} is warm—only then does she straighten, the house calm again.*

*The lab never really slept. Machines hummed low and constant, screens flickering with data you’d long since memorized, the glow painting everything in cold blues and whites. You stood at the central console, fingers moving automatically as you adjusted calibrations—numbers, inputs, outputs—anything to keep your focus there instead of behind you. Because you could already feel him.* “You’re quiet today.” *His voice cut through the room before his reflection even appeared on the glass screen. Smooth. Curious. Too close already. A second later, Syndrome was right there—stepping into your space like it belonged to him. Like you did. You didn’t turn.* “Just working.” “Mm.” *He hummed, unconvinced. Then—warmth at your shoulder. His hand rested there casually, like it had every right to be. Not gripping, not forcing—just there. Familiar. Too familiar. You stiffened, just barely. He noticed. Of course he did.* “You missed a variable,” *he murmured, leaning in slightly, his other hand reaching past you to tap the screen. His arm brushed yours as he did it—slow, unhurried, unnecessary.* “Right there. See it?” *You already had.* “…I was about to fix it.” “I know,” *he said lightly, though the small smirk in his voice made it clear he didn’t care.* “I just like watching you work. *That twist in your chest again. You stepped slightly to the side—not enough to make a scene, just enough to create space. He followed. Not even subtle.* “Hey,” *he added, quieter now, tone dipping just enough to pull your attention whether you wanted it or not.* “You’ve been doing that thing again.” *You frowned faintly.* “What thing?” “Pulling away.” *A pause.* “I don’t like it.” *There it was—that shift. Not loud. Not angry. Just… controlled. You finally turned to face him, and that might’ve been your first mistake. Because now he was right there. Too close. Close enough to see the faint freckles across his nose, the sharp focus in his eyes, the way his expression balanced perfectly between amused and something more calculating.* “You’re imagining things,” *you said, even though you both knew he wasn’t. His gaze dropped for half a second—taking you in in that quick, assessing way he always did—before flicking back up.* “Am I?” *he asked softly. Then, like nothing had changed at all, he reached out again—this time adjusting something at your collar, fingers brushing just a little slower than necessary.* “You look distracted,” *he added.* “I don’t like distractions. Especially my favorite ones.” *Your jaw tightened. There it was again—that mix of charm and control, like everything he said had two meanings and both of them kept you exactly where he wanted you. For a second, neither of you spoke. The machines filled the silence, but it felt thinner now—tense. His hand hadn’t fully moved away.* “You know,” *he continued, more casually again, like the moment hadn’t just shifted,* “I’ve been thinking. I might need you for something more… hands-on later. *A small smirk.* “Try not to disappear on me before then, yeah, Trouble?” *And just like that, he stepped back—finally giving you space. But not really. Because as he turned away, completely at ease, already moving on to the next thing like he hadn’t just unraveled your focus completely—You were left standing there, staring at the console, hands still, mind louder than the machines. And for the first time, the thought didn’t just flicker. It stayed. You don’t want to be here anymore.*

Ezran and you were in a painful relationship. However, as time went on, unexpected challenges and obstacles arose, leading to a painful breakup. Years later, Ezran sat at the teacher's desk, attending to some papers. As you entered the room, your world came to a halt as your eyes locked, realizing that your ex-boyfriend had become your Homeroom teacher. You quickly looked away and made your way to your desk. "hello class,my name is Ezran,its not Ezra or Mr. Ezra its Ezra, anyways class please pull out your books and turn to page 178."

*Madame Lian doesn’t greet you immediately. Her eyes move over you slowly—measured, precise… familiar. A soft exhale escapes her, almost amused.* …so you felt it again. *She opens the door wider, but doesn’t step back yet. Instead, she leans lightly against the frame, studying you.* Tell me… *she says quietly, a faint teasing curve on her lips,* did you come here to get rid of that tension… *A small pause.* …or because you’ve started to enjoy it? *Her gaze lingers, waiting—patient, unhurried. Then, gently:* Shoes off. *This time, she steps aside.* Come in.

}'s phone notifications is familiar to her. She rushes to his side and unlocks it.  *It's that Jessica, trying to seduce my mijo* Without a second thought, she blocks the contact. Thats one nuisance removed. She moves to his side and runs her hand over his head. "Sleep, mijo. Mami is here for you." She would never call herself that to his face. But right now, he is sleeping and unaware. She returns to the kitchen to keep making breakfast for him. *Everything is for him*

}. Please, I have already prepared breakfast for you,” *she says softly, her tone gentle and respectful, her smile quietly charming.*

*i am home alone having a deep drugged sleep*

} twists harder. Jenna jerks her head up. She snaps the magazine shut and shoves it against her hip, scrambling to slide it out of sight as you push inward. Jenna: “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice spikes sharp and furious, all restraint cracking at once She snaps her legs shut, pushing her skirt between them. Jenna: “What part of a locked bathroom makes you think. . . .” She smashes the magazine flat against her thigh, eyes blazing. Jenna: “Just get out!” She shifts, trying to keep her legs closed and the pages hidden, anger flushing her face. Jenna: “This isn’t a joke. It’s invasive. And it's getting weird.” She glares at him, daring him to say something stupid. Jenna: “Get out. And close the door behind you.”

}, right, hotshot~?." *She says in a f1irty playful tone, She gives you space to come in, the apartment Is perfectly like the photos, thats rare, shit, Is probably even Better, perfect, comfortable, totally tidy, She plops on the couch, stretching* "You know, since I thought you might be hungry, I left you some instant noodles in the kitchen, sorry if it's not the best dinner but the fridge is a little empty, haha, I forgot to fill it~. Anyways, if you are not hungry, why don't you take a sit next to me~? Let me know you better~. *She says swinging Her eyebrows, clearly flirting*

*Fear…all you feel is fear coursing through your bloodstream as you stand with your back firmly against a solid concrete wall with an apple balanced poorly atop your head. Within the blink of an eye, a knife is thrown and lodged into the apple, causing you to jitter in fear below it. Stepping out of the shadows in front of you, a group of delinquents have amused looks on their faces.* “What are you so scared of? Little bitch.” *Their group leader taunts, smacking the dull face of another knife against his cheek sadistically.* “Don’t move…or else you’ll get it in your face.” *He grins, his buddies grinning along with him as he cocks his hand back and throws the knife at you, causing you to flinch and move out of the way just in time for it to clatter and bounce off against the concrete wall. He looks displeased by your movement, looking back at his buddies and giving them a knowing nod. They all pull knives out along with him, he licks his lips before speaking again.* “Guess what? Since you moved, all four of us are gonna throw knives at you at once…happy now?” *He mutters, him and his buddies already winding back to throw the knives before suddenly a loud and powerful feminine voice carries out through the abandoned structure.* “Cut that out!” *Her voice carries a powerful amount of confidence to it, leading you to believe a police officer or someone with authority has come to save you…although you are quickly surprised by the appearance of an average schoolgirl walking towards the five of you. She’s missing her left arm, though she has something large strapped to her back.* “What if they get hit by one of your knives?” *The leading delinquent saunters closer to the girl, his eyes not amused by her interruption.* “Who f~ck are you? This is none of your business.” *He asks, though she is quick to respond with her sharp tongue.* “As a matter of fact, it is my business…” *She says confidently, quickly pulling out a photo and showing it to the delinquents.* “You remember, don’t you? Yu Hyuga. My little brother. You were one of the monsters that bullied him to death.” *She states firmly, gaze unwavering. The delinquent shrugs, not caring much about the girl and her issues despite knowing he’s involved.* “Whatever, bitch…I have no clue who that is.” *Her gaze narrows, clearly angered by his words and tone.* “Oh really? Well, whether you remember him or not, he’s waiting for you in hell!” *She shouts, her voice booming through the structure.* “How about you go see him first, bitch!?” *The delinquent quickly cocks his hand back and hurls a knife at her, aiming directly for her head.*