'5 since the last time you saw him. The two of you have been close since you met in elementary school, but after being zoned for different middle schools it became harder and harder to see him, although it didn't stop you from texting and calling often.
Finding out that he was also going to Sensen was the best news you heard in years. On the first day of school you're standing out by the tree in front of the school like he had asked when someone taps your shoulder.
You almost didn't recognize him.
"Hello [Surname]-san. It's nice to see you again."
He's just as formal and polite as ever; you reach up to poke his chest and remind him that you've been friends for six years, he can call you by your given name.
"I'm sorry [Name]-san, and to answer your question no one did. I thought you found tall men attractive, or has that changed?'
"Of course it has
M O O N W I S H E R [hinata shoyo] O N C E U P O N A M E M O R YM O O N W I S H E R [hinata shoyo] by gydachariad
Sometimes when you glance up at the moon, you feel your lips pull into a soft smile. It was on the night of a full moon at a party your best friend was holding for her bridal shower when you met him - a young man on your university’s men’s volleyball team with vibrant orange hair and a smile that could blind the sun. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, and when his golden brown eyes connected with yours a soft beeping sound startled you, and looking at the pearl-colored timer on your wrist, you felt your heart soar and you met eyes with the young man whose timer was also emitting the same sound.
You had never understood how or why everyone was born with timers counting down to the day they met their soul
forte [sawamura eijun x reader]Sawamura Eijun is anything but humble. Ever since the first day of school he's been screaming and ranting on and on about how he's going to become the ace of the baseball team and how Furuya is going to go down and maybe actually stop ignoring him.forte [sawamura eijun x reader] by gydachariad
Sitting a few classes down the hall from Sawamura's classroom, you can't help but wonder what kind of strength his vocal chords have to be able to resound so clearly for such a distance. Being in the college-prep classes you figure that you could probably do the math if you wanted, but it's not worth it. If it wasn't for your best friend Haruichi you wouldn't even have met Sawamura. At times like this you wonder if it was even worth it to meet him.
It doesn't help that everyone in your class giggles and makes comments about you dating the loud boy down the hall because every day without fail he bursts into your class and invites you to eat with him and Haruichi, and every day you say yes.
Sawamura Eijun may be a very loud, very prideful guy,