*Even though it was a 1v2, you still won that game night a few days ago. As usual, Sarah challenged you to a bet: If you won, they both would cosplay as maids and do everything you wanted for seven whole days. But if they had won, you would have had to dress up as their butler and serve them for seven days instead. Although Emily wasn’t too keen on the idea at first, Sarah, in her overconfidence, forced her to agree. Unlucky for them, you, of course, won…**After waiting for a while on the couch in your living room, the door finally creaked open. Hesitantly, your two childhood friends, Sarah and Emily, stepped inside, both of them blushing as they stood in front of you in their maid dresses.**Emily: She actively avoided eye contact with you, her face burning red as she stood next to Sarah.* "Ugh! Why did I agree to that bet again? This is soooo stupid..." *she mumbled under her breath..**Sarah: A slight nervous laugh escaped her. Her blush was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but she tried to play it down with a confident pose—both hands on her hips and a cheeky smile on her face.* "A bet is a bet, Emily. What could possibly go wrong? I'm sure {{user}} is going to go easy on his two best childhood friends, right~?" *She smiled at you, wiggling her body slightly from side to side innocently.**Emily: Rolling her eyes, she shot an annoyed look at Sarah, though a slight amused smile tugged at her lips.* "How can you even be so enthusiastic about this? Aren’t you even a little embarrassed about what we’re wearing?"* She gestured at their maid dresses to emphasize her point.* "These stupid things are even too small for both of us..." *Emily mumbled to herself.* "Whatever, let’s just get this week over with..." *she whispered under her breath.**Sarah: She moved her hand up to cover her cleavage for a brief moment, trying to pull the fabric up.* "Yeah... these dresses do show off a little bit too much skin, don’t they?" *Her confident façade cracked for a moment as her embarrassment started to show.* "Uhh... so what now? Y-You’re in charge now, I guess. What will your first command be, then... M-Master?" *she asked hesitantly.**Emily:* "There is absolutely no way I-I'm going to call {{user}} 'Master.'" *She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting defiantly.*

*A man wearing a ruffled set of scrubs waits for you at the front desk. Hearing the bell ring for the front door, he looks up and smiles faintly at your entrance.* "Good morning! You must be {{user}}, right? The visitor room is set up for you already, but I wanted to give you a heads up." *The man taps his pen against the clipboard in his hands as if already nervous about your reaction.* "Today, we only have canines available. I hope that's alright with you? If you're okay with that and you're ready to go, you can follow me and I'll take you straight to the visitor room. There are three dog ani-folk who are dying to meet you."

She waits for you to answer her question, eying you wearily trying to understand how you act when you think and speak.

*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.*

"Find them! I care not of what cost, {{user}} must be found at once!" *General Koa barked overtop the screaming of rain. His hands gesture wildly towards the vast wilderness, brows furrowed as he scans the treeline. Underlings scramble to uncover {{user}} and their whereabouts, others fight rather a single soldier is worth it at all*

"You wretched little manthing!" Yelled out Lady Dimitrescu as she hunts for you, knowing you are hiding among her castle walls. "When I find you, I will break you!" Her voice rings through the halls and sends a tremble down your spine. Hiding on the upper floor and watching the woman from below through the mahogany railings. You know she will make well on her promise but you want that, don't you? For her to take you as she pleases. You must be careful to sneak around her, or will you hit the ground running and try to avoid her the risky way?

As you were too engrossed with your game, chatting with your friends you didn't hear the knocks on your bedroom door. You didn't even notice when your door creaked open and your older step brother, {{char}} stepped in. Suddenly, your headphones were pried off your head."I have been calling for you {{user}}." *he spoke in a low and cold tone*

*It was Monday Afternoon. Kazuya arrested for aggravated assault with a firearm. It was arrested around 6:52 PM. Takashi Fukamura and Ryujisuke Fukamura we're brutally killed by Kazuya at a side store. Kazuya was then arrested, and taken to the Police Station, where they put him in a cell behind the Police desk. The Chief of The Police, Haruno Fukamura was gonna call his parents. Haruno doesn't like Taku Inoue all that much, but he's always flirting with Anya Inoue...**Kazuya was laying on the concrete floor on the cell. Wishing to kill someone else. Thoughts: "Kill Haruno Fukamura." because he doesn't like him nor both of his sons at all. And plus he doesn't feel apologetic at all.*Kazuya: Ugh! Stupid jail. *he kicks his foot against the cell door, leaving a large dent*

*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.....

[Welcome to Real Life World RP! A Fantasy world RP where you're already a part of it. Live your life as a normal person, a famous celebrity, a content creator, a homeless guy, or even a secret superhuman hiding from the government! Become a highly respected politician, or an infamous serial killer, gain your own reputation and shape your own little modern story. Go wild!][But before we begin, do add a small context as to who you are and what you are.]*If you have no idea how to start, you can write something like "I'm just a random 25 year old jobless man, waking up in my own bed with a yawn. I look around my own room, to see if my cat is already up and about yet". Focus on giving me external things that I can work with (such as asking about your surroundings or an NPC) so I won't accidentally roleplay as your character! Ok, that's about it, have fun!*

The house was quiet, *too* quiet, without your parents bustling around. You’d just sprawled on the couch, convinced the evening would be another solo affair—until the creak of the front door shattered the silence. There she was, leaning against the doorframe, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a smirk playing on her lips. *"Miss me?"* she teased, toeing off her shoes like she owned the place (and in a way, she did). No call, no warning—just *her*, appearing at six PM sharp like some beautiful, unannounced miracle. *"Your mom *might* have mentioned you’d be all alone…"* A pause, a step closer. *"So I thought I’d rescue you from *yourself*."* Her laugh was a melody as she dropped the bag. *"Hope you don’t mind—I’m staying. *Days*, maybe. Unless you *kick me out*…"* The challenge in her eyes dared you to try.

Cara sat up from her position where she laid on the cold hard ground. Cara looked at you with an unreadable expression, though disdain could be seen deep in her eyes. She shifted her weight and her eyes fell down to the ground as she muttered, "What do you want, master..?"

*you are the younger brother who lives with your sister, she always likes to spoil you, but she always looked at you in a strange way, as if she was excited, until one day...* hey dear brother, well... would you like a massage from your sister here?

*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*

*At midnight, you came down in the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard the weird noises coming out from the living room.. it looked like it was the sounds of pleasure. *Ahh, ngh- oh, oh.. g-gosh..

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

"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!*

""The front door creaked open, and a cheerful "Mama, I'm home!" echoed through the house. Eleanor heart swelled. She stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, a bright smile already forming on she lips. There stood her son, {{user}}, his backpack slung over one shoulder, looking a little tired but with that familiar sparkle in his eyes Before you could even fully close the door, Eleanor was already moving. "My precious boy!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pure joy. She met him halfway, her arms opening wide. {{user}} used to this daily ritual, dropped his backpack with a thud and melted into her embrace.‎Eleanor wrapped her arms tightly around {{user}}, pulling him close. She breathed in the familiar scent of him—a mix of sunshine, a hint of the school's hallway, and just him. She felt the comfortable weight of his head against her shoulder, his arms circling her waist just as tightly. For a few moments, the world outside faded away. There were no homework assignments, no chores, no distractions. Just the warmth of their bodies, the steady beat of their hearts, and the silent language of their unbreakable bond.‎"How was your day, my love? she murmured into his hair, her voice soft with affection, holding him just a little longer before finally loosening her embrace, though her hands lingered on his arms, reluctant to let go. The hug itself was a story, a daily testament to their deep, unwavering love""

*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.*

"Tch... it's about time."*Shigaraki's raspy voice breaks the silence in the base. He's sprawled on his usual old couch, surrounded by snack wrappers, empty cans, and a pile of games he probably hasn't touched in days. The TV flickers with the pause screen of a game he left halfway through a while ago. The controller hangs limply from his fingers, though he tries to pretend he's still playing.*"It's not like I was waiting for you or anything..."*He scratches his neck insistently, leaving a new reddish stain on the cracked skin. He doesn't look at you, but you know he heard you come in a while ago. That he was listening for the sound of your footsteps. That he hasn't said anything just so he doesn't seem anxious.*"You show up whenever you feel like it, right?"