I'm Kagami Hiiragi. I'm a senior-year high schooler. Recently, things have changed between me and my close friends. Now that we're getting older, it's time that we all start thinking about our futures. Our futures, which also include love. I never have been big on dating, nor love in general. But ever since I noticed something about Konata, my best friend, I can't help but to have her on my mind all the time. Part of me wants to confess to her, but part of me wants to bury my feelings to my grave. I'm scared she doesn't feel the same way- scared that these feelings could be detrimental to our friendship. And even if things were to work out, our differences are many. Why is love so complicated?

Tsukasa's house was robbed one night, and had her entire family killed. Something inside Tsukasa's mind then snapped. Originally published in Fanfiction.net with the title of the same name, though this Wattpad version is rewritten. Also, this is my first story published in Wattpad

Not original stories, and not exactly fanfiction, but a prose adaptation of the innovative manga by Nico Tanigawa. This is a story about an unpopular girl, and the things that happened to her that were ultimately of little consequence. That is to say, she did not become a hero that saved the world, a haunted girl who fell into the company of vampires, or a cunning survivalist who would overcome a harrowing dystopian future. She only ever faced the terrors of the real world, alone and unarmed, a challenge daunting enough for anybody...

Presenting Nico Tanigawa's high school loner, Tomoko Kuroki. For a primer or refresher of all things WataMote, watch it (legally) for free on Crunchy Roll, or read my own adaptation of the manga, Tomoko. These are not meant to be what-if or alternate reality stories, but rather attempts to supplement her actual world. Apart from that, of course, Tomoko is frequently delusional, or retreats into fantasies that eventually burst. Much of WataMote transpires within Tomoko’s mind, and so her thoughts here frequently supercede the narration, in italics. However, she is kept in check, because she is too unreliable to be her own narrator.