One-Sided Love Is Absolutely Mutual

[Naruto, Detective Conan, Touken Ranbu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bungo Stray Dogs, Naruto | Extras: Katekyo Hitman Reborn alternate timeline, DC, and others] [There’s a sequel to the main story on my page, plus a short Star Rail vacation story (because I feel like Fenjin has all the right ingredients: Dragon Venerable energy, the Holy Grail, Savior, Elation, Abundance, Destruction, Hunt, and Beauty!). If you’re interested, please bookmark it. I’m already doing my best to hammer away at the keyboard while working on two stories at once, ] My eternal soul gazes into your heart, though the night is lonely and the day burns like fire., A Season in Hell, Rimbaud I am Fenjin, an Understander. I’ve been a ninja, a Saniwa, and a member of the mafia. None of it went particularly well. As a ninja, I was a pitiful orphan taken in by the clan head’s family. I loved the brothers in that family, but none of them loved me. Later, the entire clan was wiped out, and the clan head and his wife died before my eyes. Then my older brother stabbed me through the heart, giving me a quick, clean death. The hydrangeas I planted hadn’t bloomed yet. As a Saniwa, I was a memory-lost, half-blind person saved from death by the Sharingan and transmigrated to an ownerless citadel. I loved my swords, but none of them loved me. Later, I discovered they never wanted a Saniwa at all. They were only using me as a battery for spiritual power. Then the moon stabbed me through the heart, giving me a death that was neither quick nor clean. The Manyo cherry tree in the courtyard hadn’t bloomed yet. As a member of the mafia, I was a powerful ability user who woke up alone in Yokohama. I loved my boss, and... he probably loved me too. Later, I discovered that my boss had someone else in his heart, and in the end, he sacrificed himself to save the world. I was pushed into the position of boss... and this time, I didn’t die. The bird of paradise he gave me hadn’t bloomed yet. But I don’t want to wait anymore. Even a love tank filled to the brim and overflowing will eventually run dry if it isn’t replenished. So at last, I used up the last of my love. And then I woke up. Either love everyone, or be loved by everyone. With my love tank dry, I chose the latter. Without love, I’ll die. So I set out on a journey to hunt for love. In the end, it turned out so many people had told me, “I love you.” And I never looked back. I’m sorry. Thank you. The night is ash, the day a blaze. I am Lin Yan, fading away. When the fire is spent, only ashes remain. I am destined to die forever, never to live again. So I’ll use this empty love as fuel, destroying both my soul and my heart. ·Reader’s Guide· #Main character is the bottom; temporarily one-on-one romances, open ending. #Canon settings may be heavily altered as needed (for example, Naruto’s ridiculous timeline). Advance warning. #Very slow-paced, with everyday life and lots of worldbuilding. The writing has an old-school feel, but it’s inconsistent. #The blurb makes it sound like a romance-focused story, but after the first Naruto world, the plot takes center stage. Give it a try and see how you like it? #A self-indulgent story written for myself. There may be landmines, but I’ll leave the foreshadowing, mysteries, and personal preferences for readers to sort out. Ongoing “An Atonement-Type Male Zerg, But He Gets Taken” Obsessive, self-loathing, half-crippled reborn military female Zerg top, Ailian × coldhearted, self-absorbed genius transmigrated male Zerg bottom, Xierwan An unconventional pairing I wrote just for myself, a short romance planned for three, four, or five hundred thousand words (it’s already turned into a very long story, OTZ). Trying to write some emotional push and pull. About how a female Zerg, patched up and nursed back to health, realizes that the person she loves isn’t a normal male Zerg... and then defies social ethics and biological instincts to love him without hesitation. “[Honkai: Star Rail] The Nameless, With Too Many Elements” A sequel to the main story, following Qianqiu on a vacation in Honkai: Star Rail (?). A new map means a new male love interest! It’ll also touch on a little... bonus content from this story? Coming Soon “My Wife Isn’t a Love Fool” Boys’ Love crossover, male protagonist on the receiving end. What can I say? Wise people don’t fall in love, and a flag doesn’t always have to come down~ Please stop acting like my wife. Is it Agatsuma or Gasai? That’s the question. #MyWifeGotWifedByMe# My name is Waga Mirai. I’m a pink-haired Waga with no feelings, a whole new kind of Waga. Ability: Love Is a Disease. Love is power (in that kind of voice). For the sake of my beloved stalker, I can do anything (in every sense of the word). This thing nags me every day to date someone. Disease: Mirai, Mirai, why don’t you fall in love? I’m super powerful! If nothing else, having a crush on someone sounds nice~ Me *planting a flag*: I’d rather jump off a cliff and die than ever fall in love! Disease: ... Disease: … Disease: Wait, you actually like it now? (suddenly panicking.jpg) Ha, just kidding. Did you think every flag had to come down? So, having planted my flag, I stole the script of a black-hearted boss and died, stole the script of a bitter-summer cult leader and died, stole the script of a blue-eyed undercover agent and died, and managed to avoid my own flag perfectly. Me: See? I didn’t fall in love. I jumped off and died. :) Disease *on oxygen*: Mirai, this is even worse than dating someone!!! Me, revived once again, taking a sip of milk tea *coldly*: Oh. Then, just when I’d finally settled into a peaceful life, I realized something was off: everyone whose script I’d stolen seemed to have come looking for me. A-and aren’t they acting kind of weird? Disease: It’s not “seems to be.” They are! Disease *screaming hoarsely*: Do you understand what family tradition means? Do you understand that if you don’t stalk someone, someone else will come along and stalk you?! Me: The hand holding my milk tea is trembling.jpg Ability: Love Is a Disease. Love is both power and a chronic illness. Theme: Those who love are like people carrying torches against the wind: their hands are bound to get burned.