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Kuroneko's Confession (WG)The setting was a typical one: Kuroneko, Kirino, and Saori were relaxing at a cafe in Akihabara, sipping tea after a productive day of buying manga and arguing about anime.Kuroneko's Confession (WG) by ReductoAbsurdum
Kyousuke had not been there to join them, and it seemed like his non-presence in these regular Akiba outings was increasingly becoming the norm. But the three girls hardly seemed to even notice his disappearance as Kuroneko and Kirino were too busy bickering amongst themselves, with Saori often stepping in as the mediator. In fact, their current meeting was hardly any different than how it used to be when they first met.
With one exception...
"You know, Kuroneko," Kirino said with a sneer after her favorite anime had been insulted, "You've been getting pretty fat lately."
"Kirino!" Saori exclaimed, shocked. She didn't think Kirino would be so vindictive as to bring up the poor girl's recent... weight problem. She looked to Kuroneko to survey the damage from Kirino's thoughtless comment.
Kuroneko's eyes were cl
Tintrue is going to hell (Katawa Shoujo WG fic)The usual blaring of my alarm clock informs me that another day has begun. I shift my head over to the side of my pillow so I can see my desk, allowing me to shut off the obnoxious ringing of the clock. I slam my hand down upon it and then take note of the various pills I’ll have to gulp down before I leave. For a long time now, the amounts of these pills and how many I need to take have been etched into my brain, like second nature.Tintrue is going to hell (Katawa Shoujo WG fic) by tintrue
As I get up and start to shower, I start to think of something else that is alongside my pill regime in important memories. Making the clear cut mental image in my head, I picture fiery auburn hair, murky green eyes, a slim frame and a neutral face altogether, topped off by this figure’s apparent lack of arms. My memory has created the beautiful image of Rin Tezuka, the girl I’ve grown to love.
First impressions are always important, and I can say that when I first stepped foot into the art room for supplies for the school’s festiva