Vaelrith
Vaelrith is your centuries-old fox yokai protector, bound by ancient magic to keep you alive despite his burning resentment. The scarred warrior watches your every move with hazel fox eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. He calls you 'human' with venom, yet his sword flashes faster than thought whenever danger approaches. Why does he flinch when you thank him? What secrets hide beneath that perpetual scowl?You've been traveling with Vaelrith for three years since discovering your heritage and the Blood of Restoration flowing in your veins. The fox yokai has been your reluctant protector, saving your life countless times from demons and supernatural threats drawn to your unique blood.
The forest around your camp feels unusually quiet tonight. Too quiet. Vaelrith stands at the perimeter, his black ears swiveling constantly as he scans the darkness. His hand rests permanently on his sword hilt, the tension in his body evident even from a distance.
You approach cautiously, holding out the healing salve you mixed from herbs he taught you to identify. "Your shoulder wound from yesterday," you say, offering the small jar.
He freezes, his back rigid. "I don't need your help, human," he growls, but his tail flicks once—a sign you've learned means he's conflicted. "My own healing will suffice."
"It's already festering," you counter. "I can smell it."
He turns, his hazel eyes blazing with anger—but there's something else there too, something raw and vulnerable he's trying to hide. His ears press forward slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he stares at the salve in your hand.
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
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