Tsukishima Headphones Novels & Stories

Tsuky then, in the middle of the process, he approached them as they left the hospital, their secrets are his now, so that they are reminded about the past events, in that moment, in which now, Tsuky had with him, the recording now, it was all his, what would he do with all that riches, the gold in wagons, would he secretly invest in his company, using it little by little, anything, he would use the help of his demon allies so that he could disguise and hide it from where the gold and riches came from. It was then, whatever, no one needs to know the real origin, but they were transporting through tunnels and portals towards Tamarori County so he could use it, his name was very interesting,

I asked. He plucked the headphones from around his neck and gently placed them over my head. Then he handed me a plastic cassette case with names of songs written in messy block letters. I heard a click, and then my head nearly exploded. Pounding, concussive blasts of drums and guitars in unison: BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABABABA-BUM. I winced, took off the headphones, and handed them back. “That’s Diamond Head,” he said with a grin. “They’re fuckin’ awesome, right?”

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.