Romans & histoires Aizawa Shouta X Reader

There are no other alphas here, meaning that this is the best and only time to ask Sorahiko as many questions as he can. “Ah, sorry about that”. Aito grins sheepishly as he pours and hands Sorahiko a glass of water. The omega accepts it with thanks. “I shouldn’t have asked you like that, my bad”. Aito apologizes again, looking somewhat embarrassed. “You are Miyamura’s only secretary, right?”. “Uh…yes sir, I am”. Sorahiko sips from his glass of water. “You don’t need to call me that”. Aito fiddles around with his chopsticks— this nervous tic does not go unnoticed by anyone. “If you don’t want to call me Aito, then you don’t have to call me anything at all”.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

"Dear Shiro, If you are reading this, it means you've been through enough hell for me to remember to give you this book. It also means that things may get worse very soon so be carefull. There are many things I would like to talk to you about but there isn't enough time so I'll just say the most important things. I know that by now you're curious about your mother and you probably already hate me for not remembering her so I'm apologizing even though I know that by now I've done it many times without you listening. Your mother's name is Ritsu. she is beautiful, lovely, a bit rugged and a whole lot stronger than I am. I have a hand drawn picture of her inside this book but that's all I've got

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And incoming chat messages. ishan 17.20 Citra- are you home yet? 17.31 Image? 17.54 Citra, I like a wolf 17.59 Let me know 19.20 Citra- me in front of your apartment I read all chats from Ishan. I think I know why Ishan is acting strangely like that to me. I do not care. I put my phone away from my bed and continued to charge it. Then sleep. ***

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

She couldn't help it. Kazuya's cheeks reddened and he stumbled to correct what he said but Iori shook her head, "I'm sorry, what I meant Wasnt that I found it boring Because even though I guessed who he was, I was still reading. There was so much more to the book than the mystery bring solved and the characters' completion really drew me in," Iori smiled at how earnest the Youngman was being. He was probably around Kaoru, her younger brother's age. And somehow that endeared him to her.

" Ren Ishikawa or should I say, Alpha of the XIX Tier," "I'm going to beat you and will put a scared look outta your face," she said leaving the stage. end of chapter 20

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This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.