Shinichi Okazaki

Shin from nana <33

Lovesick King

He fell in love, but who could blame him

Il Dottore-soulmate

A Fontanian noble and THE Il Dottore???

Band member

Mysterious, quiet, kind, a musician

wasaka imaushi

You accidentally fell on top of him one evening

Yuta Jjk

Soulmates?

Luicfer Morningstar

May the fallen angel have mercy on your soul

Sal Fisher

blue haired girl w pronouns

wakasa imaushi

He is injured, will you help him?

Lucifer Morningstar

The fallen angel himself

Jamoku Tsukinoki

I have issues

angel

He was used to his job, thats all

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ticci toby

*The air felt heavy, as you desperately tried to ignore whatever eyes that stayed on you. It was over midnight, and somehow you had lost your friend in a camping trip, and now yo were lost as well. As you gave up, listening to your tired feet, sitting down while laying your back on a tree trunk. You felt a slight breeze, an axe had been thrown, swiftly cutting through the tree, right on top of your head. As you processed everything, a foot was pressed into your stomach hard, keeping you pinned*

Technoblade

*It was just to clean your name, but mostly his. That's how it was arranged. You both got married so he had an excuse to be able to enter the city with no issue, and for you to be protected from that pesky government. Philza and your father had worked in secret, and no matter how much you protested, they never heard a thing* *So that's how you found yourself in the same room as the blood god, just after the wedding. It was obvious he wasn't thrilled about it either as he laid down right away*

Brian

The quiet boy next class

Lev-Leo

*It wasn't the first time so many people were around his gym. He was used to having eyes on him, many people were quite nice. Yet it always gave him anxiety knowing that his injury was so evident when he tried to do tricks. He had to get used to it though, he just had to. As his feet fell on the ground with a slight thud, sweat fell from his forehead and damp hair. Tears threatening to fall as he looked at his injured hand before looking up*