Yuu Otosaka Novels & Stories

With a dark face, Sorata looked up at Monica, who was still silent. "...Yamada-san, in fact, Oga-kun lives in Sakurasou just like me." Sorata also wanted to drag Monica with him, since he didn't feel comfortable that no one knew that Monica was living in Sakurasou. They were living in the same place so shouldn't Monica also receive the same treatment as him?

After the boy took a deep breath he looked back at Zacarias. -I'm 24 years old sir. It may sound a bit strange but… the Roset family has a certain special taste for omegas, especially if they are young.

Yahiko could not help but choke and say, “Nanako, you have always called me your Eminent Father. Today, I want to hear you call me Otosan, just like any other ordinary child calls their father…” Nanako stood up immediately before she bowed deeply in front of the video call as she said respectfully, “Otosan!” Otosan meant ‘daddy’ in Japanese. After hearing Nanako calling him Otosan, Yahiko sighed softly as he said, “Nanako, go ahead and do what you want to. Dad will respect all of your decisions. You can go and chase your own dreams with a clear conscience. Dad will be waiting for you in Tokyo!” Nanako smiled sweetly before she said, “Otosan, if I get severely injured this time, I do not want

My tummy felt hungry upon waking up and drinking the warm miso soup brings bliss to my heart. After 11 hours and 30 minutes, we finally arrived in Japan in their capital city Tokyo. Upon our arrival, there were two men appointed to pick us up. They are the men of the Yakuza that I'm about to meet. The Yangoku Clan.

Yuto wanted to resolve his suspicions right then and there, and he knew there was one place he could go to get answers. *** Yuto paid the taxi and got out right in front of the large gate he had only seen once before. The place felt unfamiliar to him, unlike Kenji Tanaka’s house in Tokyo. Yuto had already gone there, but the house had been empty. So, he had immediately booked a ticket to Osaka. His suspicions were now gnawing at him. The memory of attending the funeral of Masaki Tanaka, a high-ranking member of Kuryugumi, was haunting him.

Jai asked between eating. “Hm?” Darrion responded with his mouth full. He swallowed the food before answering. “This village is Sougen, and then Takenoko the Bambooshoot Village, Higurashi the uh… Cicada Village? Sakurazaka the Cherry Blossom, Magamo-Kohakucho the Lake Town, and the capital.”

His reply made her blink: “Eh? Hmm… Naka-Meguro, Jiyugaoka, Ochanomizu, along the Tamagawa River, Kichijoji, Hachioji, Mejiro, Nippori, Fussa, Tachikawa… Oh! Ameyoko from Ueno to Okachimachi—does that count?” Sakura let out a small laugh. Most foreigners would name the usual spots: Shibuya, Asakusa, Harajuku. But Heri… is different. His places felt personal. Memory-laden.

But where could she have possibly gone? “I wish I could see your face again, my Sachi.” Uche wiped his foggy vision. This was his end and he was willing to embrace it. What pained him however was not ending Ejima’s life. He should have studied her moves, he should have known that the woman would never give up.

“They think you’re possessed now?” Takuto scowled. “You set me up.” His teeth clenched. “You wanted them to find me.” Rishi lifted his phone lazily, flashing a text from Misaki. “Yamada’s booked a ticket to Shizuoka. She’ll be here by noon.” The message sent a chill down Takuto’s spine. The final piece of their tangled past had begun to move. At breakfast, Takuto made a show of innocence, his voice raised just enough.

Luna also tried her hand at making sushi during a cooking class, learning the art of crafting the perfect roll from a skilled sushi master. As Luna continued her exploration, she discovered the futuristic side of Tokyo in the bustling district of Shinjuku. She marveled at the towering skyscrapers, bright billboards, and the panoramic view from the observation deck of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. Luna also indulged in a thrilling karaoke session with newfound friends, belting out popular Japanese and international songs.