CrimsonBloodAlice

"Mizuki. . ." "Hm? What is it, [Name]-chan?" You tried once more to remove yourself from his clutches, keeping your voice as light and friendly as possible. "I'm not really comfortable with this." Mizuki frowned at you before tightening his grip. "But you said we should spent time together while Nanami-chan is away at school." "Yes," you admitted. "But there are much better ways to spend our quality time than you rubbing my feet. Are you really okay with being so close to another person's feet?" "But of course!" he exclaimed. "You were complaining just yesterday about how much your feet ached. Besides, [Name]-chan has lovely feet." Mizuk

Confessions are difficult. That’s a universal truth. Maybe you can argue that you’re courageous or bold, and sure, that can help make confessions easier – but truth be told, there’s always that split second of panic as you anticipate their answer which can either bring you a sense of elation or send you into the comforts of your home, guzzling down your favorite ice cream with your broken heart keeping you company. And so, confessions are difficult. But when they’re unintentional… That’s different. Whispered ‘I love you’s heard by the wrong ears, heartfelt letters that land into the

You sat in a tree in the training grounds admiring the beautiful night sky, which tonight was decorated with more stars than any other night you had seen before. The soft moonlight cascaded down your skin as you sighed, releasing part of the stress that came with tomorrow’s events. Tomorrow you would take the test to become a full-fledged jonin but you were really nervous to say the least. Although you were confident in your skills and abilities, doubt still was able to invade your mind. “What if I’m not cut out for this?” you asked yourself “I’m barely 20 and sure Lady Hokage recommended me but…&#

Warning: There is swearing involved and some fighting. But this is a 2P story, so what do you expect? *** ‘FATSO!’ ‘SLUT!’ ‘WHALE!’ ‘WHORE!’ ‘LARD-BUTT’ ‘SLAPPER!’ Everyone is the school winced as they heard the usual argument. As per usual, Chelsea was picking on you for your weight. And as usual, you weren’t taking any of her shit. A door burst open and you two stormed out, still yelling abuse at each other. ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ she screamed. ‘NAH THANKS, YOU BOYFRIEND DID IT FOR ME!’ You yelled back. ‘LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS, YOU PIG!