Kuroxoc Stories

Anime: Servamp•••••••••••••KuroxOC•••••••••••••••will follow the manga so if you haven't please read the manga if you don't want to be spoiled••••••••••••••This story was slightly inspired, by @Story_of_Fate13 but with my own idea Misery: (N) a state or feeling of great distress or discomfort of mind or body. Unforgivable: (A) so bad as to be unable to be forgiven or excused. Long ago, there was a little girl who was happy with her family. Unfortunately, she was taken away from that happiness and was trapped in a dark and cold place. Until she finally had enough and escaped. She, however, didn't make it far as she had fallen from exhaustion, luckily two people found her and that's when her life changed forever.

(Cover picture belongs to me) This is my first Kuro X OC story, so please don't hate... Only has one chapter, by the way. Forget the cover, by the way... It's the only good Kuro X OC picture I could find...

Shing Kenshino Shirosawa is known as a angel who always showering with kindness to everyone she meets,who did not failed to show a genuine smile on her face,not single one she shown dislike at all But unknown to them,Kenshino is suffering due to the critical condition that nearly send her life to end so she keep hidden it from everyone that strive to know Therefore,she is a mute Along the way,once she arrived in the gym to see her boyfriend,She meet new people with new faces and eventually,befriended with them But little did she know,There are a other certain males who had fawned over her in interest but was held back by her blonde boyfriend Stay tune! •||Tsukishima X Oc||• •||Kageyama X Oc||• •||Oikawa X Oc||• •||Kuroo X Oc||• •||Akaashi X Oc||•

I was told long ago that the sun sets faster if there's fear in the air. The building tension frightens the sun into hiding, forcing the gentle moonlight to take its stead. When I was young I would sit in my empty room staring out of my bedroom window into the endless sky to watch the sun set. If it sets in a pace more quickly than usual, I would softly sing a lullaby from my humble little heart, hoping to ease the sun and let the moonlight know that its presence is much appreciated. Though as years pass by, I grew more and more distant and I no longer found myself able to let the world to hear the voice of my bleeding heart. Please! . . It says... . . Someone please! . . It begs... . . Hear my voice! Why was I even born in the first place?