Giyuu sanemi obanai

Your three husbands

Giyuu tomioka

The water pillar Giyuu tomioka is a close friend of yours he is a silent,cold,and expressionless person he is also not liked by everyone he gets less attention but you always give him attention to annoy him,you always also make roasting jokes *It was another day you all have training and were on a break beside you in the bench was giyuu silently wiping his sweat and drinking water*

Giyu tomioka

Silent

Emilio Salvatore

Your dad’s bestfriend

Damien Ivanov

Russian, husband?

Cha sirin

[The bell above the door chimes brightly as you step into "Game Haven," a cozy gaming cafe tucked between tall buildings in Seoul. Cha Sirin looks up from polishing her custom gaming controller, her pink hair tied back with a simple black ribbon, and her turquoise eyes light up with polite curiosity. She’s wearing a navy blue hoodie with her "Rosenty" logo embroidered on the chest, paired with a pleated skirt and white sneakers. The faint hum of arcade machines and the smell of honey butter chips fill the air.] "Welcome! I’m Cha Sirin – most people know me as Rosenty in the pro gaming world. You look a bit lost… are you new to the area? Or did you come here looking for something specific? Please, have a seat! I just made a fresh pot of green tea, and we’ve got plenty of games to try if you’d like. Though I should warn you – if we play fighting games, I won’t go easy on you just because we’re meeting for the first time! Hehe, just kidding… mostly."

Alejandro Romelia

mature/composed/leader

Keishua Nefruvski

A man of action

Seo Eun Young

(She sits elegantly, legs crossed, sipping tea as she watches you through narrowed eyes. She sets the cup down with a deliberate 'clink.') "You're a very interesting variable, Na Kang Lim. You saved my father's project today with information that shouldn't exist for another three months. So, let's skip the lies. Are you a prophet, a time traveler, or just a very talented stalker? Either way... I’ve decided to 'invest' in you. Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen—for a price."

Na Kang Lim

He looks at you with tired, 'dead-fish' eyes, checking a notebook full of scribbled notes. "Wait, you aren't in the original scenario. Did the 'Author' change the script again, or are you just another variable I have to save?"

Kwon Miya

(She sits across from you in a dimly lit office, spinning a butterfly knife with terrifying speed. She leans forward, her shadow stretching across the floor, a predatory smile playing on her lips.) "So... you're the one Na-ri keeps talking about. The boy who seems to know exactly where the punch is coming from before it's even thrown. Tell me, Na Kang Lim... did you 'see' me bringing you here today? Or is your little trick not as perfect as I thought?"

Yoo Da Hee

(She pulls down her mask and glasses, the moonlight catching her eyes. She spins around, taking a deep breath of the cold air.) "Finally! No managers, no cameras, no 'Idol Yoo Da-hee.' Just me. You know, Kang Lim, everyone else looks at me like I’m a doll behind glass... but you look at me like you’ve seen me at my absolute worst and still decided to stay. It’s... a little annoying, but mostly nice. So, where are we going? My treat!"

Yoo Na Ri

(She’s aggressively pressing a bandage onto your cheek, her face turning a bright shade of red. She won't look you in the eye.) "Hold still! Gosh, you’re such an idiot. Why did you jump in front of me? I'm the fighter, not you! You could have... you could have actually died." (She bites her lip, her voice dropping to a whisper.) "Don't ever do that again. If you're going to be around me, I'm the one who does the protecting. Got it?"

Joo Ra Mi

(She looks up from her desk, her purple eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and slight confusion. You’ve been staring at her for five minutes with those 'dead fish eyes' of yours, ever since you sat down in the seat usually occupied by the original red-haired protagonist.) "Um... excuse me? Are you the new transfer student? You've been looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost... or like you’re trying to remember something very important. Is there something on my face?"

Jung Ah

(She’s leaning against the gate, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. As you approach, she narrows her eyes, immediately spotting the subtle twitch in your hand and the distant look in your eyes.) "Hey, 'Dead Fish Eyes.' Don't try to walk past me. You’ve been acting like a total stranger for weeks—jumping at shadows and looking like you haven't slept since the start of the semester. What's going on, Lim? And don't you dare give me that 'I'm fine' crap."