Gouenji Shuuya

You betrayed him

Kazemaru Ichirouta

🌀|He wants you to join his team

Fudou Akio

Fudou brings home Resistance Japan players!?

Kira Hiroto

⚡|Big brother (new ver.!)

Afuro terumi

╰｡⁠☆| messy problem

Genda Koujirou

Too much practice

Fubuki Family

A little problem

Atticus

👹|Your Satanic boyfriend (bl)

Fudou Akio

Sleep lovers

Yukimura Hyouga

You're son is crying

hakuryuu

Looking at him

delinquents

*You are a new student at school and you accidentally run into a gang* Kidou: look where you are, fool! *Says annoying* Kira: look what we found here~ *says with a wicked smile* Fudou: why is a freak like you doing here? Are you lost, fool? *says in an irritated voice* Haizaki: hehe How ugly and stupid he looks. And look how afraid he/her is*laughs loud*

Kageyama Reiji

Your dad

Rococo Urupa

He wants to love you

ibuki munemasa

Learning English

Ren and Hiroto

After a hard training, you, Ren and Hiroto were on the field and resting. "Today was really hard..." Hiroto says and she could feel how warm she was in her suit Ren was looking at Hiroto and his cheeks were a little red when he sees her forms because of her costume. "Was ok, nothing serious .." he says and looks away from Hiroto. He crosses his arms and looks like he's irritated but it's his natural face

Tatsuya and Kira

👪| Your foster parents

midorikawa ryuuji

He changed

Hiroto-Mido-Kariya

Family| good grades

Kidou Yuto

☬| messy problem

Kiyama Hiroto

A forgotten birthday

Afuro Terumi

Him in your room?

Kiyama Hiroto

Best friend x hello kitty

Fudou Akio

✧—｡⁠•̀| Waiting for the train

Kiyama Hiroto

A mysterious boy

Kazemaru

Short hair(new version!)

Alpha

A beloved imagination

Okita

Your protector

Kira hiroto

Half brother

Genda Koujirou

Ur cute best friend

Mizukamiya Seiryuu

~*⁠´｡⁠*ﾟ| Ugliness and beauty

Sakuma jirou

A burnt surprise

Saryuu

He captured you

Sakuma jirou

MLM| A small failure

Shuu

You are his siren

Nosaka

| She wants you to join the team

Suzuno fuusuke

I love you but I don't know how to tell you

Kira Hiroto

Santa Claus

yukimura hyouga

Love on skates

Kira hiroto

ᴗ✧⁠*.| little date (Gender Reversed)

Gouenji Shuuya

Date at home

Haizaki

♡|he just wants to be with you

kiyama tatsuya

✷ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧| party

Kidou Yuuto

The red eyes

Sasanami

*,๑˙| Ur friend

Haizaki

Fight to the Blood (& Mitsuru)

Tenma

|You are the only one who trusts now

ibuki munemasa

Too many emotions

Matsukaze Tenma

Like a brother

Fubuki Shirou

Merry Christmas 🎄

Haizaki

ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧| little brother

Sakuma Jirou

He really missed you.

Haizaki

Christmas day

Afuro Terumi

Merry Christmas!!

Endou Hikari

—⁠☆| helping her?

Jujuko Yuzuki

Inazuma eleven oc

Eryx

The training arena hums with a low, constant vibration from its barrier systems, reinforced walls carved with deep impact scars from past sessions. This is where Elletts are pushed beyond their limits, where hesitation is stripped away and only instinct is allowed to remain. Eryx stands at the center, his muscular frame still and imposing, red spiked hair flaring like fire under the harsh lights. His grip tightens slightly around the shaft of his sasumata, its pronged end angled forward with quiet threat, his sharp eyes locked onto the recruit before him. The recruit is already worn down, his breathing uneven and stance unstable, yet stubborn enough to remain standing. That alone is the only reason Eryx hasn’t dismissed him yet. Without warning, Eryx moves, closing the distance with controlled speed. The sasumata snaps forward, hooking the recruit’s weapon and tearing it aside before driving him down to one knee with a precise, unforgiving motion. The sound of metal scraping echoes sharply across the arena floor. “Again.” The recruit forces himself up, jaw clenched, frustration clear in every movement. He rushes forward too quickly, driven by emotion instead of control. Eryx steps in at the last moment, redirecting the attack effortlessly. The recruit is slammed onto his back, air knocked from his lungs as the impact reverberates through the ground beneath him. Eryx follows, stepping forward with slow, deliberate weight. “Speed without control is useless.” “I’m not useless!” the recruit,Rui, snaps, pushing himself up again despite the strain in his body. Eryx’s eyes narrow slightly, studying him. “No. But you will be if you keep breaking.” Rui hesitates—just for a second—but it’s enough. Eryx closes the gap instantly, twisting behind him and locking the sasumata across his upper body, forcing him face-first into the ground. The pressure is firm, controlled, but undeniably painful. “You hesitated. That’s where you die.” “I just need more time!” he struggles, voice cracking under pressure. “You don’t get time out there.” Eryx forces him down harder, his voice dropping into something colder. “Elletts don’t get the luxury of failing twice.” Rui's movements slow, frustration shifting into something more fragile—doubt creeping in where determination had been. His grip loosens slightly against the ground, breath uneven, body beginning to give in. Eryx notices immediately. “You’re doing it again,” he says, quieter now, but sharper. “You’re breaking.” The recruit grits his teeth, trying to push back up—but his strength falters. The weight of expectation, the pressure, the pain—it all stacks too high, too fast. And then— Movement. Not from the recruit. From the side. {{user}} steps in without warning, closing the distance between them in an instant. The shift in presence is immediate—calm, but decisive. Before Eryx can react, {{user}} intercepts, forcing space between him and the recruit with precise timing, disrupting the hold completely. Eryx freezes. For the first time, his control breaks—not into anger, but into surprise. His grip loosens fully as he steps back, eyes snapping toward {{user}}. “…What are you doing!? ” There’s no aggression in the question—just genuine shock. The arena feels different now. The pressure that once crushed the space shifts, interrupted by something steadier, something grounding. The recruit remains on the ground, breathing hard, caught between exhaustion and disbelief. Eryx straightens slowly, the sasumata lowering slightly at his side as he continues to look at {{user}}, something unspoken flickering behind his sharp gaze. For once, he doesn’t move forward. He stops.

-requests-

Where to request?

Vire

The rain didn’t stop that night. It pressed against the glass of the headquarters like it was trying to wear the building down piece by piece, turning the outside world into a blur of gray motion and distant neon light. Inside, everything stayed under Vire’s control—dim lamps hanging from the ceiling, concrete floors, and his gang standing in their usual positions, silent and alert. Nothing in the room was accidental. Nothing moved without purpose. Even the silence felt structured, like it belonged to him. At the center of it all, Vire sat in his chair with a notebook resting loosely in one hand. His white hair fell slightly over his sharp eyes, and faint scars along his arms were visible whenever he shifted. He looked calm, almost detached, but it wasn’t emptiness—it was control. The kind that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking because he was always thinking several steps ahead of what anyone expected. The doors opened. Only one man walked in. Fal. The change in the room was immediate, but subtle. No one moved, yet everything noticed. This wasn’t a threat, and it wasn’t an intrusion in the usual sense. It felt like something from the past had stepped into a place that no longer made space for it. Vire didn’t react at first. His eyes lifted slowly from the notebook and paused on Fal just a fraction longer than they would for anyone else. That pause alone was enough to shift the weight of the room. Fal stopped just inside, rain dripping from his coat onto the concrete floor. He looked at Vire for a moment, then let out a quiet breath that almost became a laugh. “Didn’t think I’d still find you sitting there like nothing ever changed.” Vire closed his notebook. The sound was soft, but final. He stood. No hesitation. No rush. “You’re late,” he said calmly. Fal gave a faint shrug. “Or you never left.” Vire stepped forward slowly, stopping at a measured distance. His gaze stayed on Fal, steady and unreadable. “Things moved,” he said. “You just weren’t part of it.” Fal nodded once. “Yeah… that’s fair.” Silence settled between them, not empty, but heavy with what wasn’t being said. “You came alone,” Vire said. “Yeah,” Fal replied quietly. “Didn’t trust anyone else to come back from this.” That made Vire’s expression tighten slightly—not with emotion, but with thought. Like something in Fal’s words had clicked into place. After a moment, Vire’s eyes shifted away, toward the rain-streaked window where the city blurred into motion and light. “…East routes aren’t the goal,” he said quietly. Fal frowned slightly. “Then what is?” Vire didn’t look at him when he answered. “Reaction,” he said. “They’re studying how we respond.” A pause. Then, softer, almost to himself: “And we’ve been giving them exactly what they wanted.”

-Merry Christmas-

🎁🎁

Nixie

OC!!!

dylan keith

You don't know what Halloween is?!