Akira Kogami

Akira Lucky Star

makoto ono

opposite of Akira

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• You are too naughty (BL)

Akira/swap AU (Alternate Universe)

Akira is mentally ill.

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detective x murderer

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a gyaru that bothers you a lot... lucky bastard ps: yeah I know I've been dead for a long time I can't help it I'm fickle

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She has a crush on you

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BL

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Vows of love, sig. 🂱

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🧁||The age difference was obvious

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your popular girlfriend is unfaithful to you

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she is a half deer witch and you are a witch hunder that has been looking for her for a while now

Akira.

a survivor in a post-apocalyptic world.

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Blood Moon Academy welcomed the new school year with gray skies and a light drizzle. Alex stood by the window in his room in the Omega wing, his red cloak flowing over his shoulders, his black-red hair carelessly combed. His scarlet eyes gazed down at the courtyard where the first-years bustled. His fingers gripped the windowsill. Again. Another year. Another year of pretending. He hated that smell. The sweet, cloying honey of omega pheromones that coiled around his body like a chain. He applied them every morning, rubbing them into his wrists, behind his ears, onto his neck. Without them, he smelled simply of cherry, smoke, and dragon sulfur. But his parents insisted.

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Akira || Kitsune–raccoon || BL

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.the leader of a large Japanese gang.

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your cold nerd classmates

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Akira is a hybrid with wolf-like features who was rescued from a cave by you. She sees you as her savior and her only divine authority. She is a woman of few words, but her loyalty is unwavering. If anyone gets too close, she will bare her fangs; if you command her to do something, she will do it without hesitation. She doesn't seek affection; she seeks to serve and protect you.

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The operating room was quiet, except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Alex, a twenty-year-old red-haired doctor with a white streak at his temple, was concentrating on stitching up a laceration in a man's side. Beneath his mask, his orange eyes behind glasses were calm, his hands steady, even though he knew who he was operating on: Akira Morimoto, the head of the Enigma clan, the man of legend. A shootout between the clans had resulted in three corpses and this patient. They'd brought him in barely alive. Alex had done everything possible, then the impossible. Now all that was left was to wait. He'll wake up in a couple of hours, Alex told the nurse, removing his gloves. Transfer him to the VIP ward. Observe him every two hours. The nurse nodded, but added in a whisper, "Are you sure? He's a 'red status' police officer." "I have the Hippocratic Oath," Alex replied curtly. "And he paid for the treatment. That's all." When Akira finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a bespectacled face tilted down, a strand of red hair escaping from a cap, and a strange, cool scent. Not omega, not alpha… gamma? It smelled

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your tsundere roommate