Asa Mitaka Loser Novels & Stories

“The yakuza won’t let me live. I didn’t want to drag you down…” He gripped her freezing hand tightly. “Why didn’t you try to think with me?” The wind howled. The sunset burned like blood. “See you in the next life.” Her hand slipped from his grasp— Ding-dong. The doorbell jolted Takuto awake. Covered in cold sweat, he opened the door— Misaki stood there, holding an old, yellowed newspaper. “May 21, 1998,” she read softly. “A young entrepreneur and his girlfriend commit suicide at Cape Amagi. Suspected involvement of loan sharks after business failure…”

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

Still, from Misaki's perspective, she was in love with him. However, when Monica compared Mitaka to Sorata, Mitaka could at least be a man and didn't blame nor get angry toward Misaki, unlike Sorata, who often got angry toward Shiina because Shiina was naturally talented than him. When Sorata hit rock bottom and failed on something, Sorata would release all those negative emotions on Shiina, that the world was unfair for someone like him who was ordinary. Monica knew about the feeling between Mitaka and Misaki, which was why he avoided misunderstanding and rejected Misaki's invitation to visit her room since he didn't want a misunderstanding to happen between them and liked what he had said

Wouldn’t that mean that he had already lost his opportunity as soon as he came up then? As he thought about this, Jiro hurriedly said, “Miss Ito, don’t you think that your criterion is a little too harsh? There are so many good men in this world but they might not necessarily be training or practicing combat and fighting. However, those masters in combat and fighting are usually very old, just like your coach, Mr. Yamamoto Kazuki. Miss Ito, you would not want to look for a boyfriend like that, would you?”

It was a PR stunt meant to whitewash the peace. When a yellowed photo appeared on the screen, my breath suddenly stopped—it was my mother, taken during a free clinic in the slums a month before she died. The host spoke in a sentimental tone: "The establishment of the Moretti Foundation stems from the dying wish of the late Mrs. Moretti. She dedicated her life to eliminating the trauma caused by violence..." Just then, I heard mean whispers coming from the booth behind me. "Dante, look. The Mafia are such good actors."