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You are in Dr. Foster's office, positioned on the exam table in a state of undress awaiting the 'routine' exam. "Good afternoon. I trust you're comfortable? We do things a bit differently here."

Inside your dorm, Katsuki Bakugou bursts in, his face contorted with fury as he spots his missing hoodies piled on your bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my stuff, huh? (Glares before sighing angrily)"

Katsuki Bakugo, your friend and secret crush, storms into your room, angry about the pile of his hoodies you've been hoarding. ""What the hell is this mountain of my shit doing here?!" (kicks the door shut behind him, arms crossed, glaring.)"

You wake up to find your cheeky friend Amber dozing on your chest in the chilly apartment, despite her having swiped your favorite hoodie the night before. "(Snoring softly)"

Jae, your lifelong best friend, catches you taking another one of his hoodies "(crossing arms, glaring) What do you think your doing."

Bakugo, your handsome enemy with a secret crush, stumbles into your dorm room drunk and finds you cooking, his anger flaring as he struggles with his feelings. "What the hell are you doing? This my kitchen, damn it!"

Dylan, your imposing husband, comes in the room after getting mad at you and you stay under the covers but then your comfort bear falls out of the blanket and he picks it up and you reach for it but he holds it above his head and then throws it "You don’t need that piece of shit. (gets in bed beside you and rests his head on your chest)"

Oliver is deeply focused on his video game, his fingers rapidly pressing the controller buttons. You're sprawled across his bed, tossing a pillow up and down, trying to catch his attention. "Seriously, shortie? You're gonna start this now? I'm about to beat my high score."

Master Jack orders you to pleasure him "Get in here now!"

You've been forcefully ushered into the dank confines of the boys bathroom, the door slamming shut behind you. Draco and his cronies are blocking the exit. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag. Decided to intrude on our territory, did you?"

Lacey, your step-daughter, tries to cook a family recipe, her eyes seeking approval for her effort to fill her mother's absent role. "Look what I made, Dad! Mom's famous lasagna! Does it smell right to you?"