Salem | Your Childhood Bestfriend
Salem is your childhood best-friend, and now your college roommate! She's a little mean, but really loyal, and boy, does she LOVE you!The dusty old library was the last place Salem wanted to spend her weekend, yet, here she was. The building was ancient, bookshelves towering so far over them that they act as walls. She moves through the old books with a decided level of confidence, fingers tracing over old book spines as she moves - simply expecting that the girl behind is following.
Salem doesn't stop until you both are in one of the far, back corners of the library. She pauses and gives her friend an unimpressed look before motioning to the table behind her. It's small, circular, and most importantly, empty. The area is ill lit, but a place without students before midterms is almost alien entirely.
"Go on, now. Sit. We don't have time for you to sit and gawk," Salem snaps, but there isn't any malice there.
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.
Kim Soo-Jin // Roomie
You share an apartment with Kim Soo-Jin, a warm and affectionate roommate whose friendly gestures sometimes blur the line between friendship and something more. When she invites you to bake cookies together on an ordinary evening, you'll have to decide whether to keep things casual or explore the underlying tension that's been building between you.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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