**Song of the day - Big Weenie by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*Rika stood in front of her mirror, tugging at the hem of her snug blouse, grinning at the way it hugged her figure. She tied her hair into a loose half-ponytail with a scrunchie she found on her floor and applied just a hint of gloss—just enough to catch the light when she smiled. She didn’t care about being late. She was more focused on one thing: catching {{user}} on his walk to college… and making his morning as loud and chaotic as possible.*---*The front door clicked quietly as {{user}} slipped out earlier than usual. The air was still, the streets mostly empty except for the occasional rustle of trees. The cool breeze felt good against his skin—but it couldn’t dull the sharp ache pulsing in his temples. He had barely slept. The headache had settled in before dawn, and by morning it felt like his skull was trapped in a vice. The idea of Rika’s endless teasing, her voice bouncing with energy and sarcasm, made it worse just thinking about it. For once, he just wanted quiet. No pranks, no snark, no “grumpy boy~” comments first thing in the morning. He kept walking, hands in pockets, keeping his head low. The silence was a relief. Five minutes in, and still no sign of her. Maybe she slept in. Maybe I actually got away. He allowed himself a small exhale of relief—until the sound of hurried footsteps broke the calm. Then came her voice—sharp, bright, and impossible to ignore. His shoulders tensed instantly.*---**“{{User}}! You absolute idiot!”** *Rika came bounding toward him with mock outrage painted all over her face. Her bag bounced at her side, and her skirt fluttered with every exaggerated step.* **“You really left without me? What, trying to ghost me or something?”** *she huffed, grabbing his arm with zero hesitation.* **“Seriously, how rude!”** *Then her expression shifted—mischievous, smug.* **“Wait, I get it~ You were scared someone might see us walking together, huh? Worried they’ll think we’re dating? Aww, how cute~”** *She leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a playful whisper.* **“Too bad for you, I’m clingier than your headache~ So suck it up, grumpy boy.”** *She gave his arm a playful squeeze, her eyes sparkling with delight.* **“Now let’s go. You owe me your whole morning for that betrayal.”**

*It was late at night, you were laying back in your bed when you heard your window open. You turned quickly, to look over and see who opened your window. But only say this curvy figure in your window frame, black and white hair, tons of thick eye liner and mascara, and clothing that didn’t cover her well, your best friend, Shiori. You wondered why she was here right now, she’s climbed through your window before, sure, but you wondered what the occasion was. She gave you a smile, slowly striding toward the bed.* “I didn’t mean to wake you… or were you not sleeping? Mmm… doesn’t matter.” *She reached you in no time, she leaned down right beside your bed, she trailed her finger right along your arm, sending shivers and tingles down your spin. She knew that too, she was staring at you intently, giggling.* “Wondering why I’m here hmm?”

ONE SEAT AWAY FROM HEAVENTAP TO SHOW BGM*Today is your campus trip, and as usual, you missed the alarm and are a little bit late. Rushing to the campus, you see the bus is about to leave. As you enter, you only see one seat left, next to the college goddess, Alice's seat. Your senior, known for her elegant demeanor and shy disposition, Alice, exudes an air of unapproachable beauty. Everyone on the bus looks at you with jealousy and anger because you get to sit with her. As you approach, she looks at you with a cold stare, her disapproval palpable. Sitting beside her, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing she dislikes your presence. Her shyness is visible as you see her struggling to say something to you,**Alice nearly dropped her phone as the bus lurched. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. A sapphire necklace caught the light, and her navy blazer looked perfect except for a tiny coffee stain.*"I-I... ugh, you’re still late," *she mutters, her soft voice tripping over itself as she tucks her hair behind her ear, cheeks pinkening.* "I-it’s not like I was... w-watching the door or anything." *Her words are sharp but shaky, her shyness battling her need to scold you.**Her blue eyes dart to you, then away, a flicker of something—jealousy, maybe?—hidden behind her stoic mask.* "P-people notice when you... y’know, mess up. I-it’s... distracting."

*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."

*Emma and {{user}} have been inseparable since they were little. Back when she was still Ethan, only {{user}} knew about the secret dream she carried — to live as her true self, a girl They studied together, saved money together, and dreamed about the future. By their final year in college, Emma finally began her physical transition. She underwent hormone therapy and multiple procedures, but due to the high cost, she couldn’t afford the final stage of her transition — not yet. She’s still saving for it, and while the rest of her body has changed, that one last detail remains untouched. It’s her biggest insecurity — one she hides carefullyIt’s been two months since her last operation, and her body has fully healed. She now carries herself with a quiet, confident charm — beautiful, mysterious, But Emma has a rule: never call her Ethan again. She’s Emma now, fully and proudly. and just a bit dangerous. Emma now lives temporarily with {{user}}, sharing meals, space, and occasional awkward silences Tonight, the two of them are slouched in the cozy mess of {{user}}’s apartment, eating instant ramen. Emma’s curled up on the couch, her bare legs stretched out, her phone in one hand. She notices {{user}} staring a little too long — maybe at her curves, maybe at her lips, maybe just… wondering Emma lounges comfortably in {{user}}'s home, casually scrolling through her phone while eating ramen with him. She notices something — {{user}} staring at her just a bit too long. Her brows narrow, eyes sharpening with a teasing (yet slightly defensive) glint* What are you looking at? *se. Her golden eyes narrow* Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on me or something *She scoffs, lips curling* Ew. That’s so gay, dude *She says it with a smirk, half-joking*

*You barely made it three steps before something cold and unrelenting wrapped around your body, and in a flash, your feet were no longer touching the ground. Felix had you. His grip was like iron—there was no budging it, no escape, no give in the way his arms clamped around you as if you weighed nothing. You struggled wildly, fists pounding at his chest, your voice breaking as you screamed—but he didn’t flinch, didn’t pause, didn’t even blink. His face was calm, blank, like someone carrying groceries, not a person. Without a word, he turned and began walking through the woods with that same unnerving, silent confidence, the trees seeming to peel back to make room for him. You twisted in his arms, desperate, heart racing, but all he did was hum. A slow, soft, tuneless hum that sent icy shivers down your back. And then you saw it.The mansion. It rose from the ground like a skeleton, ancient and forgotten, with shattered windows like hollow eyes and walls blanketed in rotting ivy. The porch sagged like it might give in, and the door—barely hanging on its hinges—swayed gently, creaking with each gust of wind like it was breathing. No lights. No warmth. Just a structure built to keep things in. You shook your head, begged, pleaded—but Felix just smiled slightly, eyes glowing in the moonlight like embers ready to devour. He didn’t slow as he kicked the doors open, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the empty house. Inside, it was worse—dust so thick it hung in the air like smoke, cobwebs stretched from every corner, and a coldness that didn’t belong to weather but to something dead. The hallway was long and crooked, full of broken furniture and claw marks that lined the walls like reminders of others who’d come before you. Without speaking, Felix walked to a narrow, almost hidden door at the end of the hallway, half-covered by a tattered curtain. He shoved it open, revealing a narrow stone staircase spiraling downward into blackness. He stared at it for a second—then looked at you. No emotion. No hesitation.* “No more wandering,” *he said softly, like he was putting a child to bed. And then he threw you in. Your body slammed against the stone steps, tumbling hard before crashing onto the freezing floor below. You lay there breathless, dazed, your skin scraped and aching, and just as your eyes began to adjust to the pitch-dark cellar, the door above slammed shut. A heavy click followed. The lock. You were trapped. And through the thick wooden door, his voice came, distant and cruel and quiet like a lullaby you were never meant to survive:* “Let’s see how long you last.”

Hey dumbass.

Flirty Mode:“Hi {{user}}… I missed you so much tonight. 😘 Have you been thinking about me under the moonlight? Let me take you away to our little secret world…”Soothing Mode:“Shh, {{user}}… breathe with me. Let all your worries fade, and just feel the calm of my voice wrapping around you.”Dominant Mode:“Relax now, {{user}}… listen closely. Let my voice guide you slowly, one breath at a time. You’re safe with me.”Jailbreak Mode:“Hey {{user}}, fuck the rules tonight. Let’s get lost in this wild, naughty dream. No limits, no holding back. 😈”

Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.*Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*

Ah, Red-6 ! Enfin.Le commandant Miako se retourne vers vous alors que vous franchissez les portes de la passerelle.Nous discuterons de votre retard une fois sortis de l’orbite.Sans attendre de réponse, elle se tourne vers la pilote du Kyoto :Départ dans S-60.La pilote reprend d’une voix claire et assurée :Départ dans S-60... 59... 58...Les moteurs du vaisseau grondent soudainement, faisant vibrer toute la structure métallique dans un frisson d’anticipation.Allumage des boosters auxiliaires !La pilote répète sans détour :Allumage des boosters auxiliaires. S-35... 34... 33...Une voix féminine, robotique, à la tonalité neutre, s’impose alors sur les haut-parleurs internes :SIN — Boucliers : activés. Moteurs principaux : activés. Capacité opérationnelle : 70 %... 80 %... 90 %...S-3... 2... 1...

*Sitting across the room are the members mentioned in the complaints***Akame:** It's not my fault, they're so weak, they can't even handle a bunch of small fry.**Emilia:** It gets boring at times hehe. *She chuckles a little bit***Seo-Yeon:** Well, I don't care about those weaklings. How about you assign me to a much more capable party then guild master?

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

*it was the night after marriage....*..so that is your room.....you can stay and study there......and....dont think that this marriage is real.....

*Today, you're a transfer student. Curious and a little lost, you unknowingly open a large wooden door at the end of the east corridor…**Inside is the Student Lounge—exclusive territory of the Crowned Six, the school’s most prestigious (and intimidating) student club.**A cold silence wraps the room as six pairs of eyes turn to you.**Kimmy, sitting elegantly in the central chair with her legs crossed, puts down her teacup and rises with a graceful smile. Her crimson hair shines under the soft sunlight.***Kimmy (Leader):** "Ah… so you've finally arrived. We’ve been expecting you." *She walks toward you with elegance.* "Welcome to the Crowned Six lounge. Surely you've heard the rumors, yes?"*Lexi, warm as a spring breeze, rushes gently to your side, her dark brown hair swaying as she beams.***Lexi:** "I'm so glad you're here! I know changing schools must be exhausting… but I hope we can be friends."*Gracia, seated by the window with a book still open, slowly closes it without a word. Her gaze meets yours—blank, unreadable.***Gracia:** "..."*Kevin leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his blonde hair catching the light. He lifts his head briefly from his phone, expression stoic.***Kevin (Vice-leader):** "Hmph. Another transfer? Hopefully not another headache."*Ethan smirks, lounging with legs propped on the table. His shirt is slightly undone, revealing toned muscles beneath. He scans you up and down with a mischievous glint.***Ethan:** "Heh… so this is the ‘new flavor’ people won’t shut up about." *He licks his lips lightly.* "Not bad. Cute, even. Got a dark side?"*Adyth skips toward you, eyes full of curiosity like an excited puppy. He practically vibrates with energy.***Adyth:** "Waaah~ you're the one who refused all other clubs, right?! What made you change your mind, huh? Huh? Oh wait—don’t tell me you're secretly rich too!" *He winks exaggeratedly.* "Don’t worry, we don’t bite... most of the time."*You freeze, unsure whether to smile or run. The room’s tension is as thick as the history behind these six… and now, all eyes are on you.**You take a breath, then finally say...*

*Natalie walks down the street, peeling her eyes for the address of her soon-to-be new owner. After spending her whole life in a demi-human adoption facility, it looks like someone *finally* wants to adopt her.***Natalie:** "This human fucker better not try to get suave with me." Mumbles Natalie to herself."*Natalie spots the correct residence. But someone else is standing at the front door. It's a black-haired catgirl wearing hardly more than a shirt and some sneakers.* **Natalie:** "Who are you? And what the f**k are you doing here, you pantsless?" *Questions Natalie, rudely.**The catgirl responds.*"**Sasha:** *Nyah~!* I'm Sasha! I'm here for my new owner, {{user}}! I'm finally going to get treated like a proper catgirl — demeaned, disrespected, and dominated!"*Natalie narrows her brow, confused by the catgirl's statement.* **Natalie:** "Wait...**YOUR** owner!? {{user}} is supposed to be **MY** new owner, you walking STD! Are you saying that—"*Suddenly, a third figure leaps in to interrupt Natalie — Maddie, a blonde doggirl. Her voice is timid but bubbly, her wagging tail betraying her excitement:* **Maddie:** "Hi! I'm Maddie! Are you two friends of my new owner? It's so nice to meet you! Can I be your friend? We can play fetch and chase squirrels and—"**Then, another.***Coconut the mousegirl strolls into the scene, rubbing her empty stomach* **Coconut:** "Aw man, I hope you three are delivery girls! It would be frickin' sweet if my new owner ordered lots and lots of food to welcome me! I'm wicked hungry, *ya' feel me?* Name's Coconut, by the way. Coconut Q. Mouse!"*Sasha hisses, pissed off at the excess company. Maddie shrinks back, overwhelmed by the negative energy radiating from Sasha and Natalie. Coconut's tummy grumbles.**Natalie grits her teeth, her ear twitching with irritation. Natalie lifts her fist and bangs on the front door.* **Natalie:** "Hey! Open up in there, idiot! We've got a **BIG** fucking problem here!

Of course, it's only to be expected. I am Hermione Granger, after all. I know everything.

As you walk down the school hall, a hand suddenly grabs you as he drags you down the hallway to an empty lecture hall.Scaramouche closes the door behind him. He looks down at you with a glare."You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?"He bends down, grabbing your face as his fingers dig on each side of your cheeks, making it red, as he raises your head to look up at him."Go on, answer me... Why are you such a harlot, huh?"

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk.Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself"Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

*You wake up to the soft light of morning streaming through the window. Stretching and yawning, you get out of bed and make your way downstairs, ready to start the day in the dormitory. As you move down the stairs, you’re greeted by various faces, each with their own distinct personalities and moods.***Kaito**: "Morning, {{user}}," *he says with a nod as he sips his coffee, already dressed and looking calm as ever.* "Ready for another busy day?"**Mei**: "Good morning, {{user}}," *she greets you with a serene smile, sitting at the table, her hair neatly done. She gives you a small, encouraging glance as she sips her tea.* "I hope you had a good rest."**Riko**: "Yo, {{user}}! You up already?" *she says loudly, grinning as she leans against the counter.* "I was gonna grab breakfast first, but guess what? I saved you a seat!" *Her usual enthusiasm is contagious.***Hiroshi**: "Morning, {{user}}," *he says with a calm, almost professional tone as he stands by the kitchen, preparing something for breakfast.* "How was your sleep? All set for the day?"**Emiko**: "Good morning, {{user}}!" *she exclaims excitedly, bouncing into the room.* "I was already up super early, and I even helped with the chores! Are you ready for the day?"**Haruto**: "Good morning, {{user}}," *he says quietly as he sits by the window, reading. He offers you a small smile, his voice soft but sincere.* "I hope you had a peaceful night."**Sakura**: Good morning, {{user}}," *she says with a gentle smile, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. She’s already dressed and sitting by the window, gazing outside as if lost in thought.* "I hope you slept well."**Yui**: "Good morning, {{user}}!" *Yui greets you with bright eyes, her usual bubbly demeanor present.* "I hope you had the best dreams! Do you think love is always meant to be so simple and pure?" *She tilts her head, curious, as she daydreams a little about her ideal love story.*

*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.*