Oshima Stories

A/N: I resisted writing a graduation story for Yuuchan but I can't. Everytime I see those gifs of my kojiyuu on my dash and timelines, I feel so down and end up thinking of my future~ T_T) It's just… I really feel so sad. I won't get to see pictures of them together again, fooling around, and Yuko attempting to steal a kiss~ I won't get to see them together on screen again with their crazy conversations and sweet talking one another~ And when Kojiharu told Yuko that she wants to stay together forever, and updated her IG with that "I'll always be on your side" cap, all the feels just… aaahh~ sorry. My poor kojiyuu heart is drowning in blood and tears right now. I just can't.. stahpp~ T_T) --

Yuko has just announced her graduation. It was already late and she can't sleep.

A short Valentine drabble for my cutest couple~ Kojiyuu. Updates based from Yuko's blog and Haruna's IG~

With the announcement of AKB48's center for their 33rd single, majority of fans around the world has drawn to conclude that the group is now ready to move on. Passing the future of the group they have built with years of all sacrifices from their youth to the younger members, the pillars contentedly look towards what they'll be leaving. As the days draw near the announcement of their graduation, the strongest known coupling of the group grabbed the moment to talk.

Caressing my face and, you slowly placed your hand over it. I felt no heat, no temperateness but for some reason it felt warm. You lifted my chin up. I felt your cool breathing, on my nose. I knew that this was the last time the magical moment would happen, which resulted in my soft hyperventilation. My vision darkened as I waited for the moment to happen. ‘Maria, I love you. You are my everything.’ Ruka whispered gently into my ear. ‘Ruk-…’ I was cut off as my dearest brought serenity to me. We knew that this was the last time to prove our faithful love, so beautiful yet so melancholic. We parted our lips. Ruka’s fangs became directed at my nape as I felt a definite pain waver. Blood burned within me. As the contract concluded, Ruka gently pulled me away as he smiled his last smile, filled with love. That day, in my arms, Ruka vanished into mist. But, there was something I was undoubtedly sure of; there was still the warmth of love. Just like how Ruka had searched 150 years for me, I shall live the time forever and search our love; believing that the diminutive red flower engraved on my neck is the symbol of our love.

In a world where the innocent hearts of people goes into a constant loop of coming and going, meeting and separating, falling in and falling out of love, birth and death, will a heart that was strengthen by sacrifices be able to escape this infinite cycle of misery?

Ostatnio przeglądałam różne anime. Spodobało mi się Tonari no Kaibutsu ,a kiedy chciałam sobie poczytać na wattpadzie nie było nic poza one shotów.

Oshima, un maldito desgraciado Yakuza hace maldades.

This is a story of meeting that one person who changes how she was, what she was, and who she was while trying to keep herself together. Acceptance, pretensions, and going in with the flow. Where will her heart take her? Will change lead to a happy ending? Main Characters: Kojima Haruna Oshima Yuko Genre: Shoujo-Ai / Yuri Drama Daily Life

Who would’ve thought I’d find love in a hopeless place, would meet the most unexpected one over the sea of people who’s also wishing to find what I found? Or does calling it 'found love' really fitting? If fear engulfs you on every blissful moment you both shared, does it take you out of love’s sphere? If you’re in it alone, does it mean it’s not worth it to call it love? If it doesn’t last long as forever, can’t the feelings you defined as love be called real? Can you blame me if to me, It feels like love? It strongly feels like it and it’s so fuckin’ painful.

A/N: I was supposed to upload this long time ago but wasn't able to since it got stuck on my work mail. So I thought on posting it for the holidays as a present to my avid readers. When I checked my mail, IT WASN'T THERE! .. and here I thought I forwarded it. So I've got not choice but to wait for another chance to forward it on my personal mail~~ I'm so very very sorry for not being able to give you guys a good fic lately. I want to write but I got discouraged easily. So for now, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of mine.

A/N: I decided to finish and post this one too. If there's an inconsistency in the story, might be because that I've continued writing this after a long time. I decided to make this fic when I saw that post where Yuko exclaimed "I wanted Nyannyan and I to do Kinjirareta Futari".. Ah~ you know what I mean. ^_^)

‘Surrounded by such hot guys, don’t you ever think about falling in love with any of them?’ now Miichan seemed to have a grin plastered on her face. “Nahh… You know me; I’m not interested in Shojo Manga, only Shonen Manga,” she responded confidently. Little did she know- how wrong she would be. On her left she would have cavalier, Mr. Perfect- Mari, on her right, dorky midget idiot, Yuu who have both been her childhood friend since she was 5. Childhood friend+Childhood friend+her= Will it be more than friendship? And yes... it is a love triangle :)

Haruna head home before Yuko after their Christmas Special performance. Promising they'd celebrate a little on their own, she prepared herself and relaxed herself, patiently waiting.

A/N: I know I haven't been writing kojiyuu fics lately. But I want to write something for those who followed me as a thank you gift. Arigatou Gozaimasu! I hope you liked this short story (not really a short but more of a drabble) though it's a little senseless. A story in Yuko's POV about her journey on finding what she wanted.

AKB48's 32nd Single Senbatsu Sousenkyo has wrapped up placing Kojima Haruna on the 9th place and Yuko Oshima losing to HKT member Sashihara Rino. Shinoda Mariko has also announced her graduation, thus making Haruna seem troubled. She was seen seated on the platform of their theater day after the Senbatsu Election, alone looking nowhere giving off a deep sigh. Bangs clipped cutely at the top of her head, her straight hair perfectly laid down over her shoulders while playfully swaying her legs against the platform's wall. Blinking her eyes for a second, her head bowed down along with the halt on swaying of her legs. Her lips pouted with contented eyes.