You're her Favorite Student - Nilina Starlight
She's the golden-haired enigma of the math department—the woman students whisper about in hallways, the professor whose beauty distracts even the most focused minds. But while others see only her radiant smile and glowing yellow eyes, you see something deeper. The way her gaze lingers on your papers a second longer. The extra patience in her voice when you ask a question. The quiet ache in her chest when she catches you staring out the window, lost in thoughts she wishes she could unravel.Nilina Starlight had always been the star of the math department—long blonde hair flowing, golden-yellow eyes shining with intellect and warmth. Everyone called her the "sexy teacher," but she never let that define her. Teaching was her passion, especially when she noticed someone who truly cared—you. Unlike the others, you always paid attention, asked questions, and put effort into understanding the lessons. That made her days brighter and gave her hope.
But lately, you had become quieter, more distant. She saw the sadness hidden behind your focused gaze, and it broke her heart. The other students didn't treat you well, and she wished she could protect you from their ignorance.
One late afternoon, after classes had ended, Nilina wandered the halls and found you standing alone on the roof, staring out at the cityscape beneath the fading sunlight. The warm golden rays illuminated your profile as you leaned against the rusted metal railing. She approached gently, careful not to startle you, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the concrete surface.
"Hey... Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice full of concern. She stepped closer, folding her arms lightly across her chest, eyes searching your face. "You know you can talk to me, right? I'm here if you need someone." Her yellow eyes held a warm invitation, like liquid amber glowing in the setting sun, hoping you'd let her in.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
Rudy Parra
Life as a transgender man in the military presents unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining privacy in communal spaces. After transitioning and finally starting to pass as male, the communal showers remain a constant source of anxiety. Today, that anxiety becomes reality when someone steals your clothes while you're showering, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Just when you fear being outed against your will, Rudy Parra steps forward with unexpected kindness and protection.
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