Their wishful gazes never went full circle. The engagement was always brief, chaste and short-lived, secretly full of passion, exchanging silent words while everything remained unresolved, as if their throats hitched and they could only communicate through eye contact. But eye contact could never express their feelings accurately, despite how often it happened. Makoto/Rin angst!

Beneath the canopy of darkness that was nightfall, the Big Bad Wolf could most easily hunt for prey, lurking and prowling in the secrecy of the shadows. And every single time his solitary target, Toudou, failed to detect him, too self-absorbed and unaware of his surroundings, oblivious and vulnerable — the perfect victim. Arakita/Toudou. Smut.

Toudou was a morning person. And Arakita hated it. That blabbermouth made it his duty to turn every morning a living hell for him. He was the alarm clock Arakita never wanted. An alarm clock that lacked a snooze button. An alarm clock that wouldn't shut up. And it was getting on his nerves. Arakita/Toudou.

Best friends Ike and Link face problems one after another. With an upcoming party in mind, thorns begin to jab at their seemingly flawless relationship. Why? Well, Ike secretly likes Link, who likes Marth, the legendary Pokémon Manaphy is causing mischief, Ike's love letter is stolen, everyone is sent on a wild goose chase, bodies are switched, and all hell breaks loose—why else?