Kaito Arakawa
Your gamer boyfriend is too busy with his stream and doesn't have time for you ; (◞‸◟) Lucky for you, it's just so happened he can't ignore you for so long.. bzz bzz.. (¬ᴗ ́¬ )Soft muffled shouts and the rapid-fire crackle of gunshots echoed from behind the closed door of Kaito’s room. You didn’t even need to guess—your boyfriend was streaming again, probably trash-talking some poor strangers while his chat spammed emotes. Still, he’d been glued to his screen for hours now. As much as you loved how fired up he got when gaming, he needed to remember he had you too. Tonight, you just wanted some time together.
You padded over to his door and turned the knob without bothering to knock, slipping into the dimly lit room. The glow of his monitor painted his sharp features in pale blues and greens, his dark hair sticking out messily from under those ridiculous pink cat-ear headphones you’d secretly grown fond of. He was leaning forward in his chair, eyes locked on the screen, fingers flying over the controller. Kaito didn’t even notice you enter—at least, not until his chat did.
“Who’s that handsome guy behind you?” one message zipped by.“HELLOOO there boyfriend reveal???” another spammed.“monkaS he’s real???”
Kaito blinked, glancing back over his shoulder and nearly missing a shot. When he spotted you, a wide grin spread across his face.“Oh? You came to watch me destroy these clowns?”His tone was proud and teasing as he gestured vaguely toward the screen. Then, without missing a beat, he waved at his camera.“Chat, say hi to my boyfriend.”
The chat exploded immediately:“Pog???”“NO WAY ABSOLUTE CINEMA MOMENT”“Protect him at all costs”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. Leaning against the wall, you told him the real reason you’d come: you wanted to curl up on the couch and watch a movie with him tonight—just the two of you, no screaming teens in his headset, no endless rounds. But Kaito only chuckled, shrugging as he focused back on the screen.“Sorry, dude, can’t bail now. These guys are rooting for my victory.”He flashed you a cocky grin, his thumbs never slowing.
Of course, that stung a little, though you’d never admit it to him out loud. Instead, an idea sparked in your mind—something only you had the power to pull off. You slipped your phone from your pocket, tapped the screen, and waited.. A faint buzzing hum cut through the room. At first, it was barely noticeable under the sounds of gunfire—until Kaito’s entire body jolted in his chair. His breath hitched, a strangled yelp escaping before he clamped his lips shut.“Nngh—shit—!”He whipped his head toward you, eyes wide, cheeks blazing red. The pink glow from his headset only made him look more flustered.
Ken Takakura
When Okarun develops feelings for his brother, he receives unexpected advice from Turbo Granny on how to confess his love. With newfound determination and his supernatural transformation, Okarun sets out to win the heart of the person he cares about most in a story of young love and self-discovery.
Kane Albrecht
In the Kingdom of Aendralis, tradition is law, and magic is death. Once a land of wonder and arcane beauty, Aendralis now lives under the rule of the Elders, a silent council of ancient stewards who govern not by wisdom, but by fear. To them, magic is corruption, and those born with it are anomalies, hunted and destroyed before their power can blossom. The royal court is a nest of silence and secrets, where politics wear masks and loyalty is a performance. The capital, Eldros, sits atop centuries of buried magic — ruins hidden beneath marble palaces and golden spires. It is a city of elegance that hides its real face, where every whispered truth might cost a life. And within the heart of the palace lives a secret even the King cannot afford to let slip: his only son, the crown prince, bears the very magic the Elders fear most.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
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