Mafy's Writing Hut

  Hello, everyone. Mafy here!   As some of you might know, I've been having some health problems that have been affecting my usual writing schedule. I know it's an unavoidable situation, something that's totally out of my control but I still end up feeling like I'm just giving excuses for not doing something. Even if none of you feels or thinks that way, I still can't help but experience that guilty sensation.   That's why I feel I need to be a little bit more transparent and provide further explanations other than just saying "I'm sick so I can't update my stories as much as I want".   For around 4 years now, my health has been slowly but surely declining. What started as some occasional joint pain in my knees has become constant pain all over my body, mainly in my legs, back and arms.   On a good day, I'm in constant, although kind of bearable, pain.   On a bad day, which there has been a lot in these last 2-3 months or so, I'm in so ...

  “Haa…! Haaa!” Panting wildly, Kise quickly wiped the droplets of sweat that had formed on his forehead with his sleeve as he stared at what was in front of him. He had spent the entire day running around through the streets of Kanagawa, hopped inside of the train halfway through the afternoon and had come off god knows where only to end up in front of an unknown park. What he did know, however, was that Kasamatsu was currently inside of the park. “Haa…! Heh… Don’t underestimate… haa… a dog’s nose…!” With decisive steps, Kise entered inside of the park, his eyes carefully searching around as he continued to follow Kasamatsu’s scent. He didn’t quite understand why Kasamatsu was at a park at that time of the day but he also knew that his college classes still hadn’t started, so there was a big probability that he was there simply taking a walk or something along those lines. If he was there walking alone, even better for Kise. If not… he was about to become a needy guard dog, rather...

  “Finally!” squeaked Murasakibara’s tiny and acute voice as he popped his head out of Kagami’s school bag. “Muro-chin!! Finally!!! Finally!!!!! Muro-chiiiiiiiin!!!” “Murasakibara, shut up!” roared Kagami, aggressively pushing Murasakibara’s small purple head back inside of the bag. “I know you’re excited about finally seeing Tatsuya, but give me a break, will ya? What will people think if they see two guys talking in the street with an irritant and squeaky voice seemingly coming from nowhere!?” “I don’t care about you two, I just want my Muro-chin,” said Murasakibara with a soft grudging tone as he once again popped his head out of the school bag. “You two have had loads of opportunities to confess already and blew them up all on your own. I have yet to see Muro-chin! Give me an opportunity to screw up my confession too, okay? ...No offence, Aka-chin.” “ Offence taken ,” said Akashi, giving a small upturn to the corner of his lips. “What you just said is absolutely wrong . Though ...

  “I-I can do this…” panted Midorima, using one of his hands to support his battered body in a standing position at the main gate of Shuutoku High. Absolutely no students were around him due to the late hour in the morning. He had barely made it in time to start 2 nd period in its beginning, after having gone through Hell throughout his once peaceful morning walks to school. “Yesterday… Haa… It was still an unknown… since I didn’t know… what to expect of bad luck applied to a school scenario… Haa… But today… I have all sorts of measures and fixes prepared for any type of eventualities!!” Decisively, Midorima released the wall and crossed the main gate, his five senses hypersensitive to his surroundings as he carefully walked towards the building where the 2 nd year classrooms were placed. Out of nowhere, a football started going towards him at an impressive speed but the ever-ready Midorima simply skilfully crouched down his body, his arms wrapping around over his head in protectio...

  “Sob… Sniff… Soooob… Ugh…!” One of the corners of Kaijou’s basketball team’s locker room was filled with the endless sobs and whimpers of Kise, who remained crouched down near the wall while tightly holding onto his cell phone.   “D-Do you… think we shourd… intelfele?” asked Hayakawa, sideways glancing at the crying blonde, covered from head to toe in layers of clothing despite the considerably warm temperature of that time of the year.   “It would be a pain in the ass even to ask about it so we better not,” sighed Nakamura, ignoring completely their team’s ace and simply proceeding with changing to his training clothes. “Besides, you heard what Kasamatsu-senpai said yesterday. He’ll surely solve whatever is going on with Kise.”   “But… I think Kise is wolse today than yestelday…” pointed out Hayakawa, throwing one more glance to the blonde as he resumed with getting changed.   “It’s not our business for as long as it doesn’t affect our team and the practices,...

Although everyone in Seirin’s basketball club already knew that those who were addressed by the title of ‘Generation of Miracles’ were all a bunch of remediless weirdoes, including the ‘Phantom Sixth Player’ that was now their teammate, the conversation that they were about to have with two of them came completely out of the left field and surely didn’t cut corners in making them seem even more ‘special’ than the rest of the basketball players – in one too many different ways. “I’m… really touching Murasakibara Atsushi right now and not a miniature robot… right?” hesitantly asked Hyuuga, softly nudging the small version of Murasakibara with his finger as if touching an unknown life form. “Yes, that’s without a doubt Murasakibara Atsushi, Hyuuga-senpai…” sighed Kagami, already dead tired so early in the morning. It had been a huge headache to explain the current circumstances revolving around both teams in this week-long training and four other more which contained the remaining ex-play...