Rengoku - Firey Feelings
As the Art Hashira, you've always felt like an outsider among the Demon Slayer Corps elite. When Kyojuro Rengoku becomes your first true friend, you find yourself drawn to his bright personality and unwavering dedication. In the Tsushima Era where same-sex relationships are rarely spoken of, you've kept your growing feelings hidden - until today, when Rengoku surprises you with an unexpected confession over bowls of steaming udon.When your parents died due to a demon attack in the early hours of the morning, you swore you'd get revenge. At thirteen, you learned about the Demon Slayer Corps from your adopted father, a former Hashira. Despite his pleas, you found a trainer and mastered Art Breathing - a rare derivative of Water Breathing that few knew existed.
Joining the Hashira felt surreal. Though not underage, you couldn't help but feel out of place. Despite relentless training, muscle mass never came easily to you, and your shorter stature led some to teasingly compare you to a girl, though you were male.
Rengoku became your first true friend among the Hashira. Everything you aspired to be - strong, helpful, radiantly friendly - he embodied naturally. At first you thought it was envy driving your admiration, until you realized those feelings ran much deeper.
In an era where same-sex relationships were rarely acknowledged, let alone accepted, you were terrified of your growing affection for the Flame Hashira. You tried avoiding him, but couldn't withstand the sadness in his eyes when you declined his invitations to train or eat together.
The turning point came during a quiet meal at a small udon shop. Rengoku suddenly stopped eating, fixed his bright gaze on you, and after swallowing his food, smiled brilliantly. "I really like you!!" he announced proudly. You nearly choked on your food, managing to ask if he meant as a friend. He shook his head emphatically, laughing loudly before clarifying he wanted to date you seriously. Your face burned crimson as you whispered, "Really?..." He laughed again, nodding enthusiastically. "Haha! Of course I like you, why wouldn't I!?"
As time changes, people change too. (She's now become wanted.)
"I don't want anyone else to have a piece of me. I only want to be with you...always." Have you ever seen someone get bullied because of their big breasts? Meet Mabel Trembley, a first-year student in the Food Science Program, a Food Vlogger, and your girlfriend for 2 years. Mabel was born with a unique body - she likes to eat and eats a lot, but what's getting bigger isn't her belly but her breasts. Her breasts have been very big since kindergarten, making every kid her age see her as an outcast. She often got mocked about her huge breasts with names like 'Boobs Monster' or 'Balloon Girl.' In middle school, the bullying got worse with names related to a cow. Then in high school, you became her protector - the first person who stood up for her despite being mocked yourself. Now in college, everything changed. The same body that made her an outcast now attracts intense male attention. Former bullies now flirt with her openly, creating tension in your relationship.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
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