Katsuki X Ochako Novels & Stories

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.

Hibiki because I said and me because I realized I meant it. “I don’t want to rush, but we really do need to hit the road.” Hachiro ruiner of moments coughed. “Hachiro.” Mayu scoffed, smacking him in the chest. “They just said their vows, and you are rushing them out the door.” she sighed. “I was just saying…” he grumbled, rubbing his chest. “I know you have to rush, but before you go anywhere, I am getting pictures at the koi pond!” Riko announced.

*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.

Akatsuki said to his friend with a sigh. "Have you talked to Leatrice? Aren't you flirting with her?" Shuji asked his friend if he didn't want to talk about the past. "Watashi mo anata ni tazunetadeshou, anata mo kanojo to hanashimashita ka? Watashi wa kanojo ni denwa shi tari renraku shi tari suru koto ga mattaku dekimasen, 'Watashi wa tōtatsu dekimasen' ga itsumo kikoemasu." Akatsuki told his friend he just took a breath and showed what he was doing to contact Lixue.

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

Kazan snarled, his voice a distorted, dual-toned monster's growl. Before Oberon could even pull his dark fae blade, Kazan launched himself forward. The impact was like a lightning strike. Kazan hit the prince with blinding alpha speed, his massive shoulders slamming into Oberon's chest and throwing them both entirely out of the bunker room, crashing violently into the stone hallway outside. The sound of tearing fabric and shattering armor echoed through the darkness as Kazan’s claws ripped through Oberon’s shadow-silk robes.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

“What is your name?” “Ren Shibasaki.” “I see,” said Hekate. “My name is Yuri Kirisawa. It is only common courtesy to let your opponent know your name before a fight. I only have five minutes at most to mess about with you. Let’s not waste any time here.” Ren snorted. “Exactly what I was thinking,” he said. And the next moment, they moved.

Akiko asked, half annoyed. “He’s not interested in me—thankfully. Kyoko shrugged. "And I'm not interested in three-dimensional men," she said. Akiko scoffed, unsurprised by Kyoko’s honesty. After getting to know her better, Akiko had learned that Kyoko was an otaku*. She preferred manga and anime characters over real people, which explained her bluntness when dealing with them. Her taste for men followed suit—Kyoko was more attracted to two-dimensional men from manga and anime. Akiko didn’t mind; in fact, she sometimes enjoyed Kyoko’s rather extensive manga collection.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.