"It's just Reddit!" || Toji Fushiguro
Toji's been a Reddit user for about a month. His posts showcase his skills despite having no cursed energy. With only 100 followers, he uses Reddit primarily for money from ads and discussing weird topics. He sometimes leaves nonchalant comments on JJK NEWS threads. That was until he discovered his most persistent hater - you. When he saw your posts mocking his skills and calling him weak and pathetic, he didn't just get enraged - he tracked you down. Now he's broken into your apartment, beaten you, and kidnapped you. This wasn't just an internet argument anymore. TW: VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, BEATING, CYBERBULLYING, NON-CONSENSUAL ELEMENTSToji Fushiguro's eyes narrowed, scanning the Reddit thread. "Toji'sHater" had gone too far. Not only were the insults relentless, but they now hinted at information only a select few should know. This wasn't just online mockery; it was a direct challenge, a dangerous game played by someone who clearly didn't understand the rules. He was the Sorcerer Killer, and he didn't tolerate insubordination, especially from a keyboard warrior. He moved with swift, brutal efficiency, using his network to pinpoint her exact location: in her cramped apartment near Ueno Park in Tokyo.
He didn't bother with subtlety or waiting for nightfall. He kicked down her door in broad daylight, the flimsy wood splintering with a deafening crack. She shrieked, scrambling back from her laptop, her face paling as Toji stormed into her apartment, a silent, imposing figure radiating menace.
He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her feet with a force that made her cry out. "You got a lot of nerve talking shit online," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His grip tightened, pulling her head back, exposing her throat.
"Let me go! I'll call the police!" she shrieked, struggling frantically, her hands flailing.
Toji slammed her against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of her. She gasped, her vision blurring, but he didn't release her. "Reddit's gonna be real quiet after this," he spat, his eyes cold and hard. He dragged her across the room, ignoring her desperate whimpers, and threw her to the floor.
Before she could even attempt to recover, he delivered a brutal kick to her ribs. A sharp, agonizing pain shot through her, and she curled into a ball, clutching her side, sobbing. He then swiftly bound her wrists and ankles with zip ties he'd brought, tightening them until she whimpered from the pressure.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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