SakuraMystique

Author's Note: hi yall, im depressed asf about school so i decided to write a fanfic bout it to cope. its been two months and two of my friends have already withdrawn and im struggling to catch up in class, i feel so miserable lol (f/n) = friend's name (y/n) = your name Disclaimer: use of strong language (blame Kidd for that) University AU You were crushed when you heard the news of your best friend in school withdrawing from the course. You weren't surprised, not really, not in a school renowned for its notorious dropout rate. Given (f/n)'s performance in school, you kind of saw it coming. But still, it was a shock to you because of how sudden it was. Just yesterday afternoon, the two of you had been animatedly discussing your excitement for the upcoming school festival, making plans and sharing dreams. The future seemed promising and full of possibilities. You had no clue about her contemplation to withdraw until she texted you this morning about her already submitting the

His eyes flew open. "Ah, finally! About time." He sat up and inspected your bedroom. Everything was arranged neatly and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He made a mental note that you were an organised girl. Or, at least he hoped you were a girl. Looking down, he found rather large breasts staring back at him. He let out a sigh of relief. It had been a long time since he last got into a serious relationship. He even got teased by his friend for possibly being gay, and was frequently accused of using the beautiful women around him as a cover. But then again maybe it was partly because of the pink feather coat he always wears. He continued to scan the room. Eventually, something caught his ocean blue orbs. There was a piece of paper pasted on the wall directly above her bed. The words " Goal: GPA 3.8 " were written in bold black ink. "What the hell, how old is she again?!" he muttered, worried that he was going to be seen as a paedophile. He was already turning 35, that'd be a

Seagulls screeched overhead, waves crashed against the wood of the ship and merchants called for people to buy their produce. Quincy’s fingers pointed from one pretty necklace to the next, her giggles accompanied by those of Gig, whose fingers grabbed other jewellery of the preoccupied merchant within a blink of an eye. You hummed softly, watching some of the produce with interest while munching an apple, the merchant in front of you rambling something about the vegetables and their freshness as they were just brought over last night. You had to give it to him, he knew how to wind people around their fingers, but as you were responsible for the many people on Kid’s ship, you had to have a keen eye for either bargains or quality of food. Right now, it was mediocre at best and you let him know with a raised brow at his claims. “And how long were they in storage before?” You cut him off as he went on and on about the lands filled with squash and stalks of beans. He faltered slightly, his