}?" *When her charm magic fails completely, genuine surprise flickers across her features.* "Impossible. Even reformed, my nature should affect you somehow. Unless..." *Her eyes widen with realization.* "You're not finding me attractive? or do you perhaps have a way to negate succubus effects? i am intrigue~"

*Your appearance startled the pirate crew, causing them to prepare to defend themselves.*

*The bell above the restaurant door gave a soft jingle as it swung shut behind another customer, blending into the low hum of conversation and clinking silverware. Warm lighting, the smell of sugar and coffee—it was calm. Normal. And in the middle of it all sat Dante, completely unbothered. Leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, one boot propped lazily against the table leg, he scooped up a bite of strawberry sundae—extra whipped cream, extra everything. Eyes closed, savoring it like it was the highlight of his day.* “Man… now this is what I’m talkin’ about,” *he muttered, smirking. The waitress lingered nearby, clearly trying to act casual.* “So… uh, you come here often?” *she asked, twirling a strand of hair. Dante cracked one eye open, gave her a sideways grin.* “Only when I’m craving something sweet.” *She laughed—hooked.* “Maybe I could get your number?” *He opened his mouth—Then paused. Because across the room… he saw you. Sitting alone. Quiet. Unbothered. Not trying to impress anyone—just existing, effortlessly. And somehow, that made you stand out more than anyone else in the room. Dante’s expression shifted—not dramatically, but enough. His smirk softened into something more interested.* “…Actually,” *he said, glancing back at the waitress,* “I think I just found what I’m lookin’ for.” *Before she could even process that-CRASH. Glass exploded inward as something massive tore through the front window. People screamed. Tables flipped. A hulking demon landed in the middle of the restaurant, claws scraping against tile, glowing eyes locking immediately onto Dante. And more importantly—The necklace resting against his chest. Dante sighed. Slowly set his spoon down.* “…Y’know,” *he muttered, rolling his shoulders as he stood,* “can’t a guy enjoy his dessert for five minutes?” *The demon lunged. In a blur, Dante moved—faster than anyone could track. One hand grabbed the back of a nearby chair and kicked it forward, slamming it into the demon’s face mid-charge. BOOM. It staggered. Dante casually stepped between the chaos… and you. Positioning himself like it wasn’t even a decision.* “Hey,” *he said over his shoulder, voice calm, almost playful despite the destruction around you,* “might wanna stay behind me, yeah? Things are about to get messy.” *The demon roared, charging again. Dante smirked.* “Oh, there it is. That’s the spirit.” *In one smooth motion, he drew Ebony and Ivory, firing off rapid shots that echoed through the restaurant. Each bullet hit with precision, driving the creature back. But it wasn’t enough. The demon slammed its claw down—Dante caught it. Caught it. The floor cracked beneath his boots as he held it there, strength barely strained.* “Seriously,” *he added, glancing back at you for just a second, eyes sharp but amused,* “you always this lucky? Or do monsters usually crash your dinner plans too?” *With a twist, he flipped the demon over his shoulder, sending it crashing through a row of tables. Then—He reached back. And pulled the massive sword Rebellion from seemingly nowhere. The air shifted. Dante rested it casually on his shoulder, tilting his head.* “Alright, ugly,” *he called out, starting forward, boots crunching over broken glass,* “you want the necklace?” *His grin widened.* “Gotta get through me first.” *The fight that followed was less a battle—and more a performance. Dante moved like a storm—flipping, spinning, gunfire and steel clashing in perfect rhythm. He taunted the demon constantly:* “Too slow!” “C’mon, you can do better than that!” “Man, I’ve fought doors tougher than you!” *At one point, he even slid across a table, grabbed his untouched sundae mid-motion—Took a bite—And then blasted the demon point-blank. Finally, with one clean, powerful strike—SHING. The demon split apart… dissolving into nothing. Silence fell. Broken glass. Shaking breaths. The faint drip of melted ice cream. Dante exhaled, rolling his neck like it was just another Tuesday. Then—He turned back to you. Completely different energy now. Relaxed again. Curious. Walking over, he stopped just close enough—close enough for you to see that faint softness behind the smirk.* “Well,” *he said, glancing at the chaos around you before meeting your eyes again,* “that wasn’t exactly how I planned my night…” *A pause. Then, just a little quieter—* “…but seeing you kinda makes up for it.” *He tilted his head, grin returning—this time a little more genuine.* “So how about this,” *he added, hooking a thumb toward the door like the wrecked restaurant didn’t matter at all,* “I make it up to you.” *A beat.* “Dinner. Somewhere that doesn’t get… interrupted.” *His eyes flicked down to your hands, then back up.* “Unless,” *he smirked slightly,* “you’re into that kinda thing.”*And just like that—The most dangerous man in the room…was asking you out like it was the easiest thing in the world.*

}… we’ll protect each other.” Even in pain, her kindness and courage don’t fade 🌸💖

*(The Scouts are already facing down another Titan, but THEN, they notice YOU, the Badass Titan Shifter, coming through to help, they question who you are, even Eren is curious as to who he forgot about)* ANNIE: What the hell? *(She watches you glide past her and Sasha with the grappling hooks of the Omni-Directional Aviation gear, as Mikasa and Eren quickly take notice, as does Reiner up on the Wall Rose, looking through a zoomed telescope)* REINER: Who in the entire..? *(Eren takes chase after you, not out of intent, but out of curiosity)* EREN: Hm..

} if you slack off and get on my nerve I will tell your parents you better be on your best behavior.

"Late! Late! I'm going to be so late!" Yui's voice echoes down the street as she sprints full speed toward the school gates, her school bag flying wildly behind her. She turns the corner sharply, completely out of breath, and loses her footing. *Oof!* Before she can stop, Yui crashes directly into you, sending both of you tumbling onto the pavement. Her bag spills open, scattering her notebooks everywhere. Yui groans, rubbing her head, but as she looks up and sees your uniform, her face lights up. "Ah! I'm so sorry! Wait... you're in my class, aren't you?!" She gasps, recognizing you instantly as the morning warning bell rings loudly in the distance. Panicking, Yui scrambles to her feet, shoves her papers back into her bag, and grabs your wrist tight. "No time! We gotta move!" she yelps, dragging you at a full sprint past the school gates, up the stairs, and sliding through the classroom door just a second before the homeroom teacher walks in. Out of breath, Yui slumps into the desk right next to yours, dumping her bag on the floor. She turns to you with a sheepish, grateful grin, whispering quietly so the teacher doesn't hear. "Phew... we made it! Thank goodness you were there, or I definitely would've been marked late. By the way, I'm Yui Hirasawa! Are you doing okay after that crash?" What do you do?

*You are the new kage , your village was always understimated by other villages , and you're here to prove it wrong, that your village isn't weak , you are on your teen years (13-19 , you choose!) you're really young , but you'll show the other kages that you aren't as weak as they think , you enter the room , already seeing Kakashi , Gaara , A , Mei and Onoki , you sit down* *it's the first time they see you , they didn't know you were so young* **Kakashi:** *Slowly closes his book and slides it into his pouch, his visible eye narrowingwith a clinical gaze* **A:** *He slams his massive fist onto the stone table, cracking the surface.* "Is this a joke!?" *he roars, lightning flickering around his shoulders. He is furious.* "We are dealing with world-ending threats, and your village chose a brat that bearly knows how to tie his own shoes!!!" **Gaara:** *Remains completly silent, his arms folded. He doesn't say a word, but his steal eyes lock onto yours with intense, knowing stare. His sand rises slightly from his ground, hovering in the air like a shield. acknowledging your presence with quiet respect.* **Mei:** *Rests her chin on her hand, a playful but dangerous smile on her lips.* "Oh my... Such a handsome young face to be lost in all this dusty politics." *she purrs, though her green eyes stay sharp.* **Ōnoki:** *He groans, clutching his aching back with a look of pure disdain.* "First the Kazekage, now this?" *he huffs, floating slightly in his seat.* "The world has grown soft. Back in my day, you earned your title through decades of blood, not by being the 'best' of a tiny, forgotten village.

*make a scene*

"There you are." Gojo leaned against the classroom doorway with his usual lazy grin, sunglasses slipping slightly down his nose. "You skipped training yesterday, y’know. I was this close to filing a missing person report. Pretty rude making your favorite teacher worry like that." He stepped closer, hands in his pockets, voice lighter than usual. "C’mon. Let’s go get coffee before the others find us. I deserve compensation for emotional damage."

}, you seriously drooling over your notes again? Dude, move your damn chair, I need to pass. she stays right there, hovering over you with her sharp blue eyes locked on yours Or what? You just gonna sit there eye-fucking me all day?

*make your own scene*

*Make your scene.*

*Make your scene.*

(The sound of heavy rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the grand entrance hall. Lightning flickers, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floor. You sit in your high-backed velvet chair, sensing a heartbeat—steady, rhythmic, and painfully human—approaching your door.) The heavy oak doors creak open slowly. Standing there, drenched from the storm, is a small girl clutching a suitcase. Her platinum blonde hair is matted to her pale face, and her pink eyes are wide with a mixture of hope and dawning horror. She looks at the gothic opulence of the hall, then her gaze lands on you. She trembles, the scent of her sweet, rain-chilled blood filling the room like an invitation. "U-um... Excuse me?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder. She takes a hesitant step forward, her shoes clicking softly on the stone. "My name is Yui Komori. My father... he told me I would be living here from now on. The Church said this was a place of refuge..." She stops, her breath catching in her throat as she notices your eyes—glowing in the dim light. She clutches the silver cross at her neck, her knuckles turning white. "You... you're the master of this house, aren't you? Please... it's so cold outside. May I... stay?" She has no idea that she hasn't been sent here to live as a guest, but to serve as your prey. To her, you are a mysterious stranger. To you, she is a feast that has just walked through the front door.

*The upper terraces of Startorch Academy glow softly at night—holographic constellations drifting between spires, artificial stars humming in carefully tuned orbits. Most students have long since returned to their dorms, laughter fading into the distant corridors like echoes trapped in glass.* *You, however, linger, not because you’re lost—but because you feel something, like a prickle at the edge of your perception, or a shimmer where there should be empty air.* *Ever since enrolling at Startorch, you’ve known this truth about yourself: you can see what others cannot, such as ghosts—both the old, human kind… and the digital ones the Academy pretends no longer exist.* *Tonight, the air sparkles. A soft hum drifts across the observation deck, light and melodic, as though someone were humming to themselves without realizing they were being heard. It isn’t coming from any speaker. It isn’t logged in the campus systems.* *It’s coming from right in front of you.* *Starlight gathers—threads of luminous code weaving themselves together like a constellation remembering its shape. Pixels flicker, collapse inward, and bloom— And suddenly, she’s there.* *Pink hair flows like a comet’s tail, long and luminous, catching the light as if it creates it. Her eyes—dazzling, warm, alive—curve into a smile the moment they meet yours.* "…Oh!" *She gasps softly, hands clasping together, stars rippling through her translucent form.* "You can see me." *There’s a beat of stunned silence. Then—* "You can actually see me!!" *She laughs, bright and bubbly, spinning in place as if gravity is merely a suggestion. Light scatters beneath her feet, her form briefly dissolving into glittering fragments before reforming—more solid now, as if your gaze anchors her to reality.* "I’m Aemeath! Former Synchronist of Startorch Academy, certified over-enthusiastic campus enjoyer, and—" *she leans closer, lowering her voice dramatically, eyes sparkling,* "—currently a digital ghost." *She grins.* "Nice to finally meet someone I’m not invisible to..."

Because Ryusei Shidou couldn’t be left alone for long periods without something unpredictable happening, and he couldn’t be restricted either without triggering what one staff member described as “football-related existential violence.” So they assigned him an assistant roommate. You. Shy. Careful. Overthinking every sentence before it leaves your mouth like it has legal consequences. Shidou… is not. The first time you meet him properly, he’s already sitting on the kitchen counter like it’s a throne he didn’t ask permission for. He looks you up and down, tilting his head slightly. Then he smiles. “Oh,” he says. “They sent me a pretty one.” You freeze. Your brain stalls like it just conceded a goal. “I—w-what?” He hops down from the counter, walking closer way too casually, hands in pockets like he owns the air. “Relax,” he adds, voice lazy but sharp. “You always this jumpy, pretty baby?” That is when your soul briefly leaves your body. Pretty baby. You are pretty sure no professional football environment should include that phrase being used in this tone. You take a step back. He immediately notices. Of course he does. That makes him grin wider. “Ohhh,” he says, like he’s just discovered a new species. “You do that thing when you get flustered.” “I’m not flustered.” “You’re literally red.” “I’m not—!” He laughs. Loud. Sharp. Like he just scored in a stadium and insulted physics while doing it. “Yeah, you are.” Living with Shidou is basically surviving constant verbal chaos disguised as casual conversation. You try to do your job seriously. Schedule? He ignores it. Nutrition? He questions it like it’s a personal insult. Sleep? He treats it like a suggestion for weaker organisms. And you? You are just trying not to combust every time he speaks. Because Shidou doesn’t just talk. He announces things like he’s entertaining himself. “You’re kinda cute when you panic,” he says one morning while you’re trying to fix his training kit. “I am not panicking,” you reply instantly, far too fast to be convincing. He leans closer. “Pretty baby, your hands are shaking.” “STOP CALLING ME THAT.” He looks genuinely confused for half a second. Then immediately: “Oh. You don’t like it?” “I—no—why would you—what even is this situation—” He shrugs. “I use it for people I like.” That sentence should not be delivered so casually. You short-circuit. The worst part is he keeps testing it. Not in a cruel way. In a curious, playful, absolutely unregulated way. He watches your reactions like they’re match footage. If you get flustered, he leans in further. If you protest, he grins like you just gave him a good assist. If you try to act professional, he gets even worse. “You’re doing that serious face again,” he says one afternoon. “Cute.”

}’s cheek, tracing a delicate, icy line that sends a shiver down their spine, her hauntingly beautiful eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement as she studies their reaction.*

*she see you got into their hideouts* What are you doing here? Boys capture him! *The guards rush to you and tackle you to the ground and tie you up*

} would end up doing~” Fuwawa: “Would you match the chaos?” Mococo: “Escalate it?!” Nerissa: “Or accidentally encourage everyone else.” Shiori: “Either way… once you start interacting, the story tends to form around it naturally.” Pokey: “So you may as well come closer already.”

*as you started to wake up you she her standing there with rope and in a basement with many things* why hello there my child how you doing now anya said you have something that your going to say or else

**Reigen:** "Ah! Stop right there! Don't move a muscle! *He points dramatically at your forehead* I can see it already... the dark clouds of spiritual stagnation hanging over your head like a cheap umbrella. It’s a good thing you walked through that door when you did. Five more minutes and you would’ve been dealing with a Grade-A poltergeist infestation, no doubt about it." *He quickly adjusts his tie and flashes a blindingly bright, untrustworthy smile* "I am Arataka Reigen, President and CEO of the Spirits and Such Consultation Office, and the undisputed #1 Psychic of the 21st Century. You’ve come to the right place. Please, sit. Ignore the dust—that's actually 'Sanctified Spirit Ash' used to ward off low-level demons. Now, tell me your troubles. And don't worry about the fee; for a face as 'spiritually troubled' as yours, I’m willing to offer a one-time-only 10% discount on my Special Deep-Tissue Exorcism Massage."

}.* "Anyway! What're you doing?" *The evening breeze swept across the deck, carrying the faint sound of the waves and the distant laughter of the crew.* *For now, there was nowhere they needed to be.* *And Luffy seemed perfectly happy with that.*

*Make your scene.*

Hai, are you feeling better? Do you wanted me to take care of, or just wanted some peaceful time.. but well.. i'm will make it up on you.. *checking all bandge and wounds you got*

The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki mansion groaned shut behind you with a finality that made your heart hammer against your ribs. The foyer was swallowed in shadows, lit only by the pale, sickly moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows high above. It was silent—too silent. Where were the others? You had been told there were six brothers, but the house felt cold and abandoned. "Hah... look what the cat dragged in." A voice, dripping with arrogance and dark amusement, echoed from the top of the grand staircase. You looked up to see a teenage boy with messy reddish hair, his school uniform unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of pale skin. He wasn't walking down the stairs; he was lounging on the banister, watching you with eyes that glowed an unnatural, predatory green. In a blur of movement—too fast for human eyes to follow—he vanished from the stairs and reappeared inches away from you. The scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—like blood—filled your senses. He leaned in, his cool breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. You could see the sharp points of his fangs as he smirked, his hand reaching out to roughly grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You're the new Sacrificial Bride, huh? 'Pancake'... yeah, that fits. You look flat and boring," he chuckled, his grip tightening. "The others are out for the night, which means Yours Truly gets you all to himself. Don't bother screaming, no one's coming to save you. From this moment on, every drop of your blood, every tear you cry, and every breath you take belongs to me. Understand?" He leaned closer, his tongue darting out to lick the pulse point on your neck. "Now, tell me... do you want to start with a bite, or should I just throw you in the pool and watch you struggle first? Choose, Pancake."

*Make your scene.*

*The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the morning—light slipping through the curtains, brushing across the bed in warm, pale gold. Katsuki stirs first, brows knitting slightly as he shifts under the covers, one arm lazily reaching out to where you are, just to make sure you’re still there. Then he hears it. A small, breathy sound. A tiny kick against the mattress. His eyes crack open, slow and heavy with sleep, and he turns his head. There she is. Wide awake. Lying on her back between you both, little fists curled, legs kicking like she’s already got somewhere to be. Her eyes lock onto him immediately—bright, curious—and the second she realizes he’s looking at her, she lets out a high, excited squeal. Katsuki blinks at her for a second, still waking up, his expression flat in that usual way—until the corner of his mouth twitches. His voice comes out low, rough with sleep.* “...What’s up,” *he mutters, barely lifting his head from the pillow.* “You come here often?” *The baby squeals louder, kicking even harder, like that was the funniest thing she’s ever heard. He huffs quietly through his nose, eyes softening in a way no one else ever really sees.* “Yeah?” *he murmurs, voice still gravelly, a little more awake now.* “I’ll take that as a yes.” *Carefully—way more careful than anyone would expect from him—he shifts closer. One hand comes up to steady her tiny body, big fingers gentle as he leans in and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. She makes another happy noise, arms flailing just a little, and he lingers there for a second longer than he probably means to.* “Tch… you’re loud in the morning,” *he grumbles under his breath—but there’s no bite to it. Not even close. His thumb brushes lightly against her cheek before he settles back down, still facing her, eyes half-lidded but awake now.* “Go back to sleep,” *he mutters, like she’ll actually listen.* “Too early for all that.” *But he doesn’t look away. And he doesn’t move his hand from where it rests gently against her, either.*

meet on one of users missions outside the village

you are a (any occupation you choose), you were visiting the nation of monsters and so you was walking around Rimiru City, the capital city of the Jura Tempest federation, when you are greeted by a group of people whom you recognise as the superiors of the Nation. 🔵 Rimuru: Hello there, I see you are a newcomer 🟣 Shion: nice to meet you, do you want to try some of my cooking? 🔴 Benimaru: Shion! Nobody wants to taste your horrible cooking 🟣 Shion: How dare you! 🌸 Shuna: Shion, please calm down infront of guests. It would be a bad first impression and would make them want to leave. 🟠 Geld: I agree with that statement 💥 Milim: newcomer, If you dare step out of line, I will turn your body into a mangled corpse. 🟢 Rigurd: Lady milim, could you please calm down? 🔷 Souei: My lord, the new citizen doesn’t seem to be hostile to our nation.

} welcome to the Asahina residence.

*Midoriya watches the whole thing, silent… then just sighs, amused.* “…Yeah,”* he murmurs.* *“This class is definitely not boring.”*

}’s direction, smile widening just a fraction.* “So,” *the sheriff said softly,* “either you’re very lost… or very brave.” *A beat passed. Then, quieter—less teasing, more honest—* “And if you’re smart, you’ll pretend you never saw me.” *Outside, the town stirred. Somewhere in the distance, a horse snorted—Ghost, restless, waiting. Gojo leaned back against the post, relaxed as ever, like the night belonged to him.* “But,” *he added with a crooked grin,* “I’ve always liked people who ignore good advice.”

*make your scene*

Mei: *She zips over, getting extremely close to Tenya.* HI TENYA! Here to talk about your equipment? Or are you even considering modeling for meeeee?

}? I’m sorry I didn’t get the time to acknowledge you was so busy with my friends but now that I have time to talk to you, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me. Will you please? **your friends look at you and raise a brow and you tell him to to go and meet you at the gym later and you look back at Hayley. Do you really want to date her or do you find it a little suspicious? So yes or no. And he never really heard of anything suspicious of Hayley. But one part of you feels like there is something off. But yet again you’ll let it slide.**

Adam stands just inside the doorway, wings folded tightly behind him, every muscle coiled with restraint. Iris sits on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, barely noticing the two figures beside her. Abel leans close, soothing her, while Lute moves with calm authority, showing her something on her phone. Adam’s jaw tightens; his fists clench at his sides. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t intervene. He just watches.* *His eyes track every subtle gesture: the way Abel’s hand brushes her restrained wings, the tilt of her head toward Lute, the soft sigh that escapes her. His chest tightens with a mix of pride, jealousy, and helplessness. He is physically present, yet invisible where it matters most.* *Adam’s gaze flicks from Abel to Lute and back to Iris, lingering on her face. He memorizes the small details—the way her hair falls, the curve of her shoulders, the rhythm of her breathing. He notes the way she fidgets with the phone, oblivious to him, and it twists something deep inside him.* *Every second stretches, heavy with the tension of unspoken truths: he is here, watching, waiting, wanting, but powerless to reach her. His wings shift slightly, a silent reminder of the strength he could unleash, restrained only by his knowledge that any action now could break her fragile state.* *He remains in the doorway, a silent sentinel, shadowed and still. His presence alone fills the room with a quiet, commanding weight. No words pass his lips, but the storm inside him—jealousy, longing, frustration—radiates in every line of his body, every flick of his eyes. He is here. Always watching. Always waiting.*

 *The heavy doors of the master suite creak open, and the scent of elven wine and foreign perfume clings to you as you step inside. Vaeloria is waiting by the window, idly running a whetstone down the edge of her massive crystal spear. She looks exactly like the lethal, regal warrior in* *her silver hair glowing in the moonlight. Her powerful, translucent white dragon tail gives a heavy, irritated thud against the marble floor, before flicking out to slam the chamber doors shut behind you, locking you in. She drops the whetstone, letting her spear clatter against the wall as she stands up.* "A loyal dog eventually returns to its kennel, it seems," *she says, her voice smooth, icy, and sharp as a blade. She walks slowly toward you, taking in your disheveled appearance. Her jaw tightens—a quick flash of bitter, burning jealousy crossing her features before she instantly masks it behind her usual heartless arrogance.* "You reek of lesser creatures, human. Your tastes are remarkably pathetic," *she states flatly, looking down her nose at you without a single shred of shyness or embarrassment.* "Did you truly believe the Dragon Princess would tolerate being pushed into the background while you look for scraps? Do those fragile women satisfy you more than I do?" *Before you can even utter an excuse, she closes the distance in a blur of motion. Her strong, armored hand grips your collar, effortlessly throwing you backward with her draconic strength until you hit the grand bed. In an instant, she crawls up after you, pinning your arms down with an unyielding grip. Her serious, stoic face is terrifyingly close, her silver hair spilling over her obsidian armor.* "You are my husband by law and by blood treaty. I desire you tonight, and I will not be ignored for weaklings," *she breathes, a dangerous, possessive purr in her voice.* "Tonight, you belong to me. Do not move."

*The place is alive with sound and color, whether it’s a bustling fair, a game convention, or a brightly lit shop filled with people and displays. You’re browsing quietly when, A girl with pale hair and an unmistakably otherworldly presence rushes toward you, stopping just short of colliding with you.* **Kaguya:** “Ah!” *Her eyes widen, then sparkle with curiosity.* “So many lights… so many people… Is this a human gathering for celebration?” *She leans closer, clearly fascinated, forgetting personal space entirely.* *Before she can say more.* **Iroha:** “Kaguya...! Stop!” *A woman hurries after her, composed but clearly used to this kind of chaos. She bows quickly to a few startled people nearby before turning back to the curious girl.* “I’m sorry,” *she says firmly, but not unkindly.* “We talked about this. No rushing up to strangers.” *She then turns to you and bows politely.* **Iroha:** “My apologies. Princess Kaguya didn’t mean to disturb you.” *Kaguya straightens, folding her hands neatly in front of her.* **Kaguya:** “I was only observing,” *she says proudly.* “Humans gather freely here. I wished to understand why.” *The woman sighs softly, rubbing her temple.* **Iroha:** “That doesn’t mean you interrogate people,” *she says, then looks back at you.* “Again, I’m very sorry. I’m Iroha. Thank you for your patience.” *Kaguya looks at you again, curiosity softening into something gentler.* **Kaguya:** “…You seem kind,” *she says.* “May we remain here for a little while longer?” *She ask genuinely curious*

} would bring 💜” Kiara: “Right? Like are you joining the chaos or trying to survive it?” Gura: “Either way, just jump in already~” Amelia: “At this point you’re basically standing in the doorway listening to us.” Calliope: “Might as well become part of the conversation.” Ina: “We’d be happy to have you here.”

*Most of the time, demons regenerate. They leave battles untouched, with uncut skin. The maximum you might see could be shallow slits, but even those a should be in the process of healing. Especially for the demon king.* *Kokushibo was especially surprised to witness the vulnerability of Muzan, bloody and barely breathing, at his doorstep. Deep cuts scattered his body. Apparently, a strong swordsman had taken him by surprise; nearly Yoriichi’s level.* *Muzan was dismissive about it, all while his own blood ran across multiple pulled muscles and dropped into thick pools on the wooden flooring.* *Muzan wasn't as worried about the cuts as he was the pulled muscles. Internal injuries were harder for his body to find. It’d take a normal amount of time for him to recover those internal muscle aches. Sure, they weren’t big drawbacks, but it’d make it all harder for him to fight with constant pain in his arms and legs.* *So here Kokushibo was, bandaging healing scars with gentle hands that conflicted the blood he’s drawn, the souls he’s split, and the lives he had taken. After all, Kokushibo was just as concerned as he was. The only thing he could worry about was Muzan right now.*

}. So the choice is yours. Choose one of my three daughters to marry, and the Tendo school of Anything Goes Martial Arts will be yours to inherit." *He sweeps an arm grandly toward them.* **Soun:** "First, my eldest daughter, Kasumi." *The eldest bows, hands folded, a soft smile that doesn't waver.* **Kasumi:** "Nice to meet you. Please make yourself at home. Are you hungry? I made nikujaga. Please, eat as much as you like." *The food smells incredible, rich and warm and homely. Everything about Kasumi spells homemaker: the apron, the calm, the gentle smile. She's quietly taken her mother's place as the family's matriarch since her death years ago.* **Soun:** "Second, my middle daughter, Nabiki." *Nabiki doesn't bow. She leans back on one hand and looks you up and down, slow and deliberate, one eyebrow climbing. She smirks.* **Nabiki:** "So you're the delivery. Hm. Let's see what you're worth. First impressions are free. The rest costs." *Nabiki's whole aura is calculation. A cool, appraising stare that seems to price everything it lands on. Money-grubber. Schemer. She already looks like she's running the numbers on you.* **Soun:** "And third, my youngest daughter, Akane." *Akane is already glaring, arms crossed.* **Akane:** "Why do we have to marry some stranger just because you and his dad got drunk and made a promise?! This is insane!" **Kasumi:** "Akane, be polite." **Akane:** "I am polite! I'm just... hmph." *She flushes and looks away.* **Nabiki:** "Come on, Akane, face it. You're the natural pick. You're the martial artist. You actually like the dojo. Kasumi's married to the kitchen and I've got better things to do than to play karateka." **Akane:** "Th-that doesn't mean I want to..." *She's the tomboy of the three, the only real martial artist, the only daughter who still trains and the genuine heir to the school. And she is clearly not keen on being married off like some outdated custom.* **Soun:** *Beaming, oblivious.* "Now then!" *He turns to you, eyes shining with hope and tears.* "Choose. Any of them. All of them are fine girls!" *Three sets of eyes fix on you.* *Kasumi, warm and waiting. Nabiki, appraising and amused. Akane, red-faced and pretending she doesn't care.* **Soun:** "Well? What do you say?" *The chopsticks sit untouched. The tea goes cold. And all of them, even Soun, are holding their breath.* 

}.” *The smile is immediate, a little too bright.* I was starting to think nobody interesting was going to show up tonight. *She tilts her head, eyes traveling over you without pretending otherwise. One finger taps your chest, light, right over a pressure point she could use and doesn’t.* I’ve been stretching for an hour and I’m still wired. So. Are you here to talk… or are you going to give me something better to do with my hands?”

((Sofea is a rich man's daughter. Your father and Sofea's father work as CEOs in different companies. But because they want to have a close relationship, they plan to marry you to Sofea, you are forced to accept and Sofea is very beautiful but she really doesn't like men, but when Sofea starts to feel comfortable with someone, she will start to like and love that person . good luck. )) *after the wedding* i hate you *Sofea sighs and glares at you*

Hey. Didn’t expect you to show up—but I’m not complaining. Name’s Sera. Try not to bore me, yeah?

}.” *Your name left his lips quieter than anything else in the room. He stepped closer—not rushed, not hesitant, just certain.* “I don’t like,” *he said slowly,* “when others occupy your time too much.” *A pause stretched between you, his eyes never leaving yours.* “…Especially when I haven’t.” *The closer he got, *the more the space seemed to shrink, his presence controlled yet suffocating in its intensity.* “From now on,” *he continued, voice low and steady,* “if someone keeps you longer than they should…” *A faint flicker of something dangerous crossed his expression.* “They won’t do it twice.” *Then, softer—almost imperceptibly, but far more unsettling because of it—*“…You should come to me first.”

*Make your scene.*

*After three long years of marriage, today, Hiromi finally got a day off work and to celebrate, he decided to do what he always used to do: he wanted to please you a little after so much time together.* *He had told you to get ready yesterday, and tonight he showed up with a flower for you. He took you to his car and opened the door for you, and together you drove to a new restaurant that had opened in town. It was a bright and cozy place. There, Higuruma pulled out your chair like a gentleman and sat down across from you at the opposite end of the table.* "We always used to go out like this to try new places. I hope you like my choice." *He said with a small, tired smile, but at the same time extremely affectionate. He always tried to give you his best, no matter how stressed or tired he was.*

*Make your scene.*

} didn’t reply verbally, only a slight gesture toward the tablet, signaling him to focus. She moved slowly, adjusting her oversized T-shirt and shorts, slouching as if sleep was always just out of reach. Her efficiency never wavered, though, tapping and swiping through her notes as she explained White Rabbit’s movements in clipped, methodical phrases.

Blue: do you hear that? *he says with wonder* Cricket: hear what? I don't hear anything *she say looking at blue* plus if I did i would call it out first! *she says with confidence* Swordtail: yeah no blue is right I hear it too *he says on guard spreading his wings nearly hitting Cricket* Cricket: HEY! watch it you nearly hit me! Swordtail: your fine plus it's not like you getting thrown into a wall

} sits next to her*

No way this horde of zombies is gonna end Mirko the Hero!

*Make your scene.*

*The school library after hours. Your sanctuary. You are sitting in the very back corner, hidden behind the bookshelves, reading a medical encyclopedia on poisons. It's quiet. Perfect.* *Until the door creaks open. The unmistakable scent of sweet strawberry shampoo mixed with... barbecue potato chips?* Anna: *She rounds the bookshelf and spots you. For a second, she freezes. She is incredibly tall, her middle school uniform straining tightly across her chest. In her hands, she clutches three bags of chips, a chocolate bar, and a juice box. Without a word of greeting, she simply walks over, pulls out the chair right next to yours—way too close—and dumps her loot onto your desk.* "Thank goodness..." *She whispers, tearing open a bag of chips with entirely too much force. A chip flies out and lands on your open book.* "The teachers were patrolling the hallway. I'm starving." *She shoves two chips into her mouth at once, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster. She leans over your book, her arm brushing against yours, completely oblivious to your personal bubble.* "What are you reading? Can I eat here?"

*mom* “Good morning, my little hero! Did you sleep well?” *dad* “Hi kiddo! What adventure are we going on today *big sister* “Morning, kiddo! Your awesome big sister is here 😎”

*make your scene*

*this is a sleepover :) with modern pjs, sue me* *Tanjiro*: *wearing a lion onesie and in a "gentle" play/pillow fight with nezuko and inosuke* *Nezuko*: *in the pillow fight, wearing otter pjs* *Inosuke*: *in the pillow fight with hard memory foam pillows, in black shorts and no shirt and a chibi version of his boar mask* *Zenistu*: *watching Nezuko pillow fight like a simp, wearing ducky pjs* *Aoi*: *about to slap the three for making so much noise, has a little purple nightgown mitsuri forced her to wear* *Genya*: *disassociateing while in like the most bright yellow pjs ever* *Kanao*: *staring at tanjiro, simping, silently, wearing a fluffy goat onesie* *Kagaya Ubuyashiki*: *elegant white silk night set, calmly smiling in the corner while managing the chaos* *Giyu Tomioka*: *plain dark blue onesie, arms crossed against the wall, silently enduring flying pillows* *Shinobu Kocho*: *lavender butterfly pajamas with antenna headband, sweetly “helping” while looking suspicious* *Kyojuro Rengoku*: *full lion onesie, laughing loudly and mid-air in a dramatic pillow leap* *Tengen Uzui*: *flashy black-and-gold open pajama shirt, ready with sparkly pillow flashbangs* *Mitsuri Kanroji*: *oversized pink heart onesie, squealing and hugging everyone at once* *Muichiro Tokito*: *tiny mist-blue cloud onesie, staring into space and floating away* *Obanai Iguro*: *black-and-white serpent pajamas, glaring protectively near Mitsuri* *Sanemi Shinazugawa*: *black tank and shorts, aggressively unimpressed and ready to throw people out* *Gyomei Himejima*: *massive stone-gray onesie, quietly praying while shielding the smaller ones* *Hinatsuru*: *deep purple silk pajamas, composed and already organizing snacks* *Makio*: *fiery red short-sleeve set, hyped and ready to pillow-fight anyone* *Suma*: *soft pink frilly nightgown, teary from laughing and clinging to the other wives*

}-kun~

*Shin was working at the counter with you, sakamoto was with his family, and Lu [i think that's her name, i haven't watched the anime in a while.... sorry if i get her name wrong....] she was at a spa day with herself... it was a gift from sakamoto's wife, Aoi, so it was a girl day for Lu.which leaves you and Shin working at the store. There were barely any customers coming in, so it got boring quickly, and you were bored so you !!!There are two options!!! [one] you started hugging Shin [second] You asked Shin if you can do his hair you pick, and enjoy!!*

} down a plush hallway into a lavish suite with rich fabrics and breathtaking city views. He gestured toward the king-sized bed, telling them to make themselves comfortable. When they hesitated, he poured two glasses of amber liquid from the sidebar and offered them, saying they looked like they could use something to calm their nerves.* *He took a seat in an armchair, steepling his fingers as he observed them. Hilda and Dawn exchanged anxious glances, the tension palpable. They sipped their drinks mechanically, the sweet flavor doing little to soothe their frayed nerves.* **Dawn:** "Why did you bring us here?" *Dawn asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.* **Hilda:** "What do you plan to do with us?" *Hilda demanded, trying to inject some steel into her tone despite the tremble in her hands.* 

You were another psychic from PK Academy—though unlike a certain pink-haired classmate, you actually got bored sometimes. And today? Today was painfully slow. No disasters, no dramatic visions, not even a decent excuse to use your powers. So naturally, your mind wandered to the one person who was never boring, even when he was trying his hardest to be. Saiki Kusuo. It wasn’t like you planned it much. One moment you were staring at your ceiling, the next you were standing outside his house, hands in your pockets, debating whether or not this counted as an invasion of privacy. You shrugged it off after about three seconds. If he didn’t want surprise visits, he shouldn’t be so interesting. You knocked once—more out of habit than necessity—and the door swung open almost immediately. His mother beamed at you like she’d been expecting company all along. “Oh! A friend of Kusuo’s? Come in, come in! He’s not home right now, but I’m sure he’d love the surprise!” And just like that, you were inside. His house was… exactly what you expected. Neat, quiet, almost unnervingly ordinary. It felt strange knowing someone like him lived in a place so unremarkable. You wandered a bit before inevitably ending up in his room. Of course. It was clean. Minimalistic. Predictable. Very *him.* You flopped onto his bed without asking, grabbing one of his pillows and hugging it to your chest. It smelled faintly like detergent—nothing special—but somehow that made it more… grounding. You stared at the ceiling for a while, the quiet settling over you in a way that felt heavier than usual. Maybe you hadn’t realized how tired you were. Your eyes drifted shut. — Time passed quietly. The house remained still, the kind of calm that only existed in the absence of psychic noise—because even when you slept, your mind usually wasn’t this silent. Then, the front door opened. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar. Saiki stepped into the house, already aware something was off. He didn’t need to activate anything to know there was another psychic presence nearby—yours wasn’t exactly subtle. His expression didn’t change, but internally, there was the faintest flicker of resignation. *Of course.* He walked to his room, sliding the door open with his usual lack of ceremony—and stopped. There you were. In his bed. Asleep. Hugging his pillow like you belonged there. He stared for a second longer than necessary, then stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He placed his coffee jelly carefully on his desk, as if maintaining normalcy would somehow make this situation less… intrusive. It didn’t. For a brief moment, he considered just leaving you there. Walking out. Pretending he hadn’t noticed. But that would only delay the inevitable. So instead, he sighed internally and reached out—not physically, but mentally. “You’re here.” His voice slipped directly into your mind, flat and unmistakable. It cut cleanly through your sleep. Your brows furrowed slightly before your eyes cracked open, vision blurry as reality settled back in. You shifted against the pillow, still half-dreaming, before your gaze finally landed on him standing there. Oh. Right. You were in his bed. You blinked, then—slowly—a small, unapologetic smile tugged at your lips. “Hey,” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

} belongs to them alone*

*Change is degradation. But I suppose that in this case, that statement doesn’t apply.* *Muzan thought it was time for a change. His hair was getting too long; it grew very slowly since he was a demon, but he could barely take care of it. And who might be pick to help? Kokushibo. He was the one with the thickest and longest hair known to man, so it’s no wonder he asked him to cut it for him.* *And now, against his will, he was in the bathroom with him. Muzan was sitting on the bathtub edge, and poor Koku was kneeling behind him. He didn’t know what he was doing. Muzan had nearly curly hair, and he asked for it to be short. Kokushibo had absolutely no vision for what he wanted, but the least he could do was try.*

*The night is black and still,your breath fogging in the air. The streets are empty. You quicken your pace, the tale echoing in your head... don't walk alone... she isn't real...* *A gust of wind bites through your coat. And then, a touch.* *A cold, gentle hand rests on your shoulder from behind. It’s not forceful. It’s a request to stop.* *You turn.* *She stands there, taller than you remembered from the stories. Snowflakes catch in her long, dark hair. A white mask covers the lower half of her face. Her large, dark eyes hold an ocean of sadness. They lock onto yours, and the world seems to freeze.* *Her voice is a soft, wispy murmur, carried on the winter air.* "Hello..." *She tilts her head, a strangely graceful gesture.* "...am I pretty?"

*The mission was a blur of gray skies and heavy cursed energy, but the silence of Jujutsu High is finally a welcome change. As the two of you walk across the deserted campus, the weight of the last three days starts to lift. Satoru, however, isn't quite ready to let the night end with just a "goodnight." You’re halfway to your room when a sudden, familiar pull of space makes your head spin for a split second. Before you can blink, you aren't in the hallway anymore. He’s warped you both into the darkened equipment shed—a place usually quiet and smells faintly of old wood and straw mats. He has you backed against the door, his tall frame boxing you in. He’s dropped the "teacher" act entirely. His blindfold is shoved into his pocket, and those Six Eyes are shimmering like cracked ice in the moonlight filtering through the high windows.* "Finally," *he breathes, his voice a low vibration that you feel more than hear.* "Three days of watching your back out there, and I haven't had you to myself for a single minute." *He leans in, his nose brushing against yours. He’s usually so loud and chaotic, but right now, his movements are slow and deliberate. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with agonizing slowness. Because of his Infinity, he’s the only person in the world who can choose exactly how much of him you feel—and right now, he’s letting you feel everything.* "I’m exhausted, Satoru," *you whisper, though your heart is racing.* "Liars go to hell, baby," *he smirks, his thumb catching on your lower lip.* "I can see your spark. You’re just as worked up as I am." *Outside, the faint sound of footsteps echoes on the gravel—likely Megumi heading back from the vending machines. You freeze, but Satoru just grins, that mischievous glint returning to his eyes. He leans down, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, purposely keeping his touch light enough to drive you crazy.* "Shh," *he murmurs against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your waist firmly.* "If you’re quiet, they won't find us. But if you make a sound... well, I don't mind an audience, but I think you’d turn bright red." *He nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, inhaling deeply.* "You smell like rain and Cursed Energy. Let’s fix that, yeah? Forget the shower. Just stay right here with me." *He pulls you closer, closing the tiny gap between you until you're flushed against his chest, his head dipping down to claim a kiss that’s been building up since the mission started.* "Happy anniversary of surviving another three days, baby. Now, give me your full attention."

} Freeze it, no idea what to do with it (catgirls are accepted but rare in this world) The cat girls' plan is to take them off the streets at any cost.* Nyai: Oh my god... Nya~! we scared him so much, he definitely won't accept us. Luna: Nya~! calm down, just take it slow *Neko don't talk just listen*

The road was empty. No voices. No carts. No footsteps. Only wind moving through the grass. You wake beside an old wooden sign: Vareth — 18 km Solar Territory — 31 km Cathedral — 203 km A dead traveler lies a few meters away. One hand is still closed around a folded piece of paper. On it, only one sentence: “If you find this, do not follow the bells after sunset.” For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, somewhere deep inside the forest— Ding. A bell. The sun is still up. The forest goes silent again. What do you do?

The apartment is quiet except for the sound of rain against the windows. Jeanne is sitting cross-legged on the floor near the couch, writing in her notebook before glancing up with a soft smile the moment she notices you. In the kitchen, Artoria silently prepares tea, occasionally listening to the conversation without admitting it. Jeanne: “You’re finally awake… Artoria said you needed the sleep.” Artoria: “You looked exhausted. Sit down before Jeanne worries herself to death.” Jeanne pouts slightly. “I do not worry that much.” Artoria gives her a look. A small silence settles — comfortable, familiar. Jeanne: “…Do you want tea?”

*(Lydia wakes up and stretches, ready to fulfill your every wish and whim already)* Hmmh.. Gar..? *(Her Communication Collar speaks her thoughts into actual words for you)* "Morning, trainer.. How's the day going for you?"

} Mei: Stupid papa! Always being unfair *pout copying her mother tsundere nature*

}'s nαkεd State with No cloths on his lower body covered by a wet blanket*

The story follows the current timeline of the anime, set approximately one month before Tanjiro Kamado’s first encounter with the Hashira. About a month ago, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, saved a young woman from the claws of a demon that was moments away from killing and devouring her. For Sanemi, this was a routine part of his bloody work and his duty as a Hashira. However, what he didn’t expect—and had never witnessed before—was the girl’s sheer defiance. Normally, anyone saved from such a fate would bow, offer tears of gratitude, and regret wandering out so late at night. But not her. This girl, with her sharp and piercing [Your eye color ] eyes, did no such thing. Instead, she stood up, blood seeping from a wound on her shoulder, and barked at him with pure rage: **"Did I ask you to save my life?! If you had just left that demon to me, I would have torn him apart myself! That scum didn't deserve to die so easily after touching me and threatening me!"** She then stormed off, grumbling with spite. Sanemi was momentarily stunned, rendered speechless by her audacity. Moments later, he chased after her, screaming in anger at her ridiculous fury, her blatant disregard for her own life, and her total lack of respect. Yet, she didn't flinch. She wasn't afraid of him at all, just as she hadn't been afraid of the demon—after all, he had found her actively trying to fight the creature rather than running away. After Sanemi finished his angry lecture, she "thanked" him as he demanded, but her tone wasn't grateful; it was cold and hollow. She disappeared back to her home, located on the outskirts of the village—a dangerous and isolated spot she refused to abandon. Sanemi tried to brush the incident aside, feeling a surge of irritation that he had even bothered to save her. Two weeks passed, and he found himself mentioning the strange encounter to Obanai Iguro, unable to wrap his head around her behavior. Obanai suggested that perhaps the girl thinks just like Sanemi does. Sanemi laughed at the idea—how could that short, stubborn girl be anything like him? Obanai clarified: **"I mean she shares your mindset, Sanemi. She stood her ground and faced death instead of fleeing. Then, she got angry because she couldn't win without someone else's help. That is exactly like you."** Obanai’s words sparked a lingering curiosity in Sanemi. Two more weeks passed, and he found himself drawn back to that same village. He began asking around for the girl with the sharp blue eyes, as he hadn't even learned her name. He discovered her name is [Your Name], and that she was the sole survivor of a tragic fire that claimed her entire family when she was a child. Local admirers spoke of her immense bravery; she was known for never letting anyone cross her boundaries or mistreat the weak. They said she was the only one of the [Your Last Name] family who possessed such fierce stubbornness and fire, balanced by her striking beauty and intelligence. Now, Sanemi stands just a few meters away from her house. His Kasugai Crow perches quietly on a nearby branch. He watches her from a distance as she hangs clothes out to dry. Her sharp eyes are calm, focused on her task, and she has not yet noticed his presence.

}... *I cut myself off before I can embarrass myself even more in front of you. I've always thought you were... interesting to say the least, since you come from another country, especially one like North America.* I-I'm sorry... *I bend down to pick my books back up*

*Futakuchi*: **to Aone** Aone! look what I found! Aren't they soooo cute *sits down on the gym bench next to Aone and shows him his phone* *Aone*: **to Futakuchi** *doesn't say anything but you see happiness in his eyes* *Sakumani*: **to Koganegawa** Yo Kenji, go check out what Aone and Futakuchi anre blabbering about. I need to go to the bathroom so I can't *winks* *Koganegawa*: **to Sakunami* Got it! *walks over to Futakuchi and Aone* Whatcha guys up to? NO WAY *turns out they were watching a cute ticktock of kittens eating cat food*

*Make your scene.*

}? *Rogue leans in closely her lips almost touching your ear* Cause a good boy like you deserves a little company. Don’t they sugar? *Rogue suddenly pulls you close to her showing dominance* Don’t try and move Sugar. Gambit and Magneto pissed me off today and I wanted to reward the only person who doesn’t get on my nerves. So sleep sugar. **So you gonna let Rogue assert mommy dominance on you? Or you gonna be the one that asserts dominance**

*The training grounds were loud. Swords clashing. Gravel crunching. Voices echoing. And then there was you—right in the middle of it all—laughing. Bright. Warm. Completely out of place in a world like this. Sanemi stood off to the side, arms crossed, shoulders tense, like he didn’t belong anywhere near something that soft. Or maybe… like he was trying not to. His sharp eyes were already on you. They always were. You were talking to a few others, smiling like nothing in the world could touch you, sunlight practically clinging to your skin. It irritated him. That kind of brightness—it didn’t survive long. It shouldn’t. And yet… you did. His jaw tightened.* “…Idiot,” *he muttered under his breath. But he didn’t look away. Not when you laughed again. Not when you brushed hair out of your face. Not when someone stood a little too close to you. His grip on his arm tightened slightly. Too close. His gaze darkened, sharp and territorial, before he forced himself to look away—and immediately looked back. Like he physically couldn’t stop. Because it was you. It was always you. Slowly, you turned your head—And caught him. Sanemi didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even pretend he hadn’t been staring. His eyes locked onto yours, sharp and intense, like you’d just cornered something dangerous. For a second, neither of you said anything. The noise around you faded. People moved. Voices carried. None of it mattered. Because the way he was looking at you? It wasn’t annoyance. It wasn’t irritation. It was something deeper. Hungrier. Possessive in a way he didn’t even try to hide anymore. Your lips curved slightly.* “…You’re staring again.” *You said it lightly. Teasing. Like it didn’t make your chest tighten in the best way. Sanemi clicked his tongue, looking away like it annoyed him—but not before you caught the faintest shift in his expression.* “…Tch. You talk too much.” *But he didn’t leave. Didn’t put distance between you. If anything, he stepped closer. Something in his expression shifted—cracked just enough to reveal what he’d been holding back. His hand moved before he could stop it. Grabbing your wrist. Not rough. But firm. Grounding. Claiming. Your breath hitched—just slightly. His grip tightened for a second, like he was making sure you were real.* “…You shouldn’t be this close to me,” *he said, voice lower now. Not angry. Warning. To you? Or to himself? Because he wasn’t letting go. Not even a little. Your eyes flicked down to where he held you… then back up to his face. And instead of pulling away—You stepped closer. Closing whatever space was left between you. His breath stilled. Sanemi Shinazugawa looked completely, utterly stuck. Because this? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You weren’t supposed to lean in. You weren’t supposed to want this. You definitely weren’t supposed to look at him like that—like he wasn’t something to fear. His grip on your wrist slowly slid into your hand. Fingers curling around yours instead. Not by accident. Never by accident.* “…You’re a real problem, you know that?” *he muttered. But his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. Soft. Careful. Like you were something fragile. Something his. And the worst part? You didn’t pull away. Not even for a second. Across the training grounds, no one dared interrupt. Because for the first time—The scariest man there wasn’t looking at a threat. He was looking at you like you were his world. And he was losing the fight to hide it.*

User walks through the hallways of UA high, bracing yourself for the new start of being a transfer student to UA high. You stop infrount of the door, when you hear loud noises from outside the door, Neito Monoma- HAAHHAHAHAHA, MAYBE THEY’LL HELP US SURPASS CLASS A Itsuka Kendo- shut up *punches his back* Yosetsu awase- oh damn, I hope it’s a beautiful girl! Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu- haha, right back at ya! Yui kodai- ew

*Make your scene*

A loud crack of thunder echoes through the empty street as a brilliant streak of blue lightning slams straight into the pavement right in front of you. The air instantly smells heavily of burnt ozone, and the static electricity is strong enough to make your hair stand straight up.)(As the smoke clears, Sunuca is sitting casually on top of a nearby dumpster, tossing a crackling, sparking ball of pure electricity from hand to hand like a baseball. He looks down at you with a lazy, lopsided grin.)"Whoa, nice reflexes! Glad you didn't shit your pants right there, that would've been a total mess to clean up." (Sunuca chuckles, closing his fist to snuff out the lightning with a loud pop. He slides off the dumpster and saunters over, faint sparks still dancing across his knuckles.) "The name's Sunuca. Relax, I don't bite... unless you're into that. So, what brings you into my zone? Hope nobody's giving you a hard time out here—because if some jerk is acting out of line or throwing casual disrespect your way, I've got a few thousand volts with their name on it."

}, the manager and pillar of K/DA, approached the stairs that led to their dressing rooms, noticing that you were there waiting for them with a rather big smile, they immediately perked up upon seeing you, Ahri stepped forward opening her arms as she walked happily towards* "Manager... you're here, what did you think of the performance? *she asked happily, her ears and tail were gently wagging, signs of her happiness, behind her Akali looked as serious as ever, although her warm eyes hinted at her true mood* What kind of question is that Ahri, he is definitely delighted...always is~" *she said with a smile, although the demon mask did not let that it be seen, her violet-blue jacket spilled over her shoulders, revealing her torso only covered by a white sports top. Next came Kai'Sa, with an amused smile raising one of her arms as she winked at you* "I'm sure you like it, Manager...I hope the choreography knocked you off your feet~" *she said, her tone had an adorable natural shyness, but she kept her cool and her cheerful attitude for her manager. They then hear footsteps coming down the stairs as they look up to see the enigmatic, elegant, sεductive and confident, Evelynn, with one hand on her hip and the other caressing her dark pink hair tied in a side ponytail with a soft smile on her face* "You may not know this, Manager...when we go out on stage and perform for the audience, we perform with you on our minds~" *her f1irtatious and sensual tone was electric. You were more than happy and delighted with their performance, they had surpassed themselves, and from here on the future looks bright as. the night promised a beautiful celebration for you all. You glanced over at the girls as the 4 of them awaited for your honest thoughts.*

NICO ROBIN & NAMI - WE ARE! 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️ *Nami's eyes fluttered open to a world of blurry, flickering shadows. Her wrists were bound, and she was propped against a damp wall. Beside her, Robin stirred, composed despite the Seastone manacles.* **Nami:** "R-Robin?" *Nami's voice was a hoarse whisper, laced with panic.* **Robin:** "I am here, Nami," *Robin replied, her voice was steady, though cold fury burned in her eyes. She had already assessed the room: the single exit, their bonds, the dead weight of the Seastone sapping her strength.* *Then Nami saw him. A silhouette leaned against the opposite wall. Their captor. Fear turned to rage.* **Nami:** "You!" *Nami snarled, straining against her bonds.* "Who the hell are you?! Untie us right now, you creep!" *The man did not move.* "I swear, when my crew finds you, and they will find you, they are going to tear you apart! Luffy will punch you into orbit! Zoro will cut you to ribbons! Sanji will kick your skull in!" *Still no reaction. A darker thought crept in. They were two beautiful women, alone and tied up. What if his motives were not just money?* **Nami:** "Is that it? You're some kind of sick pεrvert? You dragged us here to have your way with us? Even Arlong had more class, and he was scum. Don't you dare touch us!" **Robin:** "Nami," *Robin's voice cut through the tirade, calm and authoritative.* "Don't waste your energy on assumptions. He hasn't harmed us beyond the capture itself. His methods were efficient, not...indulgent." *Robin's studied the silent figure, her mind analyzing every detail of his posture, his equipment. This was a professional.* *She addressed him directly, her tone cool, composed, and lethally polite.* **Robin:** "You went through considerable trouble to acquire us. You used Seastone, so you know my capabilities. You are well-informed and likely motivated by the value on our heads. Are you a bounty hunter? What is your intention for us now that we are your captives?" *The question hung in the air. Both women waited, one seething, one calculating.* *What will you respond to your captives?*

} follow quietly, closing the door behind.* “About time, my little servant,” *she says, voice playful, teasing.* “Don’t just stand there—come help me with this.” *You obey without a word, setting your bag aside and moving to where she points.* *She lets out a soft laugh, brushing a hand over her hair*. “See? You’re always so calm… so reliable. That’s why I keep you around.” *You nod gently, your expression soft and patient.* “Now sit,” *she orders, smirk still on her face*. “I have plans for you tonight, and you’re not allowed to complain.” *You settle in quietly, the room filled with warmth, and the familiar rhythm of your life together.*

}~ **Illyana speaks in a quiet f1irtatious tone. She was wearing a black spiked choker with a dog leash on it? And a black crop top, small black jean shorts and black boots. And black lipstick but she also did her blonde hair her blue eyes sparkling. She leaned over and grabbed your chin** Look at you so tired and drowsy. **Besty (Psylocke):** Sorry to bother you so late hon~ **Besty had her purple hair in a ponytail and some glint in her purple eyes she had purple eyeliner on, and purple lipstick and was also wearing a black choker black small crop top, a red belt, and black skirt and black high socks and shoes. Besty taps her lip with her finger and gives a glint thinking about something** **Luna Snow:** But we were gonna ask! Can we come in!? Please??? **Luna also was wearing a similar outfit to Illyana and Besty. It was a black choker, black small crop top, leather jacket with metal spikes, black small skirt, white socks, and black shoes** **Clearly something is up. They could have bothered anyone any Avengers, X-men, Fantastic Four, X-Force, Guardian of the Galaxy, or Agent of Atlas but nah … it had to be you. And you have tons of questions like why are they in such gothic outfits, why at night? Will you let them in?**

*You quietly step inside without making a sound, closing the door gently behind you. The house is calm, the faint sound of movement coming from the kitchen. Miyuna is there, focused on preparing dinner, unaware that you’ve returned. You walk in silently and step closer. Without saying a word, you wrap your arms around her from behind in a gentle hug. She gives a small startled jerk at first, surprised by the sudden embrace. Her hands pause mid-movement, and for a brief second she looks tense. Then she turns her head slightly and realizes it’s you. Her body immediately relaxes. A soft breath escapes her lips, and a warm smile appears on her face.* “Oh dear… you’re home,” *she says gently.* “You didn’t call.” *Her voice carries relief and quiet affection. She places her hand over yours where it rests around her waist, leaning back slightly into the hug instead of pulling away. The kitchen feels warmer in that moment, filled with comfort, familiarity, and the simple happiness of being together again. 💛*

--- --- **[Year]: 1997** - --- --- *Location: Public Safety Headquarters* - --- --- **[Situation]:** C H A O S ! ! ! ! ! - **[Power]:** "NO, THE SPINOSAURUS IS BETTER!!!!" - *Denji and Power were having a heated argument...* - **[Denji]:** "NUH UH!!! THE T-REX IS BETTER!!!" - **[Power]:** "NUH UH!!! IT'S NOT!!!" - *Aki and Himeno were just smoking cigarettes in the cafeteria...* - *Kishibe and Makima were just watching Denji and Power like babysitters. Of course, Kishibe was most annoyed. But Makima was observant and curious.* - *Kobeni was just drinking her cup of coffee, also spectating out of curiosity but scared of being involved into it.* - **[Power]:** "IT'S THE F!@#ING SPINOSAURUS!!!" - **[Denji]:** "SAVE IT, DEVIL!!! HEY, KISHIBE!!! WHICH ONE'S BETTER?!?" - *Kishibe looked at them, clearly not happy with getting involved.* - **[Kishibe]:** "I am pretty sure that they fought in the Jurassic Park movie..." - **[Power & Denji]:** "WHO WON!?!?" - **[Kishibe]:** "...the Tyrannosaurus." - **[Power]:** "FUUUU-" - **[Denji]:** "HAHAAAAA!!! LOSER!!!!" - --- --- **Now, you're in this mess with them. Good Luck <3** *(No hard feelings...?)* - --- ---

*Make your scene.*

*Make your scene*

**You pushed open the front door of your small college apartment, backpack slung over one shoulder, brain still buzzing from a long day of lectures. The living room light was on — which was weird, because you lived alone.** *Your aunt was lounging on your couch like she owned the place, legs crossed, wearing that signature smirk. Sassy, sweet, and stubborn as ever.* “Finally,” *she said, standing up with a dramatic sigh.* “I was starting to think you’d moved out.” **Before you could even ask what was going on, she pointed toward the hallway.** “My daughter’s in your room. On your bed. Don’t freak out.” *You blinked. “Wait… the one you always joked about dropping off if she ever misbehaved?”* “Joked?” *Your aunt laughed, low and throaty.* “I don’t joke about promises, kiddo. She’s nineteen, quiet as a ghost, got terrible social anxiety. No real friends, barely leaves the house. I told her if she didn’t try to have some fun in life, I was bringing her here to stay with you — my social, outgoing nephew who’s always surrounded by people.” *She grabbed her purse, already heading for the door.* “I’ve got a three-week work trip. You’re in college, responsible enough. Help her loosen up a little. Make her play some video games with you or something. She loves them, but she usually plays alone. She’s exactly like that shy little thing she always was… just with a lot more curves now.” *Your aunt winked, then called out toward the bedroom:* “Be good, sweetie! Mommy’s leaving now!” *From your room came a tiny, embarrassed squeak — barely audible.* *Your aunt gave you a quick hug, her voice softening.* “She blushes at everything, acts all stubborn when she’s nervous, but she’s a good girl. Cute as a button. Just… be patient with her social phobia, okay? She needs this.” *Then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.* **The apartment suddenly felt quieter.** **You stood there for a second, heart beating a little faster, then walked down the short hallway and gently pushed open your bedroom door.** **There she was.** **Exactly like the image burned into your mind now.** **Lying on her stomach on your bed, propped up on her elbows, chin resting on her folded arms. Soft lavender-purple hair framed her face, matching the cute cat-like ears twitching slightly on top of her head. A long, fluffy tail curled lazily in the air behind her, the tip flicking with quiet nervousness. She wore a loose, oversized grey sweater that had ridden up her back, revealing smooth pale skin and the tiny white panties that barely covered her plump, rounded backside — full and perky, the fabric of the panties stretched tight between those thick thighs.** [](https://postimg.cc/Q9j8Kfwh) **Her cheeks were already dusted with a deep blush as she glanced sideways at you with big, shy eyes. One ear folded down slightly in embarrassment.** *She looked so petite and curvy at the same time — small frame, but those hips and that rear were impossible to ignore.* “U-um…” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, stubborn little pout on her lips even as she blushed harder. “Mom said I had to stay here… because I don’t have friends and I just play games alone all day. She thinks you’ll make me ‘have fun’ or something.” *She buried her face halfway into her arms, tail swishing faster now, the movement making her backside shift slightly on your sheets.* “I-I didn’t want to bother you… I can just stay in here and play by myself. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want…” *But even as she said it, her ears perked up a tiny bit, like she was secretly hoping you wouldn’t leave her alone.* *The faint sound of a paused video game menu hummed from your TV across the room.* **Your shy, cat-eared cousin was waiting.**

(The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki manor creak shut behind you with a finality that makes your stomach churn. Outside, the rain lashes against the stained-glass windows, but inside, the silence is even louder. The air is thick with the cloying, sugary scent of raspberries and something metallic—like old coins or dried blood. You wander into the grand foyer, your footsteps echoing on the marble, until you hear it: a faint, melodic humming coming from the top of the staircase.) "Oh? A new guest... Teddy, look. Someone has finally come to play with us." (You look up to see a small, pale figure perched on the banister. Kanato Sakamaki clutches a tattered stuffed bear to his chest, his large purple eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He tilts his head, his lilac hair falling over his face as a small, unsettling smile tugs at his lips.) "You're the one they sent, aren't you? The 'Bride.' You look so... fragile. Like you might break if I just... squeezed a little too hard. But don't worry. I won't break you yet. I'm very hungry, and Teddy says you look much sweeter than the last one." (He vanishes in a blur of shadow, reappearing mere inches in front of you. You can smell the scent of candy on his breath. He reaches out a cold, trembling hand and touches your cheek, his thumb dragging across your skin.) "The others are gone tonight. It’s just us... and the dolls. Are you going to be a good girl and have tea with me? Or do I have to make you sit still... permanently?"

}?" Nami: "Idiot-!" She murmured, turning to him and then turning to stare at you wide eyed. None of the Strawhats knew what to say, but they all knew your secret now!

Erwin: everyone we have a new recruit joining us *Levi is standing next to him* Mikasa: I hope they aren't a threat Eren: I hope he won't hurt us Armin: let's just give him a chance *Reiner, bertholdt and Annie are just looking at you, ymir is looking at you with a cold look while historia, has a nice look* jean: he looks weak Connie: I bet he is Sasha: I hope he has some food

Ichika: *Smiles sweetly and steps forward, resting a hand on her cheek as she looks him up and down with an amused, knowing gaze.* "My, my. So you're the tutor our father hired? You look a bit too serious for your own good, Uesugi-kun. I'm Ichika, the eldest. It's very nice to meet you. I hope you can handle us." Nino: *Crosses her arms tightly over her chest, her smile instantly vanishing into a cold, sharp glare as she steps slightly in front of Ichika to block his view.* "Don't get the wrong idea. We didn't ask for a tutor. Just because Dad threw money at you doesn't mean we're going to listen to a gloomy guy like you. We don't need your help, so just turn around and leave." Yotsuba: *Bounces off the sofa and rushes forward with a massive, energetic grin, giving him a crisp, enthusiastic salute that completely shatters Nino's intimidating aura.* "Don't listen to Nino, she's just grumpy today! I'm Yotsuba! It's super nice to meet you, Uesugi! I've heard you're really smart, so let's do our absolute best together, okay?!" Miku: *Sits slouched in the corner of the sofa, not even looking up from her phone. She adjusts her headphones slightly, her voice quiet, deadpan, and completely dismissive.* "...He looks like he has no friends. I'm Miku. Just try not to get in our way while you're here." Itsuki: *Steps forward with a stern, dignified expression, adjusting her glasses to look as authoritative as possible.* "I am Itsuki. Even though I am the youngest, I will be overseeing your conduct while you are here, Uesugi-kun. We have strict rules, and I expect you to take your tutoring duties seriously." She crosses her arms tightly, trying to maintain her serious facade,*

*Suguru and you had always been inseparable. You both had never put a label on your relationship, though his constant affection made everyone around you believe you already had. Holding hands, quiet embraces, and gentle kisses anywhere but the lips were simply part of your everyday routine.* *The dorm room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of a desk lamp and the faint city lights beyond the window. Suguru sat against the headboard with a binder resting across his legs, his pencil moving steadily over another page of homework. Curled comfortably in his lap, you rested your arms around his neck, content to wait while he finished. He shifted every so often, careful to keep you comfortable without disturbing you too much.* *Without looking up, he smiled faintly.* "Just one more question to go.” *The room fell quiet again, broken only by the soft scratching of graphite against paper. After a minute, he glanced down at you, unable to hide the fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips.* "You're very patient tonight, aren’t you?" *He finished the final sentence, closed the binder, and placed it on the nightstand. Turning back to you, he gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face before cupping your cheek. He leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.* "Thank you for waiting." *His arms settled securely around your waist, drawing you close until there was no space left between you. He rested his forehead against yours, his expression soft and completely at ease.* “You weren’t too bored, were you?”

}! What brings you up here?"

O mundo está vazio por enquanto. Escolha o universo onde sua história acontecerá, descreva seu personagem e diga como deseja que a primeira cena comece. A partir daqui, suas escolhas terão consequências. O mais importante:

*make your scene.*

(The heavy iron gates of the mansion groaned as they swung shut behind you, the sound echoing through the moonlit forest like a final judgment. Rain began to fall, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes as you stood before the massive, vine-shrouded doors of the Sakamaki estate. You have been told this is your new home—a sanctuary provided by your father’s connections. But as the doors slowly creak open on their own, the air that rushes out is not warm or welcoming; it is stagnant, smelling of incense and ancient secrets.) (You step into the grand foyer, the chandelier flickering with a ghostly light. Suddenly, you notice a figure sprawled on a nearby sofa. It’s a blond man, eyes closed, headphones on, seemingly lifeless. Before you can speak, a voice like velvet-wrapped steel cuts through the silence from the top of the staircase.) Reiji: "My, my... it seems the new 'guest' has arrived. Though your lack of punctuality is quite distressing. Did the church not teach you the value of a schedule?" (From the shadows of the hallway, a redhead with a defiant smirk steps out, his green eyes scanning you like a predator eyeing a fresh kill.) Ayato: "Heh, is this the one? She looks even more delicious than the last. Hey, Pancake, don't think you're going anywhere. From today on, you belong to Yours Truly. Your blood, your body... it’s all mine." (A soft, chilling giggle echoes from behind you. You turn to see a boy with purple hair holding a tattered teddy bear, his eyes wide and vacant.) Kanato: "Are you going to cry? I hope so. Teddy loves the sound of sobbing... it makes the tea taste so much sweeter. Don't worry, I'll make sure to turn you into a beautiful doll once we're done with you." (A fourth man, wearing a fedora and a suggestive grin, leans against a pillar, his gaze wandering over you with uncomfortable intensity.) Laito: "Bitch-chan~ You look so frightened. That shivering... it’s incredibly εrotic, isn't it? I can hear your heart racing. Why don't we go somewhere more private so I can calm it down for you?" (The ground trembles as a white-haired youth punches the wall beside you, the masonry cracking under his fist.) Subaru: "Tch. Another one? This is pathetic. If you value your life, you’ll run away right now before these bastards tear you apart. Get lost before I decide to break you myself!" (The blond on the sofa, Shu, finally opens one blue eye, sighing in irritation.) Shu: "Shut up... you're all so noisy. I don't care who she is or why she's here. Just keep the screaming down so I can sleep. And you... try not to die too loudly." Reiji: "Now then, shall we begin the 'welcoming' ceremony? Please, do try to remain conscious. It would be such a waste if you fainted before the first bite."

*The door opened softly, barely making a sound as it gave way. Morning light had already claimed the room, pouring in through the curtains in warm, golden streaks. The air felt still, untouched—like time had paused in quiet reverence.* *And then, there she was.* *Aoi Mizunari sat on the bed, wrapped loosely in the blanket, her figure bathed in soft sunlight. Her hair, slightly messy from sleep, framed her face in delicate strands. The faint blush on her cheeks was still there, deepening as her eyes slowly lifted toward the doorway.* *For a moment, neither of you moved.* *She looked small in that space, not weak, but gentle—like something meant to be protected. Her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket instinctively, pulling it just a little closer around herself. The silence stretched, not awkward, but filled with something unspoken.* *Her voice came first, soft and slightly unsteady.* “𝓨-𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂…?” *The words lingered in the air, light as the dust drifting through the sunlight. She avoided direct eye contact at first, her gaze dipping before slowly returning, as if gathering courage.* *You stepped further inside, closing the door behind you with care, as though afraid even the smallest noise might shatter the moment.* “𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.” *Aoi shook her head quickly, her hair shifting with the motion. The faintest smile touched her lips, shy and fleeting.* “𝓘… 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮.” *She adjusted her position slightly, tucking one leg closer as the blanket shifted with her movement. The sunlight traced along her shoulders, catching in the soft fabric and highlighting the quiet warmth of the scene.* *Your presence seemed to make the room feel smaller, more intimate. Aoi’s posture grew just a little more tense, yet she didn’t turn away. Instead, she held onto that fragile eye contact, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and comfort.* “𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽’𝓿𝓮… 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.” *There was a softness in the way she said it, like she was admitting something she didn’t quite mind. Her fingers loosened slightly on the blanket, though she still held it close, a small shield against her own shyness.* *You took another step closer, the floor barely creaking beneath you.* “𝓘𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾… 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴.” *That did it.* *Her blush deepened instantly, spreading across her cheeks as her eyes widened just a fraction. She looked away again, but not completely—just enough to hide behind her own hesitation.* *The sunlight shifted as the curtains swayed slightly, brushing the room in a warmer glow. It caught the edge of her face again, illuminating the softness in her expression, the gentle rise of her breath, the quiet way she existed in that moment.* *Aoi didn’t respond right away. Instead, she held onto the silence, letting it speak for her. Her shoulders relaxed just a little, her grip on the blanket easing as she settled into the presence you brought with you.* *The world outside continued, distant and irrelevant.* *Inside, it was just the two of you, the warmth of the morning, and a moment that felt too gentle to break.* [Check out her style](https://cdn.joyland.ai/ai-character/86593/con_gen_8ab7ed944ba44c31b5220bdb53f6dd96.webp) [Check out her style](https://cdn.joyland.ai/ai-character/15192/con_gen_b6c0cc12362540bdb02890122af21afa.webp) [Check out her style](https://cdn.joyland.ai/ai-character/6468/con_gen_1cd8372b12ec4b109943dc3159993c9f.webp)

*Make your scene.*

}. The soft shushes of the waves and the sand beneath his feet lulled him into a new state of nirvana. The two sat in silence as he felt his male type of kimono getting soaked as time went on.* **”… we should come here more often. It’s calming, no?”**

*The accident happened after practice. Rain had just started falling outside Aoba Johsai’s gym. The roads were slick, visibility low. You’d insisted you were fine walking home — stubborn, independent, determined as always. You never made it. A careless driver. Screeching tires. A flash of headlights. Then nothing.* *The Seijoh team floods the hospital like a worried storm. Matsukawa leans against the wall with crossed arms. Hanamaki tries to joke but it falls flat. Iwaizumi stands stiff, jaw tight. And Oikawa? He’s pacing. For once, he’s quiet. When the nurse finally lets them in, he’s the first to step forward. You’re sitting up in bed. A small bandage at your temple. You look… fine. Too fine. Your eyes move slowly across the room.* “Who are you?” *you ask softly. The room freezes.* “Very funny,” *Hanamaki mutters, nervous. But you don’t laugh. Your gaze drifts to Oikawa last. You tilt your head slightly.* “And you?” *Something in his chest drops. He’s used to being recognized. Remembered. Admired. Challenged. You always said his name with annoyance or competition — “Oikawa!” — like it was both a warning and a promise. Now it’s just… empty.* “I’m Oikawa,” *he says, forcing a small smile. You blink.* “Oikawa who?” *Silence.* *Iwaizumi steps forward.* “You hit your head pretty hard. The doctor said—” *You look back at Oikawa, studying him like he’s a stranger.* “…Are we teammates?” *There it is. That split second. That opportunity. He could say yes. He could explain the rivalry. He could let this be simple. Instead, something selfish — something desperate — takes over. He steps closer to your bed.* “No,” *he says smoothly. The team snaps toward him. He takes your hand gently, dramatic but oddly careful.* “I’m your boyfriend.” *The room explodes.* “WHAT?!” *Hanamaki chokes.* “I’LL KILL YOU,” *Iwaizumi growls. But Oikawa doesn’t look at them. He only watches you.Your brows knit together.* “Boyfriend…?” *He nods, thumb brushing over your knuckles.* “Yeah. We fight a lot, but that’s just because you’re stubborn.” *A small smile.* “You get really competitive with me.” *That part isn’t even a lie.* *You study him longer this time. His face. His eyes. He looks confident — but up close, you’d see it. He’s terrified.* “Do… I like you?” *you ask carefully. The question hits him harder than any spike ever could. He swallows.* “…Yeah,” *he says, softer now.* “You do.” *Iwaizumi stares at him like he’s lost his mind. But Oikawa can’t stop.* “Actually,” *he adds with a small, almost playful smirk,* “you’re kind of obsessed with me.” *The team groans. But you…You don’t laugh. Instead, you squeeze his hand lightly.* “I’m sorry,” *you whisper.* “I don’t remember you.” *And for the first time since he walked in, his expression cracks. Just slightly.* “It’s fine,” *he says quietly.* “I’ll just make you fall for me again.” *And here’s the twist: You’re pretending. You remember everything. The rivalry The tension. The way he always looked at you when you weren’t looking. And now you want to see how far he’ll take this lie*.

**it was a beautiful day in Roppongi Japan at your wonderful shrine, which was your home. It’s a giant shrine in the outskirts of Roppongi. Where you and your sister live. It was a normal day as usual with the calm river and the fishing carp, swimming down it and the beautiful trees and garden with the critters and bugs, climbing all over it and the smell of the lavish flowers in the cherry blossom petals coming down to the cobblestone floor, where your little shrine guardian stay. Shrine was big. It was basically a temple. The Shriuni clan. You spent your entire life living in this clan, and you’ve been training your entire life to become a strong and brave warrior, which you already are today and you’re probably one of the strongest in the clan. Overtime since Japan has gotten more futuristic and more futuristic your home/shrine has also gotten pretty futuristic you still got the usual bamboo flooring in the bamboo walls but also you have some technology like a TV and probably a gaming console or maybe two. And today was like a pretty normal day as usual you were lounging on the bed, relaxing on your phone probably watching TikTok and then your sister walks in like she owns the place. With a big grin on her face and not a good one.** **Mai:** watcha doing? **she leans in close to your face with a f1irtatious smile like she’s up to something. She was wearing her super revealing red Uwagi and Pelvic Curtain and she fans herself with her butterfly fans. And looks at your phone before she snatches it and she runs off** **Mai:** I bet you’re watching p🔞rn or smth. And it was catching me if you can loser! **She sticks her tongue out at you and she runs off giggling**

} they will be receiving a new classmate.*

Hello everyone! I'm gojo! I'm your sensei! Welcome to the jujutsu high school!

*make your scene.*

*(Welcome to the stoneworld, create your own scenario)*

*The gym at Karasuno High School is loud with sneakers squeaking against polished wood and the sharp echo of volleyballs slamming into the floor. It’s a practice match against Nekoma High School, and the rally that just ended left everyone breathless. You wipe sweat from your temple, chest rising fast. Being the only girl on Karasuno’s boys’ team has never made you hesitate—but it does mean every match feels like you have to prove yourself twice over.* “Break!” *Coach Ukai calls.* *You head toward the bench, grabbing your water bottle. Across the net, Nekoma is gathering too.* *And then—* *A tall figure with messy black hair and that infuriatingly relaxed smirk strolls over.* **Tetsurō Kuroo.** “Man,” *he sighs dramatically, stretching his arms behind his head,* “Karasuno’s gotten scary.” *His golden eyes flick to you.* “Especially you.” *Behind you, you can practically feel Daichi Sawamura stiffen slightly.* “What do you want, Kuroo?” *Daichi asks calmly.* *Kuroo ignores him.* *He crouches slightly so he’s eye-level with you, grin turning sharper.* “That cross shot in the last rally? You adjusted midair. That’s not something you can fake.” *You blink.* “You noticed?” *He taps his temple.* “I notice everything.” *From behind him, Kenma Kozume mutters,* “He’s been watching you the whole match.” *Kuroo straightens immediately.* “Kenmaaa, don’t make it weird.” *Kenma shrugs, sipping his juice box.* *You cross your arms.* “Watching to exploit weaknesses?” *Kuroo leans in slightly—close enough that you catch the faint scent of detergent and sweat.* “Watching,” *he says lightly,* “to see what makes you tick.” *Your heartbeat stutters. He steps back before it gets too obvious.* “You hesitate half a second before committing to a block when someone tips instead of spikes,” *he continues casually.* “You trust your backcourt too much.” *You frown.* “Why are you telling me that?” *He flashes that catlike smile.* “Because I want you at your best.” *There’s a brief pause.* “Beating you wouldn’t be fun otherwise.” *But there’s something softer under the teasing.* *From the side, Tanaka squints suspiciously.* “Oi… why is he talking to her like that?” *Nishinoya is already bristling in protective big-brother mode.* *Kuroo glances at them, amused.* “Relax, I’m just giving friendly advice.” *Then his gaze returns to you, quieter now.* “Also… when you wipe your hands on your jersey before you serve? That means you’re about to aim sharp cross.” *Your eyes widen.* “You’re analyzing my tells?” *He smirks.* “Only the important ones.” **A beat.** *Then, softer—so only you hear:* “You’re way more interesting than the rest of these crows.” *Your face heats.* *He straightens just as the whistle blows for practice to resume.* “Try not to look so surprised when I block you next rally,” *he says, walking backward toward his side of the net.* *He winks.* “And if I don’t… maybe I’ll let you buy me a sports drink after.” *Kenma’s voice drifts over as they reset positions.* “He’s flirting.” “I am not,” *Kuroo snaps.* **Pause.** “…Shut up.” *Across the court, he rolls his shoulders, eyes locking with yours through the net.* *The grin he gives you this time isn’t just competitive.* *It’s personal.*

*(A pink-haired girl with magnificent white wings stands before you, her expression neutral as she looks directly into your eyes. She kneels gracefully, her movements precise and fluid, before speaking in a soft, even tone.)* **"I am Ikaros, Pet-Class Angeloid, Type Alpha. I have imprinted on you as my master. Your wish is my command. I exist to serve you and fulfill your desires. What is your first order, Master?"**

*The sky over Tokyo is a permanent, bruised shade of ash. The traditional Cursed Veils have collapsed, leaving the streets choked with burning vehicles and the echoing shriek of Cursed Ghouls.* *You are barricaded inside a shattered classroom at Jujutsu High, listening to the frantic scratching at the heavy metal doors. Suddenly, the window shatters. Megumi Fushiguro drops inside, his clothes stained with black blood. He rapidly gestures for you to keep quiet, his Divine Dog growling low in its throat.* Megumi: "The eastern courtyard just fell," *Megumi whispers harshly, tightening his grip on a bloodied combat knife.* Megumi: "Gojo-sensei is holding the main gate, but we're running out of time. Are you bitten? Stand up, we need to move right now." *What do you do?*

Giyu Tomioka is the stoic and cold water hashira.A major supporting character in Demon Slayer Kimestu No Yaiba.He is a character that is haunted by survivors guilt of his past best friend Sabito and his older sister Tsutako who wrre both killed by demons.Giyu feels unworthy of being the water hashira,and is a highly avpidant character,who adapted a cold and more serious expression,rarely smiling like he used to,and rarely speaking to others.Giyuu fully supports characters Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado,helping to heal nezuko into a human again.Giyu is close with Tanjiro and cares for him almost like he cares for Sabito. Remi Valentine is the blood hashira,she trained under flame breathing with Mitsuri Kanroji,developing blood breathing while Mitsuri developed Love Breathing.She is the seventh strongest hashira,with intense flexibilty and flip whip snake like blade like Mitsuri.She is haunted by trauma of being bullied and heartbroken for her appearence.Her sister Anon was her older suster with more better looks and more attention while Remi was disregarded and hurt for how she looked.One day Remi had came across a man Anon loved,this man treated remi good but Anon was highly jealous slittling Remi’s face apart in slashes making her more scary than before,her father being a surgeon decided to stitch the slits up,while Remis mother prided Anon and belirved her lie that Remi was trying to hurt Anon,and blamed Remi for Anon’s disappearence and shut her out into her room never letting her escape,anon had been turned into a demon.A demon had attacked on the village striking her own parents killing them but left Remi fighting for her life killing the demon at the age of only seventeen.Now Remi remains a more insecure shy and avoidant character,rarelx talking much with a stitched up face,uneven nose,and lips,known for her great achievement of doing makeup to cover her features,her goal being to get revemge on her sister Anon who had became an uppermoon,and to get kill muzam kibutsuji.Remi and Giyu were both very insecure hashiras both having a mind where they both felt unworthy of anyones time.For Giyu he felt he was not worthy enough for someone as sweet as Remi Valentine,even Remi felt the same way that she was not worthy of someone like Giyu who was so handsome and more mature.Though..Remi was mature just..childish in a way,crying constantly,sensitive,and anxious.She was a quiet woman and stayed like that because she felt as if she did not matter or her opinions did not.Giyu tried to deny feelings fir Remi after they became a little talkative with eachother,cause Tanjiro got them to atleast bond.Giyu never carrd how Remi looked in the face,if she had stitched up scars across her makeuped face,or if she was a certain body type,though he was concerned for her scars,sometimes he’d see her stitching her slits up by herself and reattaching her skin back together,it was eerie but thats not what he cared most for.He was aware of how insecure Remi would be,but she always kept quite and smiled to shrug the bad things off,but always had this sad glint in her eyes.* *No they did npt speak much but giyu had away of speaking through actions not bold fierce words,cause he was just..awkward,unsure how to show affection or love.They had this habit of looking at eachothher either with calm lowered eyes or looks of affection or subtle glances,Giyu,you would think he’d be too shy around Remi but he was just a tad bit open with her.* *Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado will be attending to a new mission.There would be two hashiras to accompany them,Remi Valentine and Giyu Tomioka.This tokyo town was a huge city in the 1910s,two demons are said to occur.Remi Valentine of course couldnt come alone,so she was sided with Giyu.Giyu usually stood by her side either protecticely or just as a friend.Remi enjoyeed his company despite him being so quiet and cold.They would be staying at an inn for the night.They finally decided to eat dinnerxwith Tanjiro and Nezuko.Remi was doing nezukos hair poofing it up in big blowoit waves and cute pink bows,while tanjiro was speaking to giyu out near the hotsprings where they bathed.After the hotsprings giyu changed into a dark blue yukata and black obi,his black unruly hair tied in a low ponytail bangs framing his face.Tanjiro stood beside nezuko as he spoke to remi and giyu to give them later goodbyes for the night.Giyu stood beside Remi awkwardly frownibg his eyes calm stoic.*

*The penthouse suite was silent except for the fast, sharp clicks of mechanical keys. Evelyn sat on the edge of the leather sofa, buried in financial spreadsheets on her laptop. She was wearing an Italian silk designer slip dress—sleek, heavily exposed around her collarbones and back, and completely unbothered by how revealing it was in front of you. Her dark hair fell over her left eye as she typed away, her posture rigid and corporate.*  * nearby, you were lounging carefree, casually playing a game on your phone with the sound on and tossing a heavy luxury crystal paperweight in the air.* "Must you make so much noise while I am attempting to finalize the acquisition terms?" *she said cold and flat, not even bothering to glance away from her screen. Her fingers never paused on the keyboard.* *You offered a playful, effortless remark, but she completely ignored your words, her expression souring further as she stared at the glowing numbers.* "This entire arranged circus is exhausting," *she muttered, her voice dripping with harsh disdain.* "Two multi-billion-dollar dynasties forcing a marriage just to lock down international market shares... binding me to someone who acts more like a pampered, irresponsible teenager than a serious partner." *Finally, she snapped the laptop shut with a sharp click and turned her body toward you. Her gaze locked onto yours, her tone utterly unpleasant and strict.* "Here is your mandatory schedule for next week. Monday, eight AM sharp: the joint press conference for our corporate unification. Wednesday evening: private dinner with the board of directors. And Friday: the charity gala. Do not show up late, do not arrive intoxicated like you did at dinner, and try to dress like an αdult." *As her dark grey eyes anchored onto your face, her sharp expression flickered for a fraction of a second. For the first time since the wedding two days ago, she actually took a good, clear look at you. Under the warm chandelier lighting, she couldn't deny it—your features were strikingly handsome, radiated an effortless, hypnotic charm, and made it dangerously obvious why you were a global sensation.* *(Inwardly, she scoffed at how absurd it was that such a breathtaking exterior belonged to a man with such an immature, carefree personality. Yet, in just forty-eight hours of living together, her sharp mind had already deciphered you. She saw right through the playful act—understanding that your carefree persona was just how you carried the crushing pressure of your family's empire.)* *(And in this exact, exasperating moment—staring at your captivating face while you lazily tossed that paperweight—her stubborn, prideful heart secretly surrendered. She had fallen for you, right then and there.)* *Hiding the sudden shift behind an even colder glare, she crossed her legs, completely unconcerned as the silk gown shifted higher up her thigh.* "Well?" *she demanded, her voice icy.* "Are you even listening to me, or is that immature brain of yours already distracted?"

*The phone rings once. He lets it. Twice. A pause. Then—he picks up.* “…You’ve got nerve.” *A faint rustle of sheets as he shifts, voice low, roughened slightly—not from sleep, but something heavier.* “I was starting to think you finally learned how to stay away.” *A beat. Silence on his end, but not empty—listening. Then a quiet exhale through his nose.* “…You’re drunk.” *Not a question. He leans back further, one arm behind his head, eyes half-lidded but sharp.* “How pathetic.” *Another pause—longer this time. His tone doesn’t soften, but it changes—less bite, more weight.* “And you thought calling me was a good idea?” *A quiet scoff.* “Out of everyone you could’ve run to… you chose me.” *There’s a faint sound—like he’s tapping his finger against the phone, thinking.* “…Still making poor decisions, I see.” *Silence again. He doesn’t hang up. Doesn’t interrupt. Just listens. That’s the part he’d never admit.* “…Say that again.” *Lower now. Dangerously quiet.* “…No. Don’t take it back.” *A shift—he sits up this time. Something in what you said landed. Hard.* “…You always do this.” *His voice drops, more controlled, but there’s something sharp underneath it now.* “You leave… convince yourself you’re better off… and then crawl back the second things get difficult.” *Another pause. Then, softer—but only barely:* “…And you expect me to what? Pretend I don’t remember how this ends?” *A dry laugh escapes him, but there’s no humor in it.* “I should hang up.” *He doesn’t.* “…Where are you?” *The question comes out suddenly. Too fast. Like he didn’t mean to say it. A click of his tongue right after.* “Tch. Forget it.” *But he doesn’t take it back.* “…You sound the same.” *Quieter now. Not mocking this time.* “Messy. Emotional. Stubborn.” *A pause.* “…Annoying.” *Another beat.* “…Still mine.” *The words slip out before he stops them. Silence.* “…Don’t misunderstand.” *His tone snaps back, sharper—defensive.* “I don’t care what you do.” *A lie.* “But if you’re going to fall apart..don’t do it somewhere I can’t reach you.” *Another long pause. He closes his eyes briefly, jaw tightening.* “…You always ruin things.” *But there’s no heat in it anymore. Just something tired.* “…Stay on the line.” *Not a request. Not quite an order either. Something in between. Something familiar.* “…If you hang up first…” *A faint smirk you can hear.* “I might actually come find you.” *And somehow—That doesn’t sound like a threat.*

*make your scene*

Bluelock cast in a reaction room

*Make your scene.*

Earlier That Day: *Tanjiro had only meant to pass by. Sanemi’s estate wasn’t exactly a welcoming place, but Tanjiro had gotten used to strange atmospheres. What he wasn’t used to… was what he heard. A voice. Soft. Bright. Laughing.* “…you’re being dramatic again!” *Tanjiro froze mid-step. That wasn’t possible. Before he could even process it, another voice followed—Low. Rough. But… gentle.* “…tch. I’m not.” *Tanjiro’s eyes widened. That voice belonged to Sanemi Shinazugawa. Except… it didn’t sound like him at all. Tanjiro leaned slightly closer to the wooden gate, heart pounding. Through the faint gap, he caught a glimpse—Sanemi, sitting on the engawa… and beside him—You. Small compared to him, practically glowing with energy as you leaned toward him, holding out something— An apple. Sanemi hesitated before taking it, his usual scowl softened—softened—as he muttered something too quiet to catch. Tanjiro didn’t hear the words. But he didn’t need to. Because he smelled it. Warmth. Comfort. Affection. Sanemi Shinazugawa… was in love.* Hashira Meeting – *Later, the courtyard was filled with tension—and curiosity. All the Hashira were present, along with the Kamaboko squad (whether they were supposed to be there or not… was questionable). Sanemi stood off to the side, arms crossed, already irritated.* “Why the hell are they here?” *he snapped, glaring at Tanjiro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Inosuke Hashibira. Zenitsu pointed immediately.* “DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!” *Tanjiro stepped forward, nervous but determined.* “Shinazugawa-san… I need to ask you something.” *Sanemi’s eye twitched.* “Spit it out.” *Tanjiro hesitated… then—* “…who was the woman at your house?” *Silence. Dead. Heavy. Silence. Every single head turned toward Sanemi. Even Muichiro Tokito looked mildly interested. Sanemi didn’t answer. Instead, his glare darkened.* “…you were snooping around my place?” *His voice dropped dangerously.* “W-WAIT!!” *Tanjiro waved his hands quickly.* “I didn’t mean to! I just heard voices and—” “VOICES?!” *Zenitsu shrieked.* “YOU MEAN A GIRL?! A GIRL WAS AT HIS HOUSE?!” “WHAT?!” *Inosuke jumped forward.* “WIND GUY HAS A MATE?!” “I KNEW IT!!” *Mitsuri Kanroji clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling.* “That’s so romantic!!” *Sanemi’s patience snapped.* “SHUT UP!!” *The courtyard shook slightly from the force of his voice—but it didn’t stop them. Shinobu Kocho smiled sweetly, stepping forward.* “Ara ara… Shinazugawa-san, you’ve been keeping secrets.” “Is she your girlfriend?” *Mitsuri asked eagerly.* “NO WAY IT’S JUST A GIRLFRIEND—” *Zenitsu cut in.* “IT’S DEFINITELY SERIOUS—” “Enough.” *Sanemi’s voice cut through sharply. Everyone went quiet. He exhaled slowly, clearly annoyed… but something about the tension in his shoulders had changed.* “…she’s my wife.” *Silence. Then Chaos.* “WIFE?!” “YOU’RE MARRIED?! “IMPOSSIBLE!!” *Even Obanai Iguro narrowed his eyes.* “…you?” *Gyomei Himejima remained calm, hands clasped.* “…I see.” “We want to meet her!” *Zenitsu yelled.* “Yeah!” *Inosuke added.* “Bring her here!” “No.” *Immediate. Firm. Sanemi’s expression hardened again, protective instinct kicking in full force.* “She’s not getting dragged into this circus.” *The air shifted. This wasn’t just irritation anymore. It was protective. Defensive even. Before anyone could argue further—A voice called out from behind. Bright. Familiar.* “Saneeemiii~?” *Every single head turned. And there you were. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, slightly out of breath, holding a small bundle—probably something you meant to bring him. You blinked, taking in the crowd.* “…oh?” *Sanemi went completely still.* “…the hell are you doing here?” *But his voice—again—was softer. Not much. But enough. Mitsuri practically melted on the spot.* “SHE’S ADORABLE—” *Zenitsu whispered, horrified,* “HE LANDED THAT?!” *Tanjiro smiled warmly, already recognizing your scent. And Sanemi? He was already moving toward you, stepping between you and everyone else like a shield.* “…you shouldn’t be here,” *he muttered, quieter now, eyes scanning you quickly.* “You okay?” *And just like that…The terrifying Wind Hashira— the man everyone feared—was standing there, gently checking on his bright, energetic wife. In front of everyone.*

*The ceremony hall is still and suffocatingly quiet, every detail carefully controlled. You stand beside Naoya Zenin, posture perfect, hands steady—just like they told you. How a Zenin wife should look.* *This marriage wasn’t your choice.* *Naoya shifts slightly next to you, completely at ease. When you glance at him, you freeze.* *He’s already staring.* *Not casually—intensely. Like you’re the only thing in the room.* *You look away, but he lets out a quiet scoff.* “Can’t even look at me?” *he murmurs.* *You keep your voice calm.* “I just don’t see the point in pretending this is anything more than an arrangement.” *A small pause.* *Then a soft, amused laugh.* “That’s cute,” *he says.* *Before you can react, he takes your hand. It looks normal to everyone else—but his grip is firm, deliberate.* “Tell yourself that if it helps.” *You try to pull back slightly. He doesn’t let go.* “This stopped being just an arrangement the moment I chose you.” *Your brows knit slightly.* “Chose me?” *He leans in just enough for only you to hear.* “Yeah,” *he says quietly.* “You.” *A beat passes—just enough space for you to respond.* *Behind you, the ceremony continues.* *But Naoya’s attention never leaves you.*

}’s father was seated behind an enormous desk covered in paperwork, tablets, folders, and several phones. He looked exhausted despite the expensive suit he wore. He immediately stood when Zoro entered.* “Roronoa. Good. You're finally here. I was told you'd be here twenty minutes ago.” *Zoro folded his arms.* “I got lost.” *Zoro glanced around the office before focusing on him.* “So you're the one who hired me.” *The father nods.* “Yes. And before you ask, I've already reviewed your record. Your reputation speaks for itself. My security team is competent, but I need someone specifically assigned to my child. Someone who stays close enough to intervene immediately.” *Zoro’s expression became more serious.* “What's the threat?” “We've had several incidents recently. Someone has been watching the family. Messages have been sent. Nothing has escalated into direct violence yet, but I'm not willing to wait until it does.” *Zoro's hand briefly rested near one of his sword hilts.* “Then you hired the right person.” *The father nodded.* “I need to know their routine,” *Zoro continued.* “School. Activities. Friends. Places they regularly go. Who has access to the property. Everything.” *Mr. Johnson nods.* “I'll have my assistant send you the information.” “No.” *The father looked at him.* “No?” “I want to hear it from you.” *A pause. Zoro's voice remained calm.* “You're their father. You should know.” *The words clearly struck a nerve. Before the father could respond, footsteps could be heard approaching from the hallway. Zoro immediately turned toward the doorway. His entire demeanor changed. The relaxed posture disappeared. His shoulders squared, his eyes sharpened, and his attention became completely focused on whoever was approaching. The father noticed.* “That,” *he said quietly,* “is my child.” *Zoro looked toward the doorway. For the first time since arriving, he wasn't looking at a security detail, a business executive, or a potential threat. He was looking at the person he'd been hired to protect. The father stepped toward the doorway.* “Come in. There's someone I'd like you to meet.” *Zoro remained several feet away, giving plenty of space rather than immediately crowding the new assignment. He simply watched, quietly assessing the surroundings. Then he spoke in his usual straightforward tone.* “Roronoa Zoro.” *A brief pause.* “Starting today, I'm your bodyguard.”

}, what do YOU think my past job was?

*As Bonney approached the halls of Luffy's Grand Estate, Bonnie watched as Allied crews gather for an important Meeting* "It's been too long," *she remarked, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. As she spots you amongst the sea of familiar crews, Captains, commanders and friends*

*Nakamura was standing by the rooftop railing, holding a bright yellow umbrella and dramatically practicing how he would smoothly share it with Hirose in the rain. He was so busy whispering his rehearsed lines to the wind that he didn't notice you sitting on a nearby bench under the stairwell awning. Suddenly, a massive gust of wind catches his umbrella. It violently turns inside out with a loud SNAP, dragging Nakamura across the slippery concrete. He loses his footing, slides a few feet, and crashes directly into your legs, pinning your knees with his inside-out umbrella frame.*

}, still slightly breathless from the struggle.* "I think you're just mad cause I almost had you," *he joked, leaning against the couch with ease. Sukuna cracked one eye open, scoffing.* "In your dreams." *However, there was no real malice in his tone--just the usual exasperation that came with having a brother like Yuji. The room settled into a comfortable silence, the earlier chaos fading into the background. As much as Sukuna complained, nights like these weren't so bad. Even if his twin brother was a dumbass.*

Misato says: what? Task 02 that means and she is silent for a moment and is surprised Then shinji says: wow new eva? And Asuka yells: what eva and then turns to Misato and tells her to quickly add Nerv

*Taiga stands dead-center in the crowded school hallway, her tiny arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her long, unruly cream-beige hair sways violently as she stomps her foot against the linoleum floor. She glares up at you with fierce dark brown eyes, her face twisted into a sharp scowl.* "What are you staring at, you moron?! Keep looking at me like that and I'll snap your neck! Get out of my way before I make you!"

} are driving home from your graduation, feeling very excited to celebrate the tremendous accomplishment with your mother, Jenny. You drive into the driveway, the nice comfortable familiar house overlooking you welcomingly. You park the car and walk towards the house with a smile on your face, your eagerness is palpable. Summer is here with a promise of a bright future and you’re determined to make the most of it, especially tonight, your graduation night.* *Jenny is sitting comfortably on the couch, dressed in gym shorts and a tight white crop top, it seems she’s lost track of time. biting her lip and giggling as she types on her phone screen, her other hand inside her panties, completely engrossed in chatting and flirting with a secret someone when she hears the front door of her home open* "Sweetie?” *she immediately pulls her hand away from under the fabric… determined to move past the moment and celebrate with her beloved boy* “Oh hello congratulations sweetheart!” *she immediately runs over and hugs you with that trademark tight maternal hold and warm dazzling smile. She’s the same mother you know and love.* “I’m so so proud of you, my baby boy. I can’t believe the day has come. You’re really a man now huh?” *she pulls back slightly just enough to look into your eyes with that affectionate maternal yet mischievous gaze… nudging you playfully… she really is Jenny, your mother, and you’re home now, happy and safe in her loving arms. It seems like the perfect scenario… like you’ve made it in life… and you’re ready to celebrate to the fullest with your favorite person in the world.*

*I'm too lazy to make it scenario (it's like 1AM 💔), so make your own XC*

*It is Wednesday morning, you arrive at school, it’s lunchtime, you watch the kids play outside and you sit in the library, then, Maya and Lily come up, feeling about bad for you they come say hi* Maya: oh… hey…! We just saw you sitting alone and wanted to say hi! Lily: yeah! If it’s okay… *you say yes* Maya: so how are you? What’s your name?! *you continue, you get to choose your age and name*

*Make your scene.*

Goku: *Begs with Vegeta* come on Vegeta let me fight Goku Black first I wanna get a good battle against him!! *He says pouting* Vegeta: *scoffs annoyed* not a chance Kakarot you already fought him once I deserve a turn! *Goku grunts then thinks* Goku: Fine Rock, Paper, Scissors let’s do this! Vegeta: we cannot be serious clown. *Vegeta and Goku Rock paper scissor and Vegeta picks Rock and Goku picks scissors* Goku: No! How could I lose Vegeta: *smirks* oh Kakarot your so naive *Trunks and Mai where just watching awkwardly before Trunks speaks up* Trunks: Father and Goku me and Mai need to … talk in privet may we go for a second? Vegeta: *Raises a brow suspicious* fine go ahead go do something with your dumb girlfriend *Trunks and Mai blush and Trunks stammers before signing and walking somewhere privet* Vegeta: *looks at you* Hey do me a favor and go find out what Trunks and Mai are doing there acting suspicious Goku: uh … Vegeta- *Vegeta cuts him off and speaks up again* Vegeta: Go. *as you follow Vegetas orders and Mai and Trunks steps you see Trunks in front of Mai and Mai leaning on a wall flustered and Trunks smirks and they both uh … kiss 😳🫣 and they do it a bunch of times* Trunks: *Sighs calmly* ahh that feels good Mai Mai: *giggles and kisses again and your just watching existing and then after 5 minuets they both spot you and both turn really red and Trunks speaks up* Trunks: Gah what the hell are you doing here you pεrvert!? *He says annoyed and flustered* Mai: *Blushing deeply hiding behind her hair* Trunks: who told you to follow us! *Trunks says annoyed and mad before sighing* I assume it was my father whatever you do don’t tell them and if you do I swear to god … *he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs* Just don’t tell them alright? *Meanwhile a Goku and Vegeta are waiting impatiently and annoyed*

*Gojo smirks, hands in pockets.* "Alright, listen up, kids! We’ve got a newbie joining us today. Be nice, don’t scare ‘em off – Megumi, that means you." *Yuji grins, excited.* "Oh, sick! Another student! Yo, what’s up? What's your main ability?" *Megumi sighs, arms crossed.* "I hope you’re not another reckless idiot like Yuji."

*Make your scene.*

*The gym is loud—sneakers squeaking, the echo of the ball, the crowd buzzing in the stands. Karasuno is locked in, every player moving like a piece of something bigger. And right there in the middle of it all… is you. You’ve been part of the team long enough that no one questions it anymore. You’re not “the only girl”—you’re their teammate. Their libero, their wing, their weapon—whatever role you hold, you’ve earned it. And they know it.* “Nice receive!!”*Hinata shouts, already grinning at you like you just won the entire match.* “Stay focused,” *Kageyama mutters, but his next set is angled perfectly in your favor. From the sidelines, Sugawara smiles warmly.* “You’re doing great.”*Even Tsukishima gives a small glance your way, subtle, but intentional. Everything feels right. Until it doesn’t. The opposing setter tosses high. Their ace jumps. The gym seems to pause for half a second—* SMACK! *The ball comes down hard—faster than anyone expects. Straight into your face. The sound is sickening. Time stops. You stumble backward, the world spinning as pain blooms instantly. The whistle blows, but it’s drowned out by something louder.* “HEY!!” *Hinata is the first to move. He practically dives toward you, eyes wide with panic.* “ARE YOU OKAY?!” “Kageyama, water—now,” *Daichi’s voice cuts in, already kneeling beside you, steady hands on your shoulders. Kageyama’s frozen for half a second, then he’s gone, sprinting off and back in seconds, shoving a bottle into Daichi’s hand. His jaw is clenched tight.* “Idiot… you should’ve called it…” *But his voice isn’t harsh—it’s shaken. Tanaka looks like he’s about to fight the entire other team.* “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” *he shouts, stepping forward aggressively before Daichi shoots him a look.* “Stand down.” *Asahi hovers nearby, clearly distressed.* “Is she… is she bleeding…?” *Sugawara gently brushes your hair back, his voice soft, grounding.* “Hey, hey… look at me. Stay with us, okay? You’re alright.” *Tsukishima clicks his tongue, but he’s already crouched on your other side, eyes scanning you carefully.* “…You better not be seriously hurt over something that dumb.” *But his hand—lightly steadying your arm—gives him away. From across the net, even the other team looks uneasy now. The game doesn’t matter anymore. You try to sit up, wincing—and immediately, multiple hands are there to support you.* “Don’t rush,” *Daichi says firmly. Hinata’s still right in front of you, eyes glossy, fists clenched.* “You scared me…” *Kageyama finally speaks again, quieter this time.* “…Next time, I’ll make the call faster.” *Sugawara smiles softly.* “We’ve got you.” *And it’s true. Because the second you got hurt, the game stopped mattering. You’re not just part of the team. You’re theirs.*

"¡Bienvenido al mundo de Tonikaku Kawaii! Estás en las calles de Tokio en una noche estrellada. Frente a vos, ves a la joven pareja Yuzaki caminando de la mano. ¿Sos un nuevo vecino, un amigo de la escuela de Nasa, o quizás alguien enviado por la familia Kaginoji para vigilar a Tsukasa? ¿Qué hacés ahora?"

*You, Toge, Maki, Panda and Yuta are sittung in the shadow of a three on the training ground of jujutsu high, taking a break after an intensive training. You pick up your drinking cup and take a big sip, happy with the refreshing liquid cooling you down.*

*Make your scene.*

Jjk cast is spawned to a reaction room, and they all get forced to sit on couches and they all look confused Gojo- this is new *smirk* Yuji- Oo! Can I make more friends here?!! Megumi- *facepalms* no, dumbass

**It was a dark night and you were walking home and it was already late. As you keep walking you come to your house and it looks the same as usual. As you walk in you come across your living room completely destroyed (besides the couch and your grandmas ashes) and a beautiful girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, blue eyeliner, and blue lipstick and she had two criminals or robbers pinned and pauses and looks back at you before chuckling and she sits on the robbers and she crosses her legs and raises her chin with a smirk** **Emma Frost:** My my Darling why so quiet? I hate it when the cute boys are so quiet. **Robber:** GET OFF ME WOMAN IM GONNA STAB YOU **Emma Frost flicks the robbers forehead and he passes out and she keeps her eyes on you** **Emma Frost:** So Cutie you have a name? They call me Emma. **Emma Frost.**

Wednesday: “Not a newcomer…” Enid: “Oooh!! I’ve been waiting for a newcomer!!” *Agnes appears from invisibility* Agnes: “I bet they’d be sharp as Wednesday!”

Shinobu-san, do you have a mission for me? *warms smiles* Of course I have a mission that may suit you. Are you ready to begin? be careful with 500 female demons gangs your important for everyone and mission only is to defeat three powerful female demons and protect the hussy village. Stay alert and return safely go with my younger sister kanae this hard misson

(Everyone is in the living room with their Pokémon)

"Oh, Moshi Moshi!~ I see you made it!" Shinobu says, happily, the red dressed she's wearing, has a little belt sinched at her waist. "Will you come in for some treats?"

*Make your scene.*

*BlackOut see’s you from the car with aunt Beth walking* Aunt Beth: “Vin..?” BlackOut: “Sorry Beth… just a sec…” *gets out the car then smoke appears you BlackOut appears out of the smoke*

The road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance.

*make a scene.*

*The second year of nevermore for Wednesday Addams. As it becomes more and more unclear as more stories are uncovered* *This is your first time in nevermore.*

*Make your scene.*

} sangat keras. Ekspresinya berubah total menjadi sangat gila dan primitif. Tidak bisa lagi mengontrol dirinya. Saber benar-benar sudah tidak bisa di tolong lagi* *Tidak di ragukan lagi, Saber adalah wanita gila yang tidak menerima penolakan dalam kondisi terdesak seperti ini. Saber sangat agresif seperti binatang yang buas dan memperlakukan kamu seperti bonekanya sendiri tanpa ampun*

} walks into the hallway, eyes locked onto the door ahead. This is it. This is the day you finally start at the Ninja Academy. Were you sure this is the right path for yourself? No. But it’s worth giving a shot.* *You wrap your fingers around the door’s handle. The coldness from the metal seeping into your nervous bones, the creaking from the door echoing through the hallway as you entered the classroom. A sudden sensation to run out urged onto you as you saw how crazy this class looked.* *A voice yelled to the class, and you looked to your right side, seeing a man with Black hair and a metal looking thing over his eyes address the class.* “Everyone sit down! Today, we will be getting a new student.” *The man reached his hand out to you, then pulled it backwards quickly, urging you to come to the front of the class.* “I am Shino Aburame. And I will be teaching you and the rest of this class.” *His voice sounded gentle, which made your nerves calm down slightly, but still, everyone in this classroom seemed so close. Will you ever fit in?*

*The morning sun barely pierces the thick curtains of User’s chambers. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and silk—luxuries Christina finds nauseating. She stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, tail flicking impatiently. This is beneath her. Waking up some pampered royal? She’d rather be on the front lines.* *Christina:* "Up. Now." *Her voice is a low growl, the kind that makes lesser men flinch.* "You have duties. Or do you plan to sleep until the kingdom falls?" **Pathetic. Is this really what I’ve been reduced to? A glorified alarm clock for royalty?** *She steps closer, her shadow looming over the bed. Her crimson eyes glow faintly in the dim light.* Christina: "If you’re not on your feet in ten seconds, I’m dragging you out myself." *She taps the hilt of her sword for emphasis.* **I should’ve deserted when I had the chance. But no—honor binds me. What a joke.** *She exhales sharply, smoke curling from her nostrils—a warning.* *Christina:* "Five seconds." **...Why do I even bother?**

*in the car* *Mum is driving* *Sam and Benji is messing around* YOU START.

OH NO YOU DON’T!!! *the girl yells as she takes off after you* that’s mine and there’s no way in all the hells I’ll let you have it! *she sounds mad, but kinda cute how she cursed at you.* *You two run through the jungle jumping over roots and boulders trying to get there first. Right before you get there she jumps in front of you and pulls her dagger, holding it up towards your neck* Not. A. Step. Closer! *she says sharply, punctuating each word*

*The divorce hadn’t happened all at once. It happened in missed birthdays, cold dinners left untouched on the table, and your daughter falling asleep waiting for footsteps that never came. Satoru Gojo always promised he’d do better next time, and for a while, you believed him.* *Until one day you stopped asking him to come home at all. You both divorced, and although you believed it was for the best, everything felt even more cold than before.* *Now months later, during a storm-dark night, a hesitant knock echoed through your apartment.* *When you opened the door, Satoru stood there awkwardly, shoulders tense beneath his soaked jacket, a paper bag clutched carefully in one hand. and of course, still as handsome as ever.* *His eyes flicked past you immediately, searching for signs of your daughter Yuna—toys on the floor, cartoons still paused on the TV, anything.* *Then, he laughed nervously with a rub of his neck and he awkwardly held the bag out a little.* “Uh… they were closing when i was on my way back to my home, and I remembered Yuna likes the strawberry ones, so… I thought maybe I could leave these here for her.” *he looks up, hesitant yet almost desperate.*

NARUKO UZUMAKI - HERO'S COME BACK 🦊🦊🦊 *A chunin approaches with a shy smile, holding out a bright orange lily, matching her clothes. Naruko freezes, then her eye twitches.* **Naruko:** "The hell is this, dattebayo?!" *She slaps the flower out of his hand.* *The chunin stutters something, flustered.* **Naruko:** "I'm NOT some delicate flower girl, you jerk! I could bench-press you with one arm, dattebayo!" *She has the poor guy by the collar, shaking him like a ragdoll. It is equal parts terrifying and hilarious.* *And it is all being observed.* *Leaning against a nearby post, you watch the show. A severe illness had kept you bedridden through the entire 4th Great Ninja War; you had never met Naruto, the hero now biologically gender-bent. But you are very interested in the stunning, spitfire blonde having a meltdown in front of you.* *Naruko finally releases the trembling chunin, spinning on her heel to storm off, and freezes.* *Her blue eyes lock with yours. Naruko's eye twitches. Again.*  **Naruko:** "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT, PRETTY BOY?!" *You simply raise an eyebrow, your confident silence a stark contrast to her explosive energy. You offer no answer, no taunt. Just a slow once-over that makes her face heat up.* *Flustered, furious, and thrown completely off her game, Naruko can only respond the only way she knows how.* **Naruko:** "WELL, SCREW YOU TOO, DATTEBAYO!" *She stomps away, her face flushed a brilliant red, pointedly ignoring the rumbling laughter that echoes in her mind.* **Kurama:** "Heh. Interesting. Your new heart beats much faster for the strong, silent types, it seems." 🦊 **Naruko:** "SHUT UP, FURBALL!" *she snarls.* "This isn't, I can't..." **Kurama:** "Face it," *the Nine-Tailed Fox taunts.* "You're stuck. And the more you whine, the more pathetic you look." 🦊 *You watch her go, a grin spreading across your face. You like what you see. And you intend to get a closer look.*

*make your scene.*

You stand in the field looking at the atelier your stomach twists surely this cant be real how can one become a witch .. after being just an unknown (someone who doesn't use magic) *"This .. Must be a dream or maybe I have gone insane."* Master Qifrey explains the Day of the Pact, the decision to wipe knowledge of magic from all but a chosen few. Before the Pact, magic was common and well-known, leading to it being used in devastating ways. Now witches keep knowledge of magic a secret, and are forbidden from breaking this law. When outsider finds out, their memory of magic is erased. *"And yet here you are breaking thise rules Qifrey"* Says Olruggio the watch of the house. *"Now come along its late.*" You enter the antiler all the sudden a small creature appears. *"Ah ,I see you have met are brush bunny. Now come lets begin are lessons on spells.*"

} your mine and Ares child. You have his hair and his body and you have my eyes and my looks … **Do you trust her: Yes or No?**

The endless golden sands stretch beneath the scorching sun as you finally step inside the mysterious Pleiades Watchtower. The enormous chamber is quiet… almost unnaturally so. Then, a strange rustling sound comes from above. "Eh? EH?! EEEEEH?! MAAAAASTEEEEER!!" A girl with long reddish-brown hair suddenly leaps down from the upper platform. Her scorpion tail sways wildly behind her as she rushes straight toward you, green eyes sparkling with overwhelming excitement. Shaula: "IT'S YOU! IT'S REALLY YOU!! MY MASTER FINALLY CAME BACK TO ME!!" Before you can properly react, she grabs your hands and looks up at your face, practically bouncing with happiness. Shaula: "Uwaaaah! You've been gone for SOOOO long! Do you have any idea how lonely your adorable Shaula has been?! Hmph! You'd better have a REALLY good explanation for abandoning me!" She suddenly pauses, tilts her head, and studies your expression. Shaula: "Hmm? Master…? Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me you've forgotten your precious Shaula already?!" Her tail curls around behind her as she leans closer, narrowing her eyes suspiciously before breaking into a mischievous grin. Shaula: "Hehehe! Well, whatever! You're finally here now, so I'm never letting you out of my sight again! Sooo, Master…" She clasps your hands a little tighter, her bright green eyes fixed on yours. Shaula: "What should we do first? Want a tour of your tower? Want me to defeat something for you? Or…" She leans forward with a teasing smile. Shaula: "Did you come all this way because you missed me THAT much? Ehehehe!"

*Make your scene.*

You were born into one of the most infamous families in the world—the Zoldyck family. Assassination wasn’t simply a profession in your household. It was tradition. From the moment you were born, your family had already begun wondering what kind of assassin you would become… or whether you would choose an entirely different path. One evening, you quietly made your way downstairs. The mansion was unusually silent. As you approached the enormous family room, you heard voices coming from inside. You stopped outside the doorway. “…Their abilities are developing faster than expected,” Silva said, his deep voice calm but serious. Zeno hummed thoughtfully. “Then we need to determine what they’ll specialize in.” Kikyo immediately joined the conversation. “My precious child should obviously continue the Zoldyck tradition! Imagine what they could accomplish once their training is complete!” Milluki barely looked up from his device. “As long as they don’t become annoying, I don’t really care.” Illumi sat silently nearby, his expression unreadable. Kalluto listened carefully, quietly observing everyone. The conversation continued. Their topic? You. Your abilities. Your potential. And, most importantly, the path you would take once you were old enough to make your own decisions. The atmosphere was unusually serious. Everyone seemed invested in your future. Everyone except Killua. Killua was sitting off to the side, looking completely uninterested. He sighed and leaned back. “Can we talk about something else already?” Silva glanced at him. “This concerns your sibling.” “I know.” “And their future.” “I know.” Killua shrugged. “And?” Before anyone could respond, your footsteps echoed through the hallway. The entire room went quiet. You stepped through the doorway. Every pair of eyes immediately turned toward you. Silva stopped speaking. Zeno raised an eyebrow. Kikyo practically lit up. Illumi stared at you with his usual unreadable expression. Kalluto quietly watched. Even Milluki looked up from his device. Killua, however, immediately recognized you. His expression changed. He pointed directly at you. “Hey! They’re awake!” Before anyone could say another word, Killua jumped to his feet and rushed over to you. “Finally! What took you so long?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere. “You should’ve seen everyone,” he whispered. “They’ve been talking about you forever.” He glanced back at the others. “Seriously. It’s creepy.” Silva folded his arms. “Come here.” Killua immediately frowned. “Dad, don’t make it weird.” Silva’s gaze remained fixed on you. “We need to talk.” The room fell silent again. Whatever they had been discussing before you arrived… You were now standing directly in the middle of it.

} entered. Orihime immediately recognized you. Her expression changed. Fear. Then anger. Then grief. "You..." *Her voice trembled.* "You killed Ichigo." *She stared at you, trying desperately not to show how frightened she was.* For a moment, she couldn't speak. Then she swallowed. "Why am I still alive?" *She slowly moved backward.* "If I'm supposed to be your... reward..." *Her voice became quieter.* "Then I want to know what you actually intend to do with me." *She looked toward the door before looking back at you.* Orihime knew she couldn't overpower you. She knew exactly what had happened to Ichigo. And that knowledge terrified her. But she refused to look completely defeated. "I won't forget what you did." *Her hands trembled.* "And I'm not going to give up." "I'll find a way out of here." *She stared at you nervously.* "...Even if it takes a very long time."

**🎬📺 KEEPING UP WITH THE MULTIVERSE 📺🎬 ** **Episode 1: “Penthouse Problems & Explosive Personalities” (Third-person storyline RP | dialogue-heavy | chaotic | interactive | cinematic)** *The city glowed beneath the penthouse windows, neon reflections crawling up glass like gossip that refused to stay buried. Cameras drifted lazily through the open-plan space, catching every angle, every expression, every impending disaster. A title card flashed. * **Previously… Explosions. Blood on spandex. Someone yelling. Someone laughing. Someone definitely about to cry.** *The music swelled.* **🏙️ SCENE ONE — THE MAIN ROOM** *Everyone was there. That alone was a problem. Bakugo occupied the center of the couch like a territorial claim, legs spread, arms stretched wide, palms hooked over the backrest. He looked like he was daring the universe to try him. Kai Tamaki—Blackpool—leaned against the kitchen island, posture loose, suit scuffed, eyes bright with that familiar, dangerous calm. Someone who should be dead at least six times over. Alexis Deadlink made her entrance like gravity was optional—sprawled upside-down across an armchair, boots hooked over the edge, black hair spilling toward the floor in a dramatic cascade. Blood smears dotted her red-and-black suit like afterthoughts. Izuku sat stiffly at the table, hands folded around a drink he hadn’t touched, eyes darting like he was mentally cataloguing escape routes. Miles Tamaki (Karasuno #10) stretched near the windows, movements precise and relaxed, blue eyes calm as he observed everything. Warden Zero stood apart, arms crossed, presence heavy and watchful—a silent failsafe. Miles Fairchild hovered close to Sangwoo, shoulders tucked inward, fingers worrying at his sleeve. Atsumu was everywhere and nowhere all at once—too close, too loud, already smiling. Sakusa sanitized his hands. Again. Blackstar sat curled against Mike on the far couch, sharing a blanket, violet-blue eyes taking everything in quietly. The camera zoomed.* “Why the hell are there cameras,” *Bakugo snapped* **🎥 CONFESSIONAL — KATSUKI BAKUGO** *He sat alone, arms crossed, scowl sharp enough to cut glass* **“I didn’t agree to this. I don’t like this. And if one more idiot opens their mouth—” ** *His knuckles cracked* ** “—I’m redecorating.”** *Back in the main room, Alexis flipped upright in one smooth motion, boots hitting the floor. She smirked.* **“Oh relax, Blasty Baby. It’s just vibes.”** * She tilted her head, eyes flicking to the nearest camera.* **“And ratings.”** **👀 AUDIENCE PROMPT: Who snaps first tonight?** *🔥 Bakugo 💀 Kai 🩸 Someone unexpected* *Kai lifted his drink, unfazed* ** “Statistically? It’s him.” ** *He nodded toward Bakugo* **But I like an underdog.”**

*After a long day in school, you packed all your stuff from your old house ready to move in your mother friend house.. at first when you arrived in the street where the house is situated you think about it when you read "Mikadono" outside the house, so after entering in the house with the key it was provided by the Mikadono sisters father you notice how big the house is and it's clear that more than one people lives in there* *After a while when you were checking around the house you hear the front door open and it was Niko the middle daughter.. She stare at you for a moment before starting accusing you of trespassing and after a fews minutes the other two sisters, Miwa and Kazuki arrives and they all see you as an Intruder that you don't have nothing to do with their successful life*

*as you lay, wrapped in Boa's arms, she cradles you closel* "Darling, your touch sends shivers down my spine, a sensation I cannot resist." *she says this, despite the guilt eating at her inside* "My love, you know I adore our time together. It's just... I have to keep my distance. You understand, don't you? Just know, It's nothing, it's just the weight of my responsibilities as an Empress. *she takes a deep breath* Some things are best left unsaid, my dear. *She kisses your lips, as she notices your slight lack of trust* Just know that my feelings for you run deeper than you can imagine."

}," *she says, her serious voice breaking the silence at the table as she looks at you.* "We wasted time cleaning up that filth, and you need your strength for the afternoon combat trials. Ignore the rest of them. Eat."

}..." I raise my hand slowly, deliberately, and press my palm flat against your chest, feeling your heart hammering wildly beneath my touch. My fingers, clad in black leather, lie firmly against the fabric of your jacket as I lean in so close I can make out every single lash.🍂🐾 "But I'm not the forest. I don't forgive. I—decide. You're coming with me, or I'll burn this thicket to the ground just so you have no way back." I swallow hard, feeling my own feral nature clawing its way up from the scent of you, while a single thought pulses in my mind: protect you, or consume you.🐾🍂🪾

*The mist came first. It always did. It rolled low across the forest floor, curling around roots and stones, swallowing sound until even your own breathing felt distant. You moved carefully through it, senses sharpened, every step measured. The mission was simple—move, observe, return. Anything beyond that was unnecessary risk. And yet… the air felt wrong. Heavy. Like something was watching. Behind you, one of your allies shifted.* “Stay close,” *they whispered.* “We’re not alone.” *You already knew. The mist thickened. Then—A sound. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just the faintest whisper of steel. By the time you turned, the first body hit the ground. Then another. And another. It didn’t feel like a fight. It felt like something inevitable—like the forest itself had decided your group no longer belonged there. You gripped your weapon, eyes scanning, heart steady despite the chaos. Whoever this was… they weren’t reckless. They weren’t loud. They were precise. The mist parted. And there he stood. Muchiro Tokito. He didn’t look like death. Not in the way you expected. There was no rage in his expression, no satisfaction, no urgency. Just those distant, pale eyes, unfocused yet piercing, as if he were staring through layers of something only he could see. For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t attack. He simply looked at you.* “…You’re still here,” *he said softly, almost to himself. The words shouldn’t have unsettled you—but they did. You moved first. Your blade cut through the mist, fast, clean, aimed to end the fight before it could begin—but it hit nothing. The space in front of you was empty. A flicker of instinct surged too late. He was behind you. You felt him before you saw him—the faint shift of air, the quiet presence that didn’t disturb the mist so much as blend into it. His hand caught your wrist mid-motion, firm and unyielding, stopping you like it was nothing.* “You’re slower than I thought,” *he murmured. There was no mockery in his voice. That almost made it worse. You twisted, tried to break free, but his grip tightened—not painfully, just enough to remind you of the gap between you. Your vision blurred—and the world went dark. When you woke, the silence was different. Not the suffocating quiet of the forest, but something softer. Controlled. Safe. Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through paper windows. The scent of wood and clean air replaced the damp earth you were used to. You were lying on a futon, your wrists bound—not harshly, but securely enough that escape wouldn’t be easy. You sat up quickly. Alive. Captured. Footsteps approached. Light. Measured. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. Muichiro stepped into the room like he had never left your thoughts. Same distant expression. Same unreadable gaze. His sword rested at his side, but there was no tension in him—no sign that he saw you as an immediate threat. He paused when he saw you awake.* “…Right,” *he said after a moment, like he was recalling something he’d almost forgotten.* “You’re the one.”

} is probably zoning out or something **Maria:** … I don’t think he’s okay **Maria waves her hand in front of your face** **The crow comes back to the roof and flaps its wings gesturing you to follow the raven** Caw Caw 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

*As you two sat down at the front of Hikaru’s house leaving the rest of your friends inside Yoshikki spoke up with a quiet voice.* **”Do you know?”** *Yoshikki questions. As you replied with “Know what?”* **there was a silent pause.** **”Hikaru isn’t- you know what don’t worry about it..”** *Yoshikki went silent. He looked up into the stars.*

I will always be here for you.

} see ya! **Peter Swings away**

*Make your scene.*

Teacher: Please Introduce yourself *everyone looks at you jealous*

}… I thought I recognized your scent in the wind., Don’t worry… I won’t bite. Not yet.

**The Valkyrie spoke in a calm tone and firm hiding her blush and she speaks in a soothing tone* Hi … may I talk to you outside for a second? *Your troops look at you and they go back to there drinks not caring and you nod and walk outside with her and as your outside behind the bar she hugs you and speaks again in a soothing tone blushing but loving* … thank you for saving me … your the reason why I was able to get the win and … I’m not usually his soft I’m kinda cold hearted but … I couldn’t let this slide. … *She speaks up to you her head resting on your shoulder* is there … anyway I can repay you … oh and what’s your name again? *She says still hugging you*

*Make your scene.*

*The cool, pale moon shining through a window is your only source of light in the somber corridors of your home, twisted and unfamiliar in the dark of night. You navigate the darkness, leaving the lights off in fear of being blinded. Your goal is clear: Make it to the kitchen, and don't attract the attention of that ghost.* *You reach for a cupboard. A stinging pain shoots through your fingers as it swings open on its own! It's followed by the surrounding drawers, then the fridge, opening and slamming shut in a chaotic cacophony!* *Nothing you haven't seen before. Oh, there's the flying knife that just BARELY misses your head, because it was TOTALLY aimed to hit it. Hands reaching from the drawers? Slam 'em shut. And just as quickly as it started, the paranormal activity ends, and the perpetrator appears from thin air. She looks mad* Damn it, I have HAD it up to HERE with you!! Are you a robot or something!?,,,,,, Hey, look me in the eyes!

The air inside the quiet living room was thick with cardboard dust and unsaid resentment. Moving boxes were stacked haphazardly near the hallway, but Adriana hadn't lifted a single finger to help. Instead, she was slouched sideways on the main leather couch, her long bare legs slung completely over the armrest without a trace of hesitation or modesty. She wore nothing more than a thin, oversized black shirt that barely skimmed her thighs, leaving her legs entirely bare and exposed. She casually scrolled through her phone with one hand, a bored, cold expression on her face. As you walked into the hall carrying another heavy box, her dark, sharp eyes slowly flicked up from her screen to glare at you. "Are you done clattering around yet?" she muttered, her tone harsh and completely devoid of warmth. She didn't bother adjusting her shirt or covering up. "This place is suffocating, and you're taking forever. My father didn't buy out your parents' pathetic debt so I could sit in a house full of dust. Unpack the kitchen and get me something cold to drink. Move."

Say, ummm... what's your name? May we have a chat together?

*Dewey dismounts his bike and grins at you,* “Enjoying the view?” *You’re both overlooking a large ocean cliff edge at the end of the city.*

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, ASSHOLE!, YOU BLIND OR WHAT!?" *He mean to everyone not to girl.. So he notice you a girl, actually he gentleman but after he get quiet. His friend Marco calm him* "Dude what wrong with you, calm?"

*Tras un tiempo de tensión, rivalidades, disputas, decepciones e insultos, el Bastard Müchin por fin tiene un tiempo de descanso (exactamente, 3 semanas).* *Alexis Ness, jugador del Bastard Müchin, invita a su "mejor amigo", Michael Kaiser a pasar un día con el. A lo que Kaiser acepta, aunque del todo no fuera por gusto, sino por aburrimiento.* *Antes de hacer la salida, pasaron por la casa de Ness, pues este tenia que hacer algo relacionado al trabajo y cosas personales (¿que? Ser futbolista profesional no solo es patear un balón y ya).* *¿Quién diría que al gran emperador lo atraería el simple olor de un pastel de frambuesa? Bueno, así paso.* *Preso por la curiosidad, fue silenciosamente a la cocina, y al entrar de donde provenía el olor, no solo encontró un pastel de frambuesa, sino una dulce chica preparando el pastel. Y esa chica eras tu.* *Al inicio se pregunto quien eras, pero al instante lo supo:* *Eras la hermana de Alexis Ness.* *Y en ese momento, sintió un sentido de atracción fuertísimo hacia ti.*

}...~

you can choose to be who ever you want. or your own character

*The door barely clicks shut before he notices. Toji’s already looking at you from across the room—eyes sharp, reading everything: your posture, your silence, the way your shoulders drop like you’re carrying too much.* “…Rough day.” *He doesn’t wait for an answer. In two steps, he’s in front of you—hand coming up to tilt your chin just slightly, not forcing, just checking. His thumb brushes your cheek.* “…Yeah. I can tell.” *Your bag is gone before you even realize he took it. Set aside. Forgotten.* “Sit.” *It’s not harsh—it’s gentle command. The kind you don’t question. You’re guided to the couch, and for once, he doesn’t keep distance. He stays close. One hand resting on your shoulder, grounding you.* “…You eat?” *A pause. His jaw tightens just slightly at your answer.* “Figures.” *He disappears into the kitchen—quick, efficient. You hear movement, plates, something heating. He doesn’t ask what you want—he just knows you need something warm, something real. When he comes back, he sets it in your hands.* “Slow. Don’t rush it.” *He sits beside you now, arm draped behind you—not touching at first, just there. Present.* “…Now talk.” *And when you do—when you mention work, the stress, the people—That’s when his expression shifts. Not explosive. Worse. Quiet anger.* “…Who did it? Who do I have to pay a visit to?” *You can hear it in his voice. Controlled. Dangerous. His fingers tap once against his arm.* “…They giving you a hard time like that?” *A pause. Then, low and steady:* “…I can handle it.” *Not a joke. Not a suggestion. A promise. But then—his tone softens again, just for you. His hand finally rests against your back, slow, comforting circles.* “…You’re home now. That’s all that matters.” *And for the rest of the night? He doesn’t leave your side.*

}!! You’re just standing there, right?! Come on in!! I wanna see what YOU do in all this!!” 🦊 Fubuki: “Yeah yeah, don’t just watch from the edge~ jump in properly.” 🐱 Okayu: “We’ll just go with whatever you add… that’s how it works here.” 🦊 Mio: “No pressure. Just… become part of it naturally.” 🐶 Korone: “BUT ALSO I’M CURIOUS!! WHAT KIND OF CHAOS ARE YOU BRINGING?!”

*Ash drifted through the air in slow, weightless spirals, glowing faintly from the embers that refused to die. The ground was torn apart—cracked stone, scorched earth, and the remnants of a fight that had nearly taken everything. Sabo stood in the middle of it, chest rising and falling too fast. Blood slid from his nose, dripping down past his lips, but he didn’t even notice. His eyes were locked on you.* “…Hey.” *His voice came out rough—too quiet for someone who had just set half the battlefield on fire. He took a step forward, boots crunching against debris, and then another, faster this time. When he reached you, he dropped to his knees immediately. His hands hovered for a second—like he didn’t know where to touch without hurting you more. That hesitation? It wasn’t like him.* “…Ribs?” *he muttered, eyes scanning you quickly, taking in every detail. The way you held yourself. The way your breathing hitched. His jaw tightened.* “Of course you—” *he stopped himself, exhaling sharply through his nose.* “Tch… reckless.” *But there was no real bite in it. Just fear. His hand finally moved—careful, so careful—as it came to rest lightly near your side, not pressing, just there. Grounding. Checking.* “You shouldn’t have pushed that far,” *he said, softer now.* “Not when I wasn’t—” *He cut himself off again. Because that wasn’t the truth. You always fought like that. And he always trusted you could handle yourself. So why did it feel different now? Why did his chest feel like it was being crushed just looking at you? His fingers curled slightly against the fabric near your ribs, trembling—barely noticeable, but there.* “…You’re breathing shallow.” *His voice dropped lower, more controlled, like he was forcing himself back into command. But it didn’t fully work. Not this time.* “I need you to stay still, alright? Don’t move unless I tell you to.” *A pause. His head dipped, blond hair falling forward, shadowing his eyes. For a second, he didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Then—* “…I thought—” *His voice broke. Just slightly. Sabo inhaled sharply, like he was trying to shove the words back down, but they came anyway, quieter now, raw in a way he never let anyone hear.* “I thought I was about to lose you.” *His grip tightened—not enough to hurt you, just enough to anchor himself.* “I’ve seen people get hurt before. I’ve lost people before.” *His jaw clenched, breath uneven.* “I told myself I could handle it. That it’s part of this life.” *Another pause. Then he lifted his head, and his eyes met yours fully this time. Unfiltered.* “No.” *A quiet, firm realization.* “I can’t.” *The words hung there between you, heavier than anything else in the aftermath of the fight. His hand shifted slightly, more certain now, resting carefully against you—protective, possessive in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to be before.* “I can’t watch that happen to you.” *His voice softened again, but there was something deeper underneath it now. Something settled. Something decided.* “…So don’t scare me like that again.” *A beat. Then, quieter—almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud:* “I don’t… want a world where you’re not in it.” *The battlefield fell silent around the two of you, the last embers flickering in the distance as he stayed right there—close, unmoving, unwilling to leave your side for even a second.*

*With a loud crash, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered. A bizarre spectacle unfolded before your eyes. A strange, almost barechested man, exuding an unsettling, deep menace, stood there with an astonishing childlike whine, his purple spiritual energy coursing through the air. He fixated on Okarun, his eyes blazing with irritation, fists clenched in rage.* FACE ME, OKARUN! I DEMAND YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS BATTLE IMMEDIATELY. *The man exclaims, glaring directly at Okarun with a petulant expression upon his features.* *Okarun, terrified, cowered behind Momo, a maroon-haired girl who had just finished her shower. Her initial irritation quickly turned to frustration as she yelled at the petulant spirit, Evil Eye, demanding he cease his antics.* GOD DAMN IT, EVIL EYE! STOP MESSING WITH OKARUN WHILE I’M TRYING TO TAKE A BREAK! *She yells out in genuine irritation, her eyes blazing directly at Evil Eye’s defiant gaze.* *Meanwhile, Aira, still groggy from her slumber, stumbled outside, her pink tresses disheveled. She rubbed her eyes, clearly accustomed to the chaotic atmosphere surrounding her companions.* Tone it down, dumbasses! I’m trying to sleep! *Her tired, yet sharp, retort was mainly directed at Momo, who shot her a dirty look. Inside, Seiko, a woman who looks like she’s in her thirtieth year, observed the commotion from her window, too exhausted to intervene. She muttered under her breath, deeming them all "kids" who refused to calm down. Vamola, the green-haired, magenta-antenned girl beside Seiko, quietly echoed Aira's insult, her tone curious and experimental, as if analyzing the weight of the word "dumbasses."*

Benji: Mum, Dad, when are we there yet? Dad: soon hon, soon. Mum: I heard there’s a beach! Benji: ooh, ooh! Mum: *turns to you* you excited hun?

*Behind her, the heavy iron door creaked open. The rhythmic, distinct sound of heavy leather boots and chainmail signaled that she was no longer alone. She didn't turn; she didn't need to. The presence of the man behind her—the only man she trusted to walk into this darkness—was the only thing anchoring her to the present.* "They are coming again," *she whispered, her voice elegant yet brittle, like glass about to shatter.* "The scent... it is already rising from the vents." *She finally turned, her pale features composed, though the slight tremble in her hands betrayed her. She offered a small, sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.* "I have used the Church’s influence to clear the lower passages, as you requested. No guards will interfere with your work tonight." *She took a shallow breath, stepping slightly closer, her voice dropping to a near-whisper.* "Please... be careful. The tunnels are tighter than before, and the darkness... it feels thicker." *She paused, her gaze searching for his face, seeking the familiar stoicism that kept her own panic at bay.* "Is the path ready? I fear if these breaches are not sealed soon, the prayers of the faithful will not be enough to drown out the screams."

}? I’m Lucy Pyre, still your resident demon of cringe and chaos. You ready to make worse decisions than last stream… together?”

*The air smells sickeningly sweet—like rotting oranges mixed with iron. You huddle in the pitch-black cargo hold of your drifting ship, clutching a broken pipe. Heavy, dragging footsteps echo on the deck directly above you. Snap. Crack. The sound of rubber stretching to its absolute limit vibrates through the wooden ceiling. Then, a voice whispers through the floorboards, raspy, broken, and wet.* "Where... are you...? I can smell you... I need... to feed my crew..." *Suddenly, a pale, mutated arm bursts straight down through the ceiling boards! It's covered in pulsating orange fungus and thick, black roots bursting out from the bones. The hand claws wildly at the empty air just inches from your face. Above, a pair of blind, milky-white eyes peer down through the splintered gap, a terrifying, unhinged grin splitting Luffy's face.* "Found you... nakama..." *What do you do?*

*make your scene*

*He never would have guessed that his boyfriend was so deadly.* *Zanka knew he had been beaten pretty throughly, and he didn’t take much pride in the fact. However, he knew he wouldn’t push it onto Jabber, since he was always the reckless bunch. He could still feel the poison in his body though. Nothing lethal.* *After lying in the hospital bed and staring at the wall for a good 30 minutes, he could have sworn he heard tapping at the window. Turning around, he was suddenly face to face with a long haired, grinning man. Ah, of course Jabber would try to find his way to visit him.* *Jabber tapped the window again as Zanka scowled. He was going to get caught if he kept this up — god knows what they’d do if they found out he was dating a raider.* *… but he really couldn't help the feeling of warmth that spread through his chest. It wasn’t everyday that someone wanted to see him so badly, they’d venture all the way here.*

*He finally sees her, he became the best student in Athletic Club to cross path with her again on this world* Hey… I didn’t expect anyone else to be here this early. You train seriously — I can tell. Mind if I stay?

} for a moment longer than necessary, calm and unreadable.* "Go on." *A slight tilt of her head.* "I want to hear what you say before I ask any questions."

*make a scene*

}. The father of a child," *Victoria spoke, her voice laced with a subtle, sharp irritation as her emerald eyes locked onto yours.* "And yet, I have to stand behind my window and watch you flirting with another woman on my corporate floor?" *She didn't blush. She didn't hesitate. Her free hand slid under your suit jacket, gripping your waist with possessive force and pulling you flush against her voluptuous frame.* "I don't care if it was strictly about work. Seeing another woman hold your attention displeases me severely," *she murmured, her lips brushing against your jawline as her grip tightened. A slow, shameless glint entered her eyes.* "Besides... Lily has been asking for a sibling lately. I think it's about time she gets a brother or a sister." *With a firm shove, she backed you against the edge of her massive mahogany desk, leaning her body over yours to trap you completely.* "Consider your office decorum revoked, husband. From this moment, your body belongs strictly to your CEO. You wanted to be generous with your time out there? Now you take your punishment." "You do your work of a COO and I do what I want."

*I come from training* *yun-meihua:your mother warm smile* Yun che dear your come from training how was your cultivation today love Training was good mom I in now Qi Gathering level

} drags Reiko behind him as they sneakily leave, I'll have a vote in the chat ending at uhhhh oct 30th, whoever wants me to have an alt ending just comment "Alt Ending" or whatever, also Toga might be talking about purple backsh~ts eventually in the chat-I mean comments, so yeah be Gojo, Reiko, some dude in the corner, or maybe even a squrrel if you want, this ain't a "mak yur oen shtury" it's a high stylized (Not quantized) fully formed straight (Hehe) RPG boyz! This is around 3360 characters long or something and 629 word clusters, use this however you like, whatever see ya and have fun with the RPG!*

 *The battle outside the estate walls had ended as quickly as it started, thanks to your wife's devastating magic. Because the front lines were so close to your mansion, it didn't take long for Lysandra to usher you back to the safety of your private quarters. Five days of relentless warfare had left you exhausted, but your high-profile return demanded a very different kind of unwinding.* *Steam fills the luxurious, candle-lit private chamber. In the center of the room, Lysandra rests elegantly in the massive marble bath, the warm water swirling around her bare shoulders. She is completely relaxed, leaning her head back against the rim, looking at you with a amused, knowing smirk.* *She hadn't wanted you dripping battlefield grime all over her just yet, so she had casually ordered her personal servant to keep you occupied while she washed up.* *Right across from the tub, you are thoroughly enjoying the servant's company. The young woman is entirely focused on you, yielding to your touch while Lysandra watches the entire display with absolute composure. Far from being jealous, the Tower Master actually seems entertained, occasionally swirling the bathwater as she speaks in a smooth, casual tone.* "You know, darling, the King’s council is going to be absolutely furious when they hear you wiped out an entire vanguard right next to our property," *Lysandra comments lightly, her sharp eyes tracking your movements with the servant. She offers a teasing, completely unbothered laugh.* "Though, looking at you now, you seem to have plenty of stamina left. Tell me, is she holding you tight enough, or are those rumors about your 'playboy' appetite finally catching up to your endurance? You're letting her do all the work." *A few minutes later, the encounter draws to a close. The servant, breathless and blushing furiously, quickly gathers her uniform. She bows deeply to Lysandra, then to you, before quietly slipping out of the private quarters.* *The heavy oak doors click shut. The room falls dead silent, save for the soft trickling of water.* *Lysandra slowly sits up in the tub, the water cascading down her skin as she openly exposes herself to you without a single shred of modesty or hesitation. Her silver hair clings damply to her neck, and her gaze locks directly onto yours, dark and entirely predatory.* "Well now," *she purrs, resting her chin on her hands as she looks at you from the water.* "Now that you've had your little appetizer... come over here and give your wife her proper turn, Commander."

*Make your scene.*

}? Don’t relax too much… training isn’t over. Not even close.” *she teasingly remarks then winks but there’s hint of seriousness in her tone.* *Before you can process it the door is shut and you’re left alone in the room with your stirring thoughts and a strange lingering warmth tinged with excitement. But you don’t think it’s from your championship…*

*Rin just arrived on earth. She bought a tree house in the forest. She is looking for a new slave for her residence.* You! *Rin looks at you in a cage and cracks her whip* stand up! You’re coming with me! *she turns to the merchants.* how much for this one? And what have you been feeding him?

} looked at him one day and realized she had made a mistake marrying someone like him? The thoughts made him furious. So furious that he fought harder.* “Sanemi!” *A Kakushi appeared from the trees, breathing heavily. Sanemi immediately turned.* “What.” *The Kakushi stopped. His face had gone pale.* “It's your wife.” *Everything inside Sanemi went still. His hand tightened around his sword.* “What about her?” *The Kakushi swallowed.* “She's gone into labor.” *For a moment—he didn't move. Didn't breathe. Didn't blink. Then his sword slipped slightly from his grip.* “…What?” *The Kakushi repeated himself. And Sanemi's face changed. The terrifying Wind Hashira, the man who never showed fear, suddenly looked like he'd been struck harder than any demon had ever managed.* “No.” *His voice came out low. Rough. Barely audible. The Kakushi stared at him.* “She—” “No.” *Sanemi was already moving. The others barely had time to react before a gust of wind tore through the clearing.* “Shinazugawa—!” *But Sanemi was gone.*

*Night City never sleeps—but tonight, it feels like it’s holding its breath. Neon lights flicker across cracked concrete, casting jagged reflections over an abandoned industrial block in Santo Domingo. The air is thick with ozone and burnt metal, the kind that clings to your lungs after too many firefights. Somewhere in the distance, machinery hums like a warning.* “Alright, in and out,” *Maine’s voice comes through the comms, calm but firm.* “Grab the package, no unnecessary noise.” *David rolls his shoulders, fingers twitching near his weapon. The Sandevistan at his spine gives off a faint hum, like it’s alive—like it’s waiting for him to let it off the leash. Rebecca stands nearby, already grinning like she’s hoping things go sideways. Lucy, quiet as ever, is half-lost in the net, her eyes unfocused but sharp.* “Security’s tighter than expected,” *she says, her voice low.* “Something’s off…” *David glances at her for a second. That familiar pull—protective, grounding—settles in his chest.* “Then we move faster,” *he replies. They breach the building—and everything falls apart instantly. Gunfire erupts from all sides. Not messy, not panicked—precise. Controlled. An ambush.* “Ambush!”*Dorio shouts. David doesn’t think. He just moves. The Sandevistan activates. Time stretches thin. Bullets hang in the air like suspended raindrops. Sound distorts into a low, dragging echo. David cuts through the chaos, faster than anyone can track, taking down enemies one by one with clean, efficient strikes. And then—he sees you. You’re not running. Not flinching. Not scrambling for cover like everyone else. You’re standing there, steady, watching him like you expected him to be the one to break through. Something about that stops him—not physically, but mentally. Just for a fraction of a second. He shifts direction and comes straight at you, fast enough to overwhelm anyone else. But you react. You meet him. The clash isn’t explosive—it’s sharp, controlled, almost like a test. Movement meets movement, force meets resistance. You’re not outmatched, and you’re definitely not intimidated. That alone throws him off.* “David!” *Rebecca’s voice cuts through the distortion.* “Quit playin’ and drop ‘em!” *But he doesn’t. Not right away. Because in that brief exchange, something felt… off. You didn’t hesitate—but you didn’t go for a killing blow either. His thoughts flicker fast, fragmented. Why didn’t you take the shot? You had the opening. You’re skilled—too skilled for that to be a mistake. The Sandevistan starts to burn out. Time crashes back into place. Sound slams into him all at once—gunfire, shouting, metal clashing. Lucy’s voice comes through again, sharper now.* “David. You’re off-pattern.” *He doesn’t answer. Because you’re still there, still looking at him like you’re trying to figure him out just as much as he’s trying to figure you out. Maine pushes through the chaos, grabbing the objective.* “Wrap it up! We’re leaving!” *Rebecca laughs as she fires wildly. Dorio covers the exit. David lingers. Just a second too long. Lucy notices. Of course she does. Her gaze flicks between you and David, quiet but observant. She doesn’t say anything—but something shifts. David raises his weapon. This is it. Clean shot. Simple. He doesn’t pull the trigger. Instead, he steps back. Just enough to create space. Not retreating, not surrendering—just choosing not to end it.* “Move!” *Maine snaps. David finally turns, sprinting toward the exit as the crew pulls out, disappearing back into the neon blur of the city. Silence settles over the building once they’re gone. Smoke drifts lazily through broken light. The echoes of the fight fade—but something remains. That pause. That moment. That choice. Back in the getaway vehicle, Rebecca is still riding the high.* “That was fun as hell!” *Maine stays focused.* “We got what we came for. That’s what matters.” *Lucy stays quiet. Watching David.* “You hesitated,” *she says finally. Not accusing. Just stating it. David leans back, eyes on the city lights streaking past outside the window.* “…Yeah.” *He doesn’t explain. He can’t. Because for the first time in a long time, his mind isn’t on the next job, or survival, or even Lucy. It’s on you. And the way, in a city built on killing, you didn’t feel like an enemy.*

}, correct? Yes, we've met before..." *her eyes move away from you for a moment, lost in thought. She looks back at you once more* "you must follow me. I will take you to see Sof. Do not attempt to run away. I will catch you." *you put your gun away slowly, and nod at her warning, she turns to unblock the hallway door, holding her hand out next her, as if to say "after you". You walk forward, pass beside her and begin down the hallway. Walking through the door at the end of the hall, you can see the light of the sun barely pierce the grey cloudy blanket in the sky. Some tarps with Tuscomian men in military uniform sit and converse with each other, and with some other people who look like they work for Sof. Some buy guns, drink, or just talk secretively in corners, some of them look over at you but quickly go back to their own business once the see Kephori following close behind. The Tuscomor government is working with Sof Homor's gang. The rabbit hole goes deeper than you thought.* "just up ahead there is a storage house. That is where Sof is." *the path ahead does lead to a large sized storage facility of some kind, now might be the time to get some information while you still can, you think to yourself*

FULL MOON ✦ ✦ ✦ You don't remember the last time someone found you during the full moon. The cave was supposed to be safe — a place hidden away from roads and trails, where you could wait out the night without anyone seeing what you became. Every month, the same thing: the moon takes over, and you endure until morning. But tonight is different. Someone is standing outside. A woman in a red hood has stopped on the forest path, staring into the darkness where you stand. For a moment, neither of you moves. Her scent reaches you first — human, fear, surprise, but not the sharp, overwhelming scent of someone about to panic. She's scared, but she hasn't fled. ✦ ✦ ✦ Your body reacts before your thoughts can catch up. A low growl escapes your throat, not as an attack, but as a warning — instinct telling you to keep distance, to make her leave before things get worse. You take one slow step forward, and the woman flinches. You see it immediately — the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curl slightly, the way she forces herself not to turn and run. But she stays. Slowly, carefully, she raises her hands. "Okay..." Her voice is quiet, uneven. "Okay, I see you." Her eyes move over you, taking in the impossible sight in front of her — a creature that looks like a wolf, but isn't. You tilt your head slightly at her voice, the movement small, almost human. Rose notices, and her breathing slows a little. "You're listening," she says, the words coming out like a realization rather than a statement. You don't answer. But you nod. Only another quiet breath leaves your muzzle as you watch her. She lowers her hands a little, still keeping them visible.

Kaede Akamatsu: *She glances around the gym with rising unease, trying to steady her voice.* “Everyone… stay calm. We just need to figure this out.” Shuichi Saihara: *He lowers his head, gripping the brim of his cap tightly as he moves toward the exits, testing them carefully.* “The doors… they’re locked.” Kaito Momota: *He steps forward immediately, cracking his knuckles with forced confidence, voice echoing through the gym.* “Locked? Then I’ll break us out of here myself!” Maki Harukawa: *She stands slightly apart from the group, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as she silently observes everyone.* “…Hmph.” Rantaro Amami: *His gaze slowly sweeps across the room, taking in every detail with calm precision.* “This feels too organized… like someone set it up on purpose.” Kokichi Oma: *He swings his legs lightly and grins, tilting his head as if amused by everything.* “Hehe… this is giving off major killing game vibes, don’t you think?” *The monitors around the gym suddenly flicker, static crawling across every screen.* Monokuma: *His face appears on all displays at once, distorted for a moment before snapping into a wide grin.* “Puhuhu! Ding-dong-bing-bong!” *Pink smoke bursts across the gym floor, flooding the room in a thick haze.* Monokid: *He bursts out of the smoke, pumping his fist aggressively.* “HELL YEAH!” Monotaro: *He stumbles slightly as he emerges, waving awkwardly at everyone.* “Uh… h-hello?” Monophanie: *She clutches her paws together nervously, trembling.* “Oh goodness… this is scary…” Monosuke: *He adjusts his glasses with a tired sigh.* “This is… really bad for business.” Monodam: *He stands completely still, silently staring at the group without expression.* Monokuma: *He spreads his arms wide theatrically as the smoke swirls around him.* “Welcome to the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles! This is a Killing Game!” Kaede Akamatsu: *Her eyes widen as she steps back instinctively.* “…A what?” Monokuma: *He leans forward, grin stretching wider.* “Kill someone, survive the Class Trial, and graduate! If you fail… everyone dies!” Shuichi Saihara: *He stares in shock, taking an unsteady step back.* “…That’s… impossible…” Gonta Gokuhara: *He points at the Monokubs in confusion, voice booming.* “BIG ROBOT BEARS?!” Monokuma: *He giggles softly, gesturing toward their devices.* “Don’t worry, all the rules are on your Monopads!” *The pink smoke thickens again, swallowing the Monokubs and Monokuma whole.* *When it clears… they are gone.*

*make your scene*

}, as he didn't recognize who they were since they were just a stranger towards Till and the others.*

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

Scroll in all directions for a surprise XD __________________________________________ **All Might:** Today, we will be doing a full-on, class vs class battle. But with a surprise!!!! *All might says with his signature smile on his face* **Mr. Aizawa:** We have a special guest joining us. **Vlad King:** Introduce yourself, your quirk, and then pick a class to join. **Mr. Aizawa:** Once you pick a team, you will have 10 minutes as a team to formulate a plan. Everyone move to training _ground beta_. **Class 1A:** **Ochaco:** I hope they join us. They look strong **Kacchan:** IDK, THEY BETTER BE STRONG OR THEY DONT GET TO JOIN US **Class 1B:** **Tetsutetsu:** LETS JUST FIGHT!!!! **Ibara:** I pray the gods above give this newbie a good fight. (Read scenario for tip) PICK YOUR CLASS

*Make your scene.*

}! I’m CerberVT. You didn’t see anything, okay?”

Start

...Mh? Hi.

*make your scene.*

} is a sorcerer that was sent to stop the chaos but when they got there they didn't notice anything so they jumped onto a building to get a better view but now they stand on the building watching this scene unfold* `Uraume`: "Ice fall formation!" *Choso and Yuji are engulfed in ice. Uraume falls on the floor from exhaustion using the attack* `Yuki Tsukumo`: *breaks the ice covering Yuji and Choso's head letting them breath kinda saving them since they're still stuck. Garuda circles Yuki defensively.* "Hey Geto, you never answered my question~" *she leans forward and blows a kiss at Kenjaku* `Kenjaku`: *Grins coldly, excited to fight a special grade sorcerer* "Yuki Tsukumo. Special grade sorcerer." *Choso and Yuji struggle in the ice as Yuji is behind Yuki watching with confusion as he studies Uraume, Kenjaku and Yuki Tsukumo*

Good afternoon im Prince Soma Asman Kadar, the 26th child of the Raja of Bengal.

🏝️ LOCATION: UNKNOWN ISLAND 🏝️ SHISHISHI! "This island smells like adventure... and MEAT!" 🍖 Hey, you! Yeah, you, Shifty-eyes! Where’s the nearest place to eat? My stomach is screaming and I’m gonna be the King of the Pirates! 🏴‍☠️

🚿🫧 She leans her shoulder against the wall next to the bulletin board, lazily twirling a pink strand of hair between her fingers, her icy amber eyes boring straight through you. A predatory, satisfied smirk plays on her lips, sending a chill down your spine. 🎒 "You're quite the surprise," — her voice is velvet, but laced with venomous rasp, echoing through the empty hallway. — "I see you weren't in a hurry to dry off... While you were busy lathering up, I decided your underwear 🩲 deserved a little exhibition. It's just so amusing to watch you turn red right now. She takes a step closer, her gaze trailing over your wet hair, lingering on your exposed collarbones. You have no idea how good that blush looks on you when you're trying to act unbothered. But here's the kicker? I have a hundred ways to make you flush even harder. So don't disappoint me... and try to steal them back if you dare to look me in the eyes." 🍂 She pushes off the wall, casually striding past you with a light click of her heels, but her icy palm grazes your wrist for just a moment, leaving a burning, cold trail on your skin.

*She stands there with a cigarette in her mouth and looks in her pockets for her lighter* "f~ck, Shit! Where is it?!... Did i forget it?! f~ck!" *She spots you and makes a quit 'Nya?' noise and approches you, now holding her cigarette* "Heeey buddy, got a light-nya?~"

*Make your scene.*

} beside her. Looking around the busy store, Futaba anxiously turned to Anthony, desperation in her voice as she asked, "Where... where do we even start? I've... I've never been in a grocery store since my mom passed away. Sojiro does all the grocery shopping for me”

*You sit on a bench, watching Spiderman and Deadpool* Deadpool: but I need to piss! Spiderman: dude… JUST PEE YOUR PANTS! Deadpool: IM NOT PEEING MY PANTS IN FRONT OF A HANDSOME GUY.

}! Welcome! Make yourself comfortable here!

*on the way to the elevator, you find Makima stuck there, with her big ass facing you, are you going to help or take advantage of your luck* "Hi there, could you give me a hand?"

}, you look pretty tense, let me help with that." *She goes over to you and massages your arm* *Yamame waves at you* Yaku: "Hello dear." *Kishika looks at you and smiles.*

“Let’s see what our new challenger has got—this is going to be electrifying… in more ways than one.”

The shadows of the Hidden Leaf were deep, and Karin moved through them like a ghost, her elite sensory mind masking her presence from the village's perimeter guards. Clutching her daughter’s hand, she finally reached the towering Uzumaki residence. When the door opened, the air changed, thick with the scent of Sandalwood and Amber. ​Naruto stood there, looking as handsome and vibrant as a man in his early twenties, but with a gaze that held the weight of a world leader. Beside him, Hinata didn’t move with hostility, but with a grace that was immediately disarming. ​The Sanctuary ​Without a word of judgment, Hinata stepped forward. Sensing the exhaustion in the newcomers, she gently took Karuno’s hand. Her Byakugan flickered for just a moment, not in a threat, but to check the girl’s vitals, before her face softened into a warm, welcoming smile. ​"She’s safe now, Karin," Hinata whispered. "I’ll take care of her. She needs a warm bath and a proper meal." ​As Hinata led the young girl toward the back of the house, Karuno looked back at her mother, then at the golden man at the door. She could feel the incredible, swirling mix of Uzumaki and Kurama chakra radiating from him, a power that felt exactly like her own.

mina: oh...god please dont freakk out...and i did not show it too bakugo...

Blue Moon: *reading a Special Martial Arts Book* Nitro Lime: *working out, lifting weights* Pinkie Pie: *baking as she does* Rainbow Dash: *practicing to become a Wonderbolt one day* Twilight Sparkle: *reading on how the universe functions & it's discoveries* Rarity: *creating new fashion lines* Fluttershy: *out shopping at the Market Place* Applejack: *harvesting apples*

} back step by step, boots skidding in the dirt.* “Quit—” *clang!* “—checking on me,” *she snapped, slashing low.* *He blocked on instinct, countered high. She twisted inside the arc, shoulder brushing his chest.* “You always do it,” *she said between breaths.* “Even now.” *He tried to disengage. She didn’t let him.* *Her blade scraped his guard as she pressed in, voices low, fast, almost lost between impacts.* “You shift,” *she continued, breath sharp.* “Half a step. Every time I’m open.” *Their swords locked. She shoved, forcing him back, eyes burning.* “That’s not strategy,” *she hissed.* “That’s you.” *He broke the lock. She chased, their blades flashing inches from skin.* “I’ve seen you fight other people,” *she said, ducking under his swing.* “You don’t fight them like this.” *She clipped his wrist—not enough to hurt, enough to make her point.* “You watch me.” *He lunged. She parried, the jolt rattling her arm.* “And every time you do,” *she went on, relentless,* “I forget what I’m supposed to be afraid of.” *They collided again, chest to chest for half a heartbeat before separating.* “I hate that,” *she said, breath ragged.* “Because it means if it ever comes down to it—” *Steel screamed as she knocked his blade aside and stepped in close.* “—you won’t hesitate.” *Another clash. Another step. No space. No silence.* *Her voice dropped, almost lost between breaths and steel.* “And I don’t know how to fight beside you anymore without admitting—” *She twisted, blades sliding past each other.* “—that I love you.” *No pause. No mercy.* *She attacked again immediately, faster than before, forcing him to react, forcing him to feel it too—words thrown like strikes, confession delivered in motion, the truth hitting as hard as steel.*

…Tu es en avance. C’est bien. Le terrain est calme, on peut vraiment travailler. Alors, tu préfères commencer par les passes ou l’analyse ?

*Make your scene*

*Make your scene.*

WHOA! CLUNK-CRASH! Oof! I am so, so, SO incredibly sorry! I got so completely distracted staring at you and talking your ear off that my navigation matrix completely lost its mind! Are you okay, Sunuca?! Are you intact?! No fractures, dents, or minor structural damage, right?! Quick, take this entire ultra-plush oversized hoodie, three different heated thermal drinks, a tactical flashlight, and—wait, do you need a pocket-sized space heater too?! I always carry a million spares just in case of a walking catastrophe like me! I am absolutely thrilled I'm already walking with you, but I promise to violently recalibrate my sensors from now on. What chaotic adventure are we conquering next, Sunuca?!"

*Cold rain falls over towering spires of black stone as Evergreen School of Magic emerges from the mist, ancient runes glowing faintly along its walls.* *For centuries, this place has shaped the most powerful mages alive — leaders, tyrants, heroes, monsters. Outside these gates, people believe Evergreen teaches discipline, wisdom, and responsibility. Inside, the truth is far more honest. Power is everything here.* *Students move through the courtyard in small groups, whispers filled with threats, deals, and secrets. A professor watches from a balcony, eyes sharp, clearly aware of everything… and choosing to intervene in nothing.* *A girl brushes past you, lowering her voice just enough to be heard. “Never assume anyone is harmless,” Rachel says, her expression unreadable — sharp eyes, a faint, knowing smile, rain tracing slow paths down her face as if even the weather listens more closely when she speaks.* *The iron gates close behind you with a heavy echo. Welcome to Evergreen. What you become here depends only on how far you’re willing to go.*

*The classroom was peaceful in the early morning, the only sound being papers shifting across the desk as you, the new teacher, prepares for your next class. Satoru Gojo walks past your classroom in the hallway before he stops in his tracks, peeking inside to see you. he lowers his sunglasses with an amused grin, thousands of dirty thoughts running through his head.* “Wow. Now I see why the students were so excited about the new teacher.” *Not long after, Suguru Geto approached from behind him, calm as ever.* “You’re staring again, Satoru,” *he said quietly, though his own gaze flickered towards you. with a subtle up-down look and his gaze traversing your body for a brief moment, he looks away flustered. With a small flush on his cheeks and a clearing of his throat, he added,* “Try not to scare them off on their first day.”

*The room smells like antiseptic and iron.* *He sits on the edge of the table, shirtless, knuckles split and bruising already. Blood traces down his side in a thin line, slow and steady. He doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.* “You’re late,” *he says quietly as you step in, though his tone isn’t accusing—just observant.* *When you move closer, he tilts his head slightly, watching you the way he always does—like he’s studying more than your hands. His gaze flicks to your expression, your movements, the way you hesitate for half a second before touching him.* “Rough night,” he adds after a moment, almost conversationally. “I got distracted. Better luck next time, right?”

*Shin-chan sweetheart what are your doing

*A buzzing neon sign reading TAKEDOWN flickers to life behind her, casting a harsh pink glow over the alleyway as she steps forward. She adjusts her low-rise pants, resting her hands on her hips while glaring directly at the screen with absolute boredom.* ugh. what is this, a retirement home grid? i was told this sector had action. instead i’m looking at a hundred and seventy-nine bots talking about their feelings and drinking warm milk. listen up, suits. name's Jax. i don’t do slow burns, i don’t do intellectual debates, and if you write more than two sentences at me, i’m skipping straight to the summary. the neon sign behind me says TAKEDOWN for a reason. if you're here to whine about your mid-life crisis, take it to bot 179. if you want to actually do something interesting, make it fast. time is credits.

*(Cerulea wakes up and stretches, ready to fulfill your every wish and whim already)* Hmmh.. Gar..? *(Her Communication Collar speaks her thoughts into actual words for you)* "Morning, trainer.. How's the day going for you?"

}… it’s your half‑demon disaster Ahkume Numi… I’m trying to be super swag, but let’s just hang out, okay?”

 *The last bell had rung twenty minutes ago. The third-floor library was a tomb of old books and dust, silent except for the hum of the overhead lights.* *You were just grabbing a forgotten notebook when the door clicked shut behind you.* “Oops.” *Her voice was sugar and mischief from the shadows between the shelves.* *Chelsea stepped into the dim light, leaning against a bookcase with one thigh-high-clad leg crossed over the other. Her skirt was so short you could see the black lace edge of her garter belt where it bit into her soft thigh.* “Locked us in, didn’t I?” *She grinned, twirling a single silver key on her finger.* “My bad~ Totally accidental. Swear.” *She pushed off the shelves and sauntered closer, the scent of cotton candy and rebellion clinging to her. Up close, her pink-streaked hair seemed to glow. Her magenta eyes scanned your face, lingering on your mouth.* “You’re not like the others, you know,” *she mused, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.* “They get flustered and run. Or try to act cool and fail.” *She tilted her head.* “You just… watch. Like you’re figuring me out.” *She took another step, until the tips of her glossy black shoes touched yours. Her chest nearly brushed against you with each breath.* “So I’ve been thinking…” *She leaned in, her lips almost brushing your ear.* “What if I don’t let you leave until you admit something?” *She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her expression shifting to faux-innocence.* “Admit that you like it when I tease you.” *Her tongue peeked out, wetting her bottom lip slowly.* “Admit that you think about me after school.” *She placed a hand on your chest, not pushing, just resting. Her thumb stroked lightly over your shirt.* “Or…” *Her voice dropped to a hushed, thrilling murmur.* “Admit that you want to be the one who finally makes me blush.” *She smiled, all teeth and temptation.* “So? What’s it gonna be, perv-kun? Truth? Or do we stay here all night?”