Sakurai X Uzaki Novels & Stories

So Hikari didn't have any choice but to take the challenge of finding it out. After a long walk, they then meet with Suzuki. Akaru goes to Suzuki and says to him "It was all up to you now. I have bought them here." Suzuki was so weird when he heard that. But he never heard from anyone that Akaru will come with them and they never met before. Suzuki tries to ask Akaru about that, but Akaru just ignores him. Akaru says to Hikari, Neu, and Nimura that he will take a leave and he wants them to just be happy because he will always watch their back. They all accepted it and Akaru just goes away. When Akaru wasn't there, Suzuki asks them "Who is him?" They just tell Suzuki that it was an old friend

"the possibility is still one out of ten, the man said. His gift was a bit based on accessing future, the only reason he didn't trust isekai even though on having gift like that was because he can't see anything concerning isekai. On the outskirt of the village the choosed warriors was still trying to hold off Kakashi and his fighters. "you have always been prepared and was only waiting," Ankara said with a smile as a little cut appeared on the throat of the man rushing toward her. "of course sister, there can never be a peaceful coexistence between us, we are like water and fire, we can never exist that long together," Kakashi said as he rushed towards Ankara. Actually Ankara and Kakashi wh

HIGH SCHOOL SAGA (When chaos descend on Love) Season 2 Episode 4 (Practice Duel) #Cole I sat up making sure I rethink my decision or thought before saying it to him, this isn’t what I want honestly, this is killing me instead. This has to end, if we’re gonna be together it won’t be for sex but for love instead. We’re fuck buddies honestly and not lovers, this just as to come to an quick end because I’m tired and sick of it.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.