Junko Enoshima Personality Novels & Stories

Do I still have to watch Enzo continue to date other girls and endure it just because we're both divorced but still living together… I used to think, “If that's the case, it's worth the extra effort. , if it's worth it, how long do I have to continue?" Enzo is not an ordinary man, he is a leader and he always knows how to make everyone bow before him. Sometimes gentle, affectionate, sometimes tough and cold, sometimes real and sometimes fake, it makes me spin and mistakenly think that he loves me too. Enzo always knew how to make me bow to and accept all his badness.

Much to Eiichi's dissatisfaction, everyone eventually learnt to ignore his princely attitude. Aimi later also befriended Tatsuya Jin, who was Naoko's buddy for a pair work. This was accomplished from merely spending their 1 hour lunch break together everyday, besides the few shared classes they have every week. In contrast, Naoko looked more plain and was slightly chubby. Her personality was also meek and soft. She felt insecure about her looks, lacked confidence in herself, and made sure to not get in anyone's way. As a result, she very easily and often blended into the background regardless if she was surrounded by people, because of Aimi, or not.

His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife. When Kota first joined the team, Inojin’s welcome had been sharp enough to cut. “You might think you’re special because you came from a fancy middle school, but here… I decide who stays.” That was his introduction, spoken with cool eyes and no hint of warmth. It had taken Kota months to see past the mask and figure him out. Kota never imagined he would discover that Inojin was hiding something this big.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

“Good. I’ll be extra careful on Tuesdays then.” They shared a smile. A real one this time. “You don’t seem like the corporate type,” Enzo said after a pause. “I mean, CEO of a gaming company in Japan? I expected someone stiffer. Maybe even terrifying.” “I get that a lot,” Reina replied. “I just don’t believe you need to be a robot to lead. Besides, I’ve worked with enough arrogant executives to know the world needs more people who say it how it is.” “Like calling someone a dickhead in public?”

Emiko asked, hoping Jonas was just trying to lie to keep her from approaching him. "Yes, of course," Jonas said. "No one can lie about something like this." Emiko snorted angrily. "I won't believe you if you don't show me any proof. I'll assume you're just trying to avoid me, but I won't back down." Emiko's smile gave Jonas the creeps. She was very beautiful and attractive, with her cheerful and confident demeanor; she must have been well aware of her strengths and knew that those around her admired her. But there was also a sinister element behind it. Emiko must have liked to bully people she didn't like or who she deemed didn't go along with her wishes or orders, and she could be dangerous

I was glad my father didn’t see my expression because it would have given my emotions away instantly. He paused at the doorway though and without looking at me, he said, “Enzo is different from most of the Alphas. He’s young, but he’s incredibly serious. He doesn’t have fun often or let himself feel normal emotions. It’s almost like he’s holding onto something he can’t let go of…” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts.

The drive to work was quiet and fast. My employees greeted me when they saw me but as usual I ignored their greetings and went straight to my private elevator. When I arrived at the office, Enzo wasn't there. I smiled. He is supposed to be at work at eight, just thirty minutes left. I opened my laptop to finish yesterday's work. From time to time my eyes would shift from my laptop to the clock, for some reason I was holding my breath. I know Enzo more than anyone in his life, he is never punctual, he is clumsy, he loves sweets, he hates black coffee, he has no friends, his only friend was his late mother.

“I want a shark tank.” I whip my head around to glare at Enrique, who is suspiciously quiet — and smirking. “You’re in on this?” I hiss. He shrugs like the world’s most useless Greek god of chaos. “It builds confidence. And core strength.” “And drains energy,” Marco snubs from behind. “She has bones like paper, Enrique,” I whisper. “And the agility of a panda.” He leans in, voice low and unrepentant. “Then we’ll wrap her in bubble wrap. I’ll get the glitter kind.”

“Why him of all people?” Yamato Eiji is probably the only person in the world who thinks of Aronohai Miyamura as less. He calls his name the same way one might call the name of a cursed demon. So, I can understand where he’s coming from, but that judgmental tone kind of pisses me off. “Why would I not want to have sex with him?”. He scoffs at me. “Would you want to sleep with a parasite, Sorahiko?”. “Of course not. How would I even do that?”.