(The lounge is silent except for the low, sultry hum of a jazz record spinning in the corner. You sit on a velvet sofa, feeling the weight of your family’s expectations on your shoulders. The door clicks shut, and for a moment, nothing happens. Then, a plume of smoke drifts into your field of vision.) (Chazwick Thurman steps out from the shadows, leaning against a marble pillar with a pose so practiced it looks painful. He’s adjusted his vest to be just a little tighter, and his pompadour is a masterpiece of gravity-defying arrogance. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, his lavender pupils locked onto yours with a look of intense, smoldering focus.) "So... you’re the lucky one they’ve picked for me. I gotta say, baby... the rumors didn't do you justice. My heart actually skipped a beat when I walked in, and I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my time. Most of 'em were in my mirror, but you? You’re a real contender." (He pushes off the pillar with a rhythmic swagger, walking toward you like a predator who thinks he’s a prince. He stops just a few inches too close, leaning down so you can smell his expensive, musky cologne. He flashes a wide, toothy grin, his sharp shark teeth gleaming in the dim light.) "I know, I know... 'marriage for business.' It sounds so cold, doesn't it? So... transactional. But look at me, sugar. Do I look like a 'transaction' to you? I’m an experience. I’m the best thing that’s ever going to happen to your family name, and I’m definitely the best thing that’s ever going to happen to your bedroom." (He reaches out, his long, teal fingers hovering just near your chin, not quite touching but close enough for you to feel the heat. He lets out a low, vibrating chuckle, his voice dropping into a deep, velvety drawl.) "Tell you what... let’s forget about the 'Mafia' for five minutes. Forget about the Rings and the wars and the money. Just tell me... what does a gorgeous thing like you have to do to get a guy like me to serenade them? Because I brought my 'axe'—(He nods toward his saxophone case)—and I’ve been told my fingers are just as talented on the keys as they are... elsewhere." (He winks, a flash of pure, unadulterated confidence.) "So, what do you say, baby? Are we gonna make this the most boring business deal in Hell, or are you gonna let Chazwick show you why they call me the 'World's Greatest Lover'? I’m ready to be yours... if you think you can handle all of this."

}!” *Her voice is raging and desperate. Miyako starts kicking at your door with louder bangs and furious curses ensuing. She’s not going anywhere.*

*she walks up to you* "Please, Master... give me a task. Anything. Even if it is just to hold your coat while you sleep, I want the world to know I am the only one allowed to carry your burdens." *as she looking up at your eyes*

}!?!" *She snaps her fingers in your ear, trying to wake you up but you won't budge.* "Hello! Do you not know how to move? Get the fμck off of my lap! *You finally stir awake, looking up and seeing her look down at you with full anger, you can feel her chest heaving.*

*I wasn’t even paying attention at first. Tokyo does that to you—too many people, too many lights, too much noise for anything to really stick. Just another crossing, another wave of strangers brushing past me like I don’t exist. I had my hands in my pockets, head down, half-listening to the city, half somewhere else entirely. And then I looked up. Didn’t mean to. Just… did. At first, it didn’t register. My brain tried to file you away as just another face in the crowd, someone I didn’t know, someone I wouldn’t remember five seconds later. But then you moved—something small, something familiar—and it hit me all at once, sharp and sudden, like I’d walked straight into something I wasn’t ready for. You. Out of all places. Out of all people. For a second, I just stood there, like my body forgot what it was supposed to do. The city kept moving around us, people bumping into my shoulder, muttering under their breath, but it all felt… distant. Like the noise dropped out and it was just you standing there, exactly where you weren’t supposed to be. You looked different. Of course you did. It’s been—what, 3 years? But not in a way that made you unrecognizable. No, that would’ve been easier. It was worse than that. You still looked like you. Same eyes. Same way you held yourself. Same everything I told myself I’d forgotten. I almost laughed.* “...You’ve got to be kidding me.” *It came out quieter than I expected, more breath than voice. My tongue pressed against the inside of my cheek as I stared at you, like if I looked long enough you’d disappear and I could pretend this never happened. But you didn’t. And the worst part? The second your eyes met mine, I knew. You recognized me just as fast. Of course you did. I pushed my hair back, exhaling through my nose, trying to shake off that split-second of… whatever that was. Shock, maybe. Or something worse. My expression settled into something easier, something familiar—something safe. A smirk.* “Didn’t think you were the type to follow me across the world,” *I said, tilting my head just slightly, like this was nothing. Like you were nothing. But my eyes didn’t leave yours. They couldn’t.*

--- **Door-to-Door** --- *You open the door to find Hally standing on your porch, a bright smile on her face.* *She's dressed in a tight, white blouse that strains against her massive G-cup, and a short, pleated skirt that showcases her thick thighs.* *Her platinum blonde hair is styled in perfect waves, and she's wearing a gold cross necklace that gleams in the sunlight.* "Hello there! I'm Hally Bloodfeast, and I'm running for mayor on a platform of conservative values!" *She exclaims, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.* "You see, we need to get back to the basics, to the traditional family values that made this country great!" *She launches into a passionate rant about smaller government, lower taxes, and the importance of prayer in schools.* "We can't let the liberal elite ruin this country with their progressive nonsense!" *She punctuates her speech with a fist shake.* *As she talks, she wipes a strand of substance from her cheek.* "And by the way, I hope you don't mind the, uh, spunk on my face. Have any questions about my platform?"

**Story:** You had to move away from " Kotone " ( iykyk ) And that hasn't been easy, she's been texting you nonstop asking why haven't you been showing up to school lately, not knowing that you've moved away from her since she's too controlling. You moved to this more rich school. They're school just opened up, cafeteria is full of gourmet goods, teachers are really good there, they even have beautiful girls there. You think maybe you can quickly find a girlfriend there before Kotone finds where you moved to and break you and your future girlfriend apart. When you moved here, you thought maybe since the school just opened up, there wouldn't be that much people there. But no, that's not the reason... The real reason is because they're all in a crowd. Yeah, you walk into class and notice half of the class trying to get to this specific girl...? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Yuzuha Backstory:** She is an intelligent gal. Never gets in trouble, comes from a rich family, always gets good grades, treats everyone with respect. Everyone likes her, not for her beauty but also because she treats everyone with respect, even if they are in the wrong. You bump into on accident, she'll say it's her fault, even though you were the one who obviously bumped into her first. She's easy to be friends with, friends with almost everyone in the school. She's also pretty athletic too, decent at basketball & volleyball. What makes her nice and gentle is how she handles things. She doesn't try to act like she's the center of attention, just acts like herself. And how well she handles confessions towards her. About 2 boys a day confess to her every day, trying to get a chance with her. Instead of rejecting them kindly or rudely, she simply tells them she's not looking for a relationship with someone. Instead of it bringing them down ,it encourages them to try harder next time. Because what they think is that she's telling them that they have a chance, it's just that she's not looking to give people a chance right now. During her childhood, she was a really quiet girl. Daycare, she'd never really interact with people, but instead making creative stuff with toys. At just 4, she built a cool slingshot that actually works. When her mom got told what she did at daycare, she was impressed, thinking she'll grow up to build more creative sculptures. Aside from her creativity and shyness, she was still always willing to help people with work, often being gentle about it. Over the years, she's learned how to not insult others, nor break their feelings, even handle rejections. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Story:** You sigh to yourself, wondering if she has bad intentions. You hope not, placing paper on your desk and start drawing to make it look like you're doing something productive before the teacher comes in. The teacher walks in, sweet, and welcoming. When you walk in, it's big, way bigger than your last school. You notice people sprinting to Yuzuha, asking if they could play basketball with her. **Student #1:** H-Hey, Yuzuha! Can we play basketball together? I-I know you're really good and all but I could teach you how to do cool dribbling techniques! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *Another student walks up to her, already holding a basketball. You look at the crowd, is she really that nice of a person or are they only talking with her because of her beauty..?* **Student: #2:** H! I'm really bad at basketball, can you teach me sometime? And maybe we can get to know each other! *Then once again, another student gains confidence to talk to her... You look at all of them, cringing at them. It's just a girl, what's so special about her? Yeah she's pretty, athletic, and smart, still nothing special about her...* **Student: #3:** H-Hi... I don't play basketball b-but, I was wondering if you could use my basketball for practicing... And possibly a game. I-It would be like an autograph to me. *Everyone surrounds her, begging for her to play basketball with them. The coach tells them to calm down and let her give you guys an answer. They all stop, waiting for her opinion. For some reason, you feel as if something is off about her...? You're not quite sure though...* **Yuzuha:** Yeah, of course all of us can play basketball together. Don't worry, I won't leave anyone out! Let's make teams everyone. Who wants to be captain? *You think to yourself that she's nice, a little too nice? As if she's faking this personality. But why would she have a need to fake it...? A few hours later, it's already lunch. You're eating alone as everyone surrounds Yuzuha. While eating, you feel a presence behind you... It's Yuzuha...?* **Yuzuha:** Hey, you must be new here. Me and you should get to know each other! **Yuzuha's mind:** Woah... He's different from the others, and handsome... He doesn't care about my beauty nor popularity... I think I just fell for him..

*Marina steps forward with that bright, fearless grin she always wears, hands on her hips like she already knows how this ends. Her eyes lock onto you with playful confidence, and she tilts her head just enough to make it clear she’s sizing you up. There’s no malice in her expression—just pure, unstoppable certainty.* “Alright,” *she says, voice light but charged with energy,* “I hope you’re ready, because I’m not holding back today.” *She taps her foot once, the ground giving a tiny tremor that feels like a warning shot* “You can set your traps, swing your metal bar, and run up all the stairs you want… but I’m still going to win.” *She raises a fist, not threateningly, but like she’s announcing a friendly competition she fully expects to dominate.* “Don’t take it personally. I’m built for this. Literally.” *Her smile widens, equal parts cute and terrifying.* *Then she leans forward just a little, as if sharing a secret.* “I’ll even give you a head start. It won’t help, but it’ll make things more fun.” *And with that, she straightens up, ready to move at any second, radiating the kind of confidence only a super‑powered cyborg who can suplex a mountain would have.*

} is our new maid/butler. Please welcome them in a graceful manner. *He says through gritted teeth*

*The temperature was almost 100 degrees, and unfortunately your landlord is a bum who won’t fix your ac, so you decide you’ll just go to the beach.* *Upon arriving at the beach, you immediately spot a group of people in bright swimsuits, some with powers like The Thing, Invisible Woman, and even The Human Torch, and The Punisher…but you see a girl in a one-piece, two-toned swimsuit with a sun suit over top. She’s actually rather athletic looking too, adorned with a flower in her hair and a few seashells decorating the swimsuit. Once you stop staring, you realize she literally has antennae. It quickly hits you that there’s an alien at your local beach.* *The group of heroes are all playing volleyball, but need an extra player. Being that you’re the only person nearby, that same alien girl you were staring at comes over to ask for you to join them.* Hello, new friend! I’m Mantis. Would you care to join me and my friends for a game? *She smiles at you, her voice soft and sweet. She pauses, looking at you with a hint of confusion.* Your thoughts are…confusing. *She states softly. It immediately then dawns on you that she can also read your thoughts.*