Takumi Kizu Novels & Stories

I looked at Takumi's bandaged fingers. "Your right finger was cut by the shard of the lens glass, right?" Takumi touched his finger, "I cut my finger when I learned to cook," Takumi said quietly. "You're lying. If you cut your finger with a knife, it should be the finger on your left hand, not your right hand, unless you're a left-handed person. However, in fact you're not right-handed. The wound on the finger was obtained when you rushed to pick up shards of glass. while everyone's attention is on Kenkyo-chan. You can't make excuses anymore, Takumi, give up!"

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

He had rumors going on about him that the only times Waramaki ever won against him were when he wasn't serious but one true fact was that Waramaki was the only one to ever win against him in the tournament. The second person... was Natsumi Fubuki. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: There not many people that can break through Kojiro's barrier. It can withstand high levels of pressure without even cracking.

Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari." "What?!" Takanashi was startled. The one who asked this question was the other chef, Jun Satou (the one with blonde hair and a long bang) since he had heard their conversation before. There were only three guys on the back and Popura had gone out to the front to do her job again so they could talk freely.

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'm left alone here. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I feel sorry for Mizu, but on the other hand I'm laughing because of their crazy behavior? Kazuo-kai and Mizu, they're like Tom and Jerry. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

It is already bad enough that Mizuki knew about them, but for reasons unknown, both Riou and the Elder didn’t seem to have any objections that Mizuki knew so much about them. “I see,” said Mizuki with a smile, and the man glanced at Yuri curiously. “I’ll introduce you. Yuri, this is Tendo Amachi-san, a professor at Tokyo University.” Yuri inclined her head politely to the man, and this gesture was returned. “Amachi-san, this is Yuri. Yuri Kirisawa. She is one of my regular visitors here.” Tendo almost choked on his drink at this, and he turned his head so quickly to face Yuri that the girl could have sworn that she almost saw him crick his neck.

“You have so many friends.” “Did Miranda gave you cupcakes again?” Mizuko gasped, jumping away from him, looking all flustered. She shut her eyes for a second, biting her lower lip. How could her feelings get the best of her?! She does it every time he is gone! “Yes, maybe she did!” And she heard him chuckle. “Anyways! I have made a friend named Blue and she is so amazing! She could hit a target who moves really fast!” “Blue?” Kenshi asked which she nodded. “You should ask her sometimes if she works for the Kingdom of Hikari. To be sure, ask her if she works for Yushiro, the greatest swordsman, my rival.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He stopped when he saw her. “Takashi” she greeted. “Ms. Megumi” he said back with a small smile. She blinked impishly. “Walking is really nice, isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “So Takashi, I don’t make it my business to know about my members lives, but I want to know about you”. “Okay…” “Then tell me about you”. “I’m Takashi Fujiwara, and I am here working for you. Making poison for the gang”.