A Bleach short story.
The male lead is my favorite, Uncle Aizen.
This is just a story about an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl who falls for the villainous big boss while killing time in Soul Society.
I like you.
It's just that I'll never get the chance to say it.
And in the very end.
Aizen, you'll never know.
I like you. I've always liked you.
Actually, I'm not someone who likes endings like this. I wrote it this way purely because of my own twisted tastes. The long crossover story I'll write next definitely won't end like this, I swear!
Theme:
Hey~~~~ I feel heartbroken when I read this article...
Hmm... BE is so beautiful =w=. But by the way, the author of this girl's name was intentional, right =A=?
Saying compliments does not mean you like them
Is it too presumptuous to feel happy because of this?
It's well written, but the ending is really unpleasant. It's shattered, it's shattered, my dream is shattered
How could Aizen do it so easily~~It's too cheap~~
I really want to cry%>_<%
Hey~~~~ I feel heartbroken when I read this article...
Hmm... BE is so beautiful =w=. But by the way, the author of this girl's name was intentional, right =A=?
Saying compliments does not mean you like them Is it too presumptuous to feel happy because of this?
It's well written, but the ending is really unpleasant. It's shattered, it's shattered, my dream is shattered How could Aizen do it so easily~~It's too cheap~~