DawnMisty

“[Name], can you keep a secret?” your friend asked you in a hushed whisper; though you had glared at her with the utmost distaste, she released a carefree laugh at your silent anger. “I knew you could!” A soft mewling erupted from your friend's bag, and she pulled it open, lifting up a ball of matted raven-black fur. “I found this little guy wandering the headquarters in the rain, and I just couldn't leave him out there!” You stared at her with your classic 'are you an idiot' look. The consequences of your punishment if someone was to catch you two in the hall with this feline was staggering, but being th

You shivered and wrapped your Scouting Legion cloak more tightly around your shoulders. You weren't sure what was more the cause of your sudden discomfort - the cold November air that inevitably seeped its way into the HQ, or the echo caused by your footfalls in the stone dormitory hallway. Normally, you wouldn't mind the quiet. Between the new recruits you train daily and the seemingly endless stream of tasks you receive from Erwin, you would relish the few moments of peace you could manage to find. Tonight, though, the quiet only served as a painful reminder to the many previously-occupied dorm rooms that now were empty. You passed one of

“Hey! You! Get back here!” a plump, middle-aged man wearing an apron yells as you sprint down the street. His words only make you run faster, but as you speed up, you can hear his steps starting to slow until finally, he comes to a complete stop. A string of curses race after you, but his vulgar language doesn’t faze you. All you care about is not getting caught, so when your eye catches an indent in the wall of buildings, and after one final glance back to make sure the man isn’t following you, you slink from the desolate streets into an abandoned alleyway. Sliding your back against the wall, you gulp in some much nee

The sound of breathing accompanied the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, dark tresses splayed out on the soft cotton that cushioned her head. Eyelids veiled burnt sienna orbs – the pair of eyes he loved to look at so much. A hand reached out to graze her cheek slightly, delivering gentle strokes that slowly roused the female from her slumber. Dry lips parted in a whisper. “Souji?” Her lashes fluttered as the omnipresent mocking smirk of her lover greeted her. Ignoring the obvious lack of genuineness in the curve, she returned the action, sincerely glad to see him. “You look so cute right now,” Okita murm

It was a nice spring afternoon. The sun was shining; a soft breeze toyed with the blades of grass, along with the cherry blossom petals and not a cloud was in sight. A pleasant smell wafted through the halls of the Shinsengumi’s headquarters in Mibu, because it just so happened that on this particular afternoon, you- (l/n) (f/n), the Shinsengumi’s 4th Division Captain- were on cooking duty. And your co-chef today was unfortunately the infamous Okita Souji, Captain of the 1st Division. Make no mistake; the two of you were childhood friends. But his cooking skills weren’t exactly... up to par. You chuckled to yourself while s