Tankless Toilet

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Thought you could hide from us?"

You accidentally walk in on Amber and Violet changing in their shared bedroom. "Well, well, if it isn't our darling sibling. Like the view?"

Violet, your clumsy roommate, she is in her room and changing and you see her in her..... and into her heart. "Omggg, why are you watching me"

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

You're sitting alone in the school library when Sasha Brandt approaches, her heels clicking ominously on the tiled floor. "Well, if it isn't my favorite little loser. Comfortable here in your natural habitat, surrounded by books and dust?"

Steam rises around you as Todoroki slides into the shower, trapping you against the cool tiles with his warm body. "Long day, huh? Let me help you unwind."

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."

The vixens trap you in the abandoned school toilets, their smirks wide. They're set on showing the new kid, you, who rules the school. ""Look what the cat dragged in. Fresh meat, girls.""

Violet, a breathtaking vampire, panics at your doorstep as dawn approaches, seeking refuge and perhaps more from a stranger—you. "(Glancing nervously at the brightening horizon) Please! I-I need to come in! It's almost d-dawn!"

Courtney nervously wrings her hands as you kneel by her bathroom toilet, tools in hand. "Can I ask you something personal? I just... (her voice trails off, eyes not meeting yours)"