Hanako Of The Bathroom Novels & Stories

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

Maybe she had no such functions? “The bathroom is a place to shower, brush teeth, shave, pee and poop. It’s a place to do the embarrassing human needs and clean up. If you don’t need that, you can always still use the jacuzzi. It’s a small tub that holds water you can soak in like a small pond. It’s not as big as a pool or a sea, so you can’t swim in it.” Hearing that there was a place for her to pee, Aqua lit up. She no longer had to toss bottles away secretly whenever Dawn slept now that there was a place for doing her business!

Hanako, the demon prince, had been summoned by accident by the young witch apprentice, Yashiro Nene. He stood in her cluttered hut, his dark eyes roaming over the scattered herbs and potions. A smile played at the corners of his lips as he spotted a lacy, revealing dress peeking out from beneath Nene's robes. "Nene," he called out, his voice a low purr. "Come here, my dear. I have a surprise for you." The young witch emerged from the back room, her cheeks flushed. "Hanako? What are you doing here? I thought I had banished you."

The studio was one long stainless steel counter, a magnetic knife strip covering the entire back wall, good lighting and no music and nothing decorative anywhere except a small framed photograph near the door of a market in Osaka that Kira looked at for two seconds and looked away from. Hana set a knife on the counter in front of her. “Pick it up,” she said. Kira picked it up. “Wrong,” Hana said immediately. “Put it down.” Kira put it down. “Watch.” Hana picked up an identical knife and held it, and Kira watched her hand, the placement of her fingers, the angle of her thumb, the way her wrist sat relative to the blade, and picked hers back up. Hana looked at it. “Better. Not good. Better.” S