Yuri Ayato Without Sunglasses Novels & Stories

And I couldn't wait to be home. To him. Yuki's POV There was something about facing a mirror and realizing that the person staring back was no longer hiding, that was poetic. No wigs. No lashes. No layers of artificial femininity wrapped around my voice or tucked into the hem of my attire. It was just me now—naked, barefaced, in a half-buttoned teal shirt and my signature lemon pants. The pins on my lapel sparkled under the morning sun. The semicolon tattoo behind my ear peeked out as if proud of me.

It feels nice. “Ngh! Ryu-chan thus is nice!” I moaned his face is soooo very red. “Ahh! Ayato! S-shut up” he moaned “Ayato uhm! I-im coming” he moaned while panting “Me too” I said and we both came together. - I stared at Ryu-chan’s sleeping face. I wish I could change my heart. “I wish you were Yuuki-chan” I mumbled and closed my eyes. I’ll forget you Yuuki-chan.

She never was. Ryu, on the other hand, remained calm, his gaze fixed on Lady X. He said nothing, but I could tell he wasn’t pleased by her presence. The air around him shifted, turning cold with the force of his silent fury. After a few moments of tense silence, Ryu's gaze turned to me. There was something different in his eyes, something softer, though it was fleeting. His usual icy demeanor was still there, but this time, it didn’t hold the same harshness it usually did.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" "The glass is one way through, of course they're watching us!" Ayu growled before lifting up her skirt, revealing her white skin and she pulled out two guns from it. Jiroo and I were drawn out and stared at her white skin and thick thigh with our mouth agape. "I will blow your brains out if you don't stop ogling!" "S-sorry." We both snapped and smiled at her awkwardly. "Damn perverts!" She hissed and rolled her eyes.

Better to begrudgingly accept being awake that teased by the notion of a nap, only to be jarred out of it violently. Haru’s chocolate eyes of his are as wide as I’ve ever seen them when is ever scruffy head turns to the back of the class. That nose of his really could track a fart through water, but even I get that Ayame’s here, and even if it’s a little sweeter than usual. There is no mistaking her unique botanical scent……… 5: Hiro - The Canopy

She also noticed that Yohan didn't mention her or make an effort to talk to her. When Sara arrived at the music class after a month, she was taken aback to see Yohan already there, engaged in a phone conversation. His unannounced arrival surprised her, as he hadn't informed her or Noah about his return. Yohan appeared striking, clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black pants. He held his blazer in one arm while casually sliding his hand into his pocket. Sporting black sunglasses, he'd rolled up his sleeves, revealing a massive tattoo adorning his right arm. As he noticed her, he promptly ended the phone call, slipping both hands back into his pockets, radiating an undeniable aura of style

When he saw me sitting in the sunlight, he would pause for a moment, but he never said anything. The look in his eyes was strange, like he was looking at a reflection of himself. That afternoon at lunch, the table was quiet. The only sound was the faint clink of cutlery against plates. My phone suddenly vibrated. In the silence, it sounded like an alarm. Jonathan frowned. Mom immediately set down her spoon and shot me a glare. "Who told you to bring your phone to the table? How rude. Hang up." I took out my phone and glanced at the screen.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Jun stared at his phone for a moment, sometimes it was so tempting to throw the offending device and detach himself from the world. The Idea was quite tempting considering where they were heading right now… “Ready?” Iori asked behind him and he turned toward her putting his phone in his back pocket and smiling at her. She was dressed in black pants and shirt. He long hair pulled back in a chignon making her pale nape stand out, and tinted sunglasses were put on top of her head in preparation for the morning sun.

“Yo fucker, look who's back.” Antoly turns around with every intention of choking him out to death, but stops on seeing me. “June!!” I'm the one who gives him a hug and plan to linger longer but Yuri separates us in record time. I wouldn't know how to survive in this condition. While Yuri is the heart of the party, Antoly is the soul. He's classically handsome with dark blonde curls and a sharp jawline. “She hurt her shoulder.” Yuri points a thumb at me. “And he hurt his arm but I'm good as new.”