Troubled and burdened by the souls around him, he feels their pain and despair, called each night to console them. He holds them in place, striving to spread peace wherever he can, but for how long can he keep the city steady? As responsibility and burden accumulate, as he is asked to give more of himself to its people, will it ever be enough?
Naoto Takahashi, a graduate who moved to the city hoping to discover himself and understand this mysterious ability, must now face a question: after testing it here, will it prove to be his blessing, or his curse?
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Author's note: This is a new anime story I began to write and hopefully turns out great, it's still developing phase but I'll do my best to keep a fixed release of chapters every week.
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Disclaimer: All images presented in this story are Ai generated, I do not own any of them.
However I won ownership for the characters in this short anime story.
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Stay with us - Straykids OT8 Fanfiction - Shapeshifter AU
38 chapitres En cours d'écriture
38 chapitres
En cours d'écriture
-Shapeshifter Au-
Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café.
Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight?
With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway.
Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work.
You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café.
Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward.
You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground.
A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders.
He turned around and you recognized him right away.
His eyes. His hair. His freckles.
Felix was standing right in front of you.