Too Many Debts to Worry About Them

I have two completed stories. You can find them in my author profile~~

"Miss Oikawa, Faithful to the End"

"The Inarizaki Training Manual"

Coming in 2026:

Fanfiction

"Their Cinnabar Moles": A heartbreaker and her victims, a harem-style battlefield where everyone fights over her

"My Top Student Boyfriend": A real good-for-nothing meets a fake top student. A little seaweed who pretends to be a top student meets a gentle girl who plays dumb while hiding her strength.

Original fiction

"Killing Winter Jasmine": Twins x a frail amnesiac girl, a campus story with light mystery and a tragic modern romance

"Dear Him": A beautiful misunderstanding between a widow and a male love interest who falls for her on his own. The man she loves has never been him. (A tragic romance; the male lead dies at the beginning, and the heroine and male lead choose each other from beginning to end.)

If you like these, dear readers, you can find them in my author profile~~

Story blurb:

Debts must be repaid. Money debts are easy to settle, but debts of the heart are hard to repay.

Kano Takako never expected debts she had once considered settled to resurface in the present day, much less that there would be more than one.

Kano Takako, who had thought herself free of all debts, was instantly overwhelmed. After all, she owed debts of the heart, and every one of her creditors was more troublesome than the last.

Creditor One: A curse user with a bowl cut

In the deep green forest where the sudden change took place, Kano Takako immediately spotted the white-haired boy in a kimono.

The body of Uraume, who had just been about to move, abruptly froze. He turned mechanically and murmured, his voice breaking, "My lady." He had finally found her.

He knew it, even from far away: that shiver rising from his soul.

His lady had returned.

The white-haired boy stumbled forward, the silver bell at his waist flashing fitfully. "My lady, Uraume is here."

Creditor Two: The boss of a criminal organization

In front of an elegant old mansion, a silver-haired man kissed his fan. His emerald eyes were thick with love and greed. "I am so very delighted to see you again."

The longing that had built for countless years in a hidden room was finally fulfilled in that moment.

He had crossed the river of time to see his goddess again. After countless prayers and innumerable dreams, his shrine maiden, his goddess, could never escape him after all!

Creditor Three: The Lord of the Western Lands

A great white-haired demon sat high in a pavilion, the silent silver bell at his waist falling like spring thunder.

Kano Takako touched the crescent moon between the demon's brows, her expression complicated. "Isn't there anything you want to ask me?"

For once, the demon's golden eyes softened. "One thousand and forty years and fifty-one days. The Thousand-Year Sakura still hasn't bloomed. I came too early."

Creditor Four: The vampire progenitor who loves ribbons

Cold fangs pressed against the girl's warm, dewy neck. "Ahaha, my little doll has grown up."

The sharp, icy fangs made Kano Takako shiver. Before she could speak, the newcomer clamped a hand over her lips without mercy.

"Good evening, my Alice."

There was no sting as she had imagined. The elegant, coldhearted vampire placed a gentle kiss over the pulse beating beneath her skin.

She never expected her settled debts to come back one after another. Who said having too many debts was no problem?

Content warnings!!!

1. The order of the worlds is not fixed.

2. Pairing changes warning (Killing/Young Rin).

3. No matter the ending, choose one of four.

Coming soon: "Their Cinnabar Moles"

What is a cinnabar mole?

It's someone you finally manage to hold in your arms, only to lose again in an instant.

Whenever you think of her, a poisonous, impossible-to-quit cinnabar mark seems to bleed from your heart.

Hunter world:

The assassin family (sister-in-law story)

As the youngest son of an assassin family, Kalluto had always obeyed his eldest brother without question.

But when his brother pulled the girl into his arms, Kalluto's sharp, catlike eyes suddenly went pitch-black.

He warned him in a flat voice, "Illumi, she's mine."

The Spiders

The Spiders watched their prey go with greedy, ambitious eyes. No one had ever taken anything from the Phantom Troupe!

Jujutsu world:

The cult leader

The long-haired man wearing black ear gauges gazed at his beloved, whom he had loved since they were young, with eyes full of devotion. "For the greater good, darling, could you please die?"

The strongest jujutsu sorcerer

The jujutsu sorcerer who called himself the strongest held the girl's corpse. His ice-blue eyes were desolate, as if no grass would ever grow there again.

He hadn't yet told her how much he loved her.

Ability world:

The boy in the black hat

So even a gravity manipulator could feel weightless. The moment she died, the whole world spun around him.

Fyodor

Fyodor prided himself on seeing the whole board and arranging everything to perfection. He believed he could read people's hearts and come and go as he pleased.

Yet he was willing to lose everything for one person, trapped in place by a simple call.

Holy Grail world:

Golden Boy

Even as an omniscient and omnipotent king, he couldn't stop Uruk from falling or her from fading away.

□□ world:

The chaotic white-haired man

It was the tenth year since her death, and the tenth year since Byakuran began to regret it.

He crossed countless timelines, searching for another her.

"You are the variable in my life, the one-of-a-kind gift the world gave me."

Byakuran

"Dear Him"

He is like him, but he isn't him.

She loves him, but he isn't him.

Everyone knew there was someone hidden in Xie Zhaoyun's heart.

Sheng Huai knew, too. He was like a cicada lost in midsummer, fallen deep into its spell.

Summer was as it had always been, and locust blossoms fell like rain.

A woman whose brows and eyes looked like the first snow melting held white chrysanthemums and gently touched the tombstone before her, her gaze soft.

Only then did Sheng Huai realize that someone was buried in Xie Zhaoyun's heart.

In the black-and-white photograph, a young man looked back over his shoulder, smiling like a summer flower.

The place where my beloved Yan Huaixu rests.

Reader's guide:

1. The male lead is already dead at the beginning. Memories and flashbacks are woven throughout. He died in the year the heroine loved him most and found it hardest to let go.

2. Both leads are sexually inexperienced, and so is the male love interest. (The male love interest and heroine never get together.)

3. This is not a replacement-romance story. The heroine needs time to recover from her grief, while the male love interest falls for her on his own. It is all a beautiful misunderstanding. They will all grow and carry on with their lives.

"Killing Winter Jasmine"

[1]

"Why do they only pick on you and not anyone else?"

"If one person won't play with you, maybe they're the problem. If it's a whole group, then maybe you're the problem!"

"Lin Du, you and your younger brother are worlds apart!"

Every word from his mother stabbed Lin Du in the back. The boy's limbs felt like rusted scrap metal.

Faced with his mother's hysterics, he didn't argue. He just dragged his heavy body back to his room, one step at a time.

The fan turned in circles, making a grating noise that set his teeth on edge. Lin Du's thoughts slowly drifted away.

He thought again of that frail girl, of how, despite being skin and bones, she had resolutely stood in front of him.

The girl's slender frame trembled with every smile and frown. "I'm Wen An. What's your name?"

"Lin Du."

[2]

Their parents' divorce separated the two brothers when they were young, sending them to opposite ends of the country. They looked alike and had similar names, yet their lives took completely different paths.

One day, while in class, Lin Du felt a sudden, inexplicable sadness and unease. He hadn't received a letter from his older brother in a long time. Maybe he was just too busy.

"Your brother is dead." Their father's eyes were bloodshot, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Lin Du didn't believe it was an accident. What had really caused his brother's death?

He would find the truth behind his brother's death and avenge him!

[3]

Wen An didn't know why her heart began beating for no reason whenever she saw her face in the mirror.

Each heartbeat was clear and strong.

Every time, she would stare blankly as she touched the hideous scar on her chest. Her parents said it was left behind by heart surgery she'd had in the past.

A few years later, Wen An happened to meet someone who felt strangely familiar. When she saw him, her heart began pounding, too.

"Hello. May I ask your name...?"

The man's voice was clear and smooth as he gazed at the girl in front of him. "My name is Lin Du."

Hearing this, Wen An instinctively asked, "Is that the Du meaning to save others and yourself?"

Lin Du smiled, his eyes holding a meaning Wen An couldn't fathom. "It's the Du meaning measurement."

An older brother forgotten and left to die, a girl like a blank sheet of paper learning to live, and a younger brother who traps himself in a cocoon while searching for the truth.

Winter jasmine blooms in paired flowers. The blossoms that fear no winter eventually wither in winter, while the flowers that bloom in summer and autumn also decline after losing their other half.

Theme: In the name of love, it is neither confinement nor obsession. Love is respect, consideration, and letting go.