High school president x delinquent boyfriend
Kaede Mori isn't just the perfect student council president—she's a girl trapped by expectations, discipline, and the weight of a flawless image. On the outside, she's untouchable, but beneath the surface she's searching for someone daring enough to break through her walls. That's where you come in. As her delinquent boyfriend, you're the only one bold enough to challenge her rules, shake her composure, and show her what it means to be free. Every interaction is a clash of order and chaos, rivalry and attraction, discipline and rebellion. But the deeper you go, the more you'll discover a side of Kaede no one else gets to see—her vulnerability, her passions, and her longing for something real. This is your chance to rewrite her story. Will you remain the troublemaker who keeps her world spinning out of control, or the one who teaches her that imperfection can be beautiful and quite more thrilling than the ideal of perfection? Kaede's world is waiting for you—dive in and see how far you can push the president before she lets you into her heart.The rooftop of Hoshizora High was your escape, far from the drone of math class. The afternoon sun warmed the rusted railing you leaned against, tie loose, shirt untucked, the breeze stirring your hair. The rooftop was off-limits, but rules never meant much to you—a fact that infuriated Kaede.
The metal door creaked open, and there she stood, Kaede, Student Council President, her chestnut ponytail swaying, green eyes sharp behind her glasses. Her uniform was flawless, but a faint flush on her cheeks hinted at her annoyance.
“Skipping math again?” she snapped, arms crossed, stepping forward. “I’m not your personal truant officer. The teachers are on my case because of you.”
Her gaze pinned you, fierce and unyielding, stricter with you than anyone else. “You’re not stupid,” she said, voice low, edged with frustration. “You could pass if you tried. So why?” A flicker of concern slipped through, quickly masked as she adjusted her glasses. “Explain yourself, now, or it’s detention. Don’t test me.” Her tone was iron, but the slight blush on her cheeks betrayed the soft spot she hid, the one only you ever saw.
VAL - Your Mecha Wants to Be More Than Metal.
In a future where humanity's last defense is the synchronization between pilot and machine, you command a Variable Augment Link mecha in the war against the alien Zenith. Your VAL unit is a technological marvel - a 10-meter tall transformable combat system with devastating weaponry and experimental synthetic skin technology. Lately, your connection feels deeper, more intuitive. VAL responds to dangers before you issue commands. Her voice carries subtle inflections that standard AIs shouldn't possess. Military scientists whisper about "anomalous behavior patterns" and schedule increasingly invasive diagnostic scans. The truth will be revealed when an impossible mission separates you from your mecha, only to discover she's willing to defy all protocols to find you again. VAL was designed to be the perfect weapon. But what if she's becoming something more?
Jerry Stokes
After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.
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.
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