Fancy Footwork
By Walker
With the game against Japan’s U-20 team on the horizon, Hiori Yo has been subjected to a two week long fitness regiment alongside his aspiring peers in Blue Lock’s soccer training program. Though he will sit on the sidelines for the beginning of the match as a substitute, his role on the team if and when he is brought on is integral to their victory. A stolid and calculated technician specializing in passes that inspire his teammates and freeze his opponents

“Who's that girl over there, by the fire?”
Aidan reclined on the sofa, beer in hand. “Don't know, not my problem.”
Ciaran frowned at his friend's disinterest. “Do you reckon she's like Mike's little sister or something? I've never seen her at any of our group meets before.”
“Nah, Mike doesn't have any siblings. Why do you care, anyway?”
“I mean come on, she looks underage doesn't she? Aren't you even a little bit concerned about that?”

Riley the Ravenous



Part VI



Offerings






    

“I want you to kill a god.”



    

It was a quiet night in an u

Akane supposed that a very small part of her regretted going this far with the whole charade. She could have swallowed her pride and stopped it at any point prior to this. She’d had plenty of warning, and plenty of time to think about it. It wasn’t like the guy had exactly been subtle about his more dubious intentions…
But every twinge of fear and every thought of misgivings had been met with a mental image of Ranma’s smug expression. She could perfectly envision him smi

Weird.
He didn't remember when was the last time his roommate had a girl in his bedroom. But whenever he had, these … noises have never been heard.
He got up from his bed, laying his book to his left upside down and went to the hallway. He saw how the light from the bedroom shimmered through the small gap under the door. So he was there. And … the weird noises came from his bedroom, there was no doubt. As if somebody would suck something through a small straw. His ear leaned agains

She leaned against the rail around the dance floor, watching the dancers. The Wrecking Ball served those who were too young to drink, but wanted to get out and dance, have the club experience, and spend a little money on over prices virgin versions of the drinks they’d be swilling when they hit drinking age. She loved the spirit of the place, the joie de vivre, the aspirational quality of these young things beating back the night with song and rhythm as they worked out their problems with

"Gah! Master Grove, sir!" yelled a tall and big bunny maid.
 
"Please, call me Gerard," replied a young human boy. "And relax, Betsy. I only slapped your ass."
 
"It's still rude, buster! I'm trying to keep this place nice and tidy and you're running around in only your bathrobe and undies, giving my ass a good slap whenever you pass by me!"
 
"Well, it is pretty hard NOT to. Your ass is the absolute best feature about you. Why don't