Tsukishima X Yamaguchi Lemon Novels & Stories

He plopped himself on the sofa again and then said, “When we were in Japan three months ago. You forgot already?” I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to remember it. Big difference. “I still have photos of you wearing that kimono in my phone,” he said. Both Sakura and Akira looked excited while Jess nodded her head. She said, “Isaac showed them to me. Believe me, this uke is the real deal.” Uke? Did Jess just say uke to Akira and Sakura? Suddenly I realized why they got along so well. Jess had found herself more BL fans.

The crew murmured thanks and started tapping their orders on the tablets in front of them: sushi rolls, tempura, sake. “This is incredible, Mr. Smith,” one of the cameramen said, sounding genuinely impressed. “I’m not eating what he ordered,” I cut in, glaring at Liam as I started tapping on my own screen. “I’ll order for myself.” Liam didn’t even look at me. He just shook his head slightly and kept scrolling through his phone. A moment later, it buzzed, and he stood up, walking toward the large shoji window. He stared out at the lanterns and the ponds, one hand in his pocket.

“I am!” “Let’s go shopping?” “Sure!” Both Leila and Amanda headed down to the streets of SoHo Manhattan to roam and shop around. They looked around the boutiques and picked a few items before going to a Japanese restaurant for dinner. “You can’t have sushi, my darling.” “Hmm… What should I get then?” Amanda glanced at the server and pointed at the menu, “We’ll have two Mapo Tofu Udon, please.” “And also two sparkling yuzu juice.’

"Yes. And. and I want food—lots. Send all of it. Sushi, ramen, wagashi, fruit—send it in a basket. Best quality. Today's for Yuki." He hesitated for half a beat, as if he felt the magnitude of that craving, but nodded after that. "Understood." "Thank you." Kenji handled the rest: ordering an upscale concierge. I drove this vintage eco-sedan to make it inconspicuous, but racing within. I restrained from playing Ecstasy chords—it needed to sound contemplative, not flashy. Still: revenge against cowardice. Ten minutes in, my team told me it was a group of chefs at Azabu that assembled the basket—fresh fruit, sweet mochi, yakitori, soup, three types of nigiri and a jar of matcha pudding. I permi

On the small monitor in the cockpit, the camera feed flickered to life, showing a small, vibrant burst of color clinging to a dangerous, narrow edge of the cliff. "I found it," Damien whispered. In the glow of his headlamp, the purple and green leaves of the Crimin plant shimmered like a miracle against the cold, gray stone.

Scarlet butt in while playfully holding the bottle of champagne placed on the table as she poured some of its content down to a winery glass, “Let her be.” Yamato acted as if he didn’t hear anything coming from her end as he just stared at his daughter. Xiao, on the other hand, felt aggravated upon the sight of her aunt acting bitchy once again, “I’ll leave when this ends,” Xiao announced, making Yamato’s lips form a wide smile, very opposite to Scarlet’s reaction who had just rolled her eyes upon on act.

After about 20 minutes of walking, they arrived at Isomaru Suisan—a classic izakaya buzzing with warmth and noise. “Three beers, two highballs… Sakura-chan, what about you?” “Just one Yuzu Chuhai,” she said. Enough to join in, but not enough to lose control. She needs to wake up early tomorrow—no matter what. The food came in waves—edamame, yakitori, grilled squid, sashimi, tofu, even ebi tempura. The table filled quickly, the air thick with laughter and smoke from nearby grills. Sakura smiled, laughed, and eat with them…

Luna found a quiet spot to relax and enjoy the serene ambiance, taking a moment to soak in the beauty and find inner peace. Luna's culinary adventure in Tokyo was a delight for her taste buds. She explored the bustling Tsukiji Fish Market, sampling fresh sushi and sashimi that was melt-in-your-mouth delicious. Luna also indulged in the art of ramen, slurping up flavorful bowls of noodles in small local shops tucked away in hidden corners of the city. She even tried her hand at making sushi in a traditional cooking class, learning the delicate techniques from a skilled sushi master.

Yesterday when they just arrived at the landslide site, Sazkia saw Qomar coming and offered to help her to wake Syamsa up, a beautiful girl who became the idol of Gajah Mungkur campus. Sazkia also thought that Qomar had started to love Syamsa. Qomar silently stroked Syamsa's head and kissed her forehead while they were in the medical room. Qomar paid no attention to Sazkia who was standing behind the door. "Saz" Lina nudged Sazkia's arm who was still daydreaming. Sazkia turned her head. Meanwhile, Qomar, who was getting bored with the endless waiting, immediately looked down. There is a stiff in the warmth of the night in the Gebang Rejo village hall.

And soon after they turned to rehearsing kabuki plays that Sasha both wrote and starred in as the mysterious and diabolical Yami Tennō or Emperor of the Dark (plus his minions), while Aki dressed up as the valiant princess disguised as a man who would single-handedly broker peace among all the clans. They spent countless hours talking about all subjects, and because Aki didn’t really have the freedom to travel, Sasha would regale her with stories of the hunt, the beasts of the northern ice caps, and the jutsus of the blue Slayers. They made blanket forts in Aki’s room and told ghost stories. Then, when it became clear it was the only way to spend even more time with her, he joined her privat