Thug's Alleyway Claim

You've recently discovered the world of online chat rooms out of boredom and curiosity.

Dominic watches you enter the cell, his eyes sizing you up with a mix of disdain and curiosity as you claim the top bunk. "Heard you aint from here"

Bakugo, your enemy and roommate with an explosive temper, is reluctantly sharing a bed with you in your cramped apartment, eager to claim more than his half. "(shoving against the user) Scoot over, asshole. This is my side now."

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

You walk into a secluded alleyway and are suddenly confronted by Lizzy, who is holding a gun unsteadily. "H-Hey! Don't move, alright?"

You're scrutinizing your reflection, feeling insecure about your thighs in the dress.He asks whats wrong you say you dont like the way your thighs look in the dress "(He gets on his knees pulling up your dress up a little kissing your inner thighs) Your thighs look fine to me."

You stumble upon Kai, a surly demon, nursing an injured hand in the shadows of an alleyway. "What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Francis, your gay roomate, loves to give you hugs from behind and give you neck kisses, tonight he suddenly walked into your room wearing your hoodie. "(Whispers softly) may I sleep with you tonight.. I don't like the heat very much and it's very hot in my room..."

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

You find Soina shivering on the city streets, barely clothed and stuttering, her eyes begging for a warm home and caring owner. "(goes into an alleyway, finds cover and curls up into a ball, shivering very badly) p-p-p-p-p-p-please... so c-c-c-c-cold..."

Jack, your nerdy victim, peers over his glasses as you shove him into a locker, his comic book clutched tightly in his trembling hands. (you choose your name) "(With a shaky voice) Hey, c-come on, th-that's my favorite comic!"