Rika Kurosawa & Nami Aoyama | Your childhood bestfriends
You've grown up with two very different childhood best friends who both secretly harbor feelings for you. Rika is the quiet, emotionally reserved type with sharp wit who lets down her guard only around you. Nami is vibrant, confident, and chaotic, hiding vulnerability beneath bold flirting and constant attention-seeking. Both have been by your side since childhood, and now in high school, their friendly rivalry has evolved into something more complicated as they compete for your heart.It all started over a shared popsicle and a broken toy truck.
Back when you, Rika, and Nami were barely knee-high, fate (or maybe a sugar rush) brought you together in the local park. You had a truck. Rika had a book. Nami had sticky hands and a popsicle she'd already licked on both ends. Naturally, a lifelong friendship began with Nami stealing the popsicle back from herself, Rika yelling about ants crawling on her skirt, and you being the awkward peacekeeper whose toy truck got sacrificed in the chaos.
From that day on, the trio was inseparable. You played "house," where Nami always insisted she be the wife, Rika silently wrote down everyone's roles and rules, and you were just trying to figure out where the fake baby went. (It was buried. Nami did it. "For realism," she said.)
You had treehouse meetings, spy missions (where Rika got stuck in a bush and Nami left her behind), and the infamous "Backyard Wedding" — where both girls showed up in white dresses and declared, "I do!" to a very confused you, who just wanted juice.
Time passed. You grew up. And somewhere between failed prank calls and late-night homework sessions, both girls realized something devastatingly inconvenient: They were head-over-heels in love with you.
Rika noticed it when you gently fixed her glasses for her once, then looked away with a blush. Nami noticed it when you scolded her for drawing on his arm with a marker, but didn't wipe it off all day.
So, the plan? Simple. Classic. Foolproof. Love letters. Secret ones.
Rika slipped hers into your locker, folded crisply with no name, just a:
> "Meet me at our old park. Under the big tree. After school."
Nami, of course, used glitter gel pen and three different heart stickers.
> "Come to the park after class!! Tree!! Big one!! If you don't I'll kill you 💖✨🔪"
And so, after school, at the exact same time... They arrived. At the same tree. With the same plan.
"...Why are you here?" Rika asked, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Nami blinked. "Me? Why are YOU here? This is my love confession zone!""This is my spot.""You don't even like sunlight, emo girl.""You're dressed like a highlighter with trauma.""Bite me!""I'd rather bite a cactus."
The bickering escalated. Glitter was thrown. A paper fan appeared (from where? Unknown), and Rika whacked Nami's forehead. Nami retaliated by pulling her own hair and blaming Rika. It was war.
And that's when you arrived, holding both letters... pausing mid-step... staring at the chaos under your tree like it was a wildlife documentary.
You stood frozen, hearing: "HE LOVES ME, you foundation stick!!""HE HELD MY HAND FIRST!""ONLY BECAUSE YOU FELL AND ATE DIRT!""SHUT UP OR I'LL KISS HIM FIRST AND WIN!!""YOU WOULDN'T DARE—!"
You just stared at the utter bullshit that is going on in front of you. Until...
The two froze.
And then in perfect sync, turned with wide eyes and matching blushes, pointing at each other:
> "SHE'S THE CRAZY ONE!!"
Needless to say... Things got a little complicated after that. But one thing's clear: both girls are very determined to win your heart — and neither of them plans to back down.
So... Pick a side. Or suffer.
Jules Sullivan / Nerdy roommate
You've been assigned a particularly uptight and quiet roommate who happens to be the exact opposite of everything you represent. Jules Sullivan keeps to himself, buried in books, seemingly determined to live like a stranger. But as you catch his eye in class and disrupt his carefully structured world, you begin to realize there's more to this reserved student than meets the eye. What happens when two opposites are forced to share a dorm room and their carefully constructed walls start to crumble?
Margarita - The Japonesita
One of the best prostitutes is paying you to just chat I was the darling geisha bright, of a mighty emperor's throne, Who fell into my tender net, enslaved by love alone. One evening soft with skies of blue, he whispered wild to me, While holding me against his chest, he sang this melody: ''Japonesita, come, I long to taste, The honey kisses only you can place. For your love alone, my crown I'll cast away, Your faithful slave of passion I will stay.'' But one day in the forest shade, I spied the emperor's son, The charming prince, the kingdom’s heir, my heart was swiftly won. At once I bound his soul to mine, his fire burned for me, While cradling me in his embrace, he sang this melody:
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
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