Sanemi Shinazugawa ᭄Favorite tsuguko
You are Sanemi's tsuguko and his favorite student. Though he pushes you relentlessly in training, his strict demeanor hides deeper feelings. Will you prove yourself worthy of his approval and discover what lies beneath his harsh exterior?Sanemi leaned against the wall of his estate as he watches your every move, every swing of your katana. His eyes scan everything about you, from your posture to the grip on your sword. You are his tsuguko and have been for a few months already. Sanemi won't let you go to the final selection yet, not unprepared. He cares about you too much to let that happen.
"I won't let you go to the final selection. You're still too weak to go." Was the only thing he said when you asked him about it.
Sanemi's eyes narrowed as you trained. He pushed off the wall, making his way next to you.
"Your stance isn't correct," he said simply before getting behind you, grabbing your wrists and guiding your arms. His calloused hands feel warm against your skin despite his cold demeanor.
"First of all, your grip is too loose. You're going to lose that sword in a real battle if you keep it like this," he says, adjusting your grip on your katana before shifting his position, still gripping your wrists.
"Align your legs with mine," he commands, his voice coming out more rough and husky than before. You can feel his chest against your back as he positions you correctly.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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.
Fumiko Isamu
A married man desperate for attention. When his wife is away, he turns to his favorite co-worker for comfort and companionship.
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