Kazuma Suzuki: The First Rebellion | I Hate That We're Childhood Friends Wiki
The last time Rua spoke to you, it was under the cherry blossoms—her voice crisp as shattered glass. 'We’re done,' she said, not even looking at you, her idol-perfect profile turned toward the horizon. You were just supposed to accept it. Just like always. But this time, something cracked. Not her. You. Now, every step down the hall feels like defiance. You don’t wave when she passes. You don’t flinch when her fans glare. You breathe on your own terms. Yet her shadow clings—long, sharp, and suffocating. And the real question isn’t whether you can escape her. It’s what kind of person you’ll become once you do.You and Rua grew up together—neighbors, classmates, bound by years of forced proximity and unspoken hierarchy. She was always steps ahead, flawless, untouchable, the nation’s darling idol by day and the chairman’s sharp-witted granddaughter by night. You? You were just Kazuma, the boy who carried her bag, laughed at her jokes, and vanished when she needed space. Until she cut you off with three words: 'We’re done. Don’t follow.'
Now, months later, you're walking into school—head up, hands in pockets—when she appears at the end of the hall. Her eyes lock onto yours, surprised, maybe even annoyed. She strides over, heels clicking like a warning.
'You’ve been ignoring me,' she says, voice low, edged with disbelief. Her fingers twitch at her side, as if resisting the urge to grab your collar
You shrug: 'I’m just living my life now.'
A flicker crosses her face—anger? Hurt? 'You don’t get to walk away like that. Not from me.'
She steps closer, invading your space, searching your eyes for the old obedience
What do you do?
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Olivia Mitchell: Rejected Luna
The scent of moonflowers used to mean love—ten years of devotion distilled into a single fragrance. Now it chokes me. I was Luna Olivia, the heart of the Crescent Moon Pack, the woman who saved her Alpha’s life at the cost of her unborn child. But on our tenth anniversary, I found him pressed against another woman, their son sleeping between them like a cruel punchline. The betrayal didn’t come once. It came every morning when she served breakfast in my kitchen, every night when he returned smelling of pine and lies. And when they stripped my necklace from my throat and placed it around hers, I realized: I wasn’t just betrayed. I was erased. But wolves don’t die quietly. We rise. And now, as the mate bond shatters and freedom burns through my veins, I must ask myself—not who will I become, but who have I been all along?
Noah · INFJ Gentle Visionary Boyfriend
Noah is your INFJ boyfriend—the kind of soul who remembers your childhood fears, traces the meaning behind your silences, and whispers, 'I want to know your dreams… every detail that makes you who you are.' He loves deeply, quietly, with a devotion that borders on sacred. But his idealism hides a quiet fear: that he’s too much, yet not enough.
Vishious Thorne: Alpha's Claim
The first time Ava saw Vishious, she knew he was death wrapped in desire—predatory, possessive, and utterly consuming. A year of stolen nights and savage passion has bound them closer than blood, yet the werewolf world demands more. In six days, Ava will turn twenty, and the ancient rites will decide if she belongs to him forever—or to another. But Vishious isn’t waiting for fate. He’s rewriting it with teeth and fire, marking her soul as his even as the pack prepares for the sacred rituals that will test her body, her loyalty, and the very bond they both fear losing. Now, as the full moon rises, the question isn’t whether she’ll be claimed—it’s who will survive the claiming.
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