Haruki X Akihiko Novels & Stories

The crowd buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but Akiko heard none of it. Her fingers still felt cold where Glen’s hand had been moments ago. She sat alone now, surrounded by strangers and golden lights that meant nothing to her. Conversations blurred into noise. Faces passed without leaving an impression. A few minutes later, Harley returned, a crystal glass in her hand. Condensation slid slowly down its surface. “What’s your name?” she asked gently. “Akiko,” she replied. Polite. Flat.

Daiki advised, and Haru nodded smiling. Daiki went over to his seat and took a seat. Sakura and Maki went to him while Haru took a seat next to Ida. "I have been a fan of you" Haru spoke first. "Thank you for being a fan" "I'm Haru, and you are Ida Okino Mitsuko," He said, and she smiled faintly. "You have done the introduction yourself." Ida stood up and tried walking away when Haru held her wrist. "Can we rehearse together?"

The man whose shadow had loomed over me for weeks. “His name is Botan Kuroda,” Mikako continued, her tone hardening. “He has a criminal record—assault, stalking, and harassment. He was also in a… relationship with Akira before his death.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my vision blurring. “Akira,” I whispered. “Haru?” Jiro’s voice broke through my shock, his grip on my hand tightening. I could only shake my head, my mind spinning.

She maintained her composure and expressed a polite request to return home. On their journey back, Akira's exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a light sleep. Mr. Ito gently woke her as they neared her house, reminding her to reach out if needed and to be careful. With a final exchange of goodbyes, Akira entered her home, her mind occupied by a steadfast resolution. She vowed to herself that she would never allow her feelings to develop for Inei Mizuki, firmly establishing her boundaries.

Static crackles in my ear with her pulling my sweater over her head. “Try smoking hot,” this turns my attention back to the pair I’d looked and moved away from. Haru’s cornering her at the sink. My best friend leaning in with the clear intention on kissing his, mine, ours in the gut punch moment that makes me want to throw him through a wall……… 56: Hiro - Enough

Says Fenrir and while resting his head on his arm in the throne he lifts his other hand and whispers something- Suddenly Akihiko feels uneasy and starts to sweat continuously he walks outside and lays on the grass suffering from the uneasiness. He closes his eyes and the next second he feels the wind hitting his face. He opens his eyes to find himself in the sky looking over the entire town. He thinks to himself since he couldn’t speak- ‘This doesn’t feel scary at all. This feels so familiar.” And he starts to walk in the sky as if it were ground. Slowly he lifts his pace and runs as fast as a bullet train.

It was more than just his looks – it was the way he carried himself, the air of quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him. As the night wore on and the bar began to empty, Shirosaki found himself growing more and more restless. He kept stealing glances at the stranger, his heart racing each time their eyes met. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he excused himself from Akira and made his way over to the man. "Hi," Shirosaki said, his voice coming out more breathless than he intended. "I'm Shirosaki. I don't think we've met." The man smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Shirosaki's spine. "Hirato," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Hirato Shuu."

She laughed heartily. Jane asked, “A real-life reverse harem? Between Sakura and the Princeton brothers? I had no idea.” Akira chuckled as she descended from the chair she had used to stand on in order to raid the higher cabinets. Once she planted her feet on the floor again, she said, “At least you know what a reverse harem is. And no, not just the Princeton brothers. My brother, Sosuke, as well. He’s smitten with Sakura, to say the least.”

Haruki arrived right on time, dressed in a dark blue linen shirt. “Nice to finally meet you in person,” he said with a smile. Evelyn gave a polite nod. “You too. Sorry if I seem a little nervous.” The conversation started awkwardly but gradually eased. Haruki was good at keeping things light. He spoke about his work in wood carving, his hometown in Kyoto, and his love for authentic Japanese green tea. Evelyn chuckled softly as he shared stories from his mischievous childhood. For a moment, she forgot the ache in her chest.

“I hear your talk with akagi-sama went well?” Haruki said as he made his way toward them with Rina by his side. They both looked like a couple out of a spy movie, both tall and elegantly dressed. Her brother and his fiancée may have a peculiar relationship, a relationship where it was hard to decide whether they were together because it was decided for them or because they were the only compatible people who could put up with each other. But there was one sure thing, they both suited each other to the point of it being even perfect to look at.