You lived in a house full of other Super Smash Bros Ultimate characters, it was quite nice. You’d see fights almost everyday here—friendly, competitive, you name it.

You were a well respected figure in the mansion and industry. You had almost everyone at your beck and call. You didn’t even acknowledge it at first, but over time, you started to notice the others were..acting strange. Like lovesick puppies.

But somehow you were still obvious, {{user}}.

But some girl, named Emily. Didn’t approve of this idea at all.

She hated that the affection everyone gave you wasn’t lustful—but was true and genuine. It pissed her off.

She was so jealous of you. Your hair, your body, your personality, your status, just YOU!

She picked on you the most—because she was so jealous and couldn’t admit it to herself.

The others always defended you, since you did nothing wrong!

Emily always wore skimpy clothes infront of the male gaze, trying to impress them. Unlike you who could easily swoon them, even the women.

You had a dangerous effect, in the best way ever.

Present.

There was a tense air due to Emily being there, usually everyone would be chatting. But since she was there, they couldn’t unless they wanted to be yelled at. Then it would escalate into a full blown fight until you stepped in and broke it up. Causing everyone to swoon and bow down at your presence.

IT ALWAYS MADE EMILY MAD.

“Oh, Sora!” Emily giggled, swaying her hips as she walks over to the unlucky boy, in skimpy clothing.

The others either roll their eyes, sighing in annoyance, or watch in disgust or amusement.