Writing Paradise

"Quit from your job. If you're going to date me, you can't possibly stay as a monk." Fulfilling his request, I submitted a resign letter to the head of temple where I worked at. "If you want to continue working, ask Kaasan for her connections." Following his advice, I seek our mother's help. Which landed me to my current situation. Kaasan granted me aid. She got me a job in her company, where I am assigned to be an assistant to the store manager of the recently opened branch. Kaasan told me the position is perfect for someone who is pretty much a newcomer in this industry, as the store manager tasked to handle the branch is one of the most excellent managers the company has, so I can learn as I help around as an assistant. But I wouldn't expect that the manager she talked about would be one of those people whom I would rather try my best to avoid. . "Ah, the assistant manager that the kaichou recommended, right? The name's Sh...

"Sorry, sorry." She continued laughing for another good minute, before taking a deep breath and reduced her euphoric emotions into mere smile. "So, you're worried that Iori-kun will leave you for this friend of his?" "Yes. Though according to Hi-chan's info, the guy suffers a heavy case of sister complex so it's unlikely that he'll do things that makes me want to kill him." "How did Hikaru-kun knows that?" "He had his way." "..."

After 抱き絞めたい Side 要 心細い . . . "Kaname-kun." Snapped out of my own thoughts, I looked up and immediately saw a hand waved right in front of my eyes. The hand which belonged to my supervisor. "Hina-chan. What is it?" She looked miffed as she retracted her hand and instead put it on her hip. "I was wondering if you have finished correcting the files that I asked you to check this morning, and here I found you zoning out..." "Ah, sorry. Not yet. I'm almost done, though." "I'm not asking you to rush it, but, if you still feel a bit unwell, you can tell me."  I looked at her again. Hina-chan no longer seemed annoyed, but instead concerned. I tried to smile gently as I speak reassuringly. "I'm fine, Hina-chan. No need to put on that kind of face." It did nothing to change her facial expression. She knew, after all, that I often lied with smiles, through Kaasan's stories. I sighed and looked away f...

This is bad . I don't know what's wrong, but I know that this is bad . I mean, there could be no way that suddenly getting a boner means it's a good thing, right!? "Fuuto-kun?" A touch on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. He just realized that his dearest older brother was still there, beside him, looking at him in concern. "Is something wrong?" Something is definitely wrong, Louis-nii . He inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. But, no, he simply couldn't calm down... at least, that certain part of his lower body couldn't. And he took notice of another thing. His brother's touch usually could calm anyone down, and works best on him. But now... the beautician's hand gave the opposite effect. It provoked him more. Or rather, provoked his body. His blood boils. Hormones raging. Rational thoughts ebbed away at incredible speed. And then he found himself circling an arm around his brother's nec...

In the Moonlight © aicchan . Just as Aspros predicted, Asmita accepted the invitation to join the family's monthly movie night without thinking much about it. The moment Defteros finished his explanation about his brothers' plan on helping him to learn the wondrous , the blonde only spare a brief moment to think before firmly answering, "Alright." And so that Sunday evening Defteros came to pick him up. While they made their way to his house, Defteros couldn't help but notice that Asmita never dressed to impress. Things he wore probably were things on the topmost of stacks or anything from his closet that he could reach and put on as quick as possible, because the blond never seemed to care if his attire looks matching or not (not saying that it ever appears weird on him, unlike the clothing that one of his coworkers wears). Not even on this occasion, where he will be introduced to people whom Defteros holds dear, that Asmita wears set of clothing that can e...

In the Moonlight © aicchan . When Aspros was about to unlock the key of his house, he was jolted surprise by roar of laughter that came from inside. He recognized the voice as Kanon's, his youngest brother. As he entered and locked the door again, he wondered if said brother was watching late-night comedy show or some anime, but he found the television to be turned off and completely ignored while his three younger brothers were sitting together on the various seating in the living room. Kanon and his older twin, Saga, was on the long couch while Defteros sat grumpily on a single-seated sofa. They seemed to be quite absorbed with the topic of their conversation that they didn't notice him entering the house just now. But Aspros could care less; he was curious as to what they were talking about before he came in. "What's up? Why is Kanon laughing so hard?" "Aspros," Defteros turned his head and regarded his older brother with a tired look, one tha...

In the Moonlight © aicchan . After three months since their initial meeting, Defteros had learned many things about Asmita. From the basic, like his job as the chef of a rather well-known Indian Restaurant as a way to recompense him living with his managers, to his personality traits, one of them being that the blond is such a perfectionist that there was this one time where they went to an ice cream shop after buying a new cellphone and he repeatedly fix the position of his toppings before he deemed it delectable enough to be eaten. Speak of cellphone, he had also discovered that Asmita had a habit of breaking his cellphones every now and then. The explanation that he provided was that he actually had a great amount of strength and since he never owned a cellphone prior to meeting Defteros, he had a hard time adjusting his power when he handled the electronic gadget. Thus the phones he bought were either snapped into halfsies or had some parts like the screen or the keyboard den...