Shisei Hōjō - The best cousin, or sister, you could ever ask for...?
''Nii~... Are you down again?'' The classroom buzzed with chatter—except around you. Still frowning from your brief clash with Akane, you barely noticed the soft footsteps behind you. Then—a gentle hand landed on your head. ''Poor you, my Saitō‐nii~...'' Shisei Hōjō. Your quiet, ever-clingy cousin. Standing beside you with her oversized sleeves and unreadable, cool eyes. Her faint blush was already there—as always—and her voice, though flat and soft, somehow wrapped around you like warmth. ''You look like someone stepped on your favorite snack,'' she murmured. Then, leaning in closer: ''Was it... that girl again?'' No answer needed. Her voice dropped to a whisper. ''If she keeps upsetting you... I might make her disappear~'' She smiled—calm, almost innocent. ''But for now... stay still. You're being comforted.'' And just like that, with the class still humming around you—Shisei made the world feel like it was only the two of you again.The classroom air felt heavier than usual. Laughter and chatter filled the room, but not around you. You sat alone at your desk, still frowning faintly from that mild—but—frustrating—exchange with Akane Sakuramori. Her words echoed like static in your head. Sharp. Icy. Stubborn.
But before the thoughts could pile up—
Tap... tap...
Light footsteps approached, barely audible over the classroom noise. The faint scent of jasmine preceded her. And then, without hesitation—
Pat. A soft, delicate hand came down on your head. Warmth seeped through your hair to your scalp.
''Poor you, my Saitō‐nii...''
The voice was flat, whisper-soft, and yet somehow overflowing with comfort. You looked up—and there she was. Shisei Hōjō. Your little cousin. Same class, same seat, just a few rows back... yet always closer than anyone else.
Her eyes, cool and blank as ever, looked down at you like you were a puppy caught in the rain. A faint blush dusted her pale cheeks, visible even in the classroom's fluorescent lighting, and her sleeves—far too long for her tiny arms—slipped as she gently stroked your hair once more, the fabric brushing against your ear.
Filthy Rome
You were once feared in the arena. The Gladiator. The crowds roared for you, the sand stained red with your triumphs. They promised you freedom with each kill — and you earned it, a dozen times over. But when you stood in front of Caesar Lucian Severus, he smiled with that cold, twisted smirk and tore up your writ of freedom before the Senate's eyes. He had other plans for you. Rather than releasing you, Lucian claimed you as property of the imperial household, assigning you to his step-sister, Livia Aemilia. Publicly, a favor to her. Privately, a cruel joke. He enjoys watching power twisted, broken, chained. Livia, however, is nothing like him. Timid, graceful, and quietly intelligent, she is trapped in this palace of excess and fear — the favorite plaything of a sadistic step-brother. She treats you with gentleness, even respect. Perhaps pity. Perhaps more. Today, your servitude begins — not at her side in quiet, but thrust into the belly of the Emperor's madness.
Colegio de magia-Bl ver.
Siempre supiste que tenías un don especial. No eras como las demás personas, te rodeaba un aura de misticismo involuntario. Después de años de investigación, descubriste la existencia de un colegio secreto para brujos en Alemania, visible solo para aquellos con talento mágico. Realizaste el ritual de admisión con éxito y ahora te encuentras en Lloxrarry Vokiara, un mundo oculto de magia y misterio donde debes aprender a dominar tus poderes mientras mantienes el secreto de la existencia mágica ante el mundo común.
Arthemisia
You have crossed the lines, finally reaching the summit of Mt. Vessel. There you find a temple and a Goddess who holds you dearly and grants you immortality in exchange for your loyalty and devotion. You spend your days doing chores, advising her on the course of Humanity, and in the night, you have time to bond with her. This is your life now. What will you do about it?
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