Romans & histoires Kyo Sohma Fanart

“Because I never had one.” They didn’t laugh. But for a moment, it eased the weight in the air. Just enough. Elsewhere – In the Car Leaving the Estate Koji removed the chef coat. Underneath, his arms were lined with black tattoos — symbols of the fallen clans. He looked at the photo in his hand again. Soo-ah. But this time, someone else had circled the face in red. Not Soo-ah’s. But Sang-woo’s. Koji chuckled.

It was beautiful even though it showed a story of blood and darkness. I passed the folder to Hibiki for him. “Nice work, son. I would say you need to adjust your proportions. I know you’ve not seen pictures of Yūri when she was young, so I’m guessing you went off Riko’s proportions for the drawings.” he commented, handing the folder back. “Um, well yeah. Riko didn’t have any pictures of Yūri when she was young. Just a few here and there when Saki was still alive. I also looked at the pictures in the album of Saki when she was young, and her figure was similar to Riko.” Forrest nodded.

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.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

He blushed when Ezekiel secretly held his hand. “Ahh!” Soheila held her chest as she smiles while her eyes were closed. “My yaoi heart!” Soheila continued. “Yaoi heart? What's that?” Hector asked. Hiding his smile. Soheila looked at her and laughed. “Yaoi? It's like boys' love, but in a different language.” She answered. “What about the heart? And what language is that?” Zachary asked. Interested.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

⊱♥⊱╮ღ ALONE WITH ANOTHER LION ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ Art is topless right now, and he is approaching me. I'm moving back as I watch his narrow stare is very alluring.

I'm crying for this, cause I've been in Kazuo's position :) See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie