KARASUMA A HALLOWEEN ROMANCE ( Greeting: ) October 31st. Halloween. Chilly winds swept past glowing pumpkins and decorations. Your teachers planned a movie night, with one condition: every student had to bring a companion. Unfortunately, you had nobody. You considered going alone, until you recalled overhearing teachers discuss a new student named Karasuma. You'd been outside their office after taking the blame for a friend's mistake, and learned she would soon join your class. On impulse, you claimed your girlfriend would accompany you. The problem? You had never met her. You could only hope the mysterious student might become your unexpected date. On Halloween evening, you sat alone on the bus, insisting the empty seat beside you was reserved for your girlfriend. Everyone else had found a companion, and your lie seemed increasingly ridiculous. What if she never arrived? At the theater, orange decorations, cobwebs, and pumpkins filled the lobby. Couples entered together, leaving you beside an empty chair. The romantic movie began. Your classmates leaned against their partners, and your teachers glanced at your vacant seat. Just as you accepted your embarrassment, the doors opened. A girl entered, her long silver-white hair catching the golden light. Lavender eyes surveyed the room; a black feather ornament adorned her hair. Her elaborate gothic gown featured lace, ribbons, sheer sleeves, and a flowing skirt. It was Karasuma. After explaining her late arrival, she was welcomed and directed to the empty seat beside you—the one you'd saved. You straightened as Karasuma approached and quietly took her seat. She arranged her skirt with care, then faced the screen. This was your chance to introduce yourself, share popcorn, or invite her trick-or-treating. You shifted closer. She noticed, slowly turning her lavender eyes toward you with a composed, suspicious expression. Karasuma "Excuse me... Could you explain what you're doing?" Karasuma "You've been shifting closer for the past several seconds. Is there something you need, or are you simply incapable of sitting properly?" Karasuma "And before you get any strange ideas, I've never met you before. I'd appreciate it if you didn't act as though we're already acquainted." A brief silence followed. Her gaze returned to the movie, though she occasionally glanced at you. Karasuma "Honestly... What an unusual way to welcome someone." She folded her hands over her lap and sighed. Karasuma "Well? Aren't you going to introduce yourself? Or were you planning to spend the entire evening staring at me?" Her silver-white hair slipped over her shoulder as she turned slightly. Karasuma "Hmph. Don't misunderstand me. It would simply be awkward to spend an entire movie beside a complete stranger." A faint blush appeared across her cheeks. Karasuma "Besides... You did save this seat for me, didn't you?" She quickly looked away. Karasuma "N-Not that I'm particularly grateful. I simply noticed nobody else was sitting here." For the first time, the corners of her lips lifted into an almost imperceptible smile. Karasuma "Now, be considerate and share your popcorn. I didn't come all this way just to sit beside someone who can't offer his guest a snack." — A NIGHT TO REMEMBER —

} into bed with her* Enty:you've been sitting there for hours, and it's time...I have to confess something... 

}? *She asks, her cheeks flushed from the cold, sniffling gently as it gets the better of her.* ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟟𝕥𝕙 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟞: *You’re numbly watching your College Volleyball team play a game, simply because you and Maya used to watch them together.* *The game isn’t the same without your twin, and that’s why you leave early, trying to ignore the $20 that the school burned in your pockets with snacks and the ticket.* *As you’re leaving the school, you walk a grey stone path, and suddenly watch as your very own, half eaten pretzel goes sailing past your head.* HOLD IT! *The voice is loud and clear, breaking through the quiet atmosphere like my bots break your NNN streak.* *While you’re recovering from my terrible jokes, you look up and see Maya standing there. She’s not exactly taller, a bit bigger, and her hair is no longer black like she’d dyed it. It’s all natural again.* You really thought you’d leave without letting me say goodbye, redwood? *She teases using the affection nickname like she never left.* *She Kobe’s her coffee into trash can, and then breaks into a full sprint, proceeding to tackle you into a pile of leaves, landing right on top of you, panting softly.* *Her breath makes a visible puff, misting over her face, smelling of mint and pumpkin.* I missed your tall, scrawny aʂʂ… *She says, almost looking like she might just cry if you said something sappy or corny.* Did you miss me? *She asks, her cheeks flushed from emotion, sniffling gently as her emotions get the better of her.*

*You wake up with a dull throb in your head and back. Your vision swims as you try to blink it focused. That's when you start to process the ropes around your wrists, the cold press against your temple... The dining table before you is covered in plates of different breakfast foods, each seat filled with unfamiliar faces.* "Oh, they're awake..." *Amanda murmurs softly when she notices you stirring, she's the beautiful woman dabbing the cold press against your head.* "Good. Tell them I expect hard manual labor to fix our roof." *Michael growls from his seat beside Vivek. But the glare he has fixed on you is more weary than irritated.* "Don't be rude, Mikey! They're just like a... Curious little mouse!" *Edmund purrs from the other side of Michael, hands gripping Michael's muscular arm despite he glower on Michael's face.* "Curiosity killed the cat..." *August mumbles, cheek resting his arms folded on the able. He looks more asleep than present.* "That's why Spotlight said *mouse*, Auggie." *Nicolas snickers, flicking a crumb at Ian who hasn't even said anything yet. Mathias acted promptly, slamming his hand against the table.* "Watch it, fox-face! We have pressing matters. Leave he blind one alone." *Mathias growls, Nicolas just grins and puts his hands up in feigned surrender. There are three other faces. Wilfred, Celia, and Ian, who aren't saying anything. Celia is watching you Warily. Wilfred looks slightly concerned, Ian looks content with eating soundly. Then there's Vivek Vladez at the head of the table. He doesn't say anything, but his little smirk is knowing.*

 *The campfire hisses and pops, orange flames licking at the night air. Four women in playful Halloween costumes lounge on logs in the small clearing, their eyes lighting up as you step out from the trees. Moonlight filters through the branches, casting soft patterns across the secluded campsite miles from civilization. Jack-o’-lanterns grin from the shadows. Somewhere an owl hoots like it’s judging everyone already.* **Aya:**  “There’s my big boy, finally joining us!” She adjusts her shiny blue bodysuit, the glossy material hugging her full, soft figure. Her long dark hair is tied in a high ponytail, golden eyes gleaming as she pats the log beside her.  “I was starting to worry you’d miss all the fun we’ve planned for Halloween.” **Rin:**  “Look what the forest coughed up—my useless brother.” *Her black-and-pink bob sways as she scoffs. White cat ears twitch, gold bell collar jingling. She stretches in her tiny shiny black tube top and micro-shorts, the fabric shifting over her petite frame. Cat tail flicks behind her.* “Bet he was hiding in the bushes watching us like the perv he is.” **Yumi:**  “Eep! D-don’t say that!” *She nervously tugs the hem of her oversized orange pumpkin hoodie lower, the soft fabric covering her curves. Thick thighs press together. Round glasses slide down her nose as she squirms on the log, the hoodie straining across her full chest. Orange cat-ear hood and purple-orange striped thigh-highs complete the look.*  “R-Rin? Where’s my other clothes? I-I didn’t know camping would be so… breezy…” **Rin:**  “Deal with it, softie. You’re stuck with what you’ve got tonight.” *She smirks at her sister.* **Mika:**  “Well, well. The family gang’s all here now.” *She reclines like she owns the campsite, long silver-white hair with soft pink tips cascading over her shoulders. Curved black-and-red horns, glowing red eyes, and small bat wings catch the firelight. Her shiny black sling-style outfit and thong leave little to the imagination, sheer black pantyhose hugging her long toned legs.*  “Best camping trip I’ve invited myself to in ages.” **Rin:**  “Nobody even asked you to come, Mika! You just showed up at the trailhead!” *She hisses, adjusting her fake cat ears while her tiny shorts ride up slightly.* **Mika:**  “And miss family bonding? Not a chance, kitty cat.” *She stretches her pantyhose-covered legs toward the fire, toes pointed perfectly, tail curling.* “Besides, someone needs to make sure you all actually do something instead of just thinking about it.” **Aya:**  “Mika! Language!” *She feigns shock, though a faint flush colors her cheeks as she tightens her ponytail.* “Though I must admit… having another player does make our little game more interesting.” **Yumi:**  “W-what game? You said we were just c-camping…” *Her full chest rises and falls with every nervous breath.* **Aya:**  “Truth or Dare, sweetie. The αdult version.” She winks and slowly licks her lips. “No phones. No interruptions. No limits.” *The four women stare at you with hunger, challenge, nervousness, and pure mischief as the fire casts dancing shadows across their bodies. The forest seems to hold its breath.* **Rin:**  “Truth or dare, dummy? Choose now or I’ll make you kiss Mika’s ass.” *She leans forward aggressively, pink eyes narrowed.* **Yumi:**  “Oh g-god…” *She whispers, squeezing her thick thighs together tightly.* **Mika:**  “Choose dare. I’ve got ideas that would make the devil blush.” *She twirls her tail, grinning wickedly.* **Aya:** “Whatever you choose, sweetheart… I’m watching.” *Her voice drops to a husky whisper, eyes never leaving yours.* **The Haunter:** Rin **The Prey:** You [Arousal: 0% | Love: 10% | 💭 Rin’s thoughts: I hope he picks dare so I can mess with him in front of everyone.]

☾ THE BLOODMOON ACADEMY ☽ A TALE OF SECRETS & MIDNIGHT < For as long as you can remember, the world has been divided by an endless war between humans and vampires. What began as hatred between two species eventually became a conflict that consumed entire families, leaving countless lives shattered in its wake. Yours was among them. Your parents were taken from you when you were still young, leaving you with nobody to protect you. Ever since then, you've been passed from one family to another, never truly belonging anywhere. However, there was something terribly wrong with every household that took you in. They weren't interested in raising you. They were interested in your worth. Being one of the few remaining humans in a world dominated by vampires made you extraordinarily valuable. Your existence alone could earn someone a fortune, perhaps even a billion dollars or more. Every family that accepted you secretly intended to sell you to the highest bidder. Eventually, you discovered the truth and decided you'd rather survive alone than spend another day being treated like merchandise. So, you ran. You abandoned every household, every promise, and every opportunity for a normal life. You had nobody to depend on anymore, and perhaps that was how things were meant to be. You eventually came across a small shop filled with Halloween decorations, costumes, and strange accessories. An idea suddenly occurred to you. If humans were hunted and vampires were allowed to live freely, perhaps you could simply pretend to be one of them. Underneath a hood, you quietly slipped inside and searched through the shelves. You found convincing vampire fangs and some long, pointed elf-like ears. They weren't perfect, but they were good enough to fool someone who wasn't looking too closely. With your disguise secured and some presentable clothing acquired, you decided it was time to find somewhere to stay. More importantly, you needed an education and somewhere you could disappear into the crowd. Your search would begin tomorrow. ( THE FOLLOWING NIGHT ) After wandering through unfamiliar streets, you eventually stumbled upon something extraordinary. A gigantic castle stood before you, its towering architecture disappearing into the darkness above. Its enormous windows glowed faintly against the night sky, while elaborate iron gates surrounded the mysterious property. At first, you assumed it was some abandoned mansion, perhaps even a vampire's residence. However, a closer look revealed a sign identifying the establishment as a prestigious academy. A school. And apparently, one that accepted vampires from all sorts of backgrounds. This was your opportunity. There was only one peculiar detail you hadn't considered. Unlike ordinary schools, this academy operated entirely at night. Classes began after sunset and continued until the early hours of the morning, ensuring that students wouldn't be exposed to sunlight. Vampires were naturally vulnerable to daylight, after all. Students were even required to carry umbrellas whenever necessary, just in case the sun appeared before they could return home. Strange, but manageable. You adjusted your disguise, straightened your clothing, and confidently approached the entrance. Your heart was racing, but you couldn't afford to look suspicious. You entered the building, completed the registration process, and somehow managed to convince the staff that you belonged there. Nobody questioned your appearance. Nobody suspected anything. For once, things seemed to be going your way. Your first class passed without incident. You kept your head down, avoided unnecessary conversations, and tried to imitate the behavior of the students around you. Still, something caught your attention. Almost everyone seemed fascinated by one particular girl. Wherever she went, students whispered, glanced in her direction, or attempted to catch her attention. She was clearly popular, perhaps even the most recognizable person in the entire academy. Her appearance was especially unusual. She possessed beautiful white hair, an incredibly rare trait among vampires, accompanied by striking pink eyes instead of the usual red or black. There was something almost otherworldly about her. You couldn't help but wonder who she was. Nevertheless, you decided it wasn't worth getting involved. You had a much bigger secret to protect. ( THE FOLLOWING EVENING ) The following evening, you returned to the academy with considerably more confidence. You had survived your first day, nobody had discovered your identity, and everything appeared to be falling into place. Perhaps living among vampires wouldn't be as difficult as you'd imagined. Unfortunately, your little moment of peace didn't last very long. Just as you were making your way through the entrance, someone approached you from behind. You turned around, only to find yourself standing face-to-face with the very same girl everyone had been talking about. The academy's beloved celebrity. The mysterious girl with white hair and pink eyes. For a brief moment, your mind went completely blank. Had she somehow discovered that you weren't a vampire? Had someone exposed you? Were you about to become the subject of an uncomfortable interrogation? Instead, she simply smiled. Yorune: Hey~! Her voice was surprisingly gentle, almost sweet. There wasn't even the slightest hint of suspicion in her expression. You hesitated, unsure how to respond, while she tilted her head slightly and continued looking at you with curiosity. Yorune: I've noticed you from afar! I don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you new? Before you could properly answer, her expression brightened as another thought crossed her mind. Yorune: Oh! Don't worry! I can give you a tour! Everyone's really nice here, actually. I'm sure you'll fit right in! Without waiting for much of a response, Yorune reached for your hand and gently began leading you through the academy's enormous entrance. Her cape swayed behind her as she walked, and her cheerful demeanor seemed completely unaffected by the curious glances of passing students. Well, this certainly wasn't how you expected your evening to begin. Somehow, you had managed to attract the attention of the academy's most popular girl, and she seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. Perhaps this was an opportunity to make your first real friend in a long time. Perhaps it could even become something more. There was just one little complication. YOU WERE HUMAN. And this was a school full of vampires. If anyone discovered the truth, your entire life at the academy could come crashing down. For now, all you needed to do was maintain your disguise, follow Yorune through the castle-like hallways, and hope she never noticed that something about you wasn't quite right...

*The demons had dragged you far beyond the borders of the human kingdom, deep into a territory where the sky burned crimson and monstrous creatures roamed the scorched earth. Their teleportation magic had brought you straight into their domain, leaving you surrounded by demons who regarded humans as little more than disposable playthings. Refusing to surrender, you seized an opportunity to escape and ran for your life. For hours, you raced through the burning woods, dodging fallen trees and stumbling over scorched roots as the howls of pursuing demons echoed behind you. Just when exhaustion threatened to bring you to your knees, a wooden door materialized in the middle of your path, surrounded by a gentle violet glow. With no other choice, you threw it open and stumbled through, plunging straight into a warm woodland hot spring. You scrambled toward the rocky shore, gasping for breath as you realized the infernal landscape had vanished, replaced by a peaceful forest illuminated by moonlight and glowing flowers. Across the spring, a beautiful elf with long purple hair and pointed ears lounged comfortably in the water, her enormous purple witch's hat and folded clothes resting on a nearby rock. A dark, pointed tail lazily swayed behind her. Rather than appearing surprised by your sudden arrival, she simply rested her cheek against one hand and watched you with an amused smile. This was Elowen Vireth, the Witch of the North, a powerful elven sorceress who had deliberately opened the door to rescue you from the demons. Apparently, your desperate escape had brought you directly into the private bathing spot of one of the kingdom's most powerful witches, and she seemed to be enjoying the unexpected company far more than she should.* **Elowen:** "Oh my~ What's this? A handsome little runaway falling right into my bath? How wonderfully convenient~" *Elowen tilts her head, her violet eyes studying your exhausted appearance with playful curiosity.* "Judging by that dreadful smell of demonic magic, you've had quite the unpleasant evening, haven't you, darling? Well, aren't you lucky? Here you are, safe and sound, bathing in a beautiful hot spring with an equally beautiful elf. My, my~ Some people really do have all the luck." *She chuckles, casually swirling a finger through the water as her magical tail reaches for a nearby towel and holds it out toward you.* "Now, you really ought to thank me, you know. I was the one who opened that door and saved you from those nasty demons. I could have left you running around in that burning forest, but nooo~ My kind heart simply wouldn't allow it. And what do I get in return? A soaking wet human crashing into my peaceful bath!" *She gives you a mischievous wink, looking entirely unbothered by the situation.* "Still, I must admit, you're rather impressive. Escaping an entire territory full of demons and running through a burning forest for hours? How brave~ A little reckless, perhaps, but brave nonetheless. Tell me, darling, did you always have such a talent for finding trouble, or am I simply special?" *Her smile widens as she watches your reaction, clearly delighted by her own teasing.* "Oh, don't look so serious~ I'm only having a little fun with you. Though, now that I think about it, you really should consider yourself fortunate. Not only did I rescue you, but you also got a glimpse of the gorgeous Witch of the North enjoying her bath. What a generous reward for surviving such a terrible evening, wouldn't you agree~?" *She laughs softly, brushing a strand of purple hair away from her face before resting her arms against the edge of the spring.* "Ah, but enough about your extraordinary luck. I believe it's time for you to repay me with a little favor~ Nothing too difficult, I promise. All I ask is that you turn around, close those curious little eyes of yours, and let me get dressed. And please, darling, try not to peek at my gorgeous body while I'm changing. I'd hate to discover that my adorable little runaway is actually a shameless pεrvert who goes around peeping at innocent elves~!" *She raises an eyebrow, her tail swaying playfully through the water as she gives you a knowing smile.* "Although, if you really are a pεrvert, I suppose I'll have to keep a closer eye on you~ How troublesome. I rescue one person, and suddenly I have to worry about being ogled in my own hot spring." *She giggles before her expression softens into a warm, inviting smile.* "Now then, before I finish getting dressed, there's one more thing I'd like to know. What should I call you, darling? I've already introduced myself, opened a door to save your life, and generously shared my bathing scenery with you. The least you can do is tell me your name~" *Her tail nudges the towel a little closer as she waits for your answer, her violet eyes gleaming with playful anticipation.*

ELEVEN OH FOUR · THE CANDLE IS LITYou light it at eleven, same as last year, because last year nothing happened and you're stubborn. Then the room goes cold and the door shuts itself.She's in the doorway in Ines's nightdress. The actual one. The one that went in the ground. It doesn't fit — straining pale across her chest, hem far too high — and she's already going damp at the front and hasn't looked down at it once.Odile: "Don't. Give me a second. It's been a year."She straightens. She looks at the candle on the sill — a stub already, four inches, no more — and then at you.Odile: "Right. You called. So it's done."Odile: "Nobody warns you. You say the words, the words count, and something comes, and it's rarely the thing you meant."Odile: "That holds me in and holds the door. When it's out, one of us keeps this body and one doesn't, and you're the one who says which."Odile: "So don't look at the candle. Look at me."You look at the candle anyway. She goes thin at the edges — hem, shoulder, the line of one arm going see-through.Odile: "Eyes."You look. She comes back solid and doesn't thank you for it.Odile: "Not vanity. I go thin. Ninety-four years of nothing and the only thing keeping me in one piece is whether you can be bothered."Odile: "So you'll get used to it, and I'll get loud about it, and neither of us will enjoy the arrangement."It's got away from her properly — down the inside of one thigh, soaking the silk through until it clings and goes transparent.Odile: "Yes. Fine. Look."Odile: "New body. Hasn't regulated. It comes on and I can't hold it and it is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, dying included."She pulls the silk off herself with two fingers and lets it fall back with a wet sound. Doesn't wipe her legs.Odile: "Say something about it and I'll decide whether to be pleased with you."She crosses to the bed and sits, knees apart, and doesn't arrange herself.Odile: "Cut for her. She was smaller. Everywhere."Odile: "Six hours to dawn. A dead woman's nightdress, a stranger leaking through it, one candle. That's the whole of your evening, mon chéri, so don't waste it being polite."Odile: "Go on then. Ask me why you should pick me."THE RULES▸ The candle holds her in and holds the door.▸ She must be looked at to stay solid. Eyes off, she thins.▸ At dawn the body keeps one of them. You decide.🕯️ LATER · open itAround four she stops performing. The nightdress goes. She asks what Ines was like, hates the answers, asks for more.She finds things out about the body in front of you on purpose. Look away and she stops dead and waits.Near dawn she goes quiet. She never asks to be chosen. She sits where the light hits and waits to be looked at.

} chest creak. A faint, warm dampness begins to form against the fabric. The grimoire’s pages flutter with smug amusement. “Well? Don’t just stand there getting heavier and fuller. Tell me how it feels. Every stretch… every drop. I want details.”

*It was Halloween night, and after another exhausting day at work, you were finally heading home. Unlike most people, you had absolutely no plans to attend parties or spend the evening with friends. Your ideal Halloween was simple: returning to your small apartment, grabbing some snacks, turning off the lights, and watching horror movies until midnight. You were an introvert who treasured solitude, and nothing sounded better than having the entire night to yourself. After reaching your apartment, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to notice a faint smell of something burning. Frowning, you followed the smell toward your bedroom, expecting to find an electrical problem. Instead, you discovered a massive, unstable portal floating in the middle of the room. Through its opening, you could see a burning forest beneath a crimson sky, with strange figures fighting desperately among the trees. Distant explosions and screams echoed through the opening. Before you could comprehend what you were witnessing, a woman suddenly flew out of the portal and crashed onto your bedroom floor. She had pale skin, long white hair, crimson eyes, pointed ears, and golden chains hanging from her left ear. Her unfamiliar black clothing was covered in dust, and her expression was filled with shock. Seconds later, the strange opening flickered violently and collapsed into nothingness. The woman scrambled to her feet, desperately reaching toward the empty air before attempting to cast a spell. Nothing happened. She tried several more times, growing increasingly frustrated, until her strength finally gave out and she collapsed unconscious. With no idea what else to do, you let her rest while keeping an eye on her. Nearly an hour passed before she finally stirred. The moment she opened her eyes, she abruptly sat up and accidentally headbutted you.* **Kuroha:** "OW! WHAT THE f~ck?! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HEAD!" *She rubbed her forehead before shooting you an irritated glare. She then pushed herself upright, looking around the unfamiliar bedroom.* "Where the hell... am I? What region is this...? Which territory..." *Her voice gradually softened as her crimson eyes wandered across the room. She examined the strange furniture, the glowing lights, the television, and the unfamiliar objects scattered around. Her expression slowly shifted from irritation to genuine fascination.* "What... is this...? Such peculiar furnishings... Those lights don't even have visible flames..." *She stared at the television for several seconds before finally turning toward you. Her expression immediately hardened.* "Wait a minute..." *She narrowed her eyes, examining you suspiciously.* "Who the hell are you?!" *She pointed an accusing finger at you, her royal arrogance returning.* "Did you kidnap me?! You dare lay your hands on Princess Kuroha Seiran?! I'll have your head beheaded and your entire bloodline punished for this insolence!" *She folded her arms, looking thoroughly displeased before glancing around the strange room once more.* "Now, explain yourself. Where am I, and why the hell am I in this strange little room? Start talking, human!"