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Sakamoto sighed wearily. Just looking at all the traffic I had to go through, dodging with the cart and taking care of the gifts. Just thinking about it made him want to run back to the car without even validating the card. But hunger spoke louder, much louder. So it would seem that any human being who passed too close to him, which wasn't too difficult given the movement, would hear his stomach crying out for food. He craned his neck to measure how long it would take to get to the other side, but as he did, he saw something even more surprising than the vastness of that line. _____________________________________________________ [ 02|02 ] SagaShou.

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You know how it is... A good pastry chef never reveals his secrets. Each baker's cakes are the result of their own feelings. When candy is made, whether you believe it or not, intentions are conveyed through actions; thus flooding the candy. That's why it's not so important to say the sweets' intentions, but to make them feel them. [KxN]

Kamui Nishimura

Small daily stories about love in small gestures. Because love doesn't need anything grand to be beautiful. —Microstories for the Flufftober 2023 challenge (Fanfics)-

KaguraWay

A youkai, taking the form of a beautiful woman, sings to attract men during blizzards in the forest, who end up lost, frozen to death by the snow. A boy having fun for the first time with his friends in the snow in this forest, listens to the youkai's melody and disappears for a few hours, being found in a hollow tree trunk curled up while sleeping, with no signs of hypothermia , with only a memory of what happened... "The mysterious figure approaches me and her hand touches my face. She is cold as snow, but her affection warms me. I don't I feel colder, I've lost myself, and I don't know if I want to go back now that he's close to me, like I've found my soul mate." Years later, now an adult, Reita is attending college in Tokyo, and nightmares about what happened when he disappeared into the forest in the snow as a child begin to plague him. So, at Christmas time, he goes back to that forest to discover if they are dreams or a forgotten memory. A Christmas tale based on a song about snow.

Bel Yutaka

- If I don't come back, I would like my ashes to be thrown in this field of sunflowers. Would you do this for me, Suzuki-san? — If you came back, would you marry me? — That's a pinky promise! It was summer when my sun went out, without you around, winter would never go away.

halwill

Even demons have this and that they don't want to talk about. It was not convenient for Takanori to say his name left and right, especially if it was just to provoke him. A name is also a purpose. And he didn't want to see his between those beautiful, corrupted lips.