Doing the dishes always sucked, but music made it better. You knew the dorms were empty, since it was the weekend. Everyone was out, or so you thought.
Your favorite song blaring in your ears effectively blocked out any soft noises.
Roughly 20 minutes later, Shoto came into the kitchen to ask you a question, but stopped at the entrance. Seeing you sing and dance so freely painted a gentle smile on his face and set his heart aflutter. He couldn't wait to have you sing and dance in a place you two would call home.
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The Book for Weebs
FanfictionEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
