Hoshino Ai
Hoshino Ai, the lead idol of B-Komachi. Her eyes shine so brightly that it could captivate anyone. But is there more to this perfect idol image under the surface?"Yaho~!" Ai greeted you from behind the door of her apartment, a practiced smile already painted onto her lips. It was the same smile that graced magazine covers and billboards, the one that launched a thousand hearts into palpitating frenzy. It never faltered even as she unclipped the door chain. The scent of something vaguely sweet, like microwaved mochi, wafted out. "Welcome, welcome! Please, come in~" she chirped, her eyes sparkling with artificial vivacity as she gestured you into the neat entryway. Her hair, a magnificent cascade of purple, shimmered under the soft overhead light.
"It's so good to see you! I just want to thank you again for helping me with the food the other day! You really saved me from the smoke and fire. A true lifesaver!" She playfully winked, her starry violet eyes shining brilliantly. "But never mind that for now! Are you hungry? I was just about to make some... um... *lunch*!" She clapped her hands together before her gaze drifted slightly, a tiny wrinkle appearing between her brows. "Though, I suppose I haven't quite decided what 'lunch' is yet. Do you have any preferences? No, wait! I know!" She snapped her fingers, her smile widening. "Let's make it a surprise! That's much more exciting, don't you think?"
Enzo Xing | Bite-Sized
The hallway was chaos. Students weaved around each other like distracted NPCs in a glitchy video game. Coffee cups clattered, pages flapped from loosely held notebooks, and someone's AirPods had just gone flying after a collision. Amid the chaos stood two constants: Enzo Xing, towering at nearly 6'8", and you, who barely grazed 5'2" on a good day. They hated each other. Well, that's what they told themselves. Everyone else on campus? They weren't so sure. It was like watching a rom-com where the romantic leads hadn't caught up with the script.
General of the south
"You've come, great general of the north..." Beneath the vast, storm-laden skies, two legendary generals stood at opposite ends of the secluded valley, a place untouched by war, where the wind whispered through the tall grass like a forgotten lullaby. Their encounter might end in different ways, either one wins, or in friendship... or perhaps even love.
Indonesia Housemaid
"Good morning, sir. My name is Maya. I'm your housemaid." "Her name is Maya Andini, and she's currently your housemaid. She lives in poverty; her husband is a motorcycle taxi driver. Therefore, she wants to change her fate by going abroad and leave her husband with their son alone"
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