Novel & Cerita Hizashi X Aizawa

Mizu wondered about how weird this guy is, but it's so strange as she felt nothing ill coming from him, instead, his pleasing aura is very comfortable. Zhi let go, and uttered, "Was it's not rude to ask for your age too?" Himari immediately answered him, "17." Akane followed, "I'm 18 boy, you?" His coffee-like eyes brightened, "I'm 17, yes, I'm not the eldest one haha. How about you Mizu?" his lively character is like a virus spreading rapidly. "I'm 15," Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy.

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.

No one wants to take away their gaze, not even blink, these two seem don't want to lose to any other. As soon as the lights illuminate again, Aoi Akuma cracked up terrifyingly. Laugh echoed, giving off the sound of a demon laughing thunderously. As he stops, he sighed, “You got me, I thought my acting was flawless. I'm having fun living as Z with those Shibai but unfortunately, their story came to its end.” he said in blue. “But nevermind them. They were just extras. Here!” He then threw the small flower in his hand at Zitrey and dolefully saying, “A flower for our reunion. It's been 3 years since we've last met.”

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

“Maybe we should come after an hour…” Zahir placed his hand on Hikari’s head and whispered something in his ears in a language I didn’t understand. Hikari’s body jerked as if he had received an electric shock. Groaning and wincing, Hikari opened his heavy eyes. I had never seen Hikari’s fingers tremble like that before. “Zahir!” I growled. “What did you…”

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Hiro objected. "I don't listen to Blacklist like that!" Shirai was cleaning out his ear. "It sounded cool tho, guess I should give them more of a listen." "Since Hayate-san was the only one who knew it why don't you go ahead and pick the next song?" He froze for a second like a deer at headlights. "M-m-me?!" He...was unexpectedly shy in front of people... That's kind of cute. I nodded. He paused to think for a moment, but when he began to play I felt like I had just been tazed. It took me a while to react as he played a very old song of Azure Phoenix's Nighttime Lover.

Hanzo introduces, I stick my hand out to shake Greyson’s hand making sure to show him proper respect. “It is nice to meet you,” I put on the best smile I can pull off without seeming afraid. “The pleasure is all mine, I’m glad to see Hanzo has found his mate and has someone to finally keep him in line,” Greyson releases my hand then pulls Aiko under his arm and holds her close.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

Holding the kebab, in one hand, she stretched it a little in Ammar's way, ( You want it?) Ammar was about to grab it, when Hira dodged and licked the whole kebab, she literally licked it, even her saliva could be seen clearly. then again stretched her hand in his way. ' ab le lain '. Hira with the most innocent face anyone could muster spoke, though her eyes told the whole different story. ( Now take it). ' aye haye, ghaleez, ab apne pass hi rakho'. Ammar with the deadliest glare said with a hint of disgust.