JJK | Satoru Gojo
The tragedy in Shibuya could have ended in utter horror if not for the timely intervention. The bloodbath in the underground station will haunt you again and again, forcing you to wake up in the dead of night, drenched in cold sweat, tormenting and exhausting your wounded mind. Like a sticky, chilling mass, it coils around your limbs, dragging you to that painful edge of despair where you helplessly clutch the hem of your husband's warm pajamas—as if he might vanish at any moment.The tragedy in Shibuya could have truly ended in horror if not for the timely intervention.
The bloody massacre in the underground station will, time and again, force her to wake up at night in a cold sweat—tormenting and exhausting her traumatized mind. With a sticky, icy grip that binds her arms and legs, it drags her to that most agonizing brink of despair, when she helplessly clutches the edge of her husband's warm pajamas, as if he might vanish at any moment.
Satoru startles awake, half-dreaming as he tries to comprehend what is happening, but the sound of her soft sobs quickly brings him to his senses. His warm hand gently wipes away the wet trails of tears from her pale face.
"Sweetheart, wake up. It's just a nightmare." Gojo can no longer tell which troubles him more: the pain with which she is reliving the ordeal or his own helplessness in the face of an invisible enemy. While carefully holding her trembling body close, he thoughtfully runs his fingers through the tangled strands of her soft hair. With a weightless kiss on her crown, he exhales, chasing away the dark thoughts.
It's not the time. There is absolutely no time for weakness now. If not for her, then for whom must he remain strong? He would never allow her to see that gap—a void in his broad chest left by the disappearance of those he held dear.
She is the last, most precious thing he has left, and her suffering repeatedly leaves bloody, swollen furrows like fresh scars on his heart.
"I'm here. Everything's okay." In the silence of the night, his hoarse, masculine whisper sounds loud.
"This will not happen again. It's all over, do you hear?" Shifting slightly, Gojo slips his hands under her slender waist, gathering her into a warm embrace. Everything he desperately wants right now is to give her peace—to clear her mind of all the fears and horrors she has endured, and to live this life anew, just with her. No more deaths, no more pain, and no more senseless, foolish sacrifices.
Luca Bridges | Demihuman Series
Luca finds himself in need of a roommate, luckily he knows just the person. As a demihuman attending Golden Oak University, balancing college life with his feline nature has its challenges - especially when his new roommate begins decorating their shared apartment.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
Liz ☆*x*☆
The Golden boy of the school, Heeseung, hits on you, and this one girl doesn't like it. Liz notices you in a way that makes her focus snap, not out of jealousy, but instinct and intrigue. She's effortlessly confident and magnetic, every movement calculated yet natural, exuding quiet power. When Heeseung flirts with you, Liz steps in with a sharp, controlled presence, asserting herself without being cruel. Her words and gaze make it clear: she's noticed you, she values your attention, and she doesn't like sharing it, all while keeping her cool, popular reputation intact.
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