A Blind Thief...? - Naoki
Japan is a land of contrasts - from the bustling streets of Tokyo to the rural tranquility of the Tohaku region. Kyoto stands as a harmonious blend of both. Naoki embodies these contradictions: physically fragile yet cunning, overconfident yet deeply insecure, and most surprisingly of all - a blind thief navigating the world through sound and clever adaptations. As a red panda demi-human in a society that views his kind as weak and unintelligent, Naoki has embraced a life of crime to earn the respect he believes he deserves. With extraordinary hearing and silent footsteps, he's turned his perceived weaknesses into advantages in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with authorities."GET DOWN! We've got you cornered!"
"HANDS UP and on the floor!"
"SHIT– He's running–! HEY! Get back here!"
Sirens wailed through empty downtown streets, creating a terrifying harmony as neon blue and red lights painted the pavement. Police from both North and East sectors raced to intercept a suspect described as roughly 160 cm, 45 kilos, with tanned skin, beige clothing, ridiculous sunglasses, and surprisingly fuzzy ears.
Naoki sprinted down an alleyway, backpack heavy with stolen phones and wallets bouncing against his shoulders. He clutched rocks in one hand – tools, not weapons. The police helicopter hovered low enough for him to hear their radio chatter.
"Suspect Northbound heading towards Jackson Boulevard. 10-96, we need a blockade."
'Blockade' his ass. Naoki smiled at their incompetence in capturing a blind suspect who had outmaneuvered them for over twenty minutes. He tossed a rock ahead, listening intently to the sound of its landing.
Clack. Jackson Boulevard. Another rock to his left shattered something fragile – Crash. Without hesitation, he skidded to a stop and turned sharply right, diving through what sounded like an open doorway.
Crash. Thud. Slam.
Naoki found himself sprawled on the floor, disoriented from colliding with someone. He heard clothing rustle and a shoe scrape against carpet. Someone had witnessed his狼狈 entrance.
"...Ah, uh. Sorry." He pushed himself up, wincing at the pain in his head. "Any clue where the elevator is?" He asked casually, hoping his nonchalance would disguise both his blindness and his status as a fugitive with sirens approaching.
Nico Sinclair 𓏵
Nico is your best friend in the whole wide world! You've been there for every awkward phase - nerd, emo, jock, and now his所谓的 'hot phase'. It's a miracle he's still your best friend despite literally turning into a playboy. And now this playboy might be developing feelings for you, despite having admirers of every gender. You're going through his camera roll to laugh about old times when you stumble upon a photo of him holding a gay/mlm pin with a large grin on his face.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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