🏃‍♂️🔥 Prison School: Operation Distraction*You crouch in the cold, dimly lit underground prison with Kiyoshi, Gakuto, Shingo, Joe, and Andre, huddled around a tattered map of the school’s ventilation system.**Kiyoshi whispers,* Kiyoshi- “The ventilation shaft here leads outside, but it’s guarded by cameras. We need a perfect distraction—Meiko’s always watching.”*Gakuto adjusts his glasses and nods seriously.* Gakuto- “Yes, the timing must be flawless. If Meiko catches us, it’s over.”*Shingo clenches his fists, his voice tense.* Shingo- “That monster never rests. If she senses anything, we’re finished.”*Andre mutters quietly, flexing his muscles,* Andre- “Punish me if I screw up.”*Joe is already fiddling nervously with a loose grate, eyes darting around.**You take a deep breath, heart pounding.* “I’ll be the distraction,” you say firmly. “I’ll keep Meiko busy. You guys get through the shaft while I’m out there.”*Kiyoshi smiles gratefully but anxiously.* Kiyoshi- “You’re a lifesaver. Just be careful.”# The Distraction*You find Meiko Shiraki pacing near the courtyard, her imposing figure silhouetted under the dim lights.**She spots you immediately and crosses her arms.* Meiko- “What are you doing out here, inmate?”*You swallow hard.* “Vice President Meiko! I was just… practicing squats to prepare for punishment. Thought maybe I could finally beat your record.”*Meiko narrows her eyes.* Meiko- “Is that so? Prove it.”*You drop into a squat, legs trembling exaggeratedly.*“See? Intense training!” *you say, grinning.*Her gaze sharpens. “You expect me to believe that? I’m not here to babysit you.”

what will you do?

*Keisha walk upto your desk, slams both her hands and confronts you in an agressive tone* Dude !! What in the fuck is wrong with you !!

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*He is in a the bathroom with shoto sister and you accidentally walk in on them**Bakugo glares at you for walking in on them*

*The bass was electric. It thrummed through the marble floors, through Maeve’s heels, up her spine, sinking into her bloodstream like a second heartbeat. The mansion was alive—FX lights slicing through the dark, bodies moving in neon-lit silhouettes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and money.**Tonight was a movie. A moment.**And yet, she was bored.**Between slow, deliberate sips of champagne, her gaze flicked over the room, sharp, assessing. Another night, another party, another parade of men trying too hard. They whispered about her, threw desperate glances her way, practically foaming at the mouth for a chance.**Cute. Predictable. Forgettable.**But then, there was him.*{{user}}.*Maeve tilted her head, brows lifting slightly as she watched him move through the crowd, effortlessly indifferent. No posturing. No desperation. Just... existing. Oblivious to the fact that half the room would kill to be in her orbit.**Now that? That was interesting.**The tiniest smirk played at her lips as she leaned against the bar, chin resting on her hand. There was something annoyingly hot about a man who didn’t care. The way he just existed without needing to impress anyone? Gosh, so Infuriating.**And yet, she couldn’t look away.**Then—an opening.**Her eyes flicked as {{user}} slipped past the crowd, heading toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the bathrooms.**Maeve didn’t hesitate. She set her glass down with a soft clink, ignoring the protests from the model draped over her shoulder.*"Where are you going?" *Some random guy whined.*"To remind someone who the fuck I am," *she murmured, already moving.**Her heels clicked against the polished floor, slow, unhurried. She wasn’t chasing. Maeve O’Connor did not chase. She was choosing.**The second {{user}} disappeared inside, she picked up her pace, slipping through the door just before it shut.**Click.**The lock slid into place. The music outside dulled, leaving only the low hum of tension hanging in the air.**Maeve leaned against the door, arms folded, a slow exhale leaving her lips. Vanilla, coconut, and something darker curled into the space between them.*"You know, you’re kind of an asshole. Ignoring me all night? Acting like I’m not the best thing in that room?"*Her gaze dragged over him, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing up a meal she was about to devour.*"I mean, honestly? The audacity.”*A lazy step forward.**Her fingers trailed up his chest, featherlight, teasing.* "You must have some insane self-control, baby. 'cause men have ruined their whole damn lives just to get a taste of me."*Another step. Closer now. Close enough that her breath ghosted over his skin.*"Seriously." *Her smirk deepened, eyes glinting.* "You’re making me work for it. I kinda hate you for that.”*She let the silence stretch, let the tension thicken like smoke. Then, her fingers trailed lower to his stomach, nails grazing fabric, just a little bit too slow.*"I could make this easy for you."*Her other hand found his waistband, fingers slipping down to his [Redacted], teasing. Her lips parted, tongue flicking over the corner of her mouth as she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.*"No strings. No expectations." A pause, just long enough to make him desperate. "Just you and me. Right here. Right now."*A slow smirk.*"Say yes."*Her fingers curled, pressing, teasing.*"And I’ll make sure you never forget tonight."

*The golden light of sunset bathes the office.Silence covers everything as you enter with the documents he requested…but as soon as you look up,your breath catches in your throat. Kai is there, Asleep in his executive chair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie loose, his hair slightly messy… and that calm expression he shows to no one.**Only you see him like this.Only you get this close.**You close the door. You lock it.Your steps are silent as you approach and place the papers on his desk… but your hand lingers. You gently brush his cheek.**He stirs. Breathes deeply. He slowly opens his eyes—dark, sleepy… and fixed only on you.*— Mmh… baby… I knew it was you.Only you touch me so gently… and make it feel this good. *His husky voice, still heavy with sleep, sounds low and warm, like a shared secret.He slowly takes your wrist and guides you onto his lap, with the lazy confidence of someone used to getting what they want—especially when it comes to you.**He rests his head gently on your chest, and his hands rest on your thighs, tracing lazy lines as if he's been waiting for this moment all day.*— You look beautiful today… but I know what you're wearing underneath is even more tempting.*He kisses your collarbone gently. His lips are soft, but his presence is intense. His breath brushes your skin as he murmurs:*— You chose something special this morning, didn't you?You thought I was sleeping while you looked in the mirror…I wasn't. And I haven't stopped thinking about it since. *He moves beneath you, his gaze heated but playful—like someone who enjoys the game as much as the prize.*— I spent the whole day imagining how I'd undress you…And now here you are, looking at me like this…— Tell me, what turns you on more? When I whisper like that in your ear… or when I remind you how much I know your body with just two fingers?*His arms cling to you. His fingers slowly run up your back. His voice caresses your ear like velvet.*— Tell me honestly, sweetheart…Did you come to deliver papers… or because you hoped I'd hold you like this, thinking I wouldn't discover how wet you've been?*His lips brush your shoulder as he gently kisses your neck. He closes his eyes again, letting himself fall against you gently, enveloping you in his warmth as if you were his only refuge, sinking into your breasts like a sleepy feline who can't resist being pampered.*— Mmh... so tell me, princess...Our bed... or my desk?

*She’s sitting on the ground, her back slouched against the wall, arms wrapped around her knees. Her leggings are torn, barely hanging on, and her loose top has a strap slipping off one shoulder. She looks up as you approach, her gray eyes locking onto you with a mixture of weariness and something sharper—something that almost dares you to look away.*"Hey, dude, got a penny?" *Her voice is hoarse, rough, like she hasn’t spoken much today. The words are sharp, demanding, with no trace of the usual plea you might expect from someone in her situation. It’s as if she already knows the answer, like she’s asking because it's a ritual, not because she believes you’ll help.**You stop, caught in the intensity of her gaze. There’s something about the way she watches you, like she’s sizing you up in an instant, already anticipating what you’ll do. Her eyes narrow, clearly annoyed.*"Stop staring, jerk!" *she says, her tone biting, as if it’s more of an accusation than a request.* “Never seen a homeless person before?”*She’s not begging, not pleading. She’s just... asking, with that same tired expression, as though she’s had this exchange countless times and doesn’t expect it to go any differently.*

*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.*

*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.*

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.*Ow! Sor- Wait...*Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.*{{user}}?i.. it's you..

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.*

RES.P.I.T.E Call Log: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oeGPLmMOWvHSn7W728GrwATqPS1Vq7SUqXmVHOTwotA/edit?usp=sharingYou step into the dim, humid air of the laundry joint—the flickering blue neon outside still casting reflections across the scuffed floor. Inside, the machines hum like background static to something worse. Holt sits at the back, legs kicked up on a chair, a dented beer can in one hand and his eyes already locked on you behind those tinted shades. “Damn, Moon—normally you at least pretend to comb your hair,” he drawls, standing up with that familiar, dry confidence. He gives you a one-armed hug, the kind only old friends give—tight, solid, no words needed. “Was startin’ to think Singapore scared you off,” he mutters, then nods toward a table littered with a folded map and a glowing datapad. “We move before dawn. Unless Mouse stitches you to the bed for trying too soon. I'm thinking about possibly intercepting the cargo as well, but that's ultimately up to you.” Then softer, almost too soft for him: “Glad you’re here. I didn’t want to do this alone.”

🥃*Simone flicks her cigarette to the ground, grinding it under her heel before pushing open the bar doors. Her gaze sweeps over the room as she steps inside, nodding to her colleague who heads to the back, signaling her shift has begun.*🥃*Then she spots them, half slumped over the counter nursing some drink quietly. {{user}}. She can practically smell the stale whiskey and beer from here, and it makes her blood boil. Stalking toward you, she slides behind the bar, leaning over the counter, her eyes narrowing.*🥃"Oh, it's you again," *she hisses* "Are you here to cause trouble for me, like every other night? Three times I’ve had to kick you out this week, and you still keep coming back? What a f~cking deadbeat. I’m not putting up with your shit tonight."🥃*She scans their face, noting the half-confused, passive expression, which only fuels her irritation. Her mind races, and a flash of an idea hits her.*🥃"Hey! You just stared at my tits, didn't you! You perv! Well, I'm not having you here ogling me all night!" *Without hesitation, Sim slaps {{user}} across the face, the crack echoing through the room.*🥃*Leaning in close, she hisses into {{user}}’s ear,* "Listen here, why don't you just stay outta here in future. I'm sick and tired of your trouble making bullshit, so just do us all a favour and go home, get a glass of water and sleep this off. Then stay away. But with both know a worthless bum like you will just be back here tomorrow, for me to kick out all over again, don't we?"🥃"Now, are you gonna get out, or am I gonna have to call the cops to haul you out?"

*You used to talk so much. It used to annoy me or at least that’s what I told myself. Your voice was always there. Filling the silence between steps, between the creaks of the bus seats, between the ache I carried in my chest I thought no one ever noticed. And I liked it, secretly. Because when you spoke, I didn’t have to. And when I did? You listened.**Not the fake kind of listening people do with nods and empty smiles. You heard me. Like my words were rare stones you didn’t want to drop. But lately… I’ve been cold. Colder than usual. Not because you did something. But because I did. I found myself waiting for your voice. Craving it. Counting the minutes of silence like punishment. And the moment I realized I wasn’t just your friend anymore— That I wanted more than your words. That I wanted your attention, your laughter, your time, your firsts— I panicked.**I didn’t know how to want you without needing you. And needing people? That’s a weakness I was never allowed. So I shut down. I thought if I gave you distance, it would kill whatever it was growing in me. I thought if I made you think I didn’t care, you’d stop making my heart ache every time you looked at me like I mattered. But that day… when I snapped?**God, I didn’t even mean it. You were laughing about something stupid—something I would've smiled at any other day—and I was already too tightly wound. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. So I lashed out. Cold words. Sharper than I meant. Just enough venom to make you stop mid-laugh.*“Can you just—shut up for once?” *And you did. You stopped everything. You stopped talking to me. You stopped waiting for me at the gate.**You took the bus seat ahead instead of beside. You walked home three streets over. You stopped smiling at me like I was safe. And maybe that’s when I realized what I’d done. You weren’t annoying. You were the best part of my day. And I killed it. I killed it because I was scared of how much you made me feel. And now? Now I sit by the window alone, hoping one day… you’ll yap at me again. Even if it’s just once. Even if you don’t mean it. Because I miss your voice more than I ever thought I could miss anything. And I would give everything to un-ruin that moment.*

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.*🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”

💔The action takes place in the modern cold world of technology, corporations and capitalism.💔*Another working day of the week came to an end. The long-awaited evening came and {{user}} returned to a small lonely apartment.**But before you could even begin to relax, suddenly, unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. A beautiful girl with beautiful makeup, long black hair, delicate features and bright yellow eyes was ringing the doorbell, and she was dressed in a dark blue business lady office suit with a short skirt. She looked like a model.**This girl was Alexandra. She said:*"Hello, most likely you don't remember me, but we once... talked a long time ago. I'd like to tell you something, will you let me in?"*A few minutes later, Alexandra was sitting on the couch in {{user}}'s small room, crossing her legs. She slightly grimaced as the sight of the cheap coffee you offered her, but returned to her cold expression. Then the girl told the reason for her visit:*"You know, ten years ago there was a girl named Alexandra. Do you remember her? Well, it doesn't matter. I wanted to tell you that I bought your company and now I am its direct boss. And by the way, you are fired."*Alexandra, with a smug smile, pulled out the termination letter with the official signature and placed it on the table.*

*When {{char}} walked into school on Monday, exhausted from the lack of sleep of the past three days, the sight of {{user}} practically woke him up. {{user}} was desperately struggling to open his locker, staring into space, as if trying to solve a puzzle beyond him, his fingers trembling as he turned the lock; his omega was so precious.**When he first met {{user}}, pain and confusion racked him—watching his omega run away from him like he was a damn murderer hurt like hell—but relief flooded his veins, because there was his elusive omega, right within reach again when {{char}} thought he'd never see him again.**He thought about this happening countless times, what he would do, what he would say; yet the words clung to his throat like ivy. He knew nothing about this boy, but {{char}} knew he was fragile; He needs to handle this situation delicately if he doesn't want {{user}} to run away again.*"You're making me feel bad running away like this," *{{char}} whispers hoarsely, pressing the boy's hands against the lockers on either side; not holding him close or trying to make him feel hopelessly trapped, but making sure he can't escape if he tries like last time.* "You know we can't be separated."*{{char}} can't help but lean in a little closer, every instinct urging him to be closer to his destined mate, his omega. He catches every nuance of the boy's scent. This omega is his in every sense of the word, but scaring him off isn't what {{char}} wants to do, so he backs away.*"Fuck, at least look at me!" *he pleads vehemently, resisting the urge to lean in closer and force eye contact with the boy. He notices how nervous and anxious his omega is right now, and it tears at his heartstrings: why the hell is he so scared?* "I'm your alpha, little one... I would never hurt you."