Yuzuru and Touji have made their relationship official, but the high-pressure world of Japanese high school sure isn't making it easy. Yuzuru has college entrance exams looming, and then there's the matter of Touji's meddling ex-girlfriend and a handsome archery senpai who seems to have his eye on Yuzuru. To complicate things further, a group of starry-eyed girls are following them around, posting their pictures to social media with hashtags like #reallifeBL and #HoukaBoysInLove. Will they be able to keep their blossoming relationship under wraps? When dark family secrets and growing physical desires are exposed, will their love be enough to see them through the next seven weeks? Seven Weeks is a fanfiction based on the Seven Days manga by Venio Tachibana and Rihito Takarai. Check the Author's notes for a link to my novelization of the original story!

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com Legend has it that when a brave warrior slaughters a fearsome and lofty dragon, and rescue a precious gem from the possession of the dragon, taking it out of his treasure trove - out of a swamp or a cave - is the most righteous and laudable thing to do.
If only the gem could talk.
If only the gem has the ability to think carefully.
Perhaps it just wants to stay by the dragon's side.
The swamp may stink, the cave may be eternally dark, the dragon guarding it may be ugly, violent, and ferocious. And the entire world hates it.
For the gem however, it is the only place for it, it is the warmest place to stay in.
The gem is Xiao Chen, and the fearsome dragon is Lu Feng.

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com I have always thought that Lu Feng is just a little bull-headed, a little lacking in virtuous speech, a little more domineering and a little willful, but ultimately a man with warm veins flowing out of a warm heart. A love that blossomed when I was merely fourteen, I have once dared hope that it will last a lifetime, but the brutal truth is that happiness are just moments in life you wish you can freeze. It is not eternal. The cruel hands of fate can strike you at your most vulnerable to leave your life derailed from the path you painstakingly built. No amount of love can alter the fact that it is gone. When we reconciled at forty, I can no longer find a trace of shadow from the past. If there is an expiration period for love, how long is it? And when love appears once again, would we have the courage to embrace it?

FOR THE LATEST CHAPTERS PLEASE VISIT megajivetranslations.wordpress.com A visually impaired fortune teller who had set up stall at the entrance of the alleyway once told me, "Your love life is destined to be tragically entangled with a man, and it will not come to a good end." My payment to him was a half-drank soda can stuffed into his hands. I walked away with an air of indignation. "Hey, you haven't paid!" His yelling was still audible from a few blocks away. Are you for real, you could not even tell if your customer is a man or a woman, what fortune can you possibly tell? Count yourself lucky I did not thrash your stall. Sitting here at the train station, with my cheeks swelling into the size of a pig's head, disheveled clothes, both hands empty, I recalled the words of the fortune teller. I regret not paying my dues and a bit more to him. It is a pity before today, I have been living the life of a fool. Not only did I not redeem myself from being involved with a man, I did not discern that I will never come to a good end........ ~ My story is dedicated to everyone who have entered my life, those who stayed and those who left. One of my favorite poet said: "There is a story, the one and only story that deserves to be told in its entirety." To me, this is exactly what I need to tell. ~