A series of oneshots with an extremely OOC Haise and a nutcase of an author who clearly doesn't know what's a genre
This fic contains: fluff, angst, shitload of "what the actual fuck was the author thinking?" and a firetruck (coming soon)
IK THE MOMENT EHEN EVERYONE IS DOING PUNS AND U ARE THERE AND UR BRAIN CAN'T FREAKING THING
I bet he ate a banana and then didn't throw the peel away and I slipped on it.
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I have no intention to read HP.
Percy Jackson still has me hooked.
Please, he went to one of the best colleges in Japan. I guarantee he is way smarter than...me.
*Arima twirls away*
Me a week later: last week I got mugged by a god damn ballerina. She tried to make me pass away, then the bitch spun away.