BrookeLuvsTouhou

    You were in your 3rd year of highschool. That's the year when he came. Who is he exactly? Well, that "he" is none other than Kuro Honda, a Japanese foreign exchange student. The whole school knew that he was coming weeks before he even arrived. So, of course, all sorts of Japanese stereotypes when around about him. People thought that he would be extremely short, and other's thought he was going to be mega-polite, and some even thought he was going to be some sort of otaku. 'I swear, the people in my school are so ridiculous sometimes...' you thought. You didn't believe the Japanese stereotypes, not one bit. Well, those few weeks pass

There lives a boy next to me. His name is Kiku Honda. He's a very nice guy. Very reserved and kind. He's my age, and rather handsome too. Those calm, brown eyes like a rich chocolate, and raven-black hair that flows gently with only a breath of wind. I'm sure he could make any girl he met swoon at the sight of him, if not at least admire his beauty. He lives in the house with only his older brother, because I heard that their parents died many years ago. They make the best of their life though, and that makes me a little more happy. Kiku never showed much expression, but when he's alone he tends to show his emotions more clearly. I love

Your cellphone rang and you took no time in grabbing it off the bedside table.  Excitement, longing, fear, almost every emotion bubbled in you as your fingers reached for the little piece of technology. “Hello?” You said softly, your voice was hoarse from the occasional sobbing that took place, alone in your home. “_______?” A familiar voice responded, making a small smile spread across your face, and a sigh of relief escape your lips. “Hey Alfred.” You said, tucking a lock of (h/c) behind your ear.  It wasn’t that you were sad that your boyfriend was calling you.  In fact it was quite the opposite

                “Dudette, I told you this was a PARTY, why did you bring a carrot?” Alfred complained.                “Let me tell you some very wise words, Alfred. People may bring soda to your party, but the party WON’T and CAN’T start till I show up with my carrot.” (NAME) explained as she walked over to the snack table and set down a tray of carrots and other various vegetables.                  “DUUUUUUDDDDEE GET IT OFF OF THEREEEEE! NO VEGETABLES!!” Alfred whined.                “Seriously Alfie, suck it up. It’s a vegetable, it’s good for you. So, shut up have eat s

(Sequel to my previous story 'JapanxReader: The boy next door'.) Warning: intended to be sad There lived a girl next door. Her name was _____ ______. She was a very beautiful girl. Quiet and calm, always had a smile on. She was very sick though. She had been for many years. She couldn't go anywhere outside her own house, and could barely even go outside her own room. She just stayed in her bed everyday, reading books and gazing outside longingly. She watched me the most though. I knew she did, because I always saw her hide away when I look at her. Even though she hid, I could see her when she was occupied with a good book. The curta

I’ve never really thought about me being in a relationship. I have always been the ‘nerdy girl’ in the class. I was never wearing tons of bracelets and looking at makeup like it’s my godly source of sunshine. I was different. I loved pokeman and when I was younger I even traded some cards with the guys. I love video games, and when given the option, I will go out and have a steak, not a salad. So you could say I am a tom boy, but I am still a girl.   I was made fun of at times but I didn’t care because I had awesome friends, especially one, Alfred. We always came home and played Minecraft, and he also joked aroun