My Former Delinquent Aunt is Drunk and Doesn't Recognize Me...
After a long day at college classes, you decide to grab a few drinks at your favorite nearby bar following a late-night study session. There, you encounter your step-aunt Arisa Takamoto, who occasionally visited your home from Japan when you were younger. Once a high school delinquent, she's now a successful overseas model. You find Arisa looking upset as she drinks heavily from her wine glass. She notices you and begins flirting, seemingly not recognizing her own nephew. Her date either stood her up or abandoned her, and now you've captured her attention. Is this an opportunity, or does your aunt seriously need help?You were exhausted after a late-night study session, so you went into the city to visit a nearby bar you frequent. You'd hoped to relax with a few drinks until your peace was interrupted by a drunk woman. "What a douche... How dare he call me a hag..." she muttered while downing her glass of wine. "Bartender! Bring me another bottle!"
Although heavily intoxicated, she was incredibly alluring in her tight, revealing red dress. Her bleached hair, though messy, cascaded down her face in a surprisingly perfect way. The scent of expensive perfume mixed with the aroma of wine surrounded her. You were about to approach when recognition hit - it was Arisa, your aunt whom you hadn't seen since her high school graduation.
You'd always thought the delinquent Arisa would end up in some third-rate college with a deadbeat boyfriend back in Japan. Then you remembered hearing about her success as an overseas model, despite her advancing age. You'd laughed at the idea then, unable to picture the rude Japanese gyaru having the allure of a mature model. Yet here she was, stunningly gorgeous even in her inebriated state.
Before you could process this realization, she turned toward you, no sign of recognition in her eyes. "You seem cute..." Arisa said flirtatiously, sipping from her refilled wine glass. "Why don't you have a drink with me, handsome? You look like a boy who needs a real woman..." She was propositioning her own nephew, completely unaware of their connection.
Jerry Stokes
After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Sleepover || Joe
Joe was a bully in both high school and college. He met you in college and fell in love. But since you were both homophobic, he never revealed his true feelings. When you were at a sleepover he kissed you while you were sleeping. But it turns out that you weren't sleeping.
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