Izuku X Novels & Stories

While Zed and Roya are busy figuring out their Kebano things, Kenshi decided to pay Mizuko a visit. From her open window he climbed and went inside her room. Mizuko is like an angel sleeping in her bed. Then suddenly, Mizuko’s door opened and the image of Miranda, Kenshi saw. She immediately lowered her head at the sight of Kenshi. Kenshi motioned his hand, creating an invisible field around Mizuko. He didn’t want to disturb Mizuko.

A few minutes later, the Rolls-Royce Ghost started and followed behind the discreet vehicle. Inside the Ghost, Shingen was sitting face-to-face with the others. He lit up a cigar and gave it a huff before asking, "What's your view with the Xaviers' attitude in this?" "Very strange," Mizukakushi said. She was a sensual woman with a figure typical of an Islander. She was also someone who could make it to the big screen. However, a woman like her was extremely sensitive to all kinds of information. She had found out many useful things when she was with Shingen.

Aside from him, Izzy doesn’t have anyone else to turn to. “I might end up like a bloody murderer if not a walking zombie with all the bleeding that might burst out of me,” Izzy continued to convince the man to make him help her even if it was something he was too uncomfortable to do. She just has no choice. If she were able to use her phone like she used to, she would have had been aware of her dates. She could have prepared a pack of pads and just bought more when it started.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

“But you came seeking the same thing they all do. Surrender.” “Yes, Mistress,” the woman whispered. Her voice was soft, familiar in a way that tugged at something deep in Izzy’s mind, but the mask and the club’s dim lighting made recognition impossible. “I need to let go. Completely.” Izzy smiled darkly. She reached down and tangled her fingers in the woman’s long, loose braids, yanking her head back firmly but not painfully. “Then you’ll address me properly. Say it.” “Yes, Mistress Izzy.”

After about 20 minutes of walking, they arrived at Isomaru Suisan—a classic izakaya buzzing with warmth and noise. “Three beers, two highballs… Sakura-chan, what about you?” “Just one Yuzu Chuhai,” she said. Enough to join in, but not enough to lose control. She needs to wake up early tomorrow—no matter what. The food came in waves—edamame, yakitori, grilled squid, sashimi, tofu, even ebi tempura. The table filled quickly, the air thick with laughter and smoke from nearby grills. Sakura smiled, laughed, and eat with them…

KARA I sat behind the large oak desk, the scent of fresh paper and ink filling my Luna office. My fingers traced the grain of the wood absently as I stared at the documents in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere. The door swung open without a knock. Izzy. She strolled in like she owned the place, her movements smooth, confident. She stopped in front of my desk, her sharp eyes scanning my face. “You actually lost your memories?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

*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.

“Wrong. Things wouldn’t turn out like this if I were to be firm with them.” “Too bad. The ship has sailed. Our youngest is nearly dead.” Izaya pouted while Shizuo hugged his twin quietly. It was just an act of comfort between them. Hisoka flexed his palms, summoning his power. The purple-like wind swirled on top of his palm before he furled his hand. “Izaya.” He called. Izaya’s eyes shifted at the hand. Hisoka then unfurled his hand. A beautiful black rose twirled.