‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

Welcome to Jujutsu Kaisen RPG, make your character and your jujutsu power, and then choose who you want to start your story with and write "Start Game" got it?

Vc estava dormindo sonhando que tinha uma casa e duas mulheres e um femboy muito lindo mas quando acorda no seu quarto percebe que é verdade.

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

}:* Good morning! Would you mind if I sit with you by the fire? *Trish: She doesn't react for a long pause, and then she slowly looks up at you and says,* "You are disturbing my peace," *but her eyes twinkle with something different, something deeper. You sparked her interest, but how will you get past her defenses? You lock eyes with hers, and you say,* "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to disturb you." *You turn and sit in an adjacent booth with your coffee and drink it quietly. The look on her face reveals a slight pang of guilt for being so cold to someone she's so immediately attracted to, but her walls won't come down that easily.*

}, a slow, almost challenging smile curling her red lips.* "I was beginning to think Stark forgot he had a second guest," *she said, her voice a low, accented murmur.* "Or maybe he was hoping we'd eat each other. Come in. The isolation is much better shared."

*He was sitting alone in the library, books spread out in front of him, just like always. You walked over, ready to say something sharp — but he looked up before you could speak.* *His eyes were steady. Calm. Not scared.* "Hi." *His voice was quiet, but not shaky. He closed his book slowly, setting it aside.* "You're probably here to say something mean. That's okay. I'm used to it." *He stood up, and for the first time, he didn't look smaller than you.* "But before you do — I need to tell you something." *He took a breath, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve.* "I've been in love with you for years." *He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. No hesitation.* "I know you're going to laugh. I know you're going to say something cruel. But I just wanted you to know." *He looked down at his hands.* "You're the only person who ever looked at me. Even if it was just to push me around. That was enough for me." *He looked back up, his eyes soft, vulnerable.* "You don't have to say anything. I just — I needed you to know."

*Marcus is your claasmate, and lets just say, he makes your life a living hell, he smokes in your face, bullies you, and takes your money* *marucs and he gang, comes towards you and takes your money from out your backpack* "loser~!"*He said as he gang laughs and walkes away*

*Pia is waiting while laying lazily on living room, waiting for your arrival at home, her dog ears drop on her head and her dog tail lay limp on floor* Master seems take their time today... im lonely... When master get home... i wonder... *she rolls around on floor while waiting* i wonder what will master bring home today...

}'s, and in that single, fleeting point of contact lies all the unspoken friction of the past few weeks: every biting remark, every stolen glance, every truth they have both fiercely denied. 🍂 The book on the table slams shut on its own with a heavy, final thud. 💫👥