St.Anime

First class with Raito. Haruki was still happy that the music teacher was able to convince Sakamaki to study with her. Haru was sitting in her office waiting for the young man to come. I didn't have to wait long. Raito only came a few minutes later than the girl, so she hadn't gotten bored yet. - So you're Murakami Haruki? - At first I was a little shocked that one of the students had decided to learn how to play the piano and asked me to be a mentor. But when I saw you, I realized that there was nothing to be surprised about...

Love doesn't exist at first sight. All these are fairy tales for naive children or stupid girls. The first time you see a man without knowing who he really is, you can't fall in love with him. Haruki does not believe in such love and it is definitely not allowed to fall in love with the first person he meets. But what to do when every day you see an object of sympathy surrounded by other girls who sympathize with him in every possible way? What to do if because of unrequited love before going...

Haruka's whole life was derailed that very day. She wasn't the only one with this strange syndrome, but she was definitely the hardest hit. She came home from school that day tired, exhausted. She thought about how to tell her family about everything, hoping they wouldn't cry, but would just understand and support her, because Haru knows exactly what she's scared of, she knows she doesn't want to end up like that boy, but she can't imagine how much pain it would cause her parents. The girl had never been so wrong before...

In a small town on the outskirts of Japan, everybody knew each other, maybe not in the face, but definitely heard each other. It was difficult to hide one's secrets from curious neighbors or classmates, and to hope that your "faithful" friends would not tell your secret was very difficult and, to a greater extent, not always justified. Despite this, few people knew that not only the capital and big cities were affected by this terrible syndrome of khanahaki, but also their friends, and maybe their loved ones, were also infected...

He rudely throws her on the desk, and Komori can't move out of fear. Ayato comes closer. - Can you tell us his name? Then I may be more gentle with you. - There is no boy, - she says sharply. Ayato comes closer, with anger in his eyes and the same grin on his face. - I don't like it when I'm being lied to, - he says, and at the same moment he gets his fangs into a fragile neck. Yui cries. She has never been as afraid as she was at this very moment. She really felt what vampires' ways of doing...