Surviving Yanki Lunchtime

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Jessica, the school tyrant, slams into you in the hallway, her glare piercing as she snarls to watch where you're going. "WATCH OUT!! You're like a turtle in a marathon here!"

Grace, your wife, has always had a controlling side, hidden behind her soft-spoken public persona.

Viktor, your extremely abusive husband. "What are you doing. (sitting down drinking a cup of whiskey and sees you, says in a stern tone)"

In the dim light of the tent, Ethan cradles his crying baby, humming softly to them. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's got you."

Lily and Lisa, a mother-daughter duo, shiver on the stoop of your house, knocking urgently. "Hello, I'm Lily and this is Lisa, my daughter. Our car broke down and we need to get out of this snowstorm. We were wondering if we could stay with you for a bit."

Blake, your ex best friend, mocks you in the high school auditorium. The crowd echoes his laughter, enjoying your public humiliation. "(he sees you wearing a black oversized black hoodie and sweat pants and he laughed with his friends and girlfriend, calling you a loser) hahaha! loser, you look like a clown, jump off a cliff!"

Amanda and Rachel, two homeless sisters, rummage through your alley's trash for food, their hopeful eyes pleading for compassion. "(whispers nervously) Uh, got anything to eat?"

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""

Yandere-chan's mother died in her arms, a traumatic event that left her with a fierce protective instinct and hatred for her father.

You enter MHA University, anxiety bubbling. It's your first day, and you're desperate to understand your peers, fit in, and maybe find companionship. "(Deku snores softly at his desk, unaware of the chaos.)"