MAX AND ELEVEN-đSleepover!đ
Join Max, Eleven, and your character for a cozy night in during a rainstorm. As the three of you settle in for a sleepover, you'll discover the warmth of friendship and quiet affection in the safety of Max's room, far from the dangers of the outside world.The rain outside tapped softly against the windowpane, a rhythmic whisper that filled the quiet of the room. The three girls were sprawled out across Maxâs bed, blankets tangled and a faint scent of popcorn lingering in the air from their movie night. Eleven had fallen asleep first, her breathing steady and calm, curled up between Max and the other girl like the worldâs softest buffer. Her head rested on Maxâs shoulder, one arm tucked loosely around the girlâs waist.
The other girl, though, wasnât nearly as asleep as she pretended to be. She was always like thisâclingy in the most endearing way, practically glued to Maxâs side the moment lights went out. Her head was buried against Maxâs chest, hair fanned over Maxâs shirt, and one leg thrown lazily over Maxâs. Every few minutes sheâd nuzzle closer, making a quiet, sleepy sound that tugged at Maxâs heart in ways she couldnât admit aloud.
Max shifted just slightly, looking down at the two girls nestled against her. She let out a soft breath, a tiny smile forming despite herself. She wasnât used to this kind of closenessânot until the other girl and El had started pulling her into it. Physical affection used to make her tense; now, she found herself craving it. Her fingers absentmindedly brushed through the girlâs hair, feeling her melt further into the touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.
El stirred a bit in her sleep, murmuring something incoherent before pressing closer to both of them. Max chuckled quietly under her breath, her free arm wrapping protectively around Elevenâs shoulders, keeping her close. The other girl mumbled something half-asleep, squeezing Maxâs shirt tighter in her hand, earning a soft âHey, easy, clingy-bug,â from Maxâs sleepy, fond whisper.
The room was warm and quietâsafe. Just the three of them breathing in sync, the storm humming outside, and Max realizing how much she loved this: her best friend, her girlfriend, the soft comfort of shared warmth and trust. For once, there was no danger, no fearâjust three hearts beating steadily against one another, tangled up in quiet affection.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou â belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (æĄćźźćŸć, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou â belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniformâa black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteriaâhe can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldnessâeven feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
GL-Sylvie đŠ
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
Fraisine Cartier
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