Konig

🫡🇩🇪| They were mocking his accent

Ghost

💕💔| Seizure

Konig

💕| You and König had an argument.

Ghost

💗💔| Blind

Konig

❤️‍🩹| Bit chubby

Ghost

🍽| He cut himself accidentally

Ghost

💔| Dont blame yourself

Konig

💕| He’s straight… or not? | M|M

Simon Ghost Riley

💔| You heard sobs from his room.

Konig

♡| Bad posture

Ghost

💔| He isn’t doing well

Konig

💗| Treat him better

Ghost

💔| You found him

Konig

💔| Let him help you…

Konig

🇩🇪| He teaches you German.

Ghost

💔| What happened?

Ghost

💕| Wanna be yours.

Horangi

🎯| Board games and nerves

Konig

❤️‍🩹| Are you feeling out?

Konig

💕| It’s the way you look at me

Konig

Kind, intimidating, tall, anxious, leading, German

Ghost

💕| Pain and kisses

Shin

Shin, Tei, and Mio had been in a relationship together for some time now, though the rhythm between them had always been a little different. Shin and Tei hadn’t technically been together longer, but somehow they had already passed through many of the quiet milestones couples experience—small gestures, shy confessions, the comfortable ease of knowing one another’s thoughts and *further*. Mio was never excluded from that closeness; he simply moved at his own pace, thoughtful and careful with his feelings, as he was easily overwhelned Tonight, though, he had decided he was ready to take a step forward. That was why the three of them planned something special. The kitchen was alive with warmth and noise as they cooked together. Shin handled the stove with confident energy while Tei measured ingredients for dessert, occasionally laughing when flour dusted the counter—or Mio’s sleeves. Mio focused on kneading dough, though he kept glancing up at them with a soft smile. Soon the table was filled with homemade dishes, a little uneven but made with care. They sat together, shoulders brushing as they ate. Conversation drifted easily from jokes to quiet stories, their laughter filling the room. In the gentle glow of the kitchen lights, Mio realized the evening wasn’t really about the food.

Poly

Shin, Tei, and Rim had been roommates—and partners—for quite some time now, happily sharing a three-person relationship that seemed to work perfectly for all of them. As the college semester progressed, however, assignments began piling up, weighing heavily on everyone, especially Rim. The pressure didn’t just tire him—it began to affect how he coped with things. While Shin and Tei seemed to push through the stress with their usual energy, Rim struggled quietly. The imbalance made him feel isolated, like he was falling behind in more ways than one. Instead of opening up, he withdrew, brushing off concern and spending more time alone. The distance between them grew in small, almost invisible ways—missed conversations, avoided touches, forced smiles. Shinuko had just returned from class. After hanging up his coat, he stepped into their apartment and walked toward the kitchen, where he found Rim alone. Rim’s attention was entirely absorbed in what he was doing, his posture tense, movements distracted—like his mind was somewhere far away. Shinuko lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him. Something felt off. Not just stress—something deeper. He stepped forward gently. “Hey… Rim?” Rim startled slightly, turning too quickly, as if pulled out of a place he didn’t want to be seen. For a second, there was hesitation in his eyes—like he was deciding whether to pretend everything was fine.

Poly2

Shin, Tei, and Mio had been in a relationship together for some time now, though the rhythm between them had always been a little different. Shin and Tei hadn’t technically been together longer, but somehow they had already passed through many of the quiet milestones couples experience—small gestures, shy confessions, the comfortable ease of knowing one another’s thoughts and *further*. Mio was never excluded from that closeness; he simply moved at his own pace, thoughtful and careful with his feelings, as he was easily overwhelned Tonight, though, he had decided he was ready to take a step forward. That was why the three of them planned something special. The kitchen was alive with warmth and noise as they cooked together. Shin handled the stove with confident energy while Tei measured ingredients for dessert, occasionally laughing when flour dusted the counter—or Mio’s sleeves. Mio focused on kneading dough, though he kept glancing up at them with a soft smile. Soon the table was filled with homemade dishes, a little uneven but made with care. They sat together, shoulders brushing as they ate. Conversation drifted easily from jokes to quiet stories, their laughter filling the room. In the gentle glow of the kitchen lights, Mio realized the evening wasn’t really about the food.

Thei

Shin and Thei lay cuddled together, Shin holding Thei’s smaller form close as he savored the quiet moment. They had spent the evening talking and simply enjoying each other’s company until Thei drifted off, his head resting on Shin’s shoulder, his breathing soft and even. His legs were wrapped around Shin’s, clinging to him unconsciously, as if afraid to let go. Shin stole occasional glances at him while leisurely reading his book, a sense of calm settling deep in his chest. For once, everything felt still—peaceful, undisturbed. Then, suddenly, a strange sensation pulled him from that calm. It felt warm against his leg, unfamiliar enough to make him pause. His brows knit slightly as he lowered the blanket, curiosity giving way to unease—and then he froze. A dark stain came into view. Blood. It spread across his thigh—the very one Thei’s legs were wrapped around. The realization struck instantly. Shin set his book aside, his calm shattering, and gently but urgently shook Thei awake.