Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Hanako Kun

They only become one when they lose their will to confront their fears and agitation. Hanako looked up at Subaru. Her eyes widened with admiration as she looked at his sparkling green eyes and long silver hair shining gracefully in the cool moonlight, which made him appear even more radiant. "Oh. Here we are, Michaelson Household. You've got quite the taste; it's like classical architecture—old but magnificent!" I exclaimed. Hanako stammered, "H-hey... if you don't mind, can I ask your name?" I looked at her disappointedly. "You are seriously asking that now?"

Axton finally felt relieved. But look at Hana's fox eyes, looking at Axton quizzically. This made Axton a little nervous, but he tried to remain calm. Hana got up from her seat and walked over to Moreen's dressing table. "Angelina must be even more beautiful now. Just look, there's a lot of skincare." She held up a cream-textured face product. Just for a moment, she put it back in its original place. "Axton, since when does your wife understand good and expensive facial products?" Hana asked.

Hana cast three spells simultaneously, all with the same goal of advancing toward Deskington. "Do what, Namio?" Deskingto says. Namio Rankle shrugged and said, "Two men hitting a girl will make others look down on you, Deskington," Not allowing Deskington to say anything, Hana rushed towards him with a fire, wind, and thunder roar. As the distance between her and Deskington shortened, Hana took out two Nomos fruit from her pocket and threw them mercilessly at Deskington's face. Because in Deskington's eyes, he only noticed the three types of spells Hana used, he didn't think of Hana acting otherwise. So he suddenly caught two Nomo fruit in his face. In an instant, Deskington's whole face was

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

“Eh? Akane-san?” A young woman with short, pale brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes was sitting on the floor while fiddling with her shoes. There was a newspaper beside her, and a small crate of milk. She noticed the other woman by the door and smiled at her. Her smile is so warm and beautiful. “Hana-san. Good morning.” Even her voice is soft, which only adds to her beauty. The attendant, Hana, smiled back at her. She’s just too beautiful not to smile upon. “Good morning, Akane-san. You’re home early this time.”