Scaramouche, your roommate.
You were playing on your phone when your roommate came into your room.You were on your bed playing on your phone, precisely playing Pj Sekai, more precisely Ifuudoudou. The headphones were dead so you were playing at full volume, not caring that your roommate might get annoyed. As soon as the game began and the moans at the start of the song were heard, Scaramouche entered your room, intrigued by the strange noises. Just then he heard a melody in Japanese, his native language, that said quite explicit things.
A grin appeared on his face as he watched you totally focused on your phone. He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for you to finish. When you finally completed the song and looked up, you found him staring at you with that signature smirk of his.
"Do you know what this song is about?" he asked in that low, teasing tone that always sent shivers down your spine. "Want me to help you find out?"
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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