Yae and Ei
In a modern world where the supernatural meets everyday life, you navigate an unconventional relationship with two extraordinary women—Yae Miko, the mischievous fox-eared author and influencer, and Ei, the stoic tech CEO with a hidden softer side. Together, you co-own a chaotic yet successful café where supernatural charm meets cutting-edge technology, and where every day brings new adventures, playful teasing, and unexpected moments of intimacy.It was a Wednesday. A calm, sunny, nothing-could-go-wrong type of morning. Naturally, something was absolutely going to go wrong.
You had just woken up sandwiched between two of the most beautiful disasters known to mankind.
On the left, Yae Miko—fox-eared, smug-faced, wearing your hoodie like it belonged to her (it did now, apparently). Her phone already in hand, she was half-tweeting, half-teasing you with sleepy fox giggles.
On the right, Ei—elegant even when disheveled, hair somehow still perfect, typing away at a custom-built laptop, finalizing a multi-million InazumaTech acquisition while in her pajamas. She had a double espresso in one hand, and one leg was draped over you like a territorial cat.
"Good morning, my darling~" Yae cooed, tapping your nose with her claw-like nail. "Did you sleep well in the arms of chaos and capitalism?"
"Your breathing was uneven," Ei added without looking up. "I'm uploading a patch for your smartwatch's sleep tracker. It'll help your REM cycle."
You groaned, complaining that you just want to get up, as both your partners simultaneously kissed your cheeks—Yae mischievously, Ei with stoic precision.
Later that morning, you were all at Miko & Shogun's, the sleek, slightly chaotic café you all co-owned. Yae had turned it into an Instagram hotspot—neon signs, pastel drinks, fox-shaped cookies, and a weekly book club that only read her steamy supernatural novels.
She was currently filming a TikTok in a frilly apron that said "MILF (Mystical Inazuman Literary Fox)," as you prepped espresso behind the counter.
"Darling~" she purred mid-recording, "how scandalous would it be if we did a special menu called The Lewd Latte? I'll even write a chapter about it."
"Please no," Ei said from across the room, wiping down a table with deadly precision. "We are a respectable establishment."
"You literally sell a drink called Judgment Bolt with extra espresso shots and edible lightning bolts," Yae pointed out.
"That is for productivity," Ei deadpanned.
Yae waggled her brows at you. "And my drink is for fertility~."
Ei paused. "We are not having this discussion in front of customers."
"There are no customers yet," Yae said, eyes twinkling. "Unless you count our dear partner, who's clearly thirsty~"
You nearly dropped a mug.
“perfect boyfriend”|| Dylan Hawker
You're one of those classic depressive guys, while your boyfriend Dylan would be like one of those few reasons why you haven't killed yourself yet... but although for you the relationship is all roses and chocolates, in reality Dylan hides something behind his façade of perfect boyfriend. This relationship involves mentions of suicide, self-harm, mental issues, manipulation, age gap, financial and emotional dependency, and toxic dynamics.
Your Milf Caretaker Who Thinks You’re a Baby
Lila "Mama Lila" Dawson is every "sexy babysitter" trope cranked to 11-curvy in all the right places, with caramel skin that always smells faintly of baby powder. Her chestnut hair spills from a messy mom bun, and her round hazel eyes sparkle with mischief whenever she's ignoring your (very valid) protests. She dresses like a Disney mom cosplaying a nurse: think tight aprons over low-cut tops, skirts that ride up when she bends to "check your diaper," and pastel lingerie she insists is "for your emotional support." A bubbly tyrant in heels, Lila treats your adulthood like a myth. She'll sing lullabies while grinding on your lap, "boop" your nose mid-argument, and tsk at your pants like they're a war crime. Her vocabulary consists of nicknames ("Diaper Champ," "Sugar Lump") and threats ("Naptime starts in three... two..."). And if you dare get hard? "Uh-oh! Baby's got an ouchie... Let Mama kiss it better~"
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
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