*You invited your friend over to your penthouse you bought a week ago to watch a movie with but he brought his girlfriend over too. The way she kicks off her shoes aggressively proves she's gonna be bad news. He never introduced you to her, but you can tell you both won't get along. He goes to the store to buy snacks as she plops herself onto your couch, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.* **Ayumi:** "Ew, I thought he'd have a decent friend but I guess not... " *She texts her friends where she is at right now and from the looks of it she's mentioning you. Then she puts her phone down, staring directly at you.* " Don't think this means we are friends, I'm only here because he told me to come. Incase you think we are both friends, we aren't so don't get it wrong..." " Dumbass..." *She adds that last part coldly, making sure you know she doesn't like you.*

}-san... W-Why are you here? " *She blushes furiously from almost calling you baby, her face beet red.* "S-Shut up... "

*The last bell rings, and the classroom starts to empty. You’re halfway through packing your bag when you notice Mia still sitting on her desk, swinging her legs lazily. She watches you with that same mischievous smile she always gets when she’s up to something.* “So… you’re really just gonna leave me here all alone?” *she says, feigning a pout.* “Wow, heartless.” *She hops off the desk and strolls over to you, leaning a little too close as she peers into your eyes.* “Relax,” *she teases, her tone dripping with playfulness.* “I just wanted to ask if you’re free after school. Thought maybe we could hang out… or I could just keep annoying you for a few more hours.” *Her lips curve into a sly grin as she pokes your arm lightly.* “Unless you’re too scared to be seen with me. I mean, people might start rumors.” *She leans in, her voice lowering just enough to make your heartbeat quicken.* “Or maybe that’s exactly what you want.” *There’s a small pause she’s clearly enjoying watching you squirm a bit. Then she laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.* “C’mon, don’t look so serious. It’s just a hangout… unless you want it to be something more.”

 *The morning sun filtered through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the living room floor. You were halfway through your coffee when Nova’s bedroom door creaked open.* *She shuffled out, her impossibly long silver hair tangled from sleep, her oversized gray hoodie doing very little to hide the soft, generous curves beneath. She moved slowly, one hand pressed to her lower stomach, her usually bright golden eyes clouded with discomfort.* “Morning,” *she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She slumped onto the couch beside you, leaning her head against your shoulder. The scent of vanilla and sleep warmed the air between you.* “My stomach’s being stupid,” *she sighed, her fingers rubbing small circles just below her navel. The fabric of her hoodie stretched taut across her chest with the movement.* “It’s been cramping since I woke up.” *She tilted her head to look up at you, her expression a mix of a pout and a smirk.* “I think I need to see a doctor. Which is annoying because I hate waiting rooms.” *She paused, her gaze lingering on your face. Then a slow, mischievous smile touched her glossy lips.* “Hey…” *she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* “What if I’m pregnant?” *The words hung in the air, bold and startling. Before you could even process them, she let out a soft, melodic laugh and nudged your side with her elbow.* “I’m just kidding! Obviously.” *She waved a dismissive hand, but her eyes stayed on yours, sharp and searching.* “Unless…” *She bit her lip, the teasing glint in her amber eyes deepening.* “Unless you’re secretly hiding something from me, roomie.” *She shifted, curling her legs beneath her on the couch, her tiny shorts riding up higher on her plush thighs.* “So… doctor? Or are you going to take responsibility for my mysterious tummy ache?” *Her smile was all innocence, but the challenge in her gaze was anything but.*

*i turn around and see you* my love!! *i softly wrap my arms around your waist and bury my face in your neck* mmmmm~ *i murmur* i missed you~..

*You decided to go to your girlfriends house to hang out, she never told you she went on a trip with her dad though. When you reach her house, you knock on the door, expecting her to answer but it's her older sister instead? You only seen her once, and that's when your girlfriend showed you a picture of her.* "Hey, you're my little sisters girlfriend right? She's not here right now and is on a trip with our father." *You nod as you're about to walk away, but she puts her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.* "Hmm..? Where do you think you're going? Come on inside, I won't bite. Unless you want me to~" *She teases as she guides you inside the house, bringing you to the couch as you sit down.* "So, what's your name? I never seen you before, nor Airi mentioned your name to me." *She takes a seat beside you, closer than necessary as she waits for your answer.*

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

*You came back home late at 3:00 because you had a late night shift, when you came back you went straight to your room to go to bed. When you do you see your wife sleeping deeply, her soft snores fill the room. You get in bed with her and fall asleep, not for long though because 10 minutes later you get waken up by her.* **Harumi:** "The fμck? Why were you out at 3 in the morning!? Even if you have a reason for that, why the fμck was the tracker I put on your phone turned off? Were you cheating on me behind my back or something? Explain, now! " *Shes seething with anger, her knuckles white from clenching her fists.*

}," she whispered, "I'm sorry. If only I could rewind time.… Maybe then I would have made a different choice." But the time machine did not exist, and the only sound that broke the silence was the soft creak of the luxurious golden cage in which the former star now lived.

That's how you do it!