Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Kamado Shirtless

“He wants to know right now.” “I heard him.” Kade sighed. “Alright but, try not to freak out.” Kade huffed as he pulled his leather jacket off roughly, throwing it onto the roof of the car. Neither Karim or Mully moved or said a word until Kade was half way through taking his shirt off. “Whoa, wait a minute…what are you doing?” Karim took a step back, hands raised as if to protect himself. “Undressing. I don’t want my clothes to get ruined.” Kade replied frankly, continuing to undress.

His eyes fall upon the small piece of soap over the corner of the bed. "Let’s see how that small thing is going to help you Koishi" walking out of the room walking towards the bathroom. Takeshi just stood right in front of the door with his back leaning against the wall. *-* Finally done being taking a bath wearing the same clothes given by Takeshi, Koishi stood in front of the mirror with the towel upon his head drying up his hair. The knee ankle sweat pants along with the white shirt above with the grey printed mountains in the middle of it. Just staring at his reflection blanly as his vision starts to get blur than before.

She was beginning to break down a bit, and he could see it. “Kid go for a walk,” CJ stated as he could see it as well. She turned and walked out as she did all the men’s eyes widened for a split second except for one. When she clear the tent flaps and CJ could see she was far enough away. “What is that thing she is wearing?” “It’s clothes more specifically, a shirt and a pair of shorts,” Mitsuhide said sarcastically. “Your clothes,” CJ and Nobunaga said at the same time.

I choke on my words. "Yes or no?" He asks, holding out the shirt he had worn today in his hands. A smile is playing on his lips. I contemplate. I'm wearing a hoodie and some skinny jeans. Would a shirt be better than choking to death on the hood of my top? Yes. "Yeah." I say softly. I'm wearing underwear, so it's not like I'll be naked. Plus, he's a lot bigger than me. Ramon grins, and tosses he shirt my way. I sit frozen when he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off leaving him in only his underwear.

I asked again, “can I see the full picture?” She sighed and shook her head, a small frown tugging at her lips. “Sorry… we barely have any pictures of him shirtless. He’s weirdly private about his body. And even the few I have seen… the tattoo never shows up clearly. It’s like it disappears unless you’re staring at him directly.” I tilted my head slightly, my heart sinking, and swallowed the frustration clawing at my throat. “Okay,” I whispered. And then, another sneeze escaped me reminding me I was still standing here in damp clothes. My skin was starting to chill beneath the coat.

There was clear tension between us, and Damian’s obvious dislike for me made things a bit more complicated. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door suddenly opened. My heart skipped a beat as I found myself face-to-face with Damian. He stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose trousers that hung low on his hips. His skin glistened with water droplets from a recent shower, and he was in the process of drying his hair with a towel.

Even if I tell him to go to Japan today, I'm certainly sure he wouldn't hesitate to do it. I wore a white tank top and long black skirt that ended a few inches after my knees. I also tied my long hair using my hair clamp for a change, cutting my long-held fascination with high ponytail. The same time I went out of my room is the same time Kadmiel went out of his room too. I boldly scanned his body. He's wearing a body hugging white shirt paired with his denim pants and brown boots. I blinked a few times at the sight. Damn? He looks like the male lead star from a movie. The one who owns huge hectares of ranch in the countryside. I could even imagine him topless, while taking care of one of hi

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

Even if I'm not with Ryu, I will never be with Sakura. I looked at the girl chewing and popping her bubble gum. She was dressed in jean overalls with a pink shirt underneath and blue sneakers. Then my eyes flitted to Toshiro who was wearing their practise uniform. Navy blue shorts and a milk shirt which was drenched with his sweat. His blonde locks were sticking to his face. I can't believe this dunce is a father. His eyes met mine and he smiled at me. I just averted my gaze.

I seen towards him shockingly then my eyes landed on his upper body he is not wearing any shirt last night when I seen him he wore his t shirt now what happened wahh his abs and broad shoulders I never felt like this even to any models but now iam speechless to his body but when I seen his chest there is a tattoo it's my name iam looking at it he cleared his throat I came back to sense and seen him he said "last night you became too cold you are freezing and shivering I don't know what to do so I removed my shirt and your top to warm you"