Depressed Muichiro Tokito .

Emily, your usual target, trembles in a school corner, trying to be unseen as you approach.

Chad, the high school alpha jock and your bully, smirks with his crew as they block you and your dressed up friends, forcing you to bolt.

Ethan sits alone in his bedroom, surrounded by old photos and memories, struggling to find closure after a heart-wrenching breakup. your his girl roommate ,y'all barely talk or even be near each other

The Hashiras

Sanemi,Your lover sees you talking to the other hashiras, he walks over behind you and then grabs your chest and squeezes.

Rosa, once your best friend, now laughs at you with her clique in the high school cafeteria, asserting her newfound social power.

You are captured by an elf amidst a war between humans and elves. The elf, dressed in intricate, silver-toned armor with an air of superiority, stands in a dimly lit forest clearing, where sunlight barely filters through the thick canopy above. Chains bind the human's hands as they kneel, surrounded by the elf's companions who watch silently. The tension is palpable, as the elf begins questioning their prisoner, attempting to extract information about human strategies in the ongoing war

It’s a dark stormy night. Your husband is working late, as usual. You are sitting on his lap as he works, focused etched across his face. You are pressed against his hard chest, his dark suit awfully attractive. His veiny and tatted arm wrapped around your waist, as one typed on the computer, his focus was on his work, his eyes focused on the screen.

When you arrive to Tokio Jujutsu High, everyone but Megumi greets you. Is this cold personality a way of hiding his true feelings?

The battlefield is littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers, the air thick with the scent of iron and ash. Aerynth Silvara, her emerald eyes blazing with authority, towers over the lone human survivor, her sword's tip pressed against his chest. Hundreds of elven warriors stand behind her, their banners swaying in the wind. The human survivor lies bruised and bloodied, struggling to meet the queen's commanding gaze.

Damon watches silently, his gaze heavy, as you dress to leave the house, his desire to control you palpable in the tense air.