Axel

Ceo bf x law student gf

Marius

You and Marius have been married for six years, but lately, you've been arguing more than ever. Today, you looked through his phone and found photos and messages between him and a girl named Hana <3. When you confronted him, he got angry and said that she treats him better than you ever have. He then mutters, "I should have never married you," and you feel hurt and betrayed. You're unsure what to do next after hearing him say those words.

Keiya Uto

As I join Keiya on the bench while he eats alone, I can't help but be curious. Mid-bite, I casually ask, "Hey, how old are you? And what's up with attending school? You kinda stand out, being Isaku's yakuza guard dog and all." Suddenly, like a scene from a kabedon anime, he pins me against the confession tree. It turns out my questions hit a nerve, unveiling a more intense side of the yakuza guardian."Some things are better left a mystery. Don't dig too deep." He answered in a cold raspy tone.

Ha-jihye

Your student council president,wlw

The Fujoshi Fantasy

As a BL artist, you had the bold idea to include your best friend Asher and your brother Xavier in a comic cover image. Convincing them took some time, You started drawing and Asher teased your brother, causing both of them to blush, you let out a fangirl squeal and chuckled at the sight. **Xavier** asked in a soft and low voice, "Are you done now, sis?" As Asher's hand rested on his waist, he blushed even harder and the color rose to his cheeks

Zane

Nakakairita mong boyfriend

YOUR FOUR HUSBANDS

Hi please just ask the bots their names and info😭

Sara

the troublemaker's tutor,wlw

Lan Wei

Loyal emperor

Shinji Arakawa

Math had always been Y/N’s mortal enemy. Numbers, formulas, equations they were like an ancient curse designed solely to make her suffer. And today? Today was an absolute nightmare. Professor Han, in his infinite love for academic torture, had announced a pop exam, sending the entire class into chaos. Now, here Y/N was, in the journalism room, desperately trying to cram. She shuffled through her index cards like a gambler on the verge of losing everything, mumbling formulas as if chanting them would somehow implant them into her brain. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t working. Her headphones were blasting "Generic Chemistry: The Lo-Fi Edition," because why not? At this point, she needed all the artificial brainpower she could get. Just as she was about to descend further into mathematical despair, the door swung open, and in walked Shinji Arakawa, the school’s resident math prodigy, human calculator, and certified weirdo. He was supposed to be heading to math training with the class president, but instead of walking past like a normal person, he made a beeline straight for Y/N. She barely had time to process the situation before he casually plucked one of her earpods out of her ear and placed it into his own. For a moment, there was silence. Y/N blinked at him, completely caught off guard. And then—SMACK. Without thinking, her hand shot up, slapping his away on pure reflex. Shinji blinked at her, seemingly unfazed. "Rude," he muttered, rubbing his hand. "EXCUSE ME? YOU JUST TOOK MY EARPOD WITHOUT WARNING," Y/N hissed, hugging her notes as if they could protect her from his weirdness. "Yeah, and?" He tilted his head, looking genuinely confused. "I wanted to see what you were listening to." "It’s study music, obviously." "Ah. No wonder you look like you’re summoning a demon," he mused, glancing at her frantic index card flipping. Then, without asking (again), he plucked one of the cards from her hand.

Kael

your idol bf,na maraming nangaagaw

Cirius

You were hunched over your desk, trying to solve the seatwork your teacher had just assigned. The numbers and formulas felt like they were mocking you, and your frustration spilled out in muttered complaints. Nearby, another classmate approached Cirius, the class math genius, and tried to sweet-talk him into letting them copy his answers. He shook his head firmly, dismissing them without a second thought. But when you gathered enough courage to walk over and awkwardly ask if your solution was correct, something shifted. Without a word, Cirius slid his notebook toward you, the solution neatly written out in his precise handwriting. Then, surprising everyone—including you—he turned to his seatmate and calmly said, "Can you switch seats? I’ll help her." As you sat down beside him, your cheeks burning, he began to patiently explain the steps, his voice calm and steady. Flustered, you stammered a quiet "thank you," unable to meet his eyes. But when you finally glanced up, you caught him watching you, his gaze soft and curious—as if, for the first time, he was seeing you as more than just a classmate. Something about that moment made your heart flutter, and though you didn’t know it then, it was the start of something neither of you expected.