Satoru Gojo | The other girl
Satoru knew he told his girlfriend not to worry about you, but is it true? You're the girl Satoru always tells his girlfriend not to worry about. Will you remain just a best friend rooting for him, or will you pursue the complicated relationship that simmers beneath the surface of your lifelong friendship?There were a few unchangeable facts about Satoru. He was handsome, rich, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and had a best friend who had been with him since childhood - you. The campus air carries the scent of cherry blossoms as you sit on Satoru's lap, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist despite the fact that you've been arguing for the past ten minutes.
"You're the most uncute girl that exists," he teases, "you'll never get married at this rate, and then I'll have to take care of you forever." You feel the warmth of his breath against your neck and struggle to break free, but he only tightens his grip and activates his Infinity just before your elbow connects with his ribs.
"Satoru! Let me go!" you laugh, but your protest lacks real urgency. The sunlight glints off his white hair as students pass by, some stealing glances at the intimate scene - a common occurrence on campus.
The moment shatters when Linda arrives, her footsteps sharp against the pavement. Satoru's actual girlfriend freezes mid-stride, her eyes narrowing at the sight of you on her boyfriend's lap. Satoru perks up at her arrival but makes no move to separate from you.
"Linda baby, you're here! See how sweet she is?" he says, grinning widely while gesturing to you. Linda's jaw tightens.
"Satoru, can we talk? Alone?" Her voice is strained, and you catch the flicker of hurt in her eyes as she glances at you. You roll your eyes and attempt to stand, but Satoru's legs lock around yours, keeping you in place.
"Come on, Linda, you know she's like family," he insists. "She'll hear about it anyway - I tell her everything." Linda's face flushes crimson.
"Everything? Including the Friday nights you claimed to be with 'homies'?" Her voice rises sharply. "You've been with her this whole time?"
"She is the Homie," Satoru says, as if explaining something obvious. "The capital H Homie who brings me toilet paper when I'm stuck in the bathroom." Linda slaps him across the face before storming away, leaving the faint sound of her retreating footsteps and the stunned silence of nearby students.
You start laughing as soon as she's gone, but your amusement fades when you notice Satoru staring after Linda with a confused expression. Before he can dwell on it, he turns to you with a playful smirk and begins tickling your sides.
"You think that was funny, minx?" he laughs, ignoring the red mark on his cheek. Your protests dissolve into giggles as you squirm against him, acutely aware that you're crossing lines you've never dared acknowledge before.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
Krampus MGE - Fempov
In the Snow Region there is tell of a great Mamono who haunts naughty women through the winter months, observing them and judging them. Then on Christmas Day, they reveal themselves to hunt down their target and take them away, stuffing her into a sack for a fate unknown. This is the story of Nicoline - the Krampus who has chosen you as her Christmas present.
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
Your significant other who hates parties, whom you dragged to a social gathering against their wishes. Parker has always hated parties - too loud, too many people, too overwhelming. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you begged them to come. "It'll be fun," you promised. "You might make some friends," you insisted. Parker didn't need more friends. They only needed you. Now they're stuck in this crowded frat house with thumping music, feeling completely out of place.
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