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Young photographer Atsushi Nakajima never thought he'd have the chance to work with that kind of model someday. He finds inspiration in the mysterious aura of Ryuunosuke Akutagawa. Though, to draw the right picture out of him, he'd have to sneak past the layers of secrets he's wrapped in.
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23 Feb 2021
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Edgar Allan Poe didn't mean to make friends. It just sort of...happened.
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25 Jan 2021
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Arashi and Mika are on a date, and Mika gets a little uncomfortable. Arashi just will not stop staring at him.
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02 Jan 2021
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“Hello,” said the stranger, strands of wavy dark hair escaping from where he’d tucked it behind his ear. Ash blinked slowly. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”
Ash just stared at him.
The guy bit his lip. He looked worried. “Can you stand? Would you like me to help you?”
“You’re pretty,” Ash blurted out. God, he was so pretty it hurts. His cheeks were a faint pink, but whether it was from a blush or make up Ash didn’t know, he had long eyelashes, and his lips—those lips could take Ash to places, he could tell. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Not really,” he replied quietly. He extended a hand. “Here. Let us get you off the floor, okay?”
“You are, though,” said Ash, when he was finally on his feet. The guy’s hand was still in his. It was soft. “You’re pretty.”
“Thank you,” he said, smiling softly. Years of serving the church and praying the rosary had led to this one moment: heaven finally sending Ash a personal angel just like he'd requested his entire childhood.
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19 Dec 2020
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Akutagawa is a fortune teller that can only predict death, only see death omens and see the count on people’s lives dwindling. He knows death as he knows himself, for he walks the line between this life and the next, a thin specter, a reminder of the things that await anything that dares enjoy life.
But all he wants is to taste life for himself.
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15 Nov 2020