Otaku Kun Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

Kyoko suddenly asked, eyeing Akiko’s face. “No! I don’t like him! Why do you keep asking? I already told you, I’m not interested in any man right now.” Akiko snapped, became irritated, and then returned to their table. She slumped into her chair and drunk her coffee in one gulp. “Yeah, you’re not mad. You don’t look irritable at all,” Kyoko muttered sarcastically, shaking her head at Akiko’s obviously frustrated behavior. --- *Otaku: A Japanese term for people with obsessive interests, particularly in anime and manga.

Because right now, I am the lover of the Lord Yakuza. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Debbie replied indifferently. “How is it?" Alfred was so confused because Debbie turned out to be different from what he thought. “What?” Alfred starts to annoy her. “Are you going there?” “Jeez, that's why I said I was not a wibu or otaku! I rather like to read Japanese comics than novels.” Well it's clear textbooks are not included in the choice of Debbie's life dictionary. “Heard the same to me.. It's called otaku!” “Come on, I don't cosplay nor do I come to events like that.” Debbie is not so enamored of Japanese culture.

Takuto Kimura, 10 years and 2 months old, had now entered his seventh year since his reincarnation. The torrential rain relentlessly soaked Tokyo to its core in the dead of night, a cascade of water drenching the city’s neon-lit streets. Beneath the awning of a convenience store, a small figure huddled, drenched, inside a children’s raincoat. Takuto Kimura clutched in his hands the crisp banknotes he had just withdrawn from an ATM—his precious New Year’s money, carefully saved up over the past year. This modest sum would serve as his initial capital to purchase a second-hand computer, one that could connect to the internet and help him embark on the path to his ultimate goal.

I turned around and gave her my cell phone. I did not know who she was going to call. But, my mother got out of the shop and entered the house. As if she did not want her conversation to be heard. Inside the shop, I saw Jenny was seriously watching a news program on television. Unlike usual, girls liked to watch the news. As I told you, Jenny loved watching anime. "What's the news that catches the attention of an otaku?" I asked my sister. Wikipedia said 'otaku' is a Japanese term for people with consuming interests, particularly in anime and manga.

She joined him when she was done and sat across from him. “So” She started. “So?” “Don't you have anything to say?” She asked, a little surprised. “Ok fine. Hi, my name's Takumi Rengoku and I'm 16 years old. Nice to meet you.” She looked at him with a tilted head and raised an eyebrow. “This is the part where you also introduce yourself.” She couldn't stop herself from snorting. “What?” “I wasn't expecting that response. I'm Twilight Sakata and no, my parents weren't wasted when they named me. They just really loved My Little Pony.” She paused for a moment. “Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, I think they were.”

Sakura couldn’t help but ask, arranging the seafood properly on the platter so they wouldn’t fall when she carried them out. Ms. Ruka giggled and then said, “If we have time, I will certainly suggest to Tachibana-sensei to do an extra photo shoot. There are some scenes I think Tachibana-sensei would definitely approve, though they wouldn’t be suitable for the magazine.” Akira raised a brow and said, “I can already guess what they are.” Jane, curious, asked Akira, “What are they?” Akira, being rather blunt, said, “Guys doing hot and naughty things together. In Japan, it’s call Yaoi. It’s Ms. Ruka’s favorite form of literature.” She even winked.