Anime Fiction Novels & Stories

The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. I nodded in greeting. "Hello." His smile stretched, and I won't lie, for a second I found it endearing. Even though there are so many anime genres out there like hentai, incest and lolicons... Japanese people themselves seemed so pure. I suppose the same could be said about my own race. The first that comes to mind, would always be drugs, hip hop, gun violence, and twerking scantily clad women. The people that represent our race don't speak for us in all its entirety.

He asks. “I’m much better, thanks for asking.” I reply him sharply before putting my head back on the table. He chitchats with Tamara for a while and although I was paying attention to their conversation, I could still hear bits of what they were talking about and unsurprisingly, they were both arguing about an anime series. I’ll never understand how grown ass teenagers enjoy watching Anime. I just can’t relate to their obsession with it. After a few more minutes of pointless arguments and noisy bickering, he eventually walks away after probably coming to a conclusion that himself and Tamara could not see eye to eye.