Romans & histoires Kashimo X Sukuna

“I—“ she scratches the side of her head, chuckling nervously. “Yo-You’re not hideously! You just look scary! Scary was what I meant to say! My brain just didn’t get me right away.” “Sure, sure.” Kenshi rolls his eyes at Mizuko. The smile on his faces slipped off. “I say you also look ugly when you turn into a demon.” “Mizuko rolls her eyes, snorting. “I do not change forms, Kenshi. I choose to be human and that’s it!” Kenshi then laughs, taking her hand and bring it towards his lips to kiss. She has never been kissed by any boy before. They says that the sweetest kiss is on the forehead but for Mizuko, Kenshi’s kisses are the sweetest. No matter what kind of kiss he gives, it makes her head

"Not really. I'm kind of hungry right now. Could you please bring me something fast and ready to eat?" "You mean, sashimi?" "Is it expensive?" Kumiko pulled up his professional smile and explained, "This is Gintomi and you see April flowers falling down in the middle of August. Everything is bloody expensive, Miss." "I've got no idea what you were talking about, but I like your exotic accent. So, yes, sashimi it is." I said. Kumiko bowed and walked out of the lounge. A few moments later, she came back with a bowl of sliced raw fish arranged in a sakura flower pattern.

Sakura blushed at the admonishment of the woman whose otherworldly demeanor completely vanished as she spewed all those curses. Finally, after calming herself, she ignored Sakura and turned toward the shadow. Two figures, draped in black clothes from head to toe, hiding their features, immediately appeared next to her. Still, even though their features were hidden, it was easy to guess from their figures that they were women. The Miko, Kiku, sat down roughly on the mat with her legs crossed and took another swig of her Sake as she gulped down greedily. "Fuck! That hit the spot!" Her face flushed, she squinted as she faced her two closest companions and most skilled kunoichi. "Explain."

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

Tati says, smirking, and we all wait for Cass to return. When she does, she looks stunning. Her Akido Gi is all white. She walks towards Tadashi and Alina intercepts her. I didn’t see it at first, but Alina kneels and holds up a Katana to her and Cass smiles at her and thanks her before taking the Katana and unsheathes it.

Takuto suddenly ran to the bathroom and retched into the toilet. In the restaurant, the waiter brought out a local specialty—kinmedai sashimi. “Legend has it,” Misaki had somehow appeared beside Takuto, “that the doomed lovers had this as their final meal.” Takuto froze, chopsticks suspended mid-air. Memories surged up like a tidal wave— “How extravagant… Eating kinmedai at a time like this,” Risa had said with a bitter smile. “Because you said you wanted to try it,” his younger self replied.