Izuku And Ochako Novels & Stories

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

And Hannock did. The castle is slowly turning back to the way it is. It’s turning back to how it used to be— lively and full of joy. Earlier he saw some kids running along the halls and playing hide and seek, he saw flowers blooming and Hanabi used to adore it. Hannock smile genuinely, his eyes darted at the painted. “You’ve won, my sister. You always do.” *** It has been a year and a half since Mizuko and Kenshi left their life at Souzou. They are living normally in the Chikyuo, enjoying the sunset, gazing the stars at night, sometimes they make love and they even married there.

“… Jessica riding on the white horse, cruising on my neon purple jet street light like a bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb…” Confused, Zen remained still before leaning towards the left. He repeatedly swayed from the centre to the left as if he couldn’t decide. Confused, Akiko continuously hopped between the two colours, following his indications with her fast reflex. Oritha watched as Akiko danced without explanation. She looked at the two options and let her body decide because her brain broke down trying to understand anything. When Oritha went for the white, Akiko used her initiative to drop-kick the purple mushroom. Zen must mean both mushrooms, right?

Eiko sat seiza, precise, silver-streaked chignon unyielding, fox-sharp features softened only by pearl earrings, swaying judgment. I lowered, opposite an athletic frame, folding disciplined despite the South Side itch to bolt, hazel eyes locking her piercing dark. She poured matcha in a slow ritual, jade-ringed fingers steady as katana strikes, bowl extended in two-handed reverence, masking steel. "Nia Whitaker," she said, Tokyo clip weaving English silk, "you intrigue. Kenji's crisis queen, dismantling his careful chaos. Drink." Bitter green coated my tongue, grounding the unease prickling my scar above the brow. "Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

Hibiki because I said and me because I realized I meant it. “I don’t want to rush, but we really do need to hit the road.” Hachiro ruiner of moments coughed. “Hachiro.” Mayu scoffed, smacking him in the chest. “They just said their vows, and you are rushing them out the door.” she sighed. “I was just saying…” he grumbled, rubbing his chest. “I know you have to rush, but before you go anywhere, I am getting pictures at the koi pond!” Riko announced.