Aesthetic Hanako Kun Novels & Stories

’ As the guy closed the car door and walked forward wearing a poker face, on his mentally noted list of to-do things, the top spot was occupied with asking around for who made a scene this morning. The girl in question had no idea about it. But nor did she care. “I unknowingly became the center of attention, huh?” she softly whispered to herself, taming a few strands of hair that the wind blew to cover a part of her left eye. Hana, even before she became an Anito was already a pretty girl. But now that her body transformed into that of a race that resided in the Skyworld, she became prettier and there was an unusual air around her. One would be compelled to admire her at first glance. Her au

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

"uff" a young female groaned her Hanbok was slightly torn, the number of stitches were clearly going to go one up this night. Her face was slightly round revealing a little bit of childness but her peach blossomed eyes didn't held any signs of childness rather they held coldness. Shen Xinyi pushed herself up and looked at her frail hands those hands were so weak they looked as if one single snap can break them next to her laid an axe it was clear that she was out for firewood .

Suho spread his long legs, stroking Hana’s hair on his lap. “Your hair is still as soft as I recalled back in high school. Although, back then, your hair has curls.” “Thats the power of natural coconut oil,” she admitted. Suho took in every single detail of Hana’s feature. The side of Hana's people doesn’t see when she takes her gloves off. In fact, there’s a frail girl hiding behind the dark armor. “Oppa, I’m sleepy. Can we go out already?” “Yes. Sure.”

She's attractive as well, she has dimples on both of her cheeks, wavy brown hair, and a button nose. Autumn Choi is the student council president of the school. She is a year older than me but still manages to be my friend. She has black shoulder-length hair, freckles, and big glasses for her to see well but she’s too pretty to become a nerd. She's smart, ranks at the 10th spot which isn't a bad spot since the students are all her opposer when it comes to that spot. Tanaka Aiko is the president of the art club. She's the person who builds her club which is the art club since she likes to paint. Aiko has mid-length orange hair and looks like a lion.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

“Miss, here are the papers that need your signature for the finalization of the Spring Collection that will be featured in our fashion show.” My assistant came into my office and handed me a stack of papers. My name is Nagatsuka Akina, I’m the Founder and CEO of Hanazu Couture. Although my company hasn’t been around for as long as the other famous brands out there, we’ve become a household name in the fashion industry. I’ve worked tirelessly for the last 15 years to make this company what it is today.

Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger. Aiko Tanaka moved gracefully between the tables in her elegant uniform: a soft pink kimono-style blouse that hugged her petite frame, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. At 24, she was the picture of demure Japanese beauty. Porcelain skin, long black hair pinned up with delicate kanzashi ornaments, and large, doe-like eyes that rarely met a customer’s gaze for long. Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper.

Nico occasionally stopped by for a few minutes to talk when no one was ordering. I tucked some hair behind my ear and took another sip of the orange and red liquid. Despite it being sweet, I took tiny sips every now and then. Licking my lips, I looked up and noticed Higan staring at me. "What?" I asked. "The studs look good on you. The way they sparkle under this lighting makes you more beautiful," he complimented and my heart fluttered. "Thank you." I smiled. "Judging by the way Nico treats you, I'm guessing that you're a regular?"

Arthur: Some maid giving an assessment to us and his ego inflated when his status is the best among us that already got assessed. Akira: So why Hana became furious. Arthur: The idiot thinking with it lower head and harassing the girls with the poorest assessment and you know the rest. Akira: Yeah i can imagine that. Whilst we talking the atmosphere between the two are more tense. With a smirk Hana then said. Hana: So the weak must follow the stromg huh? Let me show you what a true atrength is. With a more villain like laugh, she then touch the assessment crystal and then.