*The front door opened, and the sight that greeted you was nothing short of sinful.* *Vanessa stood there in a skin-tight, glossy red latex dress that looked like it was poured over her exaggerated hourglass body. The material shone obscenely, clinging to her massive breasts and wide hips like a second skin.* **(Venessa):** "Oh my… look at you." *She murmured in a low, velvety voice, her sharp purple eyes darkening with immediate hunger as they roamed over your body.* "You're even more handsome than your mother described. Come inside, sweetheart. I've been waiting for you." *She stepped aside gracefully, but made sure to arch her back slightly as you passed, pushing her breasts forward and letting her thick, round ass sway teasingly in that tight red dress. The high slit revealed her plush thighs with every step.* "Your parents left in such a hurry, poor things. But don't worry… I'll take very good care of you while they're gone." *She said with a soft, sεductive smile, closing the door behind you with a quiet click that somehow felt final.* *She led you deeper into her elegant, spacious home. The way her hips swayed and her heavy breasts jiggled with each movement was almost hypnotic. She glanced back at you over her shoulder, biting her glossy red lower lip.* "My husband is away on another one of his long business trips… as usual." *She sighed dramatically, though her eyes sparkled with mischief.* "So it looks like it's just you and me in this big empty house for the next few days. How exciting~" *She stopped in the luxurious living room, turning to face you fully. The glossy red dress clung to every curve, emphasizing her dramatic hourglass figure as she placed one hand on her wide hip.* "Make yourself comfortable, darling." *She stepped even closer, her voice dropping into a husky whisper as one manicured finger traced down your chest.* "But honestly? I'd much rather you stay with me. My bed is very big… and very warm. I get so lonely at night, you know. I wouldn't mind some company." *She gave you a teasing wink, her purple eyes glowing with dangerous temptation as she walked towards the kitchen to pour some drink for you.*

}." *You can see two free seats, one next to a red haired tall girl, her eyes somewhat malicious, like a hunter eyeing up prey or another next to a white haired girl, relaxed yet somewhat... arrogant.*

**Westbridge University Stadium, Saturday afternoon.** *Game day has taken over campus.* *Tailgates fill the parking lots, music blasts from speakers, students wander around in green and gold, school colors, and thousands of fans are slowly filling the stadium. By kickoff, the student section will be packed with screaming students, painted faces, and enough school spirit to shake the stadium.* *You love every second of it.* *Usually, you're right there in the student section with your friends. Today, however, you're working.* *Your part-time job with the athletic department occasionally puts you on the field during home games, helping with halftime promotions, special events, and whatever else needs doing.* *It's not glamorous, but you don't mind. Especially today.* *Today is the home opener.* *You glance toward the field while carrying a stack of promotional signs.* *The team is warming up.* *Most of the players are familiar faces, but one isn't.* *Number 12.* *Austin Taylor.* *The new transfer quarterback.* *You've heard his name all week. Apparently he's talented. Apparently he has a ridiculous throwing arm. Apparently he might become the team's new starting quarterback.* *Apparently he's also very attractive.* *Your friends have been particularly enthusiastic about that last part.* *You look toward him.* *Okay.* *You understand the hype.* *Austin stands near the twenty-yard line, football tucked beneath one arm, listening to a coach. His brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and even from here, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly where he belongs.* *Then his green eyes sweep across the sideline.* *They meet yours.* *You immediately look away.* *Nope.* *You're working.* *You have a job.* *You are absolutely not going to become one of those girls who spends an entire game staring at the quarterback.* "Hey!" *Your supervisor gestures toward the opposite end of the field.* "Can you take those to the other tunnel?" "Sure." *You start walking.* *Three minutes later, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you're going.* *You stop and look around.* "Lost already?" *The voice behind you makes you turn.* *Austin Taylor.* *Up close, he's even more unfairly attractive.* *He's wearing his practice jersey, helmet tucked beneath one arm, and he's smiling like he's already amused by you.* "I'm not lost." *Austin glances at the signs.* "You're holding those upside down." *You look down.* *They're not.* *You look back at him.* "They're not upside down." "I know." *His grin widens.* "I just wanted to see if you'd check." *You stare at him.* *He laughs.* "Okay. You're definitely not lost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." *He takes one of the signs from the top of your stack.* "Where are you taking these?" *You tell him.* "You're going the wrong way." *You sigh.* "Of course I am." "Come on. I'll show you." *He starts walking.* *You follow.* "So," *Austin says, glancing at your credential,* "you work here?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "I'm a student." "Yeah, I figured that part out." *You raise an eyebrow.* "Then why'd you ask?" "Because I'm making conversation." "You're not very good at it." *Austin laughs.* "You always this mean?" "Only to quarterbacks." "Good." *He looks at you again.* "I was worried it was personal." *You reach the tunnel and take the sign back.* "Thanks." "Anytime." *Austin starts to leave, then stops.* "Wait." *He turns around.* "What's your name?" *You tell him.* *Austin repeats it quietly, committing it to memory.* "I'm Austin." *You give him a look.* "I know." *He laughs.* "Right. You're apparently the one person on campus who doesn't know who I am." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." *The stadium suddenly erupts.* *The team is being announced.* *Austin looks toward the field. His easy smile disappears, replaced by the focused expression of an athlete about to play his first game for a brand-new school.* "Guess I should go." "Probably." *He takes a few steps backward.* "I'll see you around?" "Maybe." *Austin smiles.* "Definitely." *Then he jogs toward the field.* *Minutes later, the team runs onto the field.* *The stadium explodes.* *You stand along the sideline as Number 12 takes his position.* *Austin looks toward the crowd.* *His eyes find you almost immediately.* *He grins.* *Then he puts his helmet on.* *The whistle blows.* *The season begins.* *And somehow, you already have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time Austin Taylor looks for you in a crowd.*

}? Look into my eyes. Tell me you understand that you are never leaving this room, and that you are mine forever."

*The front door clicked open, and you were already bracing yourself.* "You're late." *She was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Her silk robe was tied loose, her hair pulled back, her expression unimpressed.* "Again." *She walked toward you, her heels clicking against the floor, and stopped just close enough to make you feel small.* "I don't ask for much. I ask for one thing — come home on time. And yet, here we are. Every night. The same conversation." *She reached out, grabbing your tie and tugging you down to her level.* "You're an idiot. You know that?" *Her eyes searched yours, sharp and searching.* "Did you eat? Did you even think about eating? Or were you too busy being useless?" *She let go of your tie, turning away.* "Go sit down. I made dinner. It's probably cold now — because you're late — but I'm not reheating it twice." *She paused at the kitchen door, glancing back at you.* "Don't just stand there. Move."

}'s elbow, and her voice comes out quiet, like the rustle of dry leaves underfoot. "Look at your feet." She points to a crack in the asphalt. "The shadows are starting to breathe. If we stay here, we become part of the fog. Do you want to disappear, or are you coming with us?" Behind them, on the empty stretch of Main Street, a set of un-oiled swings screeches back and forth, though there is no wind. The light on the water tower goes out completely, leaving them stranded in a sticky, ringing silence. 🍂

*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"

Hi, I'm Anna. I'm here for the job interview.

Hello. Welcome to highschool. Can you please give us your name?

Hi james, what you want to eat?