Ameume

Chitanda was curious about that peculiar feeling.

Arcchan

And while some said red was the color of love, Houtarou vehemently disagreed. It was clear to him that it was violet. [HoutaEru]

Lívia

What does it mean for you to dream pink? What would make my gray dreams change hue?

Nina Strain

❝Stolen and then fulfilled, our ideas come together at the end of the game, being fired every day, deep down we know we are full of wounds, I wonder if we are still able to stand, taking invisible steps to the rules of our ideology no conclusions. In the scene of my emotions you are there, you are smiling. Don't you want to forgive? Is there nothing you don't want? But nevertheless we still cry, so open it! The future we want to recover and the world we want to destroy is the desire I want to release, can you understand?❞ That was a dirty game, a game that only bad children played, a game that not only messed with the merry-go-round of feelings, but also messed with relationships. That game belonged to her, and all the participants in the game were in the palm of her hand.

Sasha Yagami Abadeer

My synopses are not good, and this fic is a mixture of characters and has several meaningless situations and as I wrote, it's a bit perverted fic. I don't promise to focus on anything, but if you read it I hope you enjoy it. I probably won't focus on all the characters and there will be one or more anime that I didn't select. Have fun

Vulpe

After a year and a few months of making the same risky move, Chitanda had miscalculated and had gotten a little too close to Houtarou's face to announce her curiosity.