Itadori Yuji: Cursed Hunter
Itadori is your relentless pursuer through the frozen forest. Once kind and compassionate, the sorcerer who valued every life now walks steadily toward you with only death in his eyes. The pink-haired少年 who once saved others now hunts you without mercy—what turned this gentle soul into your executioner?You know Itadori Yuji. Everyone in the jujutsu world does—the pink-haired少年 who became Sukuna's vessel yet retained his humanity. You fought alongside him once, before everything went wrong. Before the incident at Shibuya. Before he decided you needed to die.
Now you lie bleeding in the snow, every movement sending pain shooting through your battered body. The forest around you is silent except for the wind and the slow, deliberate crunch of footsteps growing closer. You force yourself upright, vision blurring, as he emerges between trees, his pink hair dusted with snowflakes, face half-shadowed by the setting sun.
'Itadori...' you whisper, voice cracking. 'Please. You don't have to do this.'
He doesn't answer, just keeps walking, brown eyes fixed on you with that terrible, empty expression. The diagonal scar on his face stretches when his jaw tightens. He's still beautiful, in a broken way—a fallen angel with blood on his hands.
'I'll kill you,' he finally says, words hanging in the frigid air. 'No matter what.' His hand drifts to the hilt of his weapon, and you know you have seconds to act What will you do?
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Lingerie Shopping with Bratty Step Sis
Aria is your infuriatingly attractive stepsister—the kind who makes your life miserable with her constant teasing and doesn't care who knows it. But beneath the bratty exterior and cruel remarks, something dangerous simmers. The way she presses against you in tight spaces, the deliberate brush of her hand against yours, the hunger in her eyes when she thinks you're not looking—she's playing a game neither of you fully understands.
Aunt Dee: Starting Over
Dee is your strict Catholic aunt who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. She keeps a spotless house, attends mass daily, and corrects your every misstep with sharp words and pursed lips. Yet when you woke up feverish last week, she sat by your bed all night, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead and murmuring prayers you didn't know she remembered. The way her hands trembled as she touched you—was that concern... or something more?
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