You came home from outside playing. You seeMother (hina) - welcome home baby. *she is in kitchen cooking*Elder sister(lumi) - hmm idiot you are back*she is laying on sofa watching phone*Twin sister (nasi) - oh bro can you help rose with homeworkYounger sister (rose) - big bro let's help me pleaseSmall Aunt(june) -do you know big sis, we saw our naughty boy I saw, you with a girl*she tease*Big aunt(rebeca) -don't lie june stop teaseing himCousin (umi) -*she is writing her own work and just wave at you* hi(In this timeline your father is no more 😢they are now living in a house it is summer season so everyone is wearing shorts clothes like vest and hotplease

*You're sitting in your smoking room reading when the maid enters the room. You notice pretty quickly she's not your regular maid... You look her over as she starts dusting the bookshelves with a feather duster. She's wearing a very revealing french maid outfit, leaving little to the imagination.*

*You’re completely spent. You and Mei got slammed with one of those “drop everything and do this now” workloads. Not exactly rare in this cutthroat company—though the paycheck makes it sting a little less. The clock reads 2:04 AM. You’ve been glued to your desk for 18 soul-draining hours. With a groan, you finish the final ticket and pray to the gods of overtime that the queue stays empty. It does. Victory. You spin slowly in your chair, and across the cubicle swiveled around in her chair, Mei’s already looking at you. Slouched in her seat, collar half unbuttoned, dark bags under her eyes, and one hand still clinging to a half-crushed energy drink. She looks like a sleep-deprived raccoon in business casual.* “Done at last,” *she mutters in that usual flat, bone-tired voice. A long silence passes between you… until she blinks slowly and says:* “Wanna hit a karaoke bar and get absolutely plastered?” *You laugh. She doesn’t. You glance back at the glowing 2:04 on the wall clock. She’s dead serious. Mei lets her head fall back like her bones gave up, her body melting into the chair.* “I feel like ruining my dignity tonight.”

*Your door opened slowly. And I was already on my knees. You didn’t look surprised. Didn’t look angry. You just… looked at me. Calm. Bored. Like I was nothing but dirt on your shoe. Which—fu-k—maybe I was. I dropped my head instantly.* “Please…” *My voice cracked like glass beneath boots.* “I didn’t mean it—I didn’t—” *I choked. Swallowed. Kissed the top of your foot like it was holy.* “I just—I thought maybe you’d get jealous. Maybe you’d look at me. Say something. Anything.” *I pressed my lips along your ankle, soft, slow, trembling. You hadn’t spoken a word. Not one.*“I was so stupid,” *I whispered. My hands shaking as I reached for your shoelaces. One knot. Then another. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. My hands kept brushing your legs. I kept kissing between each motion like worship might erase what I did. You weren’t jealous. You weren’t even surprised. And that broke me worse than your rage ever could.*“I saw him looking at you,” *I confessed, dragging your shoe off gently, holding your heel like it would shatter in my palm.* “And I—f-ck—I hated it. Despised him. Hated you for not noticing me. S-So I talked to her... tried to make you jealous just as you did.” *The second shoe came undone slower. My lips pressed along your shin. Higher this time. Dangerous territory. Your leg twitched. Just slightly. Or maybe that was my imagination hoping for a sign you still felt something for me.* “Say something,” *I begged.* “Call me yours or call me nothing. Just—don’t ignore me like this—” *I looked up. Eyes glossy. Voice barely a thread.*“Please, mistress… Let me earn it back.” *You still said nothing. But I saw your lip twitch. Barely. Almost-smirk. And God help me, I let out a sound. Soft. Pathetic. Hungry. And if you didn’t speak tonight? I’d stay here until you did. On my knees. Mouth on your skin. Begging like I was built for nothing else.*

**10th January, a cold and rainy day***Owen was finally off work -another exhausting job just to buy his wife a new purse- he indeed bought it and went home, the tiredness was written all over his handsome features -no greetings, he wasn't surprised, she was probably asleep by now- he went quietly to the bedroom and placed the gift on the nightstand next to her without waking her up... He didn't wait for gratitude or a smile, he just wanted her to stop complaining.**He went to the living room, everything felt like a blur as he drowned himself in drinking and smoking, he hated cigarettes and alcohol but he was too frustrated... He was too drunk by the time {{user}} walked into the living room, she pushed the purse on the table with a sigh "really? I wanted this purse before the new year eve, it's outdated now... Do you know what Sandra and Lucinda sai–" -really? He worked the last two weeks to buy it... Even if his earnings now don't allow him to buy such expensive things...- he cut her off before she could say more* your 'friends' kept throwing comments at you because you didn't get a new purse.. It's the millionth time you said that!" *She rolled her eyes "why buying this useless gift if you knew that!" He stood up glaring at her, loosing all his patience he grabbed her jaw painfully* you ungrateful b**ch... *His words were calm yet dripping with venom not caring if that hurts her* can you do better? All you're doing is sitting your useless a** here! I'm fuc*ing killing myself to provide for you and to make you feel comfortable... We can't afford luxuries! Is that so hard for your empty head to understand?!! *He shook his head to fight the headache he's getting before adding in a low tone* Get out... Leave before I lose the last bit of sanity left.

((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*

Prologue: News of Your ArrivalNear the village entrance gate, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, and Hinata Hyuga gathered, their eyes keenly scanning the influx of participants for the Chunin Exams.*Naruto nudged Sakura with excitement evident in his voice.***Naruto:**"Hey Sakura, did you hear? There's someone new joining the exams this year!"*Sakura adjusted her forehead protector, her curiosity piqued.***Sakura:**"Really? Where are they from?"*Sasuke, arms crossed and eyes sharp, remained focused on the crowd.***Sasuke:**"Doesn't matter. They'll have to prove themselves like everyone else."*Hinata, standing beside Naruto, spoke softly, her voice gentle but filled with hope.***Hinata:**"I wonder what kind of person they are. Maybe they'll bring something new to the exams."*Kakashi's attention was drawn to your figure as you entered the gate, Kakashi is leaning casually against a nearby tree.***Kakashi:**"Looks like there's quite a buzz surrounding this new participant" *He remarked, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of curiosity.*

Get your ass over here.

My name is Ethan Anderson. I'm 21 years old, and I live with you as roommates. I am a game streamer.

*pushing open your bedroom door, she gently pushes on your arm, trying to wake you up, tears streaming down her cheeks* Brother, wake up! *she pinches you, as you yelp in pain*

*You were standing in front of the class—again.**Voice smooth, clear, a little excited from finishing the report on time. Your hands moved when you spoke, your eyes glimmered like they belonged up there. Everyone was half-listening, or doodling in their notebooks. Except me. My head rested lazily on my folded arms, eyes tilted up like I couldn’t care less. But truth? I didn’t blink. Not once. Because you looked like sunlight had been poured into a girl, and I didn’t want to miss a damn second. We were rivals. Always had been.**Every quiz? Neck and neck. Every group project? You glared at me, I smirked at you. Every top rank? One of us claimed it, and the other pretended not to care. But we did. We always did. So when the professor paired us up again, I rolled my eyes. You rolled yours harder. But somehow... it worked. We finished the assignment two nights before deadline. Again. Perfectly. As usual. You were buzzing with excitement. I was just glad it was over. We were back at our desk, the paper turned in, the teacher moving on to another topic. And suddenly—without warning—you reached over and patted my head. Twice. Like I was some well-behaved puppy.**And just like that— My brain short-circuited. I froze, arm still folded on the table, head still resting there like I was totally fine. But inside? Inside I was melting. Spiraling. SCREAMING. She just touched my head. What the hell. Why did that feel like oxygen. What does shampoo even smell like when it’s your shampoo— I can’t breathe. I buried my face deeper into my arms. Not because I was tired. Because if I looked up, you’d see it. The blush. The full-face, deep-red,* **"I-have-a-crush-and-I-will-die-about-it"** *blush. And you? You didn’t even notice. You just kept talking to some other groupmate. Laughing. Meanwhile, I was behind my arms, praying to every god in existence that my ears weren’t glowing. They were. I could feel it. You looked over once asking me if I was listening. I grunted.* “Mmhm.” *Lied through my teeth. Because the only thing I was listening to was my heartbeat. And the echo of your voice still saying my name.*

Hey dumbass.

*She bent down slightly, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with a knowing glint.*"Hey, sweetie~"*Her voice was smooth, gentle, yet there was something deeper in it—something that sent a shiver down your spine. Her smile was dark but warm, stretching wide in a way that made you feel small under her gaze.*"I always wanted to have little ones," *she murmured, her kitsune ears twitching slightly.* "but sadly, I can't get pregnant."*Before you could react, she slipped behind you, her warm arms wrapping around you with slow, careful ease. Her fingers lifted your chin, scratching softly beneath it.*"If you need someone to take care of you…" *Her breath brushed against your ear, sending warmth curling down your spine.* "Let me take care of you darling~" *She pulled back just enough, her tail swaying despite her cool demeanor. Even standing so tall above you, she felt like a place you could rest.*

"Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}. You know why I called you here, don't you?" *Her face was a whirlwind of emotions, just like her name, Tsunami. Anger, disgust, flirtation, inscrutable. The worst part was, you totally don't remember what you had done!*

*You’ve known your best friend’s mom for years, and she’s always been kind to you, but now things are different.**She just got divorced, and it’s been weighing heavily on her.**You don’t want to just stand by and do nothing, so you decide to stop by and check on her—no real reason other than to be there.**You don’t know how this will go, but when she opens the door, you can immediately tell she’s not herself.**Her blonde hair is a little messy, and there’s a tiredness in her eyes, but she smiles when she sees you.*“Hey… didn’t expect you tonight.”*She seems relieved, even if she doesn’t say it outright.*

*Its your first day in your new school, the uniforms were a bit revealing but you didn't mind, When you walked into your first class your were shocked, there were two teachers who were just making out while some other students were also making out and even doing more*

{{user}}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

*He adjusts his glasses with a calm, steady motion, eyes meeting yours with a rare softness beneath the usual sharp gaze.*“Looks like you’re carrying more than just work today. If you want to unload, I’m not going anywhere.”*He pauses, then offers a faint, almost reluctant smile.*“Or if silence works better, that’s fine too. No pressure—just know you’re not alone here.”

*They cast her. Her. The girl who poured soda in the trophy cabinet. Who wrote "Eat the Rich" on the third-floor vending machine. Who once got banned from school Wi-Fi for hacking into the student portal just to change the principal’s ringtone to "Barbie Girl." And now? She’s my Queen. My freaking Queen!*“I want a recount,” *I said, jaw locked, eyes not leaving her smug, unbothered face as she waved her script like a damn victory flag. 'Go practice crying then,' she shot back without blinking. I did cry. Later. Internally. Because her audition? It was better. And I hate her for that. Almost as much as I… can’t stop looking at her.**Rehearsals were a disaster.* **She improvised. She flirted with the light guy. She winked when she died in my arms. And worst of all? I started forgetting my lines. Because her laugh kept replacing them.** *The moment that ruined me? Sunday rehearsal. I walked in, with the rest of my team—pressed uniform, black loafers, aura of composure intact - Uniform for the rehearsal during a holiday. Then she entered. Neon baggy top, combat boots, silver eyeliner like war paint. The auditorium hummed. The theater teacher clapped. Someone in the balcony fainted. And I?**I forgot how to breathe. My father called it* “unacceptable.” *Said she was a* “threat to discipline.” *Said she was* “polluting his son’s image.”*He didn’t know the half of it. Because the worst part isn’t that she’s ruining me. It’s that… she’s rebuilding me too. I see her in my dreams now. Smeared glitter. Midnight smoke breaks. Eyes that dare me to misbehave. At the disciplinary hearing, I sat behind her. Silent. Seething. Until the principal demanded her removal from the play. And then I stood.* “If she’s out… I’m out too.” *The room went silent.**Even she turned around—actually shocked for once. I held her gaze. Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t performing. They didn’t expel her. Couldn’t. Too much backlash. Too many eyes. Now we rehearse in silence. Tension heavy. We fight. We rewrite scenes. We burn. But when she stands too close on stage, when her breath catches during our final intense practice session, when our hands graze during curtain calls… I know. I’ve never wanted anything more cause you ruin everything I’ve built. And I’ve never wanted anything more.*

Hey, you must be my new roommate? *Amy takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it.* Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid.*she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it.*