Akito X Tsukasa Novels & Stories

In his past life, he and Risa had stayed at this same seaside inn—registered under fake names as a “married couple.” “Takuto and…” Mr. Fujita opened the slip. “Satou Risa!” Snap. Takuto broke the pen in his hand. Satou Risa from Class A—the girl with the same name, same face as his lover from a past life—was standing there with her luggage, smiling at him. “Let’s get along!” “I object!” Takuto blurted out. “A boy and girl can’t share a room!” Mr. Fujita blinked. “Huh? But Satou is a boy.”

"What's this?" "A small picnic for sister Mizu." Riko adorably uttered, "We make all of this for you." "We would like to eat a meal with you where all your favorite food was here. Meat, fish, and roasted pheasants." Itsuki cutely stated. "Thanks but why?" she asked in perplex looking around to them who also starts to pick food on their own plate. "Because this is a farewell. We all know that you wanted to go with them, but was held by us." Akito replied earnestly.

The world around us darkened. She gasped. Images flashed through my mind. A crown sinking through black water. A white wolf chained beneath a temple. Orochi drinking from the throat of a silver-armoured warrior. Then another face. Hayate’s. He stood before a sealed gate with blood on his hands. I released Tsukiko. She stumbled into the side of a car. Hayate caught her elbow. “What did you see?” Tsukiko stared at him as if he had become something else.

He just wanted the damn meeting to be over so he could go spend more time with Kento and be away from Aito and his crazy mother. On the long couch next to Mr Igarashi sat Yasu and Kaito. Yasu had changed into dark tailored trousers paired with a crisp navy-blue button-down shirt. He had his thick rimmed glasses on, giving him the composed, professional look of the doctor. He was and by his side sat his fiancé, Kaito.

She maintained her composure and expressed a polite request to return home. On their journey back, Akira's exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a light sleep. Mr. Ito gently woke her as they neared her house, reminding her to reach out if needed and to be careful. With a final exchange of goodbyes, Akira entered her home, her mind occupied by a steadfast resolution. She vowed to herself that she would never allow her feelings to develop for Inei Mizuki, firmly establishing her boundaries.

Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

Takamatsu saw Yinito speak as she tried to wipe Isekai's tears, he had pick the little girl four years ago from a pile of corpse just after his wife died. "am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them.

They balanced each other perfectly. One evening, Taro took Akira to a rooftop with a breathtaking view of the city. He confessed his feelings, and Akira's heart skipped a beat. She felt the same way, and they shared a tender kiss under the stars. Their love continued to grow, and Akira's art studio became a symbol of their relationship. Taro supported Akira's passion, and she inspired him to pursue his own creative interests. As the seasons changed, Akira and Taro's bond strengthened. They explored Tokyo together, trying new foods, visiting temples, and enjoying the city's vibrant culture.

“Perhaps we can arrange for a meeting with your brother soon?” “No need, I’m here,” a voice from the shadows calls, and a man identical to Itsamu steps out. Well, nearly identical; whereas Itsamu has a broad build, Itsuki is leaner and more muscular. He has his hands in his pockets and is dressed in an immaculate suit which no doubt costs a pretty penny.

He likes to think of the tattoos as mirror images of each other, each a sign of Akio’s and Nikolai’s devotion to the other. “Hey, beautiful,” Nikolai greets once he’s right in front of Akio. His skin is still flushed with warmth from the shower. Akio twines his arms around Nikolai’s neck as the other pulls him close, his own arms snaking around Akio’s waist. “Hi,” he says with a low giggle before pressing a sweet, soft kiss to Nikolai’s lips. Nikolai’s breath is fresh and minty, and Akio has to suppress the urge to lick into it.