When you try to avoid people, you sometimes become a stalker. Tsuna is a living proof to that. KHR IS NOT MINE.

They say history is written by the victors. But Tsuna is not a victor. He's a survivor. And history has its eyes on him. KHR IS NOT MINE. Cover made by: FoxcatAI

"Abandonment issues stem not from the fear of someone leaving but from the belief that someone leaving would be your fault." -Shandel Stewart. 【R × 27 with a hint of All × 27】

Tsuna is weak. He has been for almost all his life. But in the end, he knows there's nothing wrong with that. KHR IS NOT MINE. COVER BELONGS TO MILEMIRU-SAN.

When a King enters, they bow their heads down with respect. To their King, they swear their loyalty. That's what should happen anyway. KHR IS NOT MINE.

She thought she had nothing. No family, no talent, no life of her own. That is, until she met those annoying ghosts that ended up following her all the time. Don't forget that meddlesome home tutor too. He wasn't even supposed to be hers! ________________ This is my first fanfiction. I apologize if it isn't the best, but please do give it a shot. Constructive criticism is most definitely welcome.

Namimori is having a school festival what will happen?

Yes, it's a khr fanfiction.Sorry, it might seem cliche but who cares! --- 'It's fine.They'll remember me.They won't forget.T-they won't abando-.' A silent tear rolls down his cheek as he sits on a stool in a dark corner of a room.The male watches them from a distance.From there, he could see his family huddling around a boy around his age.None of them casting a glance to where the male was.Not even his parents.His eyes dulled as he continued to watch the scene. 'I-I'm sorry.I'm sorry for believing and trusting you, my family.' The boy gave a painful smile and stood up.He walked over to them and spoke aloud so, everyone could hear. "I'm sorry and thank you.I'll be leaving now." He put a hand on one of their shoulders but, it was shrugged off not long after. The man then walked away. Even so, no one had looked his way once. --- I'm tryin not to die... I'll add more details to what's happening in the story... anyways bye...

The scar over his right eye ached, every time he saw those happy faces, all smiling and oh so warm, he could feel the phantom pain from the knife almost carving his eye out. Every time his scar ached or whenever he sees it, it reminded him of how he was tossed aside like an old toy, it reminded him how his own 'mother' would sometimes forget about him in favor of his younger sister, it reminded him how his supposed 'father' would give all his attention to his daughter and would forget that he even had a son. He wasn't jealous, of coarse not, because of what they did it made him what he is today, and without them neglecting him, he would have never found his new family, a family that accepted him, a family that adored and cherished him, his new family had never failed to show him how he is greatly loved by them.

I met them. Befriended them. And then... I lost them. KHR IS NOT MINE.