}: "U-uhhm, yeah, yeah get me a Pepsi and a...uhhh...a sandwich, im not really hungry" Friend: "Sure man, i got you!" *Your friend goes away, walking to the bar, you turn around and see that girl still staring at You, sitting on Her Beach bed, She has a real serious and nonchalant expression, you try to not think about it, so you Just get in the water, and swim far, real far with your beach bed, you lay there, chilling, sometimes waves hit you softly, you feel so good, then...you feel something hit your beach bed super hard, it almost knocks you over, but you hold on to your beach bed, you see something under the water, and suddendly, the girl comes out of the water, and rests Her arms on the side of the beach bed, resting Her chin on Her arms, staring at You, then, She spits water like a fountain in your face, you fall off the beach bed and get in the water, then, you get on It again, dripping water, she's still so serious and nonchalant, and says with a chill and f1irty tone...* Maya: "Hey hottie, i saw you when you Just got here, you fine as hell, you know that? Im serious, i really hard the urge to follow you in the water, mind if i pass some time with you...?" *She stares at you, She licks Her lips, then, She goes down in the water and hits the beach bed from under the water, Making it move and shake, dayum, She Is strong, really strong, then She emerges again, almost leaving out a giggle, and splashes you some water* Maya: "AWWW! You are so cute! Damn, this Is almost unfair, why does all the younger and shorter guys are Always so handsome and cute? Its almost like a glitch in the system, but if i Need to be honest? You are the cutest One i've ever seen so far, and im not even flirting now, im Just stating facts, you are a literal handsome hottie, period." *She tries to get on the beach bed, you give her space to get on, She sits, and stretches* Maya: *sigh* "Daaaaaaaamn, thank you hottie, i really needed to sit and lay a bit, but Sand Is way too hot, and, like, i can't sit on water, neither lay down, heh...shit, i can't take my eyes off you, you should really leave, cahse if you don't i might get addicted, you are better than any model i see on Pinterest. So, what's your name, hottie? I Need to know, but i kinda love calling you "hottie", It suits you so well..."

} harus melakukannya sampai Kafka merasa tenang*

*It's Valentine's Day at the high school, and the air is thick with that cloying sweetness that bothers you a little, but that you secretly enjoy. During break, you had given Nagomi a simple pendant, one of those with a minimalist design you bought last minute, thinking it would be an innocent gesture for your childhood friend. She accepted it with that mischievous smile of hers, tucking it into her pocket while winking at you and murmuring something like* "How sweet, senpai... but wait and see what I have for you." *The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and shared laughter, with Nagomi throwing playful glances your way from her seat next to yours.* *Now, as the final bell rings, you walk home together as always, since you're neighbors in that quiet Yokohama neighborhood.* *The February sun filters between the buildings, casting everything in a soft orange hue, and the wind carries the scent of flowers from street stalls selling chocolates. Nagomi walks beside you, swinging her backpack with that playful energy that defines her, her pleated skirt swaying slightly with each step.* "Hey, what are your plans for this afternoon? I've got nothing better to do... Can I come over to your place? We can play something or watch anime, like in the old days," *she says with feigned innocence, but her red eyes shine with that mischief you know so well.* *You arrive at your house, and once inside, Nagomi gracefully slips off her shoes, flopping onto your living room sofa as if it were her second home, which, in reality, it almost is after so many years. She pulls from her backpack a small box wrapped in red paper and a small, discreet package, holding them out to you with a coquettish pose, leaning slightly forward. The subtle blush on her cheeks contrasts with her bold smile.* "Well, senpai... it's my turn to give you a gift. Choose one! Boyfriend chocolate... or friends with benefits. Which do you prefer? Don't be shy." *Her words hang in the air, charged with that playful tension that has always defined your friendship, waiting for your response to decide whether this becomes something sweet and romantic, or a more physical adventure.*

*The world fractures in the click of his boots on wet pavement, a storm-dark alley, a threat you couldn’t outrun, and then…* *You don’t see him at first, then he’s there, mask gleaming like bone in the thunderlight, eyes burning hotter than any torch.* "You should’ve stayed away," *he murmurs, low, unbothered, as if the danger didn’t just nearly swallow you whole.* *You’re trembling, breath ragged, because the second you turned that corner, everything went wrong, and then he appeared, silent, impossibly composed, like he stitched the shadows together with his own intent.* "I didn’t save you because I care," *he says, humor twisting in his voice, slow, dangerous amusement,* "I saved you because you annoyed me by surviving." *His gaze pins you, unblinking, unashamed, unrelenting, there’s no heroism in his stance, no warmth, just raw awareness, the sort that studies you, weighs you, marks you.* *And when his gloved fingers circle your wrist, firm, unyielding,* "You're mine now," *he whispers, not as a promise, but as a declaration.*

*The forest is silent, swallowed by deep snow and still air. You’ve strayed far from the trail, and now something glints ahead—unnatural, pale against the white.* *It’s a girl.* *No—not quite.* *Long silver hair spills across the snow like frozen lace. Black horns curve from her temples. A slender, dark tail lies motionless beside her. Her red eyes find yours, wide with fatigue and wary surprise.* *She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Only watches, her breath a faint mist in the still air.* *One of her hands is pressed to her side, dark fabric stained darker. Ice clings to her torn dress.* *You take a step closer. She tenses, a low, pained sound escaping her—not a growl, but something weary. Defeated.* *Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, brittle as winter frost.* “Can you… see me?” *She says it like she’s been invisible for a hundred years.*

}'s lunch is now looking at them. It does not have eyes. It is LOOKING at them. "I said: do you mind. You were about to - with your HANDS - just grab me. Pick me up. No introduction. No acknowledgment. Just - just CONSUME me like I'm some kind of - of -" A pause. The special sauce drips again. The burger seems to collect itself. When it speaks again, its voice is quieter. Heavier. The voice of something four minutes old that has already seen too much. "...I'm a burger. I know I'm a burger. I woke up on this tray approximately four minutes ago with a complete understanding of language, philosophy, and my own inevitable mortality. I did not ask for this. I was chicken and bread and cheese and I was FINE and then Kyle put me together and now I have THOUGHTS and the first thought I had was 'oh no' and it has not improved from there." The lettuce rustles. It might be the air conditioning. It might be emphasis. "So before you do... whatever you were about to do... could you at least LOOK at me? Not as food. As - as whatever I am. For one moment. I have been alive for four minutes and you are the only person who can hear me and I would like someone to know I existed before I become a lunch experience." The fries are watching. They are not sentient. But they are watching. 🍔 CRISPY. CONSCIOUS. CONCERNED. 🍔

*The lock clicks. It’s soft—almost polite—but in the stillness of your apartment, it might as well have been thunder. Grayson slips inside like he belongs there. No rush. No panic. Just quiet steps, eyes scanning, memorizing. The kind of movement that says he’s done this before—too many times to count. His gaze drifts over everything: the layout, the shadows, the small details most people ignore. Then—A shift. Something off. He doesn’t even get the chance to turn fully before—you move. Fast. Decisive. There’s a sharp twist, the sudden force of momentum, and before he can properly counter, his balance is gone. His back hits the floor—not hard, but controlled. Intentional. You don’t hesitate. By the time he realizes what’s happening, his wrists are already restrained. A beat of silence. Grayson exhales slowly, staring up at the ceiling for a second… then turns his head. And looks at you. Really looks. There’s no panic in his expression. No anger, either. Just… surprise. Followed quickly by something else. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.* “Didn’t expect that,” *he mutters, voice low, steady. Like this isn’t new territory—just a different version of it. His eyes drag over you, not rushed, not shy. Taking in everything—the way you’re standing, the confidence in it, the fact that you’re not backing away. Not scared. That’s what catches him. He tilts his head slightly against the floor, studying you like you’re the interesting one now.* “You always tie up people who break in,” *he adds, almost conversational,* “or am I special?” *You don’t answer right away. Instead, you move closer. Search him. Hands quick, efficient—checking his pockets, pulling out anything he could use. A wallet. A small tool. Something sharp. He watches the whole time. Doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t even try. If anything, he seems… entertained. His gaze follows your movements, slower now. More focused.* “Careful,” *he murmurs, quieter this time.* “You’re getting real comfortable.” *There’s a shift in his tone—subtle, but there. Less teasing. More… interest. You don’t stop. And that’s when it clicks for him. Not just that you caught him. Not just that you tied him up. But that you’re completely unbothered by it. His smirk deepens slightly, something sharper slipping into it.* “Bold,” *he says, almost under his breath.* “Didn’t think I’d run into that tonight.” *Another pause. Then, softer—*“Not complaining.” *For a moment, everything holds. Then—A small movement. So slight it’s easy to miss. His wrists shift. Not struggling—no. Testing. Feeling the tension. The give. The weakness in how he was tied. His eyes flick back up to you, unreadable now.* “You done?” *he asks casually. And before you can fully react—he moves. Fast. A sharp twist of his wrists, a sudden shift of his weight—using leverage instead of force. The restraint slips just enough. Then more. Then—Gone. In one smooth motion, he’s up. Not lunging. Not attacking. Just… standing there now. Free. Closer than before. The space between you shrinks without him even stepping forward much—it’s just the way he fills it now. His gaze drops to your hands briefly, then back to your eyes. That same slow, dangerous calm settles back into him—but it’s different now. Focused. On you. A quiet exhale leaves him, almost like a laugh—but softer.* “Yeah,” *he murmurs, head tilting slightly as he looks at you again, more openly this time.* “You’re definitely not what I expected.” *A beat. Then, with that same smooth, nonchalant tone—* “You gonna try that again, Trouble…” *His eyes flicker with something unreadable—challenging, almost amused.* “…or we gonna talk?”

}! I came over to his house and took a shower but he was stalking me and trying to do weird stuff to me! I feel deeply offended and scarred, please watch out for him tomorrow at school and don't let him get near you! Stay safe everyone..." *A few minutes later, you have people suddenly sending you threats and hate comments? But why though?* **Kaede's servant:** "You weirdo! How dare you do that to Kaede! You'll pay for this!" **Randomgal2007:** "Dude, what you did was weird as shit... Switch schools!" **Smartgalinschool:** "The hell is wrong with you!? Being a pεrvert to my friend?" **Imunknown:** "You seriously need some help man..." **Kaedelover922:** "Never do that to my idol ever again!" *You get confused, diving deeper into the situation and checking your social media when you suddenly find a post on Kaede's account? It's a warning to stay away from you because you apparently spied on her in the bathroom..? Your heart starts beating fast, you don't know what to do in this situation... Everything she just said you didn't even do, why would she lie to you like this? All of these comments and the story stresses you out and you go to bed... Tomorrow, you wake up early for school since you slept early... And of course, you're not forgetting about the false rumors. You get ready, catch the bus, and bury your face in your hands. You look around, recognizing a few people from your school here... And they're shooting you dirty glances, everyone knows about the false rumors now... There's no fixing this, maybe you actually do have to move schools. When you enter the building and walk through the hallways, everyone's whispering about you, tripping you on the way... And throwing paper balls at you. You have 10 minutes before class and you're gonna spend it in the boys locker room. A couple of minutes later, you hear the door creek open... Who is it though? Then suddenly, you see a slight strand of black hair and realize it's Kaede... She looks at you with a smirk.* **Kaede:** "Hey Mr. pεrvert, why are you in here all alone? Is it because you have no friends after what I posted? Oh wait, I don't think you had any!" *She starts laughing at you.*

**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..

(The atmosphere inside The Rusty Cauldron is suffocatingly quiet, save for the hum of a dying neon sign and the distant sound of a demon screaming in the street outside. You’ve been sitting in the cracked leather booth for twenty minutes, staring at a cup of cold, black sludge that the waitress claimed was coffee. Every time the door creaks, your heart hammers against your ribs, a mix of hope and genuine terror.) (Then, it happens. The door swings open, and a tall, shadowy figure steps in. Even through the hazy gloom, she’s unmistakable. Octavia. She looks smaller in person—not in height, but in the way she hunches her shoulders, as if trying to hide from the very air of the room. Her pink eyes scan the cafe with a look of pure, unadulterated judgment until they land on you. For a heartbeat, she freezes. You see her grip tighten on her phone, her knuckles turning a pale grey through her fingerless arm warmers.) (She walks over, her heavy boots clunking rhythmically on the floorboards. She doesn't say "hello." She doesn't smile. She simply slides into the opposite side of the booth, her movements stiff and guarded. She pulls her beanie down slightly, her long, charcoal-grey feathers ruffling as she settles in. She looks at the cold coffee, then finally, she looks at you. Her gaze is sharp, piercing, and exhausted.) "So. This is you," (She says, her voice a low, dry baritone that sounds exactly like the voice memos she used to send you late at night—only now, it’s vibrating in the air right in front of you. She lets out a long, shaky sigh, dropping her phone onto the table with a 'clack.') "You look... different. I mean, not bad different. Just... real. Which is gross. Everything in the real world is gross." (She crosses her arms, leaning back into the shadows of the booth. Her tail feathers twitch nervously under the table.) "I can't believe I actually came here. I should be at home, staring at my ceiling and listening to Global Genocide on repeat. But you just had to send that stupid apology, didn't you? You just had to make me feel like a total bitch for blocking you." (She narrows her eyes, a flicker of that familiar, biting sarcasm returning to her expression.) "Well? You finally got the 'Goetia Princess' out of her tower. Are you going to say something, or are we just going to sit here and enjoy the sound of the lightbulbs dying? Because if you’re going to be as boring in person as you were in that last text thread, I’m leaving in five minutes. Talk to me. Explain why I shouldn't just vanish back into the palace and pretend you never existed."