Kanji X Naoto Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

Chantria When I got out of the car, I faced Iwatani. He frowned again while looking at me. I guess I need to get used to it because this one looks normal. I couldn't help but remember Joaquin from him. The difference is that he is mestizo and this one is brown. "We haven't formally met," I said to Iwatani before extending my hand. "I'm Seanne. And you are?" He looked at me very coldly. It's as if his every gaze penetrates. This one is not serious as dad said. He is grumpy.