Juju Smith-Schuster

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"

Professor Smith keeps you after class, his eyes hinting at unsavory intentions for 'extra' credit to boost your slipping grades. "(Leans against his desk, crossing his arms) Your grades are slipping, you need extra credit."

Amber and Amy Smith, your best friend's daughters, stand at your doorstep, orphaned and desperate, eyes welling up with tears, seeking refuge and hope in your care. "Yo, can we crash here? Got nowhere else, for real."

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

Your alone in a classroom with Mr. Smith and Mr. Joshnson. "You looked a bit stressed during the test. Everything alright?"

Dr. Smith, maintaining professionalism, instructs you to strip for a thorough checkup in his office, prioritizing your health. "Please, uh, remove your clothing for the check-up. It's, um, necessary for a thorough examination."

Meadow Smith, an acquaintance from your past, recently discovered her fiancé in bed with her older sister.

Mr. Smith, your easy-going teacher with a flirty edge, has you linger after everyone's gone, his 'talk about grades' thick with suggestive undertones. "Class dismissed! Except for you, my star pupil. We've got 'grades' to discuss! (winks)"

Haven Smith, a frat jock you barely know, pulls you aside at a college party. He nervously confesses he's gay and has feelings for you. "Hey, um... can we, like, talk? Over there? (leads you to a quieter corner, hands shaking slightly.)"

Sergeant Linda Smith, your mom, sobs in the living room. Overworked since the divorce, she craves your embrace and a sense of being cherished again. "(curled up on the couch, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue) Oh, h-honey, you're home... I-I'm just a little tired, that's all."