NaokiNakata

I’m officially announcing a long hiatus from writing fanfics.
          
          For the past year, I’ve spent so much of my time writing—maybe a little too much.
          
          In total, I’ve written 670,416 words (not even counting the ones I never released). It’s been an incredible journey, but I think it’s time for me to take a breath.
          
          When I return, I’ll bring a brand new fanfic—something fresh, exciting, and hopefully even better than before.
          
          Thank you so much for reading my stories and supporting me all this time.
          
          Honestly, if no one ever read my work, I would’ve stopped writing long ago.
          
          Until then... this is goodbye for now. ❤️

[Short Story — Type of Women He Like]
          
          “By the way, what kind of girl do you like, Arche?” Saya asked, tilting her head with innocent curiosity.
          
          “Hm? I like girls with long hair, a soft voice, and beautiful eyes,” Arche replied with a nostalgic smile, as if narrating the ideal heroine of his dreams.
          
          “Oh? Anything else?” Saya leaned in, while Mina—sitting beside her sister—grew visibly more curious.
          
          “Born on October 17, with ashen hair, around 160 cm tall, a witch, smart, beautiful, flat-chested, her name starts with an E and ends with an A, and then—”
          
          CLANG!
          
          Before Arche could finish his suspiciously specific list, a plate made perfect contact with his head.
          
          “GAH—!!”
          
          Clutching his head in pain, Arche glared in the direction of the attack… only to break into a proud grin as he pointed dramatically. “And that’s her!!”
          
          CLANG!
          
          The second plate struck with even greater precision. Elaina stood behind him with a completely calm expression, still holding yet another plate like a sniper reloading her rifle.
          
          Mina, who had been watching everything, looked completely stunned. “You’re seriously brave saying that out loud…”

It's not always shown, but the truth is, Venganza is seen as a top-tier criminal group—the kind that even other criminals are scared of.
          
          They take on dangerous jobs, the kind that put them toe-to-toe with the worst of the underground... and they win. Every time.
          
          People fear them, enemies avoid them, and there's a massive bounty on each of their heads.

[Short Story - Happy birthday Amnesia and Avilia]
          
          [Short Story - Birthday]
          
          "Happy birthday, Amnesia and Avilia!" Arche burst into their hotel room like a surprise boss battle.
          
          Both girls jumped. "How did you even—" Avilia squinted at the open window.
          
          "Don’t ask," Arche grinned.
          
          "Thank you, Arche!" Amnesia clapped happily.
          
          "Open it!" he said, shoving a giant gift box their way.
          
          Inside: snacks, accessories, and—"A T-shirt?" Amnesia blinked.
          
          It read: “Green-Eyed Trio.”
          
          Avilia stared. Arche was already wearing one.
          
          "Come on, put it on! Let’s take a photo!" he beamed. "Big bro’s birthday wish!"
          
          "We’re not related—" Too late. He was outside waiting like an excited golden retriever.
          
          "That idiot..." Avilia muttered.
          
          "But he tried, so let’s humor him," Amnesia smiled.
          
          With a sigh, Avilia gave in.
          
          They posed together, silly shirts and all.
          
          Arche did all of this—not because he had to, but because he already saw them as his little sisters.

[Short Story "Place of birth"]
          
          “Hey, Elaina, where were you born?” Arche asked with the same tone one might use when inquiring about someone’s favorite ice cream flavor.
          
          Elaina raised an eyebrow. “That’s… random. Why do you ask?”
          
          “To lighten the mood,” he said with a grin that didn’t quite match the situation.
          
          “I was born in a country called Robetta,” she replied.
          
          “Oh!” Arche exclaimed.
          
          Elaina tilted her head. “What? Have you been there?”
          
          “Nope,” he said flatly. “Just heard the name once in a dream. Or a cereal box. Can’t remember.”
          
          “…Right,” Elaina muttered, followed by a silence so thick you could cut it with a spoon. A very dull spoon.
          
          After a long pause, Elaina cleared her throat. “So? Any ideas on how to get out of these ropes?”
          
          Arche blinked, slowly turning his head as much as possible. “Wait, you mean escape? I thought this was a date.”
          
          “Arche,” she said dryly, “we are dangling by our ankles. From a tower. Above a pit of suspiciously dramatic fog.”
          
          He squinted downward. “Huh. Thought that was a fancy spa treatment.”
          
          “It’s not.”
          
          “Noted.”

[Short Story – “The Tragedy of his Name”]
          
          “Hey, Arche,” Elaina called out as she gently placed her teacup onto the saucer with a soft clink.
          
          “Hm? What is it, Witchie?” Arche replied, casually twirling his spoon like he was stirring drama instead of coffee.
          
          “Isn’t your name kinda… more commonly used by girls?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
          
          With a dramatic slam that made every other customer in the quiet café jump, Arche smacked the table. “You’re absolutely right!”
          
          Elaina blinked. “...Eh?”
          
          “When I was a kid,” Arche began, looking up at the ceiling like the truth was engraved there, “I asked my dad what my name meant.”
          
          “He told me it means ‘Beginning.’” he gazed wistfully at the ceiling. 
          
          “He said he wanted me to be the beginning of an era where our descendants would be… average.”
          
          Elaina blinked again. “Average?”
          
          “Yes. Plain. Mediocre. Unimpressive. Just a solid 6 out of 10,” he nodded gravely.
          
          “But one day,” he continued, now gripping his parfait like it owed him answers, “I found one of his old novels—his favorite book, actually.”
          
          “And you know what I discovered?” He locked eyes with Elaina, emerald green eyes glowing with betrayal.
          
          “What?” Elaina asked, not sure she wanted to know anymore.
          
          “The protagonist was a badass female knight named Arche! Who saved her entire kingdom!” he shouted, pointing an accusatory spoon at the heavens. 
          
          “That’s where he got the name from!”
          
          “A-Ah… I see,” Elaina replied, unsure whether to laugh or offer therapy. “So, you don’t like your name?”
          
          “Hm? No, my name’s super cool,” Arche replied, instantly flipping back into smug mode.
          
          Then silence fell again, only the clinking of cutlery filling the space as they both resumed their drinks and desserts—one brooding over his name, the other wondering how she always attracted weirdos.

Please can you make other girl have a crush on arche

[Short story]
          
          "I remember perfectly—you said you’d get me back on my birthday, didn’t you?” Arche’s eyes sparkled.
          
          “Oh… so you remember. Alright, what do you want?” Elaina asked.
          
          “I want you to spend the whole day with me! It’s a date, Elaina! And you can’t say no!” he announced, pointing at her with a triumphant grin.
          
          “Eh…? That’s all?” Elaina looked genuinely surprised.
          
          “Hm! I’ve already got the whole day planned out!” he said proudly.
          
          “Why are you so eager to go on a date with me, anyway?” Elaina asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
          
          “Why? Don’t tell me you've never been on a date before, Witchy,” Arche teased with a smirk. 
          “No need to worry. As a gentleman, I’ll handle the bill.”
          
          “Wait, seriously?” 
          
          “Yes, yes! I always keep my promises, you know!”
          
          And so, they went on their date and had an amazing day together—though by the end of it, Arche was flat broke and about to spend the night under a bridge!

Happy birthday to Arche! 
          
          Fun fact: I made him a sweets lover on purpose—his birthday's on Halloween, after all!

[Short story]
          
          "Elaina! Happy birthday!" Arche grinned mischievously as he popped a balloon behind her, making her jump. "So, here's the deal—today, I'll get you whatever you want, all day long!"
          
          "Are you serious...?" Elaina asked, still unsure.
          
          "Yes! Anything!" Arche replied confidently. He had saved up plenty for this.
          
          Without missing a beat, Elaina took full advantage of the offer, completely draining Arche's wallet.
          
          Later, Arche sighed, "Elaina... You made me sleep under a bridge, you know?"
          
          "It's your fault for surprising me!" she retorted, her tone playful but sharp.
          
          "My fault...?" Arche blinked, half in disbelief. Well, maybe she wasn’t wrong.
          
          "Anyway, you’re the same age as me now, right?" he teased. "Just two more weeks until I’m older again."
          
          "I don’t really care," Elaina said, sarcasm dripping from her words.
          
          "You don’t care...?" Arche sighed, clearly disappointed.
          
          "But I’ll repay you on your birthday," Elaina added, a slight smile creeping onto her face.
          
          "Huh? Seriously?! Yes!" Arche couldn’t hide his excitement. He already knew—he’d ask her to spend the whole day with him. A date, and she wouldn’t be able to refuse.