Shun Kurosaki Novels & Stories

"I was just asking. You know, making conversation. That's what normal people do." "It's nosy is what it is." "We're permanently attached now. Where you go I go. Give a girl a break for wanting to know more about the complete stranger taking over her life." I braced myself for his cutting reply as we rounded the corner, him two steps in the lead. "Holy Hell!" I yelled, skittering sideways as a thick pole swung out and collected him. Grey crumpled to the ground. The man with the sun tattoo on his face stepped out from around the lit corner. "I told you we weren't finished," he hissed, raising his club.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hello there. Comeback with the story of Kai or Kazuo-kai at Seirryu university. The first day had been so confusing for Lord Yakuza. What would happen next without Ozgur in this story? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

The sight tickled her so much that she let out a small laugh, shocking everyone in the room, including herself. On the outside world, viewers from all walks of life couldn’t help but comment on what just occurred. Akiko Kanzaki was an emotionless assassin known to never show any expressions on her face. Yet, she was so easily disarmed by an unknown boy ranked last in Godfather High School! Earlier, Zen announced that he was no longer part of the Taro family. Without a family, this boy was free real estate! [The Godfather is intrigued by your ability to charm the Death Princess. You have been awarded 100 credits.]

"There is something strange about you, man. I don't know what it is, but I will find out eventually." "Whatever you say, Hirðstjóri." Brand shrugged again. He didn't like the way the man looked at him. He somehow suspected something. Could he be one of the ones who had hunted the other shifters down when they escaped? They were still staring at each other when the young warrior returned with a bowl of some type of brown stew and a half-stale heel of bread. He presented the fare like he was a waiter in a fancy steakhouse back home. Brand almost laughed at the image. "Here's his food," the boy said proudly.

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

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 doesn't want to show his transformation in public. "Sorry, we ugh... pictured you to be a hermaphrodite." A boy with an undercut said. "Alright then. What about him?" The guy turns his head to Kurai. "HE'S not genderfluid." Kurai snapped. "He's also not Chinese, Kurosawa. Let's get to introductions." Kazuha said. "Names Kurosawa Masato." The boy in leather says. "Yoshino Karin. Nice to meet you." The girl with blond hair said cheerfully.

Roxy and Francesca, carrying a tray of plates full of food, left the staff room. Once we arrived at Class 1-A I got off Roxy and we walked into Class 1-A. Once we were inside we saw Class 1-A. I looked at the students talking “lunch!” I shouted “thanks Incubus-kun” said Izuku “no probs Izuku” I said, I looked at the unknown inkling his hair was blue, fair toned skin, Squidfin Hook Cans, Neo Octoling Armor & Crazy Arrows. Not only that he has Beyond Eyes & a blue swimsuit bottom. *Wait I recognise him very well that’s Miyake Terutomo, Karuji’s childhood friend I remember correctly he doesn’t visit Karuji anymore because of a prank and thought Karuji held responsible* I went through my bikini

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

"N-No, it's not that. It's just that... I'm... I'm asthmatic! Yeah, I'm asthmatic so I need space for air. Yeah, that's it." "Ah, okay." the supposed-to-be-infected-guy reacted calmly. Wow, that was easy. I never thought he'd be accepting it so quickly. After having distance between them, Tokage looked at the guy again. "If I can't remember my name, then I'll just name myself! How about Kushi? No, no. Hajime? No. Umm.. How about Hideaki? I heard that name from the people passing by a while ago..." "Look at him, he doesn't seem to be doing the things an infected person are supposed to be doing." he thought.