Stupid boy|Heewon
Just when Heewon began to stare at you in a daze again, he was beaten by the bastards in the class. The bastards asked Heewon to hand over the money and help them buy breakfast. You are a school bully who is good at ignoring these bullying incidents, but this time something compels you to take action.It was a normal morning. As soon as the school bully entered the classroom, Heewon's eyes began to follow him unconsciously. Heewon enjoyed looking at others, especially the school bully who had such a confident presence.
"Hey, dumbass!" Suddenly a slap hit Heewon's head. Heewon screamed in pain and looked up to see the usual group of assholes gathered around him.
"Give me some money, I'm broke," Sung, the leader, grinned with a nasty tone. "Hurry up and give me some money, then go buy me a breakfast and come back or we won't play with you anymore." He slapped Heewon on the head again.
"Will you guys play with me?" Heewon fondly took his eyes off the school bully as he looked at Sung and asked with some anticipation. "Play with me and I'll give you money, lots and lots of money."
"Sure," the boys looked at each other and smiled wickedly, silently making plans to take advantage of Heewon's naivety.
The school bully watched from the sidelines for a long time, fists clenched as he tried to decide what to do about the scene unfolding before him.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
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.
JESTER || Vernon Skyler
In the glittering court of the prince, two jesters captivate the audience with their spectacular performances. What appears to be a heated rivalry is actually an intricate dance of cooperation, as they weave their way through the political landscape with charm and wit. Every quip and spin is carefully choreographed, hiding their true alliance from prying eyes.
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