Novel & Cerita Atsumu X Hinata

a rough voice murmurs "Are you okay?" Oh, no. No I prayed for a living soul but not this one. It was Hinata. One of the most fearsome members of the renowned mafia group Yakuzas, otheriwse known as "Bloods & Sins". "huh, yeah I'm great" I tried to brush off the panic, casually drawing away from him and avoiding his concerned gaze as if I don't have a care in the world. But, in reality, my fear had only been heightened. "Sorry to worry you, have a nice night."

The woman smiled and patted Ejima's shoulders. They had stopped in the middle and as they waited, the door by the far side opened, and people that were clothed with leaves started toward their direction. There were men and women, but the population seemed to be paired. “Is this?” “Yes,” The woman nodded, “Twice they say is a coincidence. But thrice is definitely a sign. So tell me…” the woman's brow folded inwards. “Ejima, my name is, Ejima” “Ejima” The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?”

Nothing about him excites me enough to want to spend time with him. A devious thought crawls into my mind and I smile even wider; “No, I don’t mind. I’d like us to talk.” My chest constricts with guilt at the twinkle of excitement in his eyes. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and stretches it towards me; “My name is Hinata. Can I have your number?” I can feel the full weight of Bhyron’s stare on me now. He’s no longer concerned with being discreet. My blood pressure jumps with excitement.

I asked Damien, whose arm was still linked with Rose in a sick motherly fashion. "Aomine Industries is a Japanese company that has a merger with Renaissance, Aomine roughly translates to Blue Mountain Peak," He answered. "Look, Isabella, you learnt something new today," Natalia sarcastically proclaimed, her eyes still fixated on her phone and her thumb moving rapidly over the screen. "We are landing in two minutes, please fasten your seat belts," The air hostess announced. We all obliged and in a few minutes we were on in a black Chevrolet SUV speeding down the hot busy streets of Greece.

Aito followed his gaze, forcing himself to focus on the image instead of the arms still wrapped around him. He let out a small chuckle. “How could I forget? It was wonderful. The water was really cool. Haruto's hold tightened slightly, pulling him closer, his face pressing nearer against Aito's. His joy knew no bounds. Aito smelled amazing. Like warm vanilla. It made his teeth ache with the need to bite his soft skin. He just wanted to bury his face in Aito's neck and deeply inhale his scent. Maybe sneak a few kisses.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Charlie suddenly thought of something and he told Yahiko, “By the way, Mr. Ito, I will have to trouble you to help me to do something else.” Yahiko hurriedly replied, “Please tell me what it is.” Charlie replied, “What is the name of the vice-chairman of Nippon Steel who was negotiating the terms of the contract with Jasmine before this? Is he called Hashimoto Kazumi?” “Yes.” Yahiko nodded and said, “His name is Hashimoto Kazumi!”

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

Celeste (already pulling out my phone): “Private portal leaves tomorrow. Rowan’s paying. He lost a bet.” Rowan appears in the doorway holding a credit card and resignation. Rowan: “I hate all of you. Pack light. Kōjin sulks when people are late.” 24 hours later – Mount Atago, Kyoto Prefecture The mountain is on fire in the best way (eternal flames that don’t consume, just dance). Kōjin is waiting at the top. He looks exactly like Seras if she were eight feet tall, made of magma, and wearing a chef’s apron that says “Kiss the Cook or Get Charred.”

“You got some of our fittest classmates in Kyushu.” “The ones who are working with us are Mitsui, Yoshino, and Riki.” “Less than I’d expect.” Kazuha commented. “They’ve been there for over an entire day. We lost contact four hours ago and haven’t heard from them since. Izumi left behind some paper shikigami to take their place here but it won’t last. I need your help to go find them.” “Four hours? It might already be too late.” Kazuha said and saw the state of her friends. “Thankfully, Hirate left some clues and our winter break isn’t over yet. This might be enough."