Japanese Endearment Novels & Stories

He immediately got up from the dining table and walked to the kitchen, carrying the plate in his hands. "What's happening?... Didn't you like the dinner?... It's strange because Kaworu-Kun cooks deliciously..." "Kaworu-Kun?... Now you call him Kaworu-Kun?" He grumbled while drying the plate. "Of course, that's the Japanese way of addressing a guy. I don't know why it surprises you when you hear me greet and call our neighbor Kentzuque-Kun several times... Seriously, sometimes I can't understand you..." She turned her back and left the kitchen. "Goodnight!"

I knocked on her door but I got no response so I knocked again yet no response "I'm coming in " saying I opened the door slightly and there she was sleeping like an angel sent from above, she looked so peaceful while she was a sleep and buried against the soft pillows,i found squatting in front of her bed as I removed a strand of hair causing to block her beautiful face and gave a kiss on her forehead "You're safe with me bambina" I whispered as lightly as possible * Translations * tesoro - sweetheart/ treasure Bambina - baby

Well, that was the work of my lovable mom, because according to her, the word Kagura is a Japanese word which means entertaining the Gods. Doesn’t my name sound very holy? But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong.

“Y-yeah. He has a good personality.” “Oooh, I’m just giggling.” She squealed shaking her shoulders as if this unprecedented conversation was a total treat for her. For me, it’s bizarre. “I’m sorry about that.” She continued She leaned over towards me and then whispered. “I’m a bit of a Fujoshi, you see.” “Fujo—what?” “Fujoshi. It’s a Japanese term for women who loves romantic relationship between men.” “Oh? Oh! I-I didn’t know about that.”

When Aimi came close enough, I was already done cleaning and throwing out the bag of poop in a nearby trash. "Ria-chan! O-genki desu ka?! (How are you doing?)" Aimi yelled, giving me a bone crushing hug. She's been calling me Ria-chan since we became close, so it's like a nickname she gave me. She told me Japanese people add a 'chan' at the end of a name when they're close to the person. I sometimes do the same and call her 'Aimi-chan'. But when she gets on my nerves, I call her 'Ashi', like 'ashy'? I hugged her back. "Hai! Genki da yo! Anatawa? (Yes! I'm great! and you?)"

We even spoke in unison. "Sorry, Amara," Fukuda-san looked apologetic towards the foreigner. He apologized to her by just using her first name! W-wait but for foreigners, that's normal right? He addressed us. "This is my neighbor, friend, and classmate, Amara-san." facing us he added an honorific. "You could have just kept it at student..." Amara commented. Fukuda made a face. "Ehhhh, but being called sensei is...weird"

Oka-sama (mother). -Kun: Is used by people of senior status in addressing or referring to those of junior status, or by anyone when addressing or referring to male children or male teenagers, or among male friends. It can also be used by females when addressing a male that they are emotionally attached to or have known for a long period of time. E.g. Nicolas-kun. -Chan: It expresses that the speaker finds a person endearing. In general, chan is used for babies, young children, grandparents, and teenagers. It may also be used toward cute animals, lovers, close friends, any youthful woman, or between friends. E.g. Sakura-chan.

I shouted, scowling. But he just released a short laugh and straightened to his full height. “Nobody orders me like that, desime.” “What?” Despite how angry I was, I blinked many times after hearing the foreign word. Who knows? Maybe he just called me a bitch. That would indeed enrage me more. “It’s an endearment, Nicolette. Get used to it.” “Well, I don’t care about your spiffing words,” I replied, painstakingly refraining myself to ask what the endearment was. “Just get out, please. Let the lady enjoy her bath.”

Gayle, who had been leaning into my side, snaked her arms around my waist from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Oh, this is going to be good,” she purred, her fingers occasionally brushing against the hard planes of my abs through my shirt. A smile spread across my face. This was easy, comfortable territory. This was me. “Oh, that’s fun!” I leaned forward slightly, warming to the topic. “Let’s see. In Japanese, it’s ‘Aishiteru’ (愛してる).” I pronounced it carefully, with a slight bow of my head. “In Mandarin, ‘Wǒ ài nǐ’ (我爱你).” I articulated the tones distinctly. “French, ‘Je t’aime.’ Spanish, ‘Te amo.’ German, ‘Ich liebe dich.’ Italian, ‘Ti amo.’ Korean, ‘Saranghae.’ Portuguese, ‘Eu t

Along with a letter. Kenji’s stomach growled, seeing all his favorite foods, but the letter was more important. Kenji opened it first. [Eat up, and thank you for everything. Forgive me. Sayōnara.] Kenji stared at the word "sayōnara" for a long time. That farewell was different from “ittekimasu,” which was also a promise to return. "Sayōnara" was a goodbye for an indefinite, possibly permanent, amount of time.