The Bento Project Kunigiri (Kunigami Rensuke × Chigiri Hyoma) Chigiri casually admits one day that he forgets to eat lunch sometimes. Kunigami, deeply scandalized by this offense against nutrition, starts packing him bentos. At first it's a joke-"Protein, carbs, and cuteness, Chigiri"-but the silly lunchboxes slowly turn into something more. Through small daily acts of care, Kunigami expresses feelings he doesn't yet know how to say out loud... and Chigiri begins to learn it's okay to let himself be taken care of. A soft, slow-burn story about food, quiet love, and falling for someone one bite at a time. ✨ Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Lock or any of its characters, designs, or artwork that may be referenced or mentioned throughout the story. All rights belong to the original creators. Some details may be inaccurate, but as this is a fanfic story, it is not of significant concern. If you notice any part of the story that seems similar to another fanfic, manga, or media, please know that it's completely unintentional-this story is 100% from my own imagination unless stated otherwise.

An 18 year old student who almost got his college degree but died due to a car crash accident. On the verge of his death, suddenly a bright light flashed before him. As he woke up, he became the terminally ill son of the baron who was an extra character in a romance novel that he once read, after chapters later died because of his uncurable condition, how will he survive and surpass his fate? [!!! TAKE NOTE, THE ART FOR THE COVER IS NOT MINE, SO CRDTS TO THE ARTIST BEHIND IT !!!]

Author : 三月桃胡 [San Yue Tao Hu] Genre : Romance Xianxia Yaoi I used to have a white moonlight. He came from a prestigious background of the righteous path, an immortal lord of noble and benevolent character and was highly revered by the masses. He took me to his monastery when I was young and allowed me to live in his residence standing at the mountain top. In other people's eyes, the me who wasn't able to cultivate was tr*sh. I didn't mind being called tr*sh as long as his Immortal Lord loved me. But not only did he not love me, he even wanted to gouge out half of my soul to nourish his little lover. His Immortal Lord's arch-enemy was a little highness in the demon realm, known for being a scoundrel in all three realms. He was treacherous and ruthless in nature, and whenever interest struck him, he would take up his sword and go to the spiritual pool to massacre evil ghosts. But when I was in a tight spot, the fiendish little prince in everyone's eyes would exasperatedly bully me while helping me wipe my tears. -------- To say something completely tasteless, I love him. -------- Strong overbearing protective gong x beautiful but pitiful shou ⚠︎ 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲 ⚠︎ 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿

[Status: Completed, Short-Story] ========= Yan Guang loves Xiao Weiyuan. And Xiao Weiyuan... loves him back. But the distance must not be crossed... =============== Original story written by me. Written: 01/22/2022 I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES USED IN THIS BOOK. CREDITS TO THOSE WHO OWN THEM. I EDITED THEM MYSELF THOUGH.

Lazy Touma suddenly wakes up in a BL novel as the Villain, Nakamura Shin. "..." Fuck the villain role, let me sleep. A grumpy cat-like person wakes up as Nakamura Shin, the Villain of a BL novel called "Sweethearts Since". His role was to bully the protagonist because Shin was in love with the male lead. It a was simple and cliche novel with many dramatic moments. But Touma didn't want to be a part of that and simply just wanted to live a lazy life. "Male Lead": You'll get cramps sleeping like that. Shin: Tsk. Leave me alone. "Male Lead": You can sleep on my lap if you'd like. Shin leaps into the male lead's arms: Pillow!! "Male Lead": *Smirks* Gotcha. Shin tries to avoid everyone...But his Male lead knew exactly how to deal with a grumpy cat. -- Started: July 22, 2021 Main Story Ended: November 25, 2021 Ended (+Extras): November 29, 2021 -- {NOTE: NOT A TRANSLATION! THIS IS MY ORIGINAL STORY}

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He draws constellations on his sneakers and disappears in a crowd like he was never there. The other lights up every room he walks into-too loud, too much, and somehow still lonely. One hides behind silence. The other behind a smile. And when their worlds finally collide, it's not fireworks- It's quiet. Slow. A little bit painful. At a school where people only see what they want to, one boy is being hurt in the moments no one's around. And the only one who sees it? Pretends not to-until he can't anymore. A slow-burn love story about unspoken things, hallway bruises, unshared lunches, and the terrifying softness of being seen. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, inspired in part by real-life observations-moments, people, and dynamics that lingered in memory. While the characters and events are mostly fictional, some emotional experiences were drawn from things I've seen or felt in passing. If any part of the story seems to be similar to another it is unintentional. I also don't own any of the art that you might see all credits go to original owners but if you'd like to use any of the characters please ask first.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

I opened my eyes to find myself inhabiting the body of Luke-the rival and designated villain who competes with the protagonist, Theo, for the position of Commander-in-Chief in a war-torn fantasy world. Since fate had cast me into the role, I resolved to fulfill it properly. "It seems to me that principles, or the duties a soldier ought to uphold, mean nothing to you." Even when Theo misunderstood him, Luke carried out his role as the villain without complaint. And in the end, after playing his part to completion and securing Theo's happy ending, Luke abandoned everything, retired from the army, and walked away. He planned to live freely now, unshackled by anyone's interference, determined to write a story of his own. At least, that was the plan... "Why go this far? I'm no longer a soldier-and let's be honest, you and I were never even on good terms." Yet somehow, he found himself crossing paths with Theo again. And not only that-the man clung to him with a persistence utterly unlike his usual self. "I want to know you better." The words made no sense, nor did they have anything to do with the questions Luke had asked. The protagonist had sought out the villain-only to say that? To claim he wanted Luke's help simply because he wanted to know him better?

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is not just risky, it's forbidden. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - fanfiction 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available in Amazon, physical and Kindle ebook version ✅ (with some bonus spicy chapters)