The Painting Saviour
- Leituras 10
- Votos 1
- Capítulos 1
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My second chance
Prologue Rain poured endlessly from the dark sky, each drop hitting the ground like needles against Takemichi's skin. His breathing came out weak and uneven as he laid motionless in the middle of the empty street, blood mixing with the cold rainwater beneath him. But despite the pain- He smiled. For once... he saved someone. Not too late. Not this time. The cries, the chaos, the desperate screams ringing in his ears moments ago slowly faded into silence. His heavy eyelids began to close as darkness swallowed his vision whole. "So this is... the end..." Yet before everything disappeared completely- A strange warmth wrapped around him. Then- Light. Takemichi gasped sharply, sitting upright so suddenly that his chest burned. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared around the unfamiliar room. No... Not unfamiliar. Small wooden desk. Old superhero posters. The cracked ceiling he used to count every night before sleeping. His breath hitched. "This is... my room?" But something felt wrong. Takemichi looked down at himself, his hands trembling violently. Tiny hands. A child's hands. His heartbeat stopped for a second as he rushed toward the dusty mirror beside his bed. And staring back at him... Was an eight-year-old Hanagaki Takemichi. Outside, thunder roared across the sky once more. Because somehow- He had returned to the past. Again.
Heartbeat
Since the first moment we've met, I can't stop to thinking about him. What's his name? I want to know all about him! His eyes are always inscrutable and hard to decipher. He is my heartbeat.Concluída
Cross Tale
Izuku was a young boy and bless to be born with a powerful quirk but his parents felt like his quirk could be come to much to hand so they gave izuku to the Hero association. Over the years izuku would slowly lose hope that his family would come get him. He would become cold and doesn't trust anyone except for a few people.Concluída
Who Is Staring Back At Me? (Zhongli x male reader)
How does one go about..... how does one define who he is?Concluída
Devotion (boyxboy)
Not many people know who they are meant to be with. I am not one of those people. I knew the exact moment when I realized who my future was. The only problem is that he does not know so instead I give him my devotion secretly...Concluída
The Soublade
This story is about a boy who was tired of being mistreated by his family... so... he called his biological father to take him in and raise him join the underworld side of the world.Concluída
To Be Done
Izuku's life is changing, faced with the prospect of his death around every corner...he starts changing.Concluída
D'cruz
D'cruz, That's his name but do you know his story? An eighteen year old dude just trying to find happiness after his dad died. People keep leaving him and he's alone time to time again. What will he do? Will he make the right choices for happiness? Will his chase for happiness finally end?Concluída
Addicted to this friendship
I'm addicted to him, his name explains everything I want from him. His name explains why I want him so bad and I can't help myself but long for more.Concluída
The wandering crescent-moon
The story of a boy being outcast for his quirk. Instead of turning into a villain... decides to become a wander the world till encounter someone who changed his life.Concluída
Prologue Rain poured endlessly from the dark sky, each drop hitting the ground like needles against Takemichi's skin. His breathing came out weak and uneven as he laid motionless in the middle of the empty street, blood mixing with the cold rainwater beneath him. But despite the pain- He smiled. For once... he saved someone. Not too late. Not this time. The cries, the chaos, the desperate screams ringing in his ears moments ago slowly faded into silence. His heavy eyelids began to close as darkness swallowed his vision whole. "So this is... the end..." Yet before everything disappeared completely- A strange warmth wrapped around him. Then- Light. Takemichi gasped sharply, sitting upright so suddenly that his chest burned. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared around the unfamiliar room. No... Not unfamiliar. Small wooden desk. Old superhero posters. The cracked ceiling he used to count every night before sleeping. His breath hitched. "This is... my room?" But something felt wrong. Takemichi looked down at himself, his hands trembling violently. Tiny hands. A child's hands. His heartbeat stopped for a second as he rushed toward the dusty mirror beside his bed. And staring back at him... Was an eight-year-old Hanagaki Takemichi. Outside, thunder roared across the sky once more. Because somehow- He had returned to the past. Again.
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