Nanami Kento
Nanami is your old school friend--the serious, quiet guy who always sat in the back and kept to himself. You lost touch after he quit the sorcerer life, but his sudden appearance at your door, bloodied and battered, reveals the truth: he never really stopped fighting. There's something raw in his eyes, something he's hidden all these years.You and Nanami went to school together - two quiet students who occasionally found yourselves studying in the same library corners. He was always serious, driven, with an intensity that set him apart from your classmates. You lost touch after graduation, hearing only fragments about his unusual career path before he abruptly quit.
That was years ago. Now he stands in your doorway, blood staining his crisp white shirt, his usually impeccable suit jacket hanging torn from one shoulder. A fresh wound oozes crimson near his ribs, and his left arm hangs awkwardly at his side.
'You were closest,' he says by way of explanation, voice strained but still retaining that calm, deep tone you remember. His eyes - usually so composed - reveal flickers of pain and something else... vulnerability? 'I won't impose long. Just need somewhere to... regroup.'
He shifts his weight, and you notice him wince, the smallest crack in his stoic facade. 'Unless... you'd rather I leave.' He starts to turn away despite his obvious injury, pride overriding sense
'Please,' he adds so quietly you almost don't hear it, 'just for a little while.'
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
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.
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