Romans & histoires Tsukishima X Hinata

giving off an aura of a sexy heavenly Goddess, any man could drool over seeing such beauty which Kazuma was about to do now no matter the countless times he had seen her, it just felt like her beauty was increasing every second. After noticing this Sasuke hits him not too hard on the shoulder bringing him back to reality, what pains him now the most is that she wouldn't even look at him for more than a second before taking her eyes off him, he's damn ugly he always thought. He looked back to the Goddess named Hinata, she walked right past the front roll to go seat close to Renji, this made Kazuma's blood boil even more but he couldn't say a word, and he can't even approach her not like this

a rough voice murmurs "Are you okay?" Oh, no. No I prayed for a living soul but not this one. It was Hinata. One of the most fearsome members of the renowned mafia group Yakuzas, otheriwse known as "Bloods & Sins". "huh, yeah I'm great" I tried to brush off the panic, casually drawing away from him and avoiding his concerned gaze as if I don't have a care in the world. But, in reality, my fear had only been heightened. "Sorry to worry you, have a nice night."

Maybe I should keep an eye out for another love interest for him after the whole thing with Hina has concluded. There were fewer monsters at a lively place filled to the brim with positive energy. Moreover, Nozomi’s shikigami and the Tenki charm worked well. After they returned to school, Makoto also sensed a shift in Hina’s attitude towards her studies. When he pointed it out to Hina, his compliment only further confirmed Hina’s past problematic mindset. Hina’s gratitude towards Yosuke thus rose again, without anyone’s awareness. Then, Yosuke began gate crashing their study sessions in the Matsuri house. He even helped Makoto from time to time, who could only reluctantly accept Yosuke’s hel

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.

Antonio stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides, barely containing his rage as Damon walked over to Hinata and grabbed her by the hair pulled her face up. "Look at her," Damon mocked, and he leaned down slightly, his eyes shifting between Antonio and Hinata. "My men, all of them have planted our seeds successfully in her and she's still this strong. How impressive is this Asian?" Antonio's jaw tightened, his glare sharp as steel, but he remained silent, knowing Damon was trying to provoke him. Not like he can this if he decides to fight back alone. Damon tugged lightly on the chain connected to Hinata's collar, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"So, I heard that the name of Hitaku members is Hikari, Neu, and Nimura. Your leader tells me that all of you didn't have enough time to spend on the group since all of you were busy with something. Because of that, he tries to find something that maybe will extract the attention from Hitaku members. He then discusses this competition with our leader." The way that that guy was talking about Sabu-sama makes Neu feel sick. But Neu was thinking that maybe he should hear more about it from that guy. So he just acting like he didn't really know about Sabu-sama and told that guy to continue talking about it. That guy was so weird when Neu says that he didn't know more about Sabu-sama but since th

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

Nothing about him excites me enough to want to spend time with him. A devious thought crawls into my mind and I smile even wider; “No, I don’t mind. I’d like us to talk.” My chest constricts with guilt at the twinkle of excitement in his eyes. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and stretches it towards me; “My name is Hinata. Can I have your number?” I can feel the full weight of Bhyron’s stare on me now. He’s no longer concerned with being discreet. My blood pressure jumps with excitement.

“Well, when I shared confused flashbacks with the Ayakashi, I saw that she once posed for a portrait and I finally recalled where I had seen her before. I tried going to the library to confirm my theory. You can imagine how frustrated I was because I was only around 60% confident about my memory and I desperately wanted to confirm it. As it turned out though, I may have had the ability to pass through walls, but I couldn’t move stuff or even turn a page. Needless to say, I had to endure my impatience longer and I just came back to the library another time once I had re-materalized.” “Who was she?” Aki asked, feeling her heart quicken. “Himiko Henka,” Sasha answered casually. He was met with

Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat and glanced at Haruka. “Her name is Sakura Taito,” Haruka said, leading Sebastian into the living room. “She’s very beautiful and very famous, so I’ve heard. She will be wearing one of my precious pieces.” “I see,” Sebastian murmured. “Don’t look at me like that, Onii-chan,” they heard Akira snap. “I’m not jealous. So not jealous of her. I’m just pissed that she gets to wear Oba-chan’s necklace.” “If she doesn’t wear that necklace, then who will?” the deep, manly voice of Sosuke Suzuki asked. “You?”