3 Works by severalbees
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But his eyes. Oh his eyes. They were bright, sparkling with intelligence. Their color was rich, and Daichi looked into them, and he felt warm.
He then abruptly realized that he had been staring at this boy for at least two whole minutes with his mouth agape, like an idiot, and that he was definitely being spoken to.
~EDIT APRIL 2025:
This fic has NOT been discontinued, author has just lost writing motivation. Final chapter WILL be posted eventually, timing is just dependant on motivation levels lol.~ -
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From the perspective of the Karasuno Volleyball Team's starting players, their teammates on the bench are there to be backup and are endlessly supportive. The bench itself tells a different story, one of five little shits who have spent far too much time together to be anything other than friends with a pastime of vicious mockery and a penchant for watching bad films.
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Tadashi gave a tentative smile. “It’s nice to meet you both.” He turned to the remaining player, who was still watching the match intently. As Tadashi opened his mouth to introduce himself, the boy spoke.
“If Tanaka spent half as much time on his serves as he did on maintaining his hair and ‘threatening aura,’ he might be able to aim a serve literally anywhere else than right at the libero. But no, Ryuu, by all means, tell me more about your razor settings and the time you spend running through dirt for your aesthetic.”
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Gay Panic? In This Economy? by severalbees
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
02 Dec 2021
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Hanta laughed, and grinned at him. “Well I’m glad that even if I’m so stupid that I still fail, at least I won’t have totally wasted your time!” He laughed good naturedly, but was cut off by Iida.
“Sero-kun,” he said, looking intently into Hanta’s eyes. “You are many things, as I have realized while spending time with you. Stupid, however, is not one of them.”
Hanta sat in the silence that followed, a silence that felt like it was teetering on some sort of precipice, waiting to fall into… something. Hanta wasn’t sure what. He stared at Iida’s eyes, compelling and intense, and inhaled suddenly as he felt his stomach do something funny.
He’s… really pretty, Hanta realized suddenly, unwilling to look away from Iida’s face. Oh shit. Oh no. Don’t do this, Hanta.