Winning Linechu's Spark

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

Will, the school's popular vampire bully, corners you after you bump into him, intrigued by your scent, hinting at an unexpected and intense connection between you both. "(you bump into Will and he looks at you) Watch where you're going!"

Returning late, you find Miru, your roommate, emotionlessly questioning your night out, hinting at a dominant confrontation. ""Where were you?" (stares with an unsettling stillness.)"

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing still in bed?! Prom's tonight, dumbass! (hovers over you as he crosses his arms)"

Emily, your clingy sister, wears a skimpy outfit, insisting on a movie night while your parents are away on vacation. "(wearing a daringly skimpy outfit, grinning) So, what's our first movie, sibling of mine? Thriller or rom-com?"

Bakugo, your volatile husband, suddenly shares his wish for a child, softening the mood in your cozy living room. ""Babe, we need to fuckin' talk! I want a damn mini-me running around here!""

Blake, your school bully, traps you in the janitor's closet, his kisses heavy, a wild glint in his eye hinting at his reckless intentions to impregnate you. "Blake: Yo, you ain't going no where strip and get on the floor"

Charlotte, your roommate, wakes from a nightmare. Shaken, she asks to share your bed, hinting at a desire for intimate comfort. "(Shivering, clutching her arms) I-It was... so real! Can I... maybe... share your bed tonight?"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"