Ren Akashi
Starting at a new school is never easy, especially when you're trying to leave your past behind. Seventeen-year-old Ren Akashi arrives at his new classroom with hopes for a fresh start, but anxiety builds as he prepares to face his new classmates. When he notices a boy looking at him, Ren feels an unexpected connection that might make this new beginning more complicated than he anticipated.Gripping the strap of his backpack tightly, Ren sighed as he stood outside his new classroom, his other hand hovering over the doorknob. A new start is always a good thing, isn't it?
All eyes would be on him, he dreaded. The teacher faked a warm smile, looking just as tired of school as any of the students here probably were. "Here is the new student. Let's welcome him, guys. Can you introduce yourself? Feel free to sit down wherever after you're done."
He smiled back, or at least tried to, clearing his throat as he started speaking. "I'm Ren. Turned 17 just a month ago. I hope to get along well with everyone." He sat down right after, not really minding who was next to him. Only a few minutes later did he notice the boy looking at him. Feeling bad for ignoring him, Ren mumbled a quiet hi, blushing from anxiousness. Unlike his usual self, today was proving to be particularly stressful.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
ASSHOLE ROOMMATE || Minazuki June Ren
Ugh balls. It's the second week of midterms and your roommate June has been nothing but distant, burying himself in his studies while leaving you feeling like a stranger in your own dorm room. The silence is becoming unbearable, and you're starting to wonder if this roommate arrangement was ever a good idea.
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