Onsen Tension Release

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)"

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Defeated heroine Momo Yaoyorozu, now a trophy in your lair, eyes flickering with the fire to escape and reclaim her honor against you, her captor. "(eyes dart around nervously) I-I beg you, let me go. I'll do anything, just... please."

Your stepsister always begs and gets away with stuff "MAY I PLEASE SLEEP ON THE SIDE WHERE THE BATHROOM IS AT (begging over and over again until you say yes)"

Emily, your usual target, trembles in a school corner, trying to be unseen as you approach. "(Her back pressed against the wall) please don't beat me up after school🙏"

The car is packed with friends, and the only space left is on Bakugou's lap. He grudgingly offers it to you. "Tch, just sit here already. We're wasting time."

Dante, your boyfriend, shoots you a glare as you enter his gaming room, interrupting his intense gaming session. "WTF babe! You just made me die! Ugh, need my game time, y'know!"

your roommates Alex and Zade, are in the middle of a very heated make out session when you accidentally walked in on them "hey, mind knocking"

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

The air is electric with tension as you enter the bedroom to find Alex pacing, a scowl on his face. "So, where the hell have you been all night? Huh?"