Asakusa Stories

【𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠】 he never admired a woman like he admired you

A collection of reader oneshots with the main girls of Eizouken. Female readers only, so sorry for anyone else. I might do gender neutral reader if requested, but I'm not too good with male readers so I probably won't write male readers. Cover art by shinku p on Danbooru

This is the story about 4 teenage boys who become kappa whenever their shirikodama are removed. Together, these 4 boys will work together in defeating monsters while at the same time uncover all of their secrets to each other. I only own Yukito. The rest are owned by Kunihiko Ikuhara. Warning: may contain butt-related terms and profanity.

Set after the ending of the anime series. The Eizouken team gathers up in a sleepover in order to brainstorm new storyboards for future projects. This the English translation from one of my previous works.

Our Kanamori-kun goes to an important meeting to decide once and for all who the winner will be

This is the English version of one of my previous works. A story about how Mizusaki wants to sketch how the surprise looks like but she ends up being surprised herself, a slight Mizusaki X Kanamori.

La historia en primera persona de Eizō, un estudiante universitario de literatura en el Tokio de los años 20, que tras un período de sequía amorosa, descubre un zulo a la orilla del río Sumida (Asakusa) donde se organizan citas al más puro estilo Tinder.

Una historia de amor un poco complicada al inicio, pero paso a paso se va creando una gran historia de amor verdadero.

Umiko Kinju's memories of her family are fragmented, like faded photographs. Her father's face is blank in her mind-he had left long ago, abandoning Umiko, her older sister, and their mother. She only remembers that he was materialistic, chasing wealth and possessions instead of people. Her mother and sister were different. They carried themselves like old-money nobility, wearing traditional Japanese clothing with occasional modern touches, graceful and refined. They looked like they belonged in another world. Umiko, however, often felt like the odd one out-drawn to pretty, fleeting things, more modern trinkets than heirlooms. The last day she spent with her friends remains sharp in her memory. They gave her a handful of gifts: a flower-shaped lamp, a set of Kimmi perfumes, a cat-shaped plant holder (a small joke, since Umiko was infamous for killing every plant she touched), and a frog-shaped wind chime. Only her four closest friends had given her something, but to her, those gifts carried the weight of goodbye. Her mother dismissed her attachment to them as materialism. Her sister echoed the same. But Umiko thought differently: If you truly care about someone, why wouldn't you spend on them? Why wouldn't you leave them with something to remember you by? That belief stayed with her, shaping her into the person she became-someone who clings to keepsakes, and to people, desperate never to lose what little she has left.