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Bertholdt focused all of his attention on the litter of old bread crumbs on the table, occasionally grinding them between his fingers to give the illusion that he was doing something other than sitting awkwardly by himself. His head was bowed to avoid eye contact with anyone in the dining hall, as well as conceal his pink face. He just couldn't help turning a bit red when he thought abou-- "HEY, LANKY!" Bertholdt nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the sudden impact of a heavy weight next to him. He let out an undignified squeak at the unexpected movement, even though he knew Reiner would come eventually. "J-Jesus, Reiner." Bertholdt

We solemnly swear We're up to no good With Dungbombs and frogspawn The four of us stood Moony, the werewolf Always brave and wise Young in his bones Yet old in his eyes Wormtail, the rat With potential and use His betrayal killed many But he got his dues Padfoot, the dog Who was loyal and brave He would die for his friends No matter how much he misbehaved Prongs, the stag Born talented and clever Would die for his family Loyal, forever Though they all perished They are not truly gone With each passing generation Their legacy lives on

He hadn't minded doing what he did, but he resented the fact that now he was doing it just to get your attention. You didn't respond to anything other than bad boy attitude, and Hanamiya had bad boy attitude in spades. The only problem was, you were the only person who he had ever wanted to be something… else to. Something more. He wasn't stupid. He had understood the feeling as soon as it had appeared. Seeing you in the hallways at school had made him want to shove you up against a locker and mark you so that those looking at you knew whose you were, but he hadn't. Seeing you on the streets on his way home from school had made him wan

You had just moved to Tulsa, and your family had the bright idea to live in the Northside. You begged for them to get a house in the middle of it all, but they refused. They said it was ‘too expensive.’ Right. You guys always lived in the middle. Why stop now? You sighed as you thought over it all, throwing your possessions onto your bed that had been placed in the corner. You hated this new room. You hated this new house. You hated this new city. You hated this new state. You hated everything right about now. As you pulled a plain black shirt from your suitcase, you growled in annoyance. You hated blank things. They mocked you. Y