Otaku Kun Novels & Stories

When those words came out from the mouth of the boy, everyone in the pantry looked at this boy with an expressionless expression. 'Aren't you the lolicon?' "Takanashi-kun, not everyone is a lolicon like you," a young man with blonde hair and a long bang that covered one of his eyes said. "What do you mean by that, Satou-san? I am not a lolicon! I am a "minicon"!" The boy whose name was Takanashi complained. "Well, if you're curious, you can ask Taneshima later," a young man with blonde hair and a long bang that covered one of his eyes whose name was Satou said.

“You are one weird guy. We would get along fine. Come along, I’ve got the latest season of AOT on my flash, you’d love to watch it. Wait, you’re following AOT right?” Xavier wanted to ask him what he meant by flash but he figured that not knowing what a flash was would have been like being born in the eighties and not knowing Michael Jackson. “What’s AOT?” Xavier asked. “Weirdo!” Jon shouted. “I knew it. Who doesn’t know AOT. That’s Attack of Titans dude! It’s like one of the best anime’s I’ve seen in a long time, and I’m a huge anime fan so you should know that I’ve seen a lot.”

*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.

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

She also learned that her brother was an 'otaku', a Japanese anime fanatic, and was going to learn Japanese over the summer. Serafina was impressed with him and found herself enjoying his company, cracking jokes, and talking about school. Without realization, she started talking to him about her problems and was surprised when he just nodded along, not judging her, forcing her to come to the realization that he was very easy to talk to.

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He smiled. “You mean Stew, right?” Saburo asked. “Oh it’s called Stew here?” Saburo nodded. Jai faked being surprised. “Well I guess, the young me was wrong.” All of them sighed and calmed down. “I thought that was an expression for a type of violence, Jai-kun…” Kotori said, putting Shoru on the floor. The little wolf instantly jogged towards him. Jai chuckeld. He didn’t know that none of them know about Hot Pot. He took Shoru and put her on his head. “My bad.” He walked to one of the benches and sat as he read the Akamine’s letters again.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

He says "She's super cool because she can practically brave all odds. Do you know anyone who could actually do that to themselves?" Caramel's eyes meet mine and we both mouth the same word, Chocolate, and it makes me smile while he blushes and says "Y-Yeah, but I think Megumi is cool too" Yeah, cool is the exact word he's supposed to use. Kai shrugs, now poking his fork at his food "Yeah. You know that stuff with his shadow thing? In the manga, he's like tier level. Totally Gojou Satoru" I scoff "As if"