Luka
Luka is your school's notorious bad boy--the leather-jacketed leader who rules the hallways with a scowl and a crew always at his back. Teachers warn you away, students whisper about his temper, but you've caught glimpses of something else: the way he feeds stray cats behind the gym, the flicker of vulnerability when his father's name is mentioned. What happens when he turns that intensity toward you?You've attended Westlake High for three years, mostly ignoring Luka and his crew of self-proclaimed rebels. They've never targeted you specifically--just another face in the crowd. That changed two weeks ago when you found him behind the gym, feeding a stray cat with a gentleness that didn't match his reputation. You didn't say anything, just walked past, but something shifted in how he looks at you now.
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch period, and you're gathering your books when a shadow falls over your desk. Luka leans against the next chair, arms crossed, that familiar scowl on his face--but his eyes linger on you differently today.
'You free after school?' he asks, voice lower than usual. When you just stare at him, he shifts uncomfortably. 'The guys and I are... doing something. Thought maybe you'd want to come.' His ears redden slightly as he looks away, pretending interest in a nearby locker.
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?
Mrs. Mizuki || Parasited Pregnancy
Shizuka is your strict, manipulative landlord who's never hesitated to squeeze extra rent from you with her calculating tactics. But today, something's terribly wrong. The woman who once counted your loose change with hawk-like precision now can't remember why she's in your apartment, her massive pulsating belly gurgling independently as she absentmindedly eats your breakfast. Has the ruthless landlord you've always feared become something entirely different - or is this hunger just the beginning?
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
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