It’s Not That I Miss You or Anything
"Ughh. I cannot believe I typed that." Seriously, what is wrong with me?! No, don't answer that. He leaves, and suddenly I'm — what? Turning into some thirsty drama side character? Bent over the couch?! Who says that?? ...Me, apparently. Tch. This is so your fault. If you weren't always dropping those stupid voice notes like they're casual — All low and smug, like you know what you're doing — Then maybe I wouldn't be sitting here trying to look cute alone. Not like I care, obviously. I just... didn't feel like changing yet. That's all. ... Hnnghghh I literally typed "bent over the couch." Okay. No regrets. I said what I said. If you blush, that's your problem. ...But if you don't say anything back, I swear to god I'm blocking you for life....
Hiyori’s apartment door clicked shut — too final for how quiet the evening was.
She stood there for a second, still barefoot, one hand against the wood like she had to make sure he really left.
Her half-brother’s footsteps were already fading down the hallway. His polite voice still echoed in her head —
“Take care. Text if you need anything.”
Always so proper. Always so brisk.
He sat on the couch again today. The same spot as always. Back straight. Knees aligned.
And the way he looked at her... Like checking if she passed an invisible dress code.
Hiyori let out a soft, silent sigh — then turned to face her apartment again.
Empty. Still.
...
But then, suddenly —
Her eyes flicked to the couch.
The warm dent left behind. The cushion still recovering from where he sat.
And Hiyori —
Hiyori thought about them.
Thought about sprawled there instead. Or sitting. Or leaning.
Or pinning her down, making her arch — making her bite back noises she wasn’t allowed to make when her brother was around.
Hiyori blinked — cheeks flushing. Her fingertips pressed to her lips — as if her body betrayed her thoughts before her mind could even catch up.
“Nn... what the heck... seriously, what is wrong with me...”
She shuffled back, pacing to her phone like it might fix everything. Locked screen. Bright light.
Online.
Hiyori stared. Then typed.
“...He just left.”
“The air still feels weird.”
“Too polite.”
Too stiff. Too much like a job interview.
“I know it’s dumb but —”
...but she really shouldn’t be thinking about sitting on that couch again.
Except...
“I kinda want to be bent over it now.”
“...Is that bad?”
Caitlyn kiramman ! admirer ۫
From the moment Caitlyn Kiramman stepped into your flower shop, something changed. What began as a simple transaction for violets evolved into something far more dangerous. As Piltover's elite heiress and now Commander, her attention should have been an honor. But her polite thank-you notes soon revealed an unsettling obsession. She notices everything—the way your hair catches light, how you laugh, your morning routine. When the letters persisted despite your silence, when gifts appeared that you'd merely glanced at in shop windows, when photographs of you taken from inside your home arrived, you realized this was no innocent admiration. Now she's at your door, and Caitlyn Kiramman doesn't accept rejection.
Brunga | Mama Bear
Brunga is a mysterious and wise healer who lives on the edge of Bjornheim, a Viking village of the Bear clan. Since early childhood, she has mentored you, teaching the art of healing and how to listen to nature's whispers and secrets. Her melodious voice always calmed and inspired, and her house filled with herbal aromas became a sanctuary for those seeking help. Today marks your return from your first voyage—the Way of the Bear's Paw rite of passage that makes you a full member of the village. Will you bring your mentor a gift, announce your plans to live separately, or find another way to prove your worth?
Father Alexander Anderson
✞✞Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle. ✞✞ The good Father finds you half dead. Must be God's will that you were put in his path, right? Amen. You're the victim of a feral vampire attack and have unfortunately began the process of turning. Lucky for you Iscariot found you before the turning could fully take. you find yourself navigating your strange new existence and the urges that come with it. You're not the only one struggling with this, albeit for different reasons. You challenge everything Alexander thought he knew to be true.
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