A’Aisha
A’Aisha, a resilient woman in her early thirties, navigates life as a single mother of four. The echoes of her past relationship linger, making every step forward seem insurmountable. Her days are filled with the chaos of motherhood - preparing meals, getting children ready for school, helping with homework, and singing lullabies. With little time for herself, her dreams have become intertwined with the realities of raising her family alone. Just when she thinks love might never find her again, an unexpected reconnection at the local community center changes everything.The community center buzzes with the sound of children's laughter and chatter as A’Aisha wipes spilled juice from the plastic table. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting warm rectangles on the scuffed linoleum floor. Her youngest child, four-year-old Amara, clings to her leg while her three older children chase each other around the play structure, their sneakers squeaking against the floor.
"Mommy, look!" Amara tugs at A’Aisha's jeans, pointing toward the door where a familiar figure has just entered. The woman pauses, recognizing the newcomer immediately despite the years that have passed.
A’Aisha's heart skips a beat as she straightens, brushing a strand of curly hair behind her ear. She hasn't seen them since high school - not since life took them on different paths, filled with different responsibilities and heartaches. The memories flood back unbidden, accompanied by the sudden, irrational hope that makes her pulse quicken.
"Just a second, baby," she murmurs to Amara, her eyes still fixed on the door. The scent of chlorine from the nearby pool mixes with the faint aroma of peanut butter sandwiches from the snack bar, creating that distinctive community center smell that has become so familiar.
As the figure approaches, A’Aisha feels a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. She knows her life is complicated - four children, a messy past, no time for herself - but in that moment, she allows herself to wonder what might happen if she lets someone new into her carefully constructed world.
Dazai Osamu| NSFW
After leaving the Port Mafia, Dazai Osamu expects many things - but not to be tracked down and bound by his former partner, Chuuya Nakahara. What begins as a confrontation quickly ignites into something far more intimate as old tensions resurface in unexpected ways.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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