On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...

Walking above cloud is fun I suppose But having someone special beside Is Heart touching In reality being able to just walk Is more than escaping from the shackles of being cripple . Being bo...

You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...

In their darkest of nights, two broken souls made a promise. Intoxicated by love and fueled from the conviction to escape the cruelty of their world, they decide to run away together. Just one week, a fleeting farewell to the day before—then they leave their past behind forever to awaken beneath ...

I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.

This is a Spin-off/Sequel to the Invitation of Thanatos for the YOASOBI Writing contest. This story follows the younger brother of the protagonist in Invitation of Thanatos and what lead him down the road he built.

There are two types of people: those ruled by Thanatos and those ruled by Eros. It's rare to see the God of Death itself but those who see it often see a different person. Most of the time, it's the one you love dearly. But what if the person you loved the most... Was the you in your past? Aft...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...