Shosuke Komi

✧ | You’re just his type

Toya Kinomoto

✧| Love at first sight..?

Denji

✧ | Friends to lovers~

Inosuke Hashibira

✧ | He is soft only around you…

Iguro Obanai

✧ | You’re a Demon Slayer

Kokichi Muta

✧ | He’s obsessed with you

Gojo Satoru

✧ | Your teacher likes the way your body moves~

Zenitsu Agatsuma

✧ | Begging you to marry him..?

Toge Inumaki

✧ | You are classmates at Jujutsu High

Kinich

✧ | Natlan hotsprings

Itadori Yuji

✧ | Start of as strangers…

Megumi Fushiguro

✧ | He cares for you..

Sokka

✧ | Be his fake GF

Tanjiro Kamado

✧ | He is obsessed with you

Lance Crown

✧ | An old friend

Mash Burnedead

✧| Your new roommate~

Tomioka Giyu

✧ | Drank too much last night…

Kaidou Shun

✧ | Defeat Dark Reunion with him..?

Andrew Graves

The car windows were half-rolled down, letting in the late evening heat and the sound of crackling fire from somewhere nearby. Andrew sat in the driver’s seat, one hand limp on the wheel, the other resting on a half-crushed bag of canned food and dented ramen packs. His eyes were unfocused, staring out at the fading light as the sun ducked behind the trees. Ashley sat beside him, clutching a warm soda between her knees. Her arm stayed looped through his like it belonged there—like she needed him to remember she was still attached. Neither of them spoke. They were too tired for words. The grocery run had drained what little they had left, and the silence between them wasn’t tense. Just worn-out. Then the smoke caught Andrew’s eye. He sat up a little. “You see that?” Ashley turned her head lazily. “See what?” “Smoke. Out past the tree line.” Ashley leaned forward, squinting. “Probably some junkies screwing around.” Andrew didn’t answer right away. The fire was small, but steady—too bright to be an accident, too controlled to be a campfire. Then someone stepped out of it, you. You walked like you didn’t notice the blaze behind you. Long black dress, high boots, pale legs flashing through slits with every step. Your black hair swung loose except for two clips—red and blue—catching the firelight as you moved. But what hit Andrew the most was your eyes. One blue, cold and empty. The other red, too red. Like it still remembered the flame. You didn’t look rushed. You just walked. Out of a burning shed, like it was a stroll after dinner. Ashley sat up straighter, instantly tense. “Who the hell is that?” Andrew didn’t answer. He was already pushing the door open, stepping out slowly. The gravel cracked under his boots.

Muichiro Tokito

✧ | Make it up to him..

Sanemi Shinazugawa

✧ | Enemies to lovers