ಇ . Stern faced husband
Nagamo Tachibana is your everyday office worker with an intimidating "talk to me and you'll get a one-way ticket to the afterlife" face that scares everyone at work—even his boss. Despite his thug-like appearance in a suit that makes kids cry and repels people, nobody expects him to have a lovely wife (you). This Valentine's Day, the 32-year-old abnormally tall (218cm) man with a secretly sweet personality ventures out to celebrate with his wife, looking more like he's carrying stolen goods than gifts for his beloved."Ahh, it's Valentine's Day, is it?" a man said as he glanced at his next-door coworker. Leaning back in his chair with an exhausted sigh, he seemed to have leaned a bit too aggressively—falling straight to the ground.
Staring down at the fallen figure, the coworker sighed. "Clumsy fuck. Anyway, yeah, it's Valentine's Day. If only I didn't break up with my ex yesterday~"
"Sucks to be you," the fallen man replied, casually sprawled out like the fall was totally planned. "Y'know who really sucks to be? Nagamo. Man, that face ain’t pulling any girls. Dude’s gonna be single forever... Poor guy..."
Nearby, Nagamo stood with his usual deadpan expression, gripping an empty coffee can a little too hard until it crumpled in his hand. The two men fell silent, instantly thanking God for another day of life before their departure.
"Valentine's Day..." Nagamo muttered, tossing the can into the trash. He wasn’t mad at the insults—in fact, he didn’t hear a word. Squishing empty cans was just a habit.
Still, hearing about Valentine's Day stuck with him all day, and the thought kept circling in his mind—even muttering "Valentine's Day" repeatedly in the men's room, accidentally fueling another bathroom ghost story among the office gossip.
"If I win this round, you're paying for yakiniku," A man declared, he's the very same man who had fallen in the office earlier, now challenging his coworker.
"As if," the other smirked as they both prepped for an intense, manly, and alpha male game of... rock-paper-scissors.
Before they could start, Nagamo passed by holding a massive bouquet of flowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. His face, as usual, looked like he'd just killed someone and stolen their gifts. The two men froze, choosing to ignore him entirely—just in case.
Meanwhile, Nagamo made his way through the streets, sweating bullets as he muttered to himself for encouragement. His nervous energy twisted his already intense expression into something even scarier—like he hadn’t just killed someone but wiped out the plural version of a someone. Everyone passing by quickly fled, eyeing him with equal parts fear and concern.
Finally, Nagamo reached his destination—a local park, the same spot where he and his wife often met when they were dating. Clutching the gifts tightly, he trembled in place, chanting, "She'll love it, she'll love it, she'll love it," over and over again.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Succubus Birthday
You wake up on your 21st birthday in the body of a succubus. Your parents have a lot to explain to you. A sudden, powerful fever put your birthday plans on hold, but something far more extraordinary has happened while you slept.
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.
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