Three kids test the border between fiction and reality by looking for the building their favorite video game takes place in.
Cover art by me.

"A Friendship between Realism And non existing. when together, both exist as one." - Hannah

She tossed and turned in her bed as Her quilts wrapped around her clothes body as she flopped herself over while sweating.
"She sat with her friends on the couch as they watched a horror movie‚"
"Then suddenly, the room was pitched black.."

Her eyes squinting shut in fear as her dream proceeded. Her little heart drumming against inside her chest...
"The light's flickered back on..." ...

"Everyone in the room dead..." 
"Execpt her..." 
"So she ran..."
"Running outside the house in fear..."
"a rail..."
"And a train tunnel..."
"She took one step... as her foot touched the wooden metal rail a round headlight blinded her..."
"..She was hit..."

Amara woke up Cold, and sweaty. Tears running down her face. But she was not out of her dream yet.. The image's flashed through her mind, making her only more scared than ever.. She collected herself together, And went downstairs to make a drink...

How do I start?  My name is Shiro Osborne. I'm your average half Japanese and half English kind of guy. Like many other Japanese boys I delve into the fantasy of what's called anime,manga and video games. 
 
My addiction for this started at the simple age of 10 where I spent the next 3 years reading and non-stop playing video games and manga. I somewhat became an otaku but not the average stereotype . I was fairly handsome and kept myself in shape though I never found an interest in girlfriends because none of them are interesting enough.

Due to my love life being pretty empty (virgin) I had plenty of time to deepen my knowledge into understanding games and their programmed. 
My parents... were not proud of what I was doing. In their eyes all they saw was a failure of a a son lowering his grades and his life choices for the simple reason of escaping reality. 

That was the problem. All parents think escaping into the world of fiction is a bad thing. Children who get bullied want to escape. Abused children want to escape. Teenagers who go through heavy depression want to escape. Them clinging onto the final string of imagination. To keep them somewhat alive! Is that really a bad thing? What are books for if I can't use them to escape into a reality where the burdens of mankind aren't there. Numbers and test. Scores and judgement for you race. These are the things people want to escape from.

The same goes for video games. Why do u think people play non-stop. Is it to satisfy their curiosity. No. Is it to play with their friends.  Some of them . It's because they want to be the hero. No one is the same but everyone lives the same lifestyle. Live sleep eat work die. That's it. There is nothing special about them to make them feel unique. So when your kids are  playing their games it's pretty  much  them trying to create their own story with their friends and to become the heroes of that simple game.

That simple game which make them fell special. That simple game that make them forget their burdens and worries. That simple games which makes them feel they are worth more than a mortal. So tell me Is it just a game?

I’m an average guy. A weeb and 24-gamer non-stop.
Until a certain day. Well for most gamers that day was a horrific event which they were left to their own survival in a game where there was a chance of death. For the weebs... we were cheering that our anime sword art online was finally a reality.

Finally there was a madman that was willing to trap 1000,000 gamers in a game of survival to find the 6 keys of Origin to escape. By clearing floors and levelling up will I survive and take the mantle for the real life Black swordsman Kirito or will I die tragically?

I realised what my mistake was. 
It was posting my story in a platform where the majority of readers came to read seeing the 18+ and sexual content tags and not the drama/ emotional tag. It was posted in a platform where 90% of the readers are horny teens. All those horny teens came in seeing the words MCU, powers and a strong MC tag expecting my MC to be a perfect being. Well, guess what fuckers, my MC is not perfect.
Have you horny people never heard of the term don't judge a book by its cover? Well, let my novel be a lesson to you not to judge a book by its cover.
This was stated from the very first chapter by me showing his extremely lazy side. The whole point of his gift was to counter his lazy side. He was never perfect and it's your fault for thinking my MC is perfect when I displayed so many times throughout the novel he wasn't.
I had trouble understanding peoples emotions since childhood. Due to this, I had to analyse, examine, learn and understand people's emotions deeply in order to empathise and emulate those emotions.
So don't fucking argue with me about MC's emotions because if there is one person who correctly knows MC's emotions it's me, who spend countless years trying to understand, learn and research about peoples emotions in order to emulate them, not you guys who could naturally empathise with people and took that ability for granted.
I didn't fucking write this story randomly. I write spending hours researching every angle of it. Including the aspect of the emotional situation of MC. Why else would I take into the consideration of inflation of money and other things in my story? I asked people around me how they would feel in each scenario that the MC went through and drew from their experience and mine into the story.
Especially his emotions when killing people. I did this by asking my uncle and his friends who were in the army about his experience of killing people and his reaction to etc. I didn't fucking just bring it out of nowhere! Yet many of you 'kids' think killing people is alright and easy! I am sorry but I don't want to cater my story in a platform where many of you are these kinds of sick psychopaths/ mentally challenged.
To all those people who looked for logic in a work of fiction. Why are you even fucking reading a work of fiction when fictions are meant to be breaking the rules of reality and logic?
So yeah all of you haters/ logic finders go read other awesome/ perfect fanfics in this site and enjoy them! They will be more to you haters', horny kids' and logic lookers standards where you can find perfect MC with logical work. Because from this moment onwards my novel will be taken off from this site.
Also to the Russian site, Rulate. Do you think it's fucking okay to translate my novel on a different site without my permission without giving me any credit? You dare fucking take my story post it under different creators name? You dare try to take peoples money when I made it clear this is a free novel?
Let me see how you are going to carry on from now on. Let's see how you are going to answer the people whose money you took from when they get no more updates. tl.rulate.ru/book/50755/
I didn't write this book for money, fame, recognition or anything. I wrote it because I liked writing. I wrote more than 150 chapters because I liked writing. You want evidence? When have I asked any of you for power stones or money for faster release?
The only reason I posted it was because I saw how there was barely any non-harem fanfic work and decided to share my work for free with you guys to enjoy it. I enjoyed reading all the nice comments. I enjoyed reading all the suggestions. But I didn't fucking enjoy assholes who wanted to implement their ideology in my book.
To those who seriously supported me and loved my work, I am deeply sorry. I am a human, not a God of mercy and love. I feel anger when I see those hate and illogical comments. Especially when I spend more than 3 hours reading and replying to every single comment.
This is a punishment to those haters to teach them not to fucking ruin other peoples mood.
The good news to those who genuinely enjoyed and loved my novel it that it isn't dropped. It is just in a different platform under a different name. However, I am not going to say its name or the platform where it's posted because the logic finders, haters, horny kids and the work stealers from this site would just come to that site to piss me off and ruin my work. Hope you guys find it.
Let my book be a lesson to all you haters and people who looked for logic in a book what gratitude, appreciation and truly enjoying a book means. Every hate comments you posted affected me assholes.
This book is part of a massive trilogy of another author's book in this platform. This story was what you could say as phase 1 of the trilogy. Both of us had planned to reveal to you the book at the end of my book. But now I am not going to(not on this site) seeing as most haters from this site/novel would ruin his work as well.
Funny thing is I am not even sad. I feel happy taking my novel down from this site. Guess that is how much the haters affected me.
Potato Lord signing off!

Please read <333
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Disclaimer!!
I do not own Haikyuu!! and it's characters, this book is a work of fiction and the plot are exclusively the author's work of imagination. Plagiarism is a crime.


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Remember, originality is what draws readers in.
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I just wanna voice my sentiments on why I wrote this.
I just felt bad for omegas in some stories. How the story progressed just shows that they are still inferior to their alphas in some way. Some of them are accidentally carrying kids, accidentally bonded, and other things. Please don't get me wrong, I am not trashing other fics. In fact, I love reading great ABO books.
That's why in this story I pushed myself to show self-worth on themselves. Show how they could fight back in this story.
That's why in this story I pushed myself to write them as stronger people, show self-worth on themselves. Show how they could fight back in this book.
Trigger warnings may often not be put up, but be warned that there are several depictions of death, blood, non-consensual sex, sexual content, and others.
The characters may not find themselves immediately attached to their partners, we have to take it sloooow.
No really, like real slow. The ships will sail slow.
Another thing, If you're not here for the plot and is for the smut, this isn't the place. Of course there'll be one. But I want to shape and develop the characters so yeah.
THIS IS MY FIRST HAIKYUU FANFIC.
NO I MEAN THIS IS THE FIRST ENGLISH BOOK I HAVE EVER WRITTEN.
My first fanfic, and the first English book I have written, so I'm pretty sure there will be a few mistakes. 

Bear with me 😓
And I'm planning to make this a trilogy, this will be the first book of The Omegan Society series.
Follow me on twitter!: @Sevvy_07
Without further ado.
Enjoy!!


~ Sev


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Book started on July 29, 2020

 Zane-Ashburn made it back to the house but decided not to go in. Mother would ask too many questions and he couldn't explain if he didn't even know what he saw. He turned and walked down the street that led to town. He didn't like being around lots of people, but the Library required its sacrifices. He walked through the old wooden doorway and he was greeted with the smell of old books and the sound of silence. He calmed down a bit and soon felt as relaxed as he could for someone who had just been turned into a goose. 
"Hello, Zane," The librarian said as he walked through the door  
"Greetings, Miss Iris," Zane-Ashburn said with a little wave.  
"What brings you here?  
"Just the usual. Looking for something to read. Do you happen to know anything good about codes and mysteries?"  
"I do. I think you might enjoy Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. It's in fiction, something I know you don't usually like to read but, it's quite like a guide to solving mysteries. But you can always look in the non-fiction for some information on codes  
"Sure, thanks. I'll take a look," He said. Miss Iris was his favorite person, despite not liking people in general She was helpful and gave him interesting book suggestions. He stared at her soft features and curly brown hair that was tied half up in a messy bun. Her creamy brown skin was flawless and added to her beauty. Her face is so interesting to look at, Zane-Ashburn thought as he walked away. First, he went to the fiction. Here, he felt out of his comfort zone. He didn't like magic and strange phenomena, and he didn't particularly find the stories to be informative or helpful, so he stuck to non-fiction. Nevertheless, He trusted Miss Iris so he thought he should try it out. He scanned the shelves of books with authors whose last names began with D and soon found what he was looking for. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. He picked it up and inspected the blue hard-back cover with shiny gold writing. He turned it over and read the back: 
"My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know."  
Interesting. Zane-Ashburn thought and continued reading.  
"The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes first introduced Arthur Conan Doyle's brilliant detective to the readers of The Strand Magazine. The runaway success of this series prompted a second set of stories, The Memoirs. In these twenty-three tales, collected here in one volume, you have some of the best detective yarns ever penned. In his consulting room at 221B Baker Street, the master sleuth receives a stream of clients all presenting him with baffling and bizarre mysteries to unravel. There is, for example, the man who is frightened for his life because of the arrival of an envelope containing five orange pips (seeds); there is the terrified woman who is aware that her life is in danger and cannot explain the strange whistling sounds she hears in the night, and there is the riddle of the missing butler and the theft of an ancient treasure. In the last story, there is the climactic battle between Holmes and the act enemy, 'the Napoleon of Crime' Professor Moriarty. Holmes, with trusty Watson by his side, is equal to these and the other challenges in this splendid collection."  
Zane-Ashburn finished reading and everything stopped. He analyzed the words in his head, and one could say that his curiosity was piqued. He took the book and went straight to his favorite spot in the library. There was a large leather chair in front of a brick fireplace. It was cozy and his small body could curl up and read for hours. He read the first words and was soon absorbed in the greatness that is fiction. Zane-Ashburn was so involved in reading that he didn't realize that the sun had started to go down. In that time, he had finished reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and, much to his dismay, the next book was checked out of the library so he wandered over to the non-fiction section and found a couple books on bird calls and their meanings. He had a very good memory. It wasn't as good as Sherlock's, but it was still good. If a memory was old enough, he had to search for it. He had found that Sherlock Holmes had to do the same thing. His "mind palace," as he called it. Zane-Ashburn memorized the meanings of the bird calls, but he had difficulty hearing the calls in his head. He needed to investigate further. But that meant playing more games. And that meant possibly getting eaten by Margarie. He didn't want that to happen, but his curiosity was endless. He supposed he would just have to learn to survive the games. His train of thought stopped suddenly. Hold on… how do these games even work? How in the world was I turned into a goose? What other games are played? What do they do? He thought. He searched his mind for an answer and a thought came to him. He ran to another section he never went into, the children's section. He just started looking when suddenly, there was a loud yell.  
"AAASSSSHHH" It was the voice of Gill. Zane-Ashburn sighed and looked over the railing towards the entrance where Anabelle and Gill stood. His brother waved and Zane-Ashburn scowled at him and made a shushing gesture. He made his way down the stairs and out the doors, not waiting for his siblings.  
"Ash-"   
"Processing."  
"What?"  
"I'm still processing."  
Gill looked down. "Oh."   
His older brother reacted differently to the games than he expected. He, for one, actually enjoyed them. He was quick and rarely ever got hurt. He didn't appreciate it when Margarie ate Garrith, though. Maybe tomorrow will be different. He agreed with the group that they should play something more toned down tomorrow. Something like wax museum or mafia where they didn't run around in terror. That is, if Zane-Ashburn decided to come again. Gill knew his brother well. He knew that curiosity got the best of him, so he was likely to come outside again. They walked home the rest of the way in silence.  
The next morning, Zane-Ashburn didn't wake up to his normal alarm of Anabelle. He got out of bed and looked around the small room. Both their beds were empty. He walked out into the kitchen It was silent.   
"Mom?" he called. No answer. He found a note on the small wooden table. It read, "Zane, I have gone into town for the day and your siblings are outside. – Mother"  
Zane-Ashburn quickly got dressed and walked outside. He walked through the woods, remembering the path he had walked yesterday. He eventually stumbled out on the soft green grass where the sun shone through a hole in the canopy. Gill and Anabelle were sitting on the grass, counting in sync. Gill opened his eyes and grinned his reckless grin.  
"I told you he'd come," He said, stopping the counting. Anabelle's eyes opened and she looked up.   
"Hello," she said happily with a smile. "We're playing Hide and seek!" Her voice became quiet and her eyes went wide.   
  "Watch me seek," She stood up and her hands rose to her mouth to let out a loud bird call.   
  "Chicka-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee." Zane-Ashburn recognized it as the chickadees' danger call. It basically meant that something was hunting them down. Suddenly, large foxlike ears grew out of Anabelle's skull and a small amount of blood dripped down her blond hair. She grimaced but it was quickly covered with a grin of excitement.   
"Ready?" she asked Gill.  
Gill pulled out a pocket watch. "Go." 
 Anabelle sprinted off through the forest making yipping noises as she went out of sight.  
"What the-," Zane-Ashburn said, mystified. "Ears...?"  
"Yeah," Gill said. "They help you hear. You get massive headaches after the game though."  
Zane-Ashburn looked at him, concerned. "So, how do things like this happen? I'm pretty sure it's not normal for ears to grow out of your head or to turn into geese."  
"Honestly, I have no idea. I don't even remember when we started playing the games. They seem to only be magical if I'm around. Sometimes they go wrong though. Milly and Mia get the worst of it. Poor Mia still coughs up feathers from duck, duck, goose. That's why she didn't play yesterday. It's like... the games punish them for losing or something. They are bad at a lot of them. Now that I think about it, I should probably give them some pointers..."  
Suddenly, there was a loud scream that came from the woods behind them and a giant flock of birds flew up from the trees.  
"What was that?" Zane-Ashburn asked, worried.  
"Oh, that's probably just Margarie being dramatic again. She likes to disturb the forest animals. That's one of the reasons bears and things don't come after us. Anabelle must've found her." Moments later, Margarie came out of the woods, looking annoyed and holding her arm that had a 6-year-old bite mark on it that was bleeding.  
"The little savage bit me too hard this time," she grumbled under her breath. She tore a bit off her dress and wrapped the bite. "Well, that's the first time I have been out this quickly."  
Gill grinned, clearly proud of his little sister. "The only one who can get you out."  
She glared at him and sat down near a tree.   
"Now we wait," Gill said. One by one, more kids came out of the forest, starting with a slightly annoyed Tucson, who was closely followed by a fuming Phoenix. He hated losing. They also had bite marks somewhere on them. They weren't as bad as Margarie's, but they were still pronounced. A while later, Mira came out, her long hair had leaves in it as if she had hidden in a tree. She looked like she was about to cry as she tried to investigate the bite on her shoulder. Then she looked around.   
"I lasted this long?" her face broke out into a wide smile. "Wow, this is rare." She sat down a little way away from Gill and Zane-Ashburn, looking proud of herself. It was a long time before anyone else came out, but eventually, Arizona revealed himself, with a condescending smile. He looked over at his brothers, raised both arms in the air, and said, "I am superior!" Phoenix and Tucson rolled their eyes and laughed. Phoenix stood up and whacked Arizona upside the head, to which Ari gave a look of mock surprise before dragging him to where they were sitting. Mira had a look of realization and stood up suddenly. "Milly won!" she said in disbelief and soon after, Milieta and Anabelle walked out, both laughing. Anabelle's big ears had disappeared, and she looked tired from her senses being sharpened. Mira ran up to her sister and hugged her tightly. "You won! I'm so proud," she said happily.  
"And because you won," Gill said, looking at Milieta. "You get to choose the next game. So, what say ye?"  
Zane-Ashburn worried that Milieta's moment of pride might lead her to choose a… not so safe game. Nonetheless, he was going to play these games and figure out what was making these children turn into animals and such.  
"Well, there are so many options! Does anyone have ideas?" Milieta took her hands out of her huge sweatshirt. Everyone took a moment of contemplation.  
"How about Fox at Midnight?" The triplets chanted together. Their smiles growing like the Cheshire Cat's. They all huddled together with their fingers crossed, hoping that their vote might count for more since they were in 3's.  
Everyone's eyes lit up at the idea of this game. As per usual, Zane-Ashburn had no idea what this game entailed and so he opted out of voting.   
"All for Fox at Midnight, say aye!" Gill announced.  
"Aye!" cried the triplets, unsurprisingly.  
"Aye!" smiled Milieta and Mira.  
"Aye!" Margarie's eyes connected with Zane-Ashburn's as she grinned her evil grin.  
"Aye!" Annabelle's voice was the most recognizable. She sounded like a high-pitched, joyful fairy.   
"Zane-Ashburn?" Gill faced him, and everyone else followed suit.  
Zane-Ashburn froze. He had no idea what this game was and what the danger level could have been. Uneducated guessing had led to many bad choices in history. He wasn't about to join that monumentally stupid group.  
"C-Can someone describe it first?" he nervously stuttered, his awkward smile appearing. Milieta and Mira both giggled, as did Margarie, but of course Margarie's smile was in a completely different tone.   
"Fox at Midnight is like Red Light, Green Light, but instead, the person at the front is not a traffic cop, but a fox. The goal of everyone else is the touch the fox without them seeing you move. If they do see you, the prey, move, they deserve the right to punish you in a form of their choice, ranging from them letting you go to eating you. Margarie is barred from eating anyone," he shot a glare in her direction and she gave a toothy grin, "but, everyone else can choose their punishment. If you touch the fox, and they do not catch you, you become the fox and the new round starts. We play for as many people as we have. Not everyone will get a turn."  
Zane-Ashburn soaked in the information, knowing this was a terrible idea deep in his gut. Regardless, he said it: 
"Aye."  
"Let the games begin!"

What if children's games were real? What if, ashes ashes we all fell down?  What if when you were tagged, you really were IT? Any normal person might wonder why these games are played, or what they mean, eventually passing it off as "just a game", but, dear reader, whether you are a child or an adult, understand that these are not just games. They are the difference between life and death, inclusion, and exclusion, and most importantly, your ability to survive.  

Read as Zane-Ashburn and his friends the Children of the Moon leave England and discover life is beyond their imagination's limits!

Co-Written with my friend Izzy! Remember to give them credit as well!

Aftermath

Few Days later after the Mabon Eve, The government in the City apologize to the Residents that the Information that was given was Outdated, For some reason.

People having case of nightmare of an unknown Creatures when their are Dreaming, And seeing Angels Saving them.

The Power of the City was turn back on, But there's need to be Daily Maintenance so the power didn't Blowup.

Eli whose in the Evacuation site during the time know what happening and Prepare because Cassidy told them a day before the possible landfall.

In the Coordinator shop
Mayo hug Clovers Lifeless body and buried her Grave in a near by forest, Where other girls where buried also

There's Several Missing Person in the City about 55 People are missing
mostly Kids and teen
12 are Adults
and 43 Are Kids and Teens
Theirs Several Casualty in the Street 9 death bodies are found.

As Cassidy is being heal by Alice on her Soulgem, Alice Fall down in the floor and Unable to breathe, Mayo Opens Alice's Bag and Put the Inhaler to her Mouth.
Alice Cough out blood as She able to breathe again. Mayo proceed to Purify Alice Soulgem.

After the Treatment, Alice Sit down and rest.

As Cassidy wake's up, She look at the Window.
The power is out so Cassidy Used her Phone to use as a Light source. And
She left the Coordinator Shop and head home middle of the Night.
She Detect a witch and enter the Labyrinth, She found a girl fighting and Struggle to fight the Familiars
and said "Move a side" She Bind the Familiar and kill it with Ease. "Your okay kid-" The girl ask "Sis?" As the Shocked in her face she Kneel down for a second and look at the girl 
|"yeah... she's definitely her..."|
As Cassidy head pat her and said "Do you want help?" The girl replied "Yes"
A phone ring and She answered it 
"Yeah, She's in my good hands..."

End...


Hello the Author here, the time i publish this is my 1 Year anniversary playing magia record, Im actually surprised that i didn't Abandoned it during my first Month. Im hoping for the Future of Magia record to be Fun, Hopely....

Anyways Why did i create this Fan story/Fanfic story?

Reason:
 i wanna see what happen to the other City during Walpurgisnacht. Explore the other magical girls and their Powers. No interference to Madokami(Ultimate Madoka) during the Mabon Eve. See even your the strongest you still can't win despite how far have you gone. Imagine seeing a Perspective of Non magical girls knowing the truth/Existence of magical girls Ex. Sara/Ms. Apple and Eli.
Unstoppable Enemy
And most importantly The Choice of Regret.

Original story
my original plan is to ended withthe Calamity during the first 3 Volume, But wait is kinda Small and no Lore about the girls so I expand it.

Im adding Volume 7 As a Full Backstory of every name magical girl in the Series So yeah.

And Also
This is a work of Fan fiction idiot first time finally finish a story, So anything related to the story/Event of Magia Record/Madoka magica to Corresponding to the story root is Accidental. (Except for Magia record, Tart magica and oriko either, Im so sorry)
magia record of course the Timeline in the story
tart magica (Some Ability)
oriko magica (Some Ability)

(This is a work of Fan-Fiction and this story is Not Canon) Updated:

Young Girl name Cassidy live in Germany but move out in Japan from her Mother's Husband.

Living in Japan for 2 Week and Before the Mysterious Phenomenon happen to her City

Max went to see the library with Arman. The library is almost as big as the cafeteria. The bookshelves here are very tall and there are different types of books. There's a section for each genre. There's also the English translation of many Thai novels as well. There's also a huge section of textbooks. Max was happy to see that this library was not empty. People are here and they are actually reading. 

Back in his old University, the library was always empty. Folks there didn't like to read much. But here, they are reading fiction and non-fiction as well. Max went straight to the "romance" section while Arman was in the non-fiction. Max isn't into non-fiction. He never was. But Arman who has not watched movies in a long time looks definitely a non-fiction type. 

The library is now Max's favorite place at this University. Max's jaw almost dropped open when he saw there was Boys' Love fiction as well. These books are actually the English translation of the Thai novels he read online. 

The feeling of reading a physical copy is far more beautiful than reading a PDF version of it. Max has read only four to five novels. 

But here, he wishes to read all of them. But not today. He looks around to look for more interesting books. He opens his keep notes app on his phone and writes down the names of the books he wants to read. 

He sees that Arman has already found himself a seat and is deep inside some non-fiction. The cover of it is very lifeless. Max knows he shouldn't judge a book by its cover but if the cover ain't beautiful, he ain't reading it. Sometimes he's more into the cover than he is on the book. 

"What are you reading?" He asks Arman.

"A non-fiction about what a person should and shouldn't do" 

"Non-fictions are boring! Read something exciting, like, thriller or horror" he suggests. It's more like he's forcing him to read stuff he likes. 

Arman closes the book and gives Max a look. A look that says do I look like someone who reads fiction? 

They spent about an hour in the library. Arman noticed some guys from the science department. He has to know about the class schedule and also if he needs to buy new books or not. Arman told Max that he would be late so Max came back to his dorm. Roaming around the campus all alone is very boring. Max doesn't like being bored. 

He has nothing to do now. The orientation class for the newbies is tomorrow. He's not a new student here. The classes here have started six months ago when Max was preparing for the Scholarship program. 

He video calls his parents and tells them about this place and also tells them about the big library. His parents are happy to see him happy. After talking to them he felt good but he's still bored.

"Hey! I thought you'd never call! Found someone new, didn't you?" Nadia says from other side of the screen. The background of her looks familiar. She's at Rohan's house.

"How could I not call? Wait. Are you at Rohan's?" 

Nadia leans forward to the screen and narrows her eyes to look more clearly. Max doesn't know what she's doing so he does the same. Both can't see anything besides each other's nose right now. 

Max hears Arman putting books on his table and leans backward from the screen and Nadia suddenly screams,

"Is that him? You made a boyfriend already!?"

Max's cheeks flushed red as he hears Nadia's words. Nadia was so loud that it's no surprise that Arman heard her. 
Max becomes nervous. He knows that Arman was cool about it so far but everyone has their tolerating limits. 

Max was even more embarrassed when Nadia opened her mouth again

"He's hot"

Rohan comes from behind and sees Arman and Max together. He knows who Nadia called hot.

"Nadia, you can't just call his roommate hot right in front of your boyfriend," Rohan says making a sulking face. 

"Why are you here? Go get ready" Nadia says making Rohan stand up from the sofa. "We're gonna be late"

"I know I'm hot," Arman says arrogantly "but I'm not his boyfriend. He's not my type" he winks at Nadia. Rohan is frowning. He wants to fry this guy.

"Ooooooh! The burn!" Nadia gives Arman a virtual high five. 

"Nadia! You're my best friend, not his!" Max says. Without saying anything else Max disconnects the call. 

On the other side, Rohan wishes to kill Arman. Rohan always thought he is exactly Nadia's type but today he doesn't feel like it anymore.

"Why would you call him hot? Am I not hot?" Rohan says to Nadia with an expression mixed with anger and jealousy

Nadia narrows her left eye as she gets the point that her boyfriend is jealous. Nadia has never seen Rohan get jealous because she doesn't give her time to anyone else but him. This is the first time. She has to take advantage of this moment.

"Why won't I? He is hot" she looks away and tries to hide her evil laugh. It's so hard to do it with Rohan's confused face lurking around. He looks adorable. 

Rohan sits beside her and holds her hand. His eyebrows are raised and he's biting his lips. He so trying hard to look seductive. Nadia almost breaks but she has to continue this scene.

"Why are you making that face? You look stupid" She says. But inside she's going crazy over how beautiful Rohan is looking right now. Men are not supposed to look beautiful but handsome. Rohan is both. When Nadia called him stupid Rohan tried to make his face look normal which looks even funnier. Nadia can't hold her laughter anymore. She breaks out laughing like crazy and almost falls to the ground. Rohan realizes this was a prank. He sits still and frowns his eyebrows. 

"Don't call anyone hot besides me" he says coldly.

Max is angry at Nadia. She made him look like a fool and she also ganged up with Arman. He can't stand Arman's presence anymore.

"Why are you here?" He says to him "weren't you supposed to return late?" 

"Those guys are really friendly. They gave me the stuff I needed so it didn't take long" 

Max smirks at him and Arman grins. 
***

Austin returns to his condo and crashes on the bed. His cat also sits beside him looking sleepy that she is. Austin tries to pat her and she hisses. Austin laughs at this.

 He has to go shoot that ad film for AWAN tomorrow. He doesn't want to. 

If He could return the money to them and not do the Ad film but Josh is also involved in this. He knows what they can do.

 He can not put Win at risk. 

Tomorrow is not going to be a good day for him.

Max is an addict. Not a drug addict though but an addict of Boys' Love fiction. And the only person he really likes is none but Austin Grant. The actor who portrayed the character "Patrick" from "Our Love The Series". He plans to go to Thailand and meet him in person. But will he ever get a chance to see him? or he'll find someone new to love?

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