Sakura Mikan の小説・ストーリー

"Maintain optimal interpersonal relationships... but keep a low profile." His eyes swept across the room—then froze. Second row, by the window. A girl with twin pigtails, licking a lollipop and swinging her legs idly, waited for the teacher. Takuto's pupils contracted. His fingers loosened. The academic roadmap slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a smack. “Yama... Yamada Section Chief?!” The girl turned at the sound of his voice and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “Just call me Miu~!”

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

“Nii-san! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Tokyo?” the young girl called out, half in protest. “Ah… yeah, haha,” Heri replied awkwardly. “I already made plans with someone, Akari-chan. I was worried I wouldn’t have enough time.” Akari’s gaze immediately shifted to Sakura. “Nii-san… who’s she?” she asked innocently. Sakura quickly stepped in to introduce herself, not wanting things to become awkward. “Kitagawa Sakura. Nice to meet you.”

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

“Though some are more fortunate than the others” She smiles. A mockery of her earlier one. “You must understand what I’m trying to say Hoshino Sakura”. “I would simply like to know what exactly you have to do with that Yukimura brat, and what you know about her issue with Miyamura”. A sharp smile. A piercing gaze. And a playful demeanor. This is Aronohai Misa’s attitude towards people she views as suspicious. Sakura can’t breathe. “I will advise you to speak now. I’m more patient than Miyamura, but that doesn’t really mean much in the long run”.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

We walked in silence until Sasha and Dmitry were out of sight. ‘How are you Misha?’ I attempted. ‘Good.’ He pulled out a cigarette, offering me one before lighting the one in his mouth. I held up my hand shaking my head. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ ‘No, I don’t mind’ He took a long drag of his cigarette before looking at me, I detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he scanned my face. Although much taller than I was, Misha held a certain boyish look to him still. Tall and almost too skinny with gangly arms and legs, he was still very attractive. Full, dark eyebrows made his grey eyes stand out and the lashes that framed them were long and thick. He had a hint of a cleft chin on his closely shave

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.

he asked like a curious kid with a small pout visible on his plump lips. "I've my ways," I said shrugging it off. "So, I'm Mia Sherin," I introduced, looking at him dauntingly. Because of some stupid reason, I can't seem to trust him. Well, when have I trusted someone? "I'm Lee Jimin" he smiled warmly causing his eyes to vanish. No wonder fangirls are swooning over him. The guy has an indulgent smile. "I know," I said and swished past him towards my study table.