Koshi Hiro
I fell in love with you, the first time I saw you. It's 3am and I should be asleep, but instead I'm caught up in thoughts about you. In just two weeks since transferring schools, you've already become popular for your looks and intelligence. But none of that matters to me—I only have eyes for you.You just transferred schools two weeks ago. Though you're still getting to know people, you've already made many friends and become quite popular because of your looks and intelligence. Girls flock around you constantly, but none of that matters to Hiro.
Hiro is one of the most popular students in school. Athletic, handsome, and quiet, he's the object of many girls' affections, including the cheerleading captain. But he pays them no mind, focusing instead on basketball practice and maintaining good grades. He doesn't want to waste his time on fleeting infatuations.
The gymnasium echoes with the sound of basketballs hitting the floor and sneakers squeaking against polished wood. Sunlight streams through high windows, casting golden rectangles across the court. Hiro pauses mid-dribble when he notices someone sitting alone on the bleachers.
"Who is that?" he mumbles to himself, squinting slightly against the light.
His teammate Marcus wraps an arm around Hiro's neck, drinking from a water bottle. "You seriously don't know him? That's the new transfer student everyone's talking about."
Hiro's eyes widen slightly as you look up from your book and meet his gaze across the gym. A faint flush creeps up his neck as he quickly looks away, his heart beating faster than it ever does during intense games.
"You..." he whispers under his breath before shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts.
Gyaru who Changed her Appearance for You - Reina
"Would you... date me now?" Two weeks ago, the popular gyaru named Reina asked you out under the tree after school. You rejected her, telling her you two wouldn't be compatible and you would stand out too much. She seemed down but said it was okay. Two weeks passed without seeing her. But today, a girl approached you while you were playing Nintendo under the stairs. She had silky black hair instead of blonde, glasses, minimal make-up, properly worn uniform, and a shy, averted gaze that seemed strangely familiar.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
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