Mabuchi Stories

Salt air, and the rust on your door Kou Mabuchi x OC I don't own blue spring ride all right go to the author Io Sakisaka

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ IN WHICH , a no-nonsense class rep keeps Kou Mabuchi in check, only to realize he's been falling for her bossy ways all along 【 FEM!READER X KOU MABUCHI 】 ◤◢◣◥◤◢◣◥◤◢◣◥ © 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗾

"What will you do if the person you love comes at the wrong time?" I blurted out "I'll let him go." She mumbled "That's it?" I said as I furrowed my eyebrows hoping for more answers "Yeah, why would I let him become part of my life, if I know that there's part of me that is still missing?" she sighed "What if you're the one whom he's looking for all along?" I said as I looked into her eyes "Then, he should find another one. A better one." She said "What if you're the one whom I'm looking for? What will you do?" I muttered

𓂅 ⩇⩇ 🐇 ⊹ ۫ ⸼ " No! I don't want that big ass needle stuck in my arm! " 𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈𓈈 ꒰ in which you're living with mabuchi kou ꒱ ▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬ CRINGE ↷ note ഒ this is badly written ഒ this is a kou x gn!reader ഒ they/them pronouns are used

Her bestfriend/crush starts becoming friends with his crush. Her name was heather, how you wished you were her, that is, until you meet a certain someone named Kou.

"we're not friends- just strangers with memories." in which she inflicts her own heartbreak. - this does NOT follow the anime or the manga! mentions of depression, self-hatred and suicide, please read with caution. [low caps intended] ©ba-kacchan

[PREVIOUSLY TITLED: THE TRAGEDY OF SPRING] ❝ Goodbyes are temporary, because no one ever really leaves. ❞ (F/n) (l/n) thought that her past would wash away like rain. Nothing left behind. Not a trace of what happened. But as always, the rain comes again. No matter how bright the sun shines. - [i know the blurb sucks oof] ! [Slow Romance/Burn] ! Dedicated to @imalittleshit, for being there and supporting me with this book. Kou Mabuchi x Reader Ao Haru Ride Blue Spring Ride #1 aoharuride - 23/05/18 #1 koumabuchi

Title says it all. This is a story where most of the roles are reversed. Kou's parents never divorced, his mother never got sick and he never left. He's still Tanaka Kou. On the other hand, Futaba mysteriously disappears one day and it's like she never existed. Her house is empty and for sale, and her friends have no idea where she is. Now, Kou is a highschool student. What will happen when a "new" student transfers into his class? Read to find out!

Just some mini stories about Kou and Futaba. SPOILER ALERT IF YOU DIDN'T WATCH IT OR READ IT.

this is a story about Kou Mabuchi from Ao Haru Ride i just found out that there are less stories about him .... i was shocked because this anime is so poplar but i can't find stories about Kou so i planned to give a shot ....

ATENCION: *Antes de leer esta historia ver el anime* historia con derechos del autor.

[2017] you could call it fate. ::: haiku. ⛩️ [Cover: lockscreen by @nanairo-edits on tumblr.]

Let's spice things up, and twist it.

[ UNDER EDITING!!! ] i don't own ao haru ride and the characters, it belongs to sakisaka io, i only own here is the right of this book. author: ninetailedahri published at: 07 / 23 / 2016

When a broken boy claimed a girl with family problems as his. KUROKAWA IZANA FANFICTION. TOKYO REVENGERS X AO HARU RIDE CROSSOVER. Disclaimer: I do not follow the plot from the original stories. Warning: Toxic Izana

I'm attempting an after story of the Ao haru ride anime. Not the manga bc Im still in the middle of reading it! Not sure if this will be a one shot or not I'll see how it goes. . . Also I don't own the cover art or Ao Haru Ride!!

"How can I be whole again when half of me left with you?" Regret, guilt, and loss-emotions too heavy for any heart to bear-were the silent companions of L/n Y/n and Mabuchi Kou. They knew the weight of these feelings all too well. Yet, even with the burden of their shared past pressing down on them, they chose to move forward, navigating the complexities of life one step at a time. Despite the ache in their hearts, there was always room for growth, healing, and perhaps, love once more.