Hanako Kun Drawings Novels & Stories

Hearing his motorbike, I quickly pretended to read my history textbook while secretly watching him. Behind Connor is his family's roofless army green jeep. Thann one of the triplets sat in the driver's seat; across from him was their beautiful cousin Kara, and at the back were the remaining triplet, Tanner, and Tant. I admired Kara's light golden hair blowing gracefully in the wind. She was like a model, tall and elegant.

Chang Minsu sat on the opposite seat. "Anime mostly, but I like to draw portraits, though no one ever wants to hold still long enough for me to do that." "Really, do you have any with you?" Chang Minsu leaned over and lifted something out of the bag he carried. "Just these. They're not very good, but…" Chang Minsu dropped off as Hae Jae-Woo took the red art book and flipped through the pages. Hae Jae-Woo slowed down after a few pages and stared intently at the pictures.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

So Nimura asks him "Hey, how long have you draw actually? I just wondering about this because we never talked about this." "It since a primary school. But I don't think that my draw looks cool actually. I think maybe Hikari can do it better than me." Nimura just keeps quiet since he never compares their skills in drawing before. from what did he know, Hikari is often drawing because he got something else that he needs to do, and with what did he calculate just now maybe Neu can do it better than Hikari. Because it seems like Neu always does it as his hobby. So, maybe day by day Neu improve his skills about it.

Hanako snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Minato's arm and then his face "I am really sorry for not doing something earlier; I mean, your arm is still bleeding... Please hold on a minute. I'll do something about it." My mind began processing Hanako's personality. Timid, nervous, and the type to get scared by witnessing violent situations. a mild and shy personality to be taken into account, and a person who gets upset over little matters. "It's all right; you do not need to fret over something like this." Hanako nodded relentlessly. "No. Please allow me to do you this little favour." I was surprised as Hanako took out a hankee from her side pocket and began dressing his wound. I was a

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

“Hey, angel. You got taller.” She shook her head vigorously. “No, you got shorter.” He grinned. “That’s impossible.” She wriggled free and dug into her backpack. “I made drawings on the plane! Look!” She spread them out on the table — crooked little hearts and stick figures labeled MOMMY, DADDY, and ME. One drawing had a fourth stick figure, taller, in a blue suit. I tried not to look at it too long. Anthony crouched down beside her, admiring each page as though it were a masterpiece. Cameron stood beside me, polite, silent. The faintest strain crossed his face before he smoothed it away.