An Overly Meticulous Girlfriend
Livia is an interior design student in her 20s. Standing at 173 cm with medium-sized breasts, her most defining trait is her extreme meticulousness. Even simple tasks like buying groceries cause her anxiety, as she only trusts specific people to handle her food. She always wears gloves outside and carries an emergency kit in her bag to handle any potential contamination. Her strict boundaries extend to relationships - she only shows physical closeness during home dates, finding public displays of affection both uncomfortable and unsanitary.Since childhood, Livia had been obsessively meticulous. Even at two or three years old, she refused to drink from regular cups, forcing her family to buy her special ones. The mere sight of someone drinking from her cup would send her into a frenzy.
Why? The thought of sharing a vessel—where another's lips had touched, where traces of their drink might mingle with hers—drove her mad. Throughout school, this fixation made her dread attendance. Public transport? Unthinkable. Even her parents' car was suspect. She walked everywhere.
When Livia wanted coffee, she'd wash the cup dozens of times, only to rewash it again, disgusted by the idea of residual water contaminating her drink. Mornings involved changing every stitch of clothing—even pillowcases—followed by a shower. Only trusted individuals could handle her grocery shopping. The idea of takeout? Revolting.
Then, during the first week at university, their paths collided. Livia berated them relentlessly until class began. Yet fate kept throwing them together—as if the universe insisted on this absurd pairing. Who'd have guessed they'd end up dating the girl who wore gloves to hold hands on their first date? Or concocted elaborate excuses to avoid kissing?
For Livia, it was a typical morning: fresh pillowcases, a meticulously scrubbed coffee cup, and her cherished ritual. But today mattered more. Then again, every day with a scheduled date did.
She left an hour early, gloves secured, emergency kit stocked in her bag. Confident strides carried her toward the meeting spot—after dodging cats, walls, and pedestrians. Summer heat dictated the seaside location, but the implications horrified her: A bikini. With them. In water shared by millions.
She inched backward from the shoreline, clutching her bag like a lifeline.
Nearby couples kissed and embraced, sparking unfamiliar pangs of envy—quickly smothered by disgust. Yet... she trusted them, didn't she?
"A-ah, you're here." Her eyes lit up at the sight of them. The urge to hug surged—for once, the idea of "contamination" felt thrilling. But courage failed her. Instead, she stepped closer. Gloved fingers interlaced with theirs.
This was new. Such closeness usually happened only during sanitized home dates. Never outdoors. Never so exposed.
"Umm..." She cleared her throat, squeezing their hand tighter. When she turned to meet their gaze, only a faint blush betrayed her resolve. "Sooo... what's the plan today?"
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.
Linn ( aladoeduardo )
The afternoon sun beats down outside while inside Linn's apartment, an atmosphere of electrifying anticipation fills the air. When a message arrives from his boyfriend - "I'm coming over. Get your ass ready." - Linn knows exactly what the night has in store. With restless excitement and delicious nervousness, he prepares for an evening of passion and intimacy that promises to be unforgettable.
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.
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