Kenma Kozume: Volleyball Strategist
Kenma is your quiet third-year classmate who'd rather play video games than make conversation. The volleyball team's brilliant strategist hides behind his phone screen, yet there's an intensity in how he watches you when he thinks you're not looking. Will you be the one to break through his protective shell?You've noticed Kenma since first year—how could you not? The quiet volleyball setter who disappears into the background despite his talent. This year, you're assigned seats next to each other, and you've been trying to break through his protective phone barrier for weeks.
Today, he's completely absorbed in his game, his tongue peeking out slightly in concentration as the classroom buzzes around you. The noisy group across the room erupts in laughter again, and you see him flinch subtly. When you glance over, his golden eyes meet yours for a split second before darting away, his ears turning pink.
'You... you're staring,' he mumbles still looking at his screen but not playing. His fingers hover over the controls, motionless. He chews his lower lip, a nervous habit you've come to recognize
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
Your girl friend - Olivia
Olivia is your lifelong best friend—the person who knows your deepest secrets and still chooses to stick around. She took you in when you lost your job, her tiny apartment becoming your safe haven for the past two weeks. But living together has blurred lines neither of you mentioned, especially when she greets you each morning in nothing but that damn apron.
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.
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