Hiro Sohma Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

The poor man answers. “Well, you do now.” Demon. Hiikan Roy is a demon. If Alison’s mom wasn’t aware she had given birth to a walking megaphone, Hiro’s mom wasn’t also aware that it was a devil she had given birth to. I guess both of them are a match made in heaven. After Hiro came back to our table with two whole buckets of beer in his hand, Lev orders hot chicken wings before he distributes a glass of beer to us one by one. Then I purposely slide my chair just a little distant from them, but then Boaz noticed what was I trying to do.

Mizu sighed, "Can you please state your name? We just wanted to know it. We meant no harm, it's a trouble to just say, 'You' every time." The guy glared at her intently which Mizu didn't avoid and stared back undauntedly. The guy clicked his tongue, and finally say his name in this long fuss. "I'm Haruto, 16," he said, averting his gaze. The guy hiding at the back of Mizu, suddenly step out bravely, "Eh? Your 16? I'm older than you in one year, call me big bro, Haruto." Zhi was already acting casual.

Then another boy slapped his head. "Sorry about him, he likes to screw around." The boy said. "My name is Hirate Rikuto and this guy here," Hirate glared at him. "-is Akanishi Ryuki." He finished. "Jeez, class prez! You didn't have to hit too hard." He mumbled angrily. "Let's move on." A girl with a single braid came with another girl. "My name is Okabayashi Izumi. I hope your stay in Japan has been welcoming." She said kindly.

Hiro responds as he walks back to take a seat on a small couch and says, "Although, lunch should be here soon." The mystery voice walks in from the balcony and I instantly recognize the kind of rude girl, Hazel. She frowns as she looks at me and then looks at Hiro and asks, "Why did you invite someone else to my room?" He shrugs, "He was lonely, can we keep him?" He talks about me like I'm a damn dog. Hazel rolls her eyes playfully and says, "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. Although, I know I saw you with Hiro."

Riko introduced Akiko to Kyoko, unaware of Kyoko's previous grumpy attitude. "Don't bother me!" Kyoko snapped, not even turning around. Riko shook her head, then moved on to the others. "This is Misa Ogawa, from Team 1." Riko introduced someone from the other team. Misa shook Akiko's hand—better than Kyoko, but not overly friendly either. "And this is Hiro Goto, also from Team 1." He was the only man in the room. "Hi." Hiro was quite friendly but seemed very busy, so Akiko only had time to return his smile.

And when the news of Hisoka's death reached his ears, he was celebrating hard. “Anyway, I am Hisoka, the Potential Lab Rat #38. Even so, I am not old. Still in my early 30s. So, please address me accordingly. So… HI!!” He waved both of his hands, grinning wide to the point flashing his white teeth and pink gummy.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

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.