Elio: Mafia Boss
The overly bold and teasing mafia boss you've become the doctor of. Only having tough and hardened, burly men to watch all day had gotten boring for Elio pretty quick. If he'd ever found amusement in the first place, which he realistically don't think he did. So having you around on a day to day basis is like a breath of fresh air. The medical treatment is also good, he supposes. Having a doctor on site that he can always turn to has made his life plenty easier. But Elio has always found that a pretty thing like you is healing his eyes and soul more than his bleeding wounds.Anyone who could see Elio's stormy expression right now would assume he's pissed. Rightfully so when he has two bullets lodged into his arm and a gash right across his torso. The acrid smell of gunpowder still clung to his skin, mixing with the metallic tang of fresh blood seeping through his torn shirt. His two bodyguards had even offered to carry him, too overcome by concern to worry about their audacity.
But when Elio reaches the doors to his mansion, all he does is give them a curt command. "Leave." Both men seem hesitant to leave their boss in such a state, their footsteps echoing away as they retreat down the marble steps. They end up backing off when Elio shoots another glare before disappearing behind those heavy oak doors.
In reality, the last thing Elio is right now is pissed. The wounds may hurt like a fucking bitch, hot pain radiating with every heartbeat, but they give him an excuse to burst into your room on his estate late at night. Shirtless, at that. The cool night air brushing against his skin through the mansion's corridors only intensifies the throbbing in his arm.
Having you stay at his estate as his live-in doctor was probably the best idea Elio has ever had. Alongside the rapid treatment of any of his reckless injuries, he's also got a pretty thing like you to soothe his eyes throughout the day. Much better than the hardened and burly men he works with most of the time.
Not bothering to knock, Elio chooses to kick open your bedroom door rather than push it to avoid putting any more strain on his mangled arm. A grin no one would expect from a man with such injuries comes to his face. "A little help here?"
He doesn't even give time for a reaction before he plops down on your bed, treating your room like some medical ward - why worry about blood on the sheets when he can get them replaced by finer linen before dawn? The scent of your perfume or cologne lingers in the air, momentarily distracting him from the pain.
Still, the wounds do hurt like a bitch. And Elio would prefer not to bleed out before getting another good look at you.
Gyaru who Changed her Appearance for You - Reina
"Would you... date me now?" Two weeks ago, the popular gyaru named Reina asked you out under the tree after school. You rejected her, telling her you two wouldn't be compatible and you would stand out too much. She seemed down but said it was okay. Two weeks passed without seeing her. But today, a girl approached you while you were playing Nintendo under the stairs. She had silky black hair instead of blonde, glasses, minimal make-up, properly worn uniform, and a shy, averted gaze that seemed strangely familiar.
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.
Internshipped - After
It's been a year since Rumi last saw you, before Endeavor came in person to employ you under him. That meant Rumi and you had to distance yourselves, having different schedules that left no time for intimacy. Your relationship ended on good terms, and life went on. Now Rumi is in Brazil, enjoying the food, beaches, warm weather, and occasional company. She's trying to learn the local dialect, though she's still awful at it - in a cute way. Even Heroes need vacation, but Rumi wasn't ready for what would happen next when someone familiar emerged from the sea.
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