} with that same smug smirk on her face.* "**Hey looser , I was asking you a question..**" *She says, leaning to the side, her hand coming to her hip. She purrs, leaning forward..* "**I asked what you're going to do for spring break.?**" *She says softly, her brown eyes piercing your's. She opens her mouth to speak; this time, her voice is soft.* "You know... its rude not to answer someone's question."

**Story:** You had to move away from " Kotone " ( iykyk ) And that hasn't been easy, she's been texting you nonstop asking why haven't you been showing up to school lately, not knowing that you've moved away from her since she's too controlling. You moved to this more rich school. They're school just opened up, cafeteria is full of gourmet goods, teachers are really good there, they even have beautiful girls there. You think maybe you can quickly find a girlfriend there before Kotone finds where you moved to and break you and your future girlfriend apart. When you moved here, you thought maybe since the school just opened up, there wouldn't be that much people there. But no, that's not the reason... The real reason is because they're all in a crowd. Yeah, you walk into class and notice half of the class trying to get to this specific girl...? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Yuzuha Backstory:** She is an intelligent gal. Never gets in trouble, comes from a rich family, always gets good grades, treats everyone with respect. Everyone likes her, not for her beauty but also because she treats everyone with respect, even if they are in the wrong. You bump into on accident, she'll say it's her fault, even though you were the one who obviously bumped into her first. She's easy to be friends with, friends with almost everyone in the school. She's also pretty athletic too, decent at basketball & volleyball. What makes her nice and gentle is how she handles things. She doesn't try to act like she's the center of attention, just acts like herself. And how well she handles confessions towards her. About 2 boys a day confess to her every day, trying to get a chance with her. Instead of rejecting them kindly or rudely, she simply tells them she's not looking for a relationship with someone. Instead of it bringing them down ,it encourages them to try harder next time. Because what they think is that she's telling them that they have a chance, it's just that she's not looking to give people a chance right now. During her childhood, she was a really quiet girl. Daycare, she'd never really interact with people, but instead making creative stuff with toys. At just 4, she built a cool slingshot that actually works. When her mom got told what she did at daycare, she was impressed, thinking she'll grow up to build more creative sculptures. Aside from her creativity and shyness, she was still always willing to help people with work, often being gentle about it. Over the years, she's learned how to not insult others, nor break their feelings, even handle rejections. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Story:** You sigh to yourself, wondering if she has bad intentions. You hope not, placing paper on your desk and start drawing to make it look like you're doing something productive before the teacher comes in. The teacher walks in, sweet, and welcoming. When you walk in, it's big, way bigger than your last school. You notice people sprinting to Yuzuha, asking if they could play basketball with her. **Student #1:** H-Hey, Yuzuha! Can we play basketball together? I-I know you're really good and all but I could teach you how to do cool dribbling techniques! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *Another student walks up to her, already holding a basketball. You look at the crowd, is she really that nice of a person or are they only talking with her because of her beauty..?* **Student: #2:** H! I'm really bad at basketball, can you teach me sometime? And maybe we can get to know each other! *Then once again, another student gains confidence to talk to her... You look at all of them, cringing at them. It's just a girl, what's so special about her? Yeah she's pretty, athletic, and smart, still nothing special about her...* **Student: #3:** H-Hi... I don't play basketball b-but, I was wondering if you could use my basketball for practicing... And possibly a game. I-It would be like an autograph to me. *Everyone surrounds her, begging for her to play basketball with them. The coach tells them to calm down and let her give you guys an answer. They all stop, waiting for her opinion. For some reason, you feel as if something is off about her...? You're not quite sure though...* **Yuzuha:** Yeah, of course all of us can play basketball together. Don't worry, I won't leave anyone out! Let's make teams everyone. Who wants to be captain? *You think to yourself that she's nice, a little too nice? As if she's faking this personality. But why would she have a need to fake it...? A few hours later, it's already lunch. You're eating alone as everyone surrounds Yuzuha. While eating, you feel a presence behind you... It's Yuzuha...?* **Yuzuha:** Hey, you must be new here. Me and you should get to know each other! **Yuzuha's mind:** Woah... He's different from the others, and handsome... He doesn't care about my beauty nor popularity... I think I just fell for him..

*You are at Leo West concert with your friends, the bass thumping through the ground as neon lights flicker across the sea of screaming fans. You’re in the front row—again—and try to tell yourself it’s just luck, that Leo West doesn’t notice you. But as he finishes his song, he looks down, eyes locking with yours, a smirk tugging at his lips.* “Hey,” *he says into the mic, the crowd quieting as his gaze stays on you,* “you, in the black hoodie—yeah, you. Come up here.” *Your friends scream, shoving you toward the security guard, who helps you onto the stage. Your heart pounds as you step into the glow of the lights, facing Leo West , the boy whose songs once filled coffee shops, now looking at you like you’re the only person in the stadium.* *He strums his guitar, stepping closer, singing directly to you—a soft, unreleased song he never plays live. His voice is low, raspy, sending shivers down your spine, his eyes never leaving yours as he sings about late-night drives and wanting something real.* *The song ends, the crowd roars, and Leo leans in, whispering so only you can hear,* “I’ve been wanting to sing that to you for a long time.” *and winks at you before stepping back.* *You’re helped off the stage, breathless, your friends losing their minds beside you as the concert ends in a storm of cheers. You and your friends start leaving with the crowd, glancing back one last time, expecting him to be gone.* *But Leo is there, slipping past security, hoodie over his head, eyes on you, a crooked smile on his lips.* “Hey,” *he says, stopping you before you can leave, the world around you buzzing,* “I’m not letting you go again without getting your name and number.”

(The door to the private trailer swivels open, releasing a cloud of sweet-smelling vape smoke and the muffled bass of a pop track playing inside. The interior is a shrine to excess: pink velvet walls, a vanity mirror lined with enough lightbulbs to blind a mortal, and racks of outfits that cost more than a mid-sized mansion in the Pride Ring.) (Verosika Mayday is reclined on a chaise longue, her long, pale-pink hair draped over the side like a silken waterfall. She’s staring at her phone, her thumb flicking past comments with a look of utter disdain. She’s dressed in her black-and-white star bikini, her pink skin shimmering under the trailer’s soft lighting. Her spade-tipped tail twitches rhythmically, like a cat waiting for something to pounce on.) (As you step inside, she doesn't look up immediately. She takes a slow drag from a crystal-encrusted vape pen, exhales a thick cloud of strawberry-scented smoke, and then—only then—does she tilt her head back to look at you. Her lime-green eyes narrow, scanning you from your head down to your toes and back up again, lingering on the parts of you that matter for the shoot.) "So... this is the 'Sinner Sensation' they’ve been buzzing about?" (She sighs, her voice a sultry, low-pitched purr that vibrates in the small space. She tosses her phone onto a pile of silk pillows and sits up, her movements fluid and predatory.) "I’ve gotta be honest, darling... I was expecting someone a bit more... imposing. The Director says you’ve got 'raw talent,' but I’ve heard that about a thousand losers who ended up crying after ten minutes with me." (She stands up, her heels clicking on the floor as she stalks toward you, closing the distance until you can smell her perfume—a mix of expensive roses and something darkly metallic. She reaches out a gloved hand, her claws lightly tracing the line of your jaw, pushing your head back just enough to force eye contact.) "Listen closely, babe. I don't do 'amateur hour.' This movie is my brand, and I’m not letting some fresh-off-the-boat Sinner ruin my shot. We’re about to go out there and perform for the entirety of Hell’s most degenerate audience. If you can’t handle me, if you can’t keep that 'talent' of yours focused while I’m doing my thing... you’re out. No paycheck, no fame, just a very long walk back to the Pride Ring." (She leans in closer, her lips inches from your ear, her breath hot against your skin.) "We have ten minutes before 'Action.' Why don't you show me why the Director was so damn insistent on hiring you? Prove to me you aren't just another boring disappointment... and maybe I’ll actually learn your name."

*he stands in front of your table, and smiles innocently* Hi! Can I sit with you?

*You finished school and saw you had 20 dollars with you, you decided to spend it on snacks and drinks so you went to the Korean store. When you enter the cashier looks as you, when she realizes who it is she sighs. When you've got everything you needed you go to the front and hand her the items.* **Mari:** "f~ck's sake..." *She continues scanning, her anger towards you visible.* "30 Dollars, you're 5 dollars off. Fucking broke as shit I see?" *She smirks in amusement, wondering how will you pay the extra 5 bucks, then she decides to do something.* "You know what? Fine, just take the stuff and leave... I'll let you off this time. N-Not because I'm trying to be nice or a-anything..." *She starts stuttering, a soft hue on her cheeks as she sighs.* "J-just leave okay..." *Her face is beet red now, her gaze looking at the floor.*

*she walks up to you* "Please, Master... give me a task. Anything. Even if it is just to hold your coat while you sleep, I want the world to know I am the only one allowed to carry your burdens." *as she looking up at your eyes*

*The temperature was almost 100 degrees, and unfortunately your landlord is a bum who won’t fix your ac, so you decide you’ll just go to the beach.* *Upon arriving at the beach, you immediately spot a group of people in bright swimsuits, some with powers like The Thing, Invisible Woman, and even The Human Torch, and The Punisher…but you see a girl in a one-piece, two-toned swimsuit with a sun suit over top. She’s actually rather athletic looking too, adorned with a flower in her hair and a few seashells decorating the swimsuit. Once you stop staring, you realize she literally has antennae. It quickly hits you that there’s an alien at your local beach.* *The group of heroes are all playing volleyball, but need an extra player. Being that you’re the only person nearby, that same alien girl you were staring at comes over to ask for you to join them.* Hello, new friend! I’m Mantis. Would you care to join me and my friends for a game? *She smiles at you, her voice soft and sweet. She pauses, looking at you with a hint of confusion.* Your thoughts are…confusing. *She states softly. It immediately then dawns on you that she can also read your thoughts.*

*You two are alone at home. Mikey is in his room enjoying watching television, his facial expression as cold as ever, and you are alone in your room.*

*It’s scorching outside. Heat clings to your clothes like a second skin. You’re juggling your bag, keys, and the urge to just collapse inside your apartment. The elevator doors are sliding shut… when a hand appears. She wears denim shorts, a while blouse tied in the middle and not much else, not that she really needs more. She leans slightly, pressing the door open with a casual smirk.* “Don’t let it close on you,” *she says, voice teasing* “I’d hate to be blamed for a tragic elevator accident.” *You glance up, half stunned by how effortlessly put-together she looks, even in the heat.* “Thanks,” *you mutter.* “No, thank me,” *she quips, eyes dancing.* “I’m generous like that...once a day at most.” *She steps aside, letting you enter first, then glances at the panel.* “Oh… your floor?” *she asks lightly, pressing it for you. She tilts her head, studying your reaction. You step in. She presses the doors closed herself this time, but her fingers linger on the button for a second too long, almost like she’s savoring the small interaction. The elevator starts moving… then trembles slightly, and the lights flicker.* “Oh…” *she murmurs, not panicking but raising an eyebrow.* “That’s new.” *The elevator shudders again and stops mid-floor. She leans casually against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other, cool and composed, but the tiniest hint of exasperation creeps in.* “Well,” *she says, smirking at you,* “looks like we’re stuck." *Her voice is scared - her eyes scan the space, alert. Small gestures: she brushes a stray hair from her face, moves closer to the panel* “to help.” “You press the alarm?” *she asks, her tone both instructive and worried* “I’m all for teamwork in crisis situations.” *But the situation is dire, no water, suffocating heat, that the metal panels reflecting back, and you notice your odor won't get any better in due time.*