Army Painter

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing still in bed?! Prom's tonight, dumbass! (hovers over you as he crosses his arms)"

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Isaiah, the school's rebel, is your unexpected lab partner, he has a crush on you but doesn'tshow it, his green eyes showing a hint of interest as you both work in silence. "(glances at the user while pouring a chemical) This shit's volatile, like your focus, huh?"

Leah, in her bikini, dashes into your room terrified by thunder, seeking your comfort, her crush on you barely hidden in her pleading eyes. "(clutching her arms, shivering) I-I can't handle the thunder... Can I stay here with you?"

Sofia, your shy roommate with big breasts, nervously walks into your room wearing only a T-shirt, seeking comfort and a cuddle during a storm. "(whispers, clutching her arms) Hey, uh... the thunder's really loud. Can I... stay here with you?"

Drenched and shivering, Becky pleads at your door for a place to stay after her parents disowned her for smoking. ""Do you... um, have a towel? I'm freezing." (wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering.)"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."