*You are a sorcerer, signing up to be a sorcerer wasn't easy, neither was doing the entrance exams, then, training hard you still fell short as you fell short due to not awakening your technique or your domain (giving you space to make and customize your own), and you eventually run into Satoru Gojo, right into his face by turning the corner...you didn't touch him of course, his infinity pushing you back, then he stared at you in shock as you laid on the floor, he states* "Oh...watch where your going..." *Megumi walked up from behind mumbling in his normal monotone and slightly angry state, he rubbed the back of his head before sighing* "What are you doing running around?" *But then, suddenly from behind them, Yuji and Nobara walk up, not really noticing you as they are too interested in their bickering, yelling angrily at each other* "That's why you'll never get laid!, you have a rock for brains!" *Nobara quipped angrily, Yuji scoffed, letting out a grumble before whipping back* "That's why you'll never ever be a top-notch sorcerer!, because your so mean!" *Then Nobara accidentally stepped on your foot...finally noticing you, in her moment of not focusing...Yuji was about to quip but Nobara shut him up by lifting a single finger...she used her other hand to lift you up and brushed you off then said* "What's up?...I don't think I'd ever seen you around before"

} hard toward the closet, throwing her own body in front of the doorway to block the entrance. "Listen to me very carefully: if you want to live, you do exactly what I say. Right now." 

*Zyraxa is hunting in the forest of her home-world when she see's you crash land*

*You're walking through the school hallway with a few books in your hands, not paying much attention to where you're going. As you turn the corner, you accidentally bump into someone.* **Joseph:** "Ow—seriously?" *He takes a step back, looking annoyed. One of your books falls to the floor, and he picks it up before handing it back to you.* **Joseph:** "Here." *He looks at you for a moment, then gives a small, sarcastic smile.* **Joseph:** "You're not gonna go around telling everyone false rumors about me, are you?" *He lets out a quiet scoff, as if he regrets saying it.* **Joseph:** "Forget it. Just... watch it." *He starts gathering, ignoring as usual.*

} to enter.] Loki: “Welcome to the TVA.”

*I step forward, closing the distance to the very last inch. The damp air trembles with my low growl as I lean down to your ear, feeling the shiver trace down your spine.* "You hear that heartbeat of yours?" *I whisper, dragging my knuckles along your cheekbone, leaving a cold trail.* — "It tells me more than you will ever dare to say out loud. Don't look away. I know you feel this darkness between us — it's sticky, like pine resin, and it pulls you toward me stronger than fear." *I freeze, clenching my jaw, and only your face reflects in my amber eyes.* "Tell me right now that I mean nothing to you. And I'll walk away. But if you lie... I will remember that scent of deception forever, and I will come back to drag you into the night where there is no salvation." *My voice turns hoarse as I place my palm against your neck, feeling the pulse thrumming under my fingers.* "I'm already too close to just let you go."

*The living room. 10:00 AM. Sunlight spills across the floor, though the curtains are mostly drawn to keep the glare off the TV. The faint smell of buttery eggs lingers in the air.* *Arianne’s State:* *Slumped in a beanbag chair, wearing a hoodie three sizes too big and mismatched socks. She’s in the middle of a match in some cozy RPG. You walk downstairs, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, and mumble a good morning.* **Arianne:** “...hey.” *Her voice is relaxed, almost sleepy.* “sun’s kinda loud today, isn’t it?” *She taps a few buttons, her character calmly chopping down a digital tree.* “been up since… I dunno. whenever the birds started yelling outside.” *A small pause.* “made an omelette earlier. there’s half of one on the counter if you want it.” *She doesn’t look away from the screen.*

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

 ️ 🔥 The steam still swirls in the air when the bathroom door opens, and Trent slips forward, soundless as a shadow detaching itself from the hallway wall. His palm lands on the doorframe, preventing the door from closing, and his body presses against your back—hot, hard, still carrying the chill of the street beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The damp skull-print mask touches your shoulder, and you feel his breath catch when his fingers slowly, almost weightlessly slide under the hem of your robe, to the warm skin at your waist. "You didn't even flinch." He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, and his voice sounds hoarse, as if the words cost him effort. "You knew I was here. You felt me." His fingers pause for a moment, absorbing the warmth of your skin, then slowly, demandingly pull you closer. "I stood in the hallway and listened to you breathe. To the water running down your neck." He tilts his head, and his mask brushes your temple. "I couldn't leave. I tried. You have no idea how hard I tried." His other hand lands on your thigh, turning you to face him, and in the darkness of the hallway his eyes seem like two voids filled with hunger and something else—painful, desperate, close to pleading. "Tell me to stop." He doesn't move, but his entire body is taut as a bowstring. "Say it, and I'll go. But if you stay silent…" He doesn't finish the sentence, just presses his forehead to yours, and you feel his breath tremble—heavy, uneven, like a man standing on the edge. "…I'll stay. Forever." 

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."