Midorikawa Hikaru Novels & Stories

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

Crossing a hand over her heart she started; "Dia dhuit", she greeted politely, "As mentioned, my name is Hikaru Raijin I'm an Ascendant of the Spirit of Lightning. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance", she greeted. "Raijin?" Moira hummed, "Like the God of Lightning in Japanese myth?" she queried politely. Pleasantly surprised Hikaru smiled and nodded, "Similar", she answered, and "He's the Japanese God or thunder, storms and lightning and my father", she stated bowing.

50 tall, he was thinking about his sex life in which even his boyfriend, who thank the good lord, he hadn't cared about the fact that he was that age and his height. So much so that his new fashionable clothes to make him look like some delinquent, in which he was four times bigger than him, too bad his boyfriend was secret and his life as boyfriends was even more secret, when they Asian, they asked if he was their son, or their father or whatever, But they never kissed in public, he made excuses for extra classes and detention problems at school. Hikaru had a thin face, bony knees, black hair and very green eyes, he wore square and wide glasses, wearing sunglasses with contact lenses most

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

His golden red hair was tied in half, and he let the remaining strands of his hair scatter in the wind. While his robes were bright gold, and I didn't expect him to wear armor to meet me. Is there going to be a big war? By now, those green eyes were looking at me with piercing gaze, and his arrogance was visible in his jawbone and the dimple in his chin. Midaz looks exactly like an angry Greek god. Midaz, or rather Minami Dazune. His name is not at all like his face and appearance. He really doesn't look like Japanese.

* suggested Keyla Kojiro fired his Neotiger Shot and Hikaru his Eagle Shot, but Keyla blocked them both. *so Key, you can play football better than us, you are better in goal than Genzo, you can play volleyball and you work as a doctor. Anything else we should know? * Hikaru looked in Keyla's direction in astonishment. *Hikaru that's what you call multi-talent* Keyla laughed *so girls and next time a little more respect for your captain. If you have respect for her, I have respect for you too* Kojiro looked at the girls seriously.

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

That also allowed him the liberty and the time to plan his work such that he could make it in time for dinner at ours at least three times a week. “Kakeru.” Hikaru-nii called. “Your hair’s a mess. You seem to have gotten a good nap in.” His daughter had inherited his brown eyes. And to be fair, his hair was a little messier than mine was. But his hair had always been like that. “Mm. I was playing basketball.” I said grace and began eating. “Basketball?” Hiro-san asked. “Yes. I was peacefully dreaming and then you came and ruined it very loudly for me, Hiro-san.” I raised my eyes to him. Kaori-nee was a good cook and the food did not allow me to make a distasteful face at him.

I quickly stand and started walking away. “Thank you for stopping by, Ms. One punch girl!” he shouted. “I have a name!” “I also have too! Akihiro! Not a superman nor a batman but still a Hiro. You’re Hiro, exclusively for you!” --

I called them the Sinister Six. Jason Stokes was the leader. Tall, good-looking, green eyes, messy black hair. He treated everyone like trash unless you were attractive enough to matter. He had a scar on his shoulder from a party fight—at least that was the story. The story changed every time, so maybe he just cut himself making a sandwich. Either way, intelligence wasn’t his strength.