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.

KaguraWay

Kai is a fallen angel who was bored of, having been forced to take only bad souls or recruit angels to Lucifer's cause. On the other hand, Uruha could be of the same species, but his nature was of protection whose purpose was to help a human who depreciates his life. At one point, without even noticing, the blond angel had caught the attention of the one guided by the King of the Underworld. Maybe you could call that situation a forbidden romance?

Ifurita

In that reality in which he lived, he was a scientist, a physicist in search of something greater, but that in the end his cycle of friendships ended up closing in on two co-workers, a plant and two artificial intelligences. And of course, Sunday lunches at her parents' house, where she'd listen to her mother talk about how happy her brother was with her successful job and her cousin had sent pictures of her twin daughters—two little angels, when are you going to give me grandchildren? Takashi? His eyes were fixed on the coffee mug with a silly print of two mice that read 'The answer is 42'. He sighed as he realized he had lost himself in daydreams. He took the coffee between his hands, breathing in the aroma, the sweet aroma of a few more hours awake without feeling an amoeba. Of course, that scent was better with a dash of cinnamon and cayenne pepper. “Perfect…” he whispered as he tasted the coffee the way he liked it. Better than that only when he was home and could pour a shot of whiskey in his coffee.