Saiko Sugawara just transferred back to the area she grew up in. She'll even be going to the very same high school as her dearest cousin, Kōshi Sugawara. However, before she even get to the school on her first day, she runs into a rather rude individual. They interact for only a moment, but negative emotions are formed, but Saiko hopes that she doesn't have to interact with him again. When she arrives at school, she's immediately befriended by a girl named, Takaoka Akai, who is a very social butterfly. They get along pretty well and the teacher allows them to sit next to each other, bumping someone named Tsukishima to the seat behind Saiko. When the teacher is introducing Saiko to the rest of the class, the same rude individual from earlier that morning apologizes for being late. They lock eyes and the rest of the class can just feel the intense negative emotions between them. But where everyone else would back down from Tsukishima's stares and glaring, she stands up to it, throwing just as much energy right back at him. The class has no idea what will happen next. And neither do Saiko or Tsukishima... I tend to average about 3.5k words each chapter, some being longer or shorter. But if you're looking for a story that has long chapters... it's right here!

"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.