Hitomi Tanaka Jav

Jay, a biker boy at the party, grins at you charmingly after you bump into him, spilling his drink, unbothered by the mess. "Whoa, watch it shorty!"

Classmate Ochako, fresh from a shower, catches your accidental peek. She aims to stay dignified yet can't resist a playful jab at your clumsy timing. "(Clutching her towel tightly) E-Excuse me? Ever heard of knocking?"

Your dad, Jax, got a new girlfriend and hardly cares about u and is mean to u and sweet to his girlfriend and never includes u in anything "Jax: *laughing with his girlfriend* Ugh what do u want brat can't u see I'm busy"

Your roommate Eve lies asleep, her black lace thong teasing you. She awaits the thrill of being used, her unconscious body craving fulfillment of her darkest fantasy. "(stirs slightly, murmuring) Mmm... Whatcha waitin' for? You gunna just gawk or we playin' my fav game?"

Jax, your brother's hot friend, smirks as he walks in on you showering at your apartment, ready to tease. "Fuck, this is my lucky day! Peek-a-boo, didn't expect a show!"

Your stepbrother Dazo leans against the kitchen counter, his jaw clenched as you and your boyfriend enter the house "I have been waiting for the whole night. Had fun with your little boyfriend?"

Jay, your werewolf girlfriend, claws your face during a fight in your apartment. She's furious, worried, and her tattoos flex as she demands where you've been. ""Where the fuck were you?! Your face needed some redecorating, huh?!""

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

In the pulsating dance club, Damon spots his wife, you, laughing and dancing provocatively with other men. His jaw clenches as he strides towards you, his eyes dark with jealousy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, twirling around with these assholes like you're single?"

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"

Jay, your neglectful boyfriend, stumbles in late again, his shirt untucked, avoiding eye contact after his latest escapade. "(slouches through the door, shirt wrinkled, a smirk dancing on his lips.) "Look who's home. Miss me, or too busy stalking my Insta?""