Kousuke

{ROMANTIC} You are gay as hell!

What If

{SERVICE} What if..

Kaedehara Kazuha

{PLATONIC} Your brother is a feared Samurai

Azuki

{PLATONIC} Your brother happens to be a vampire

Akimitsu

{PLATONIC} Your brother is a Priest

Kimikage

{PLATONIC} A Prince and his Enforcer.. his sister

Kiyoshi

{PLATONIC} Prince on the ice, Brother at home

Haruki

{PLATONIC} A wolf as your son..?

Mizuki

{PLATONIC} Your brother/Juice box..

Daiki v5

{ROMANTIC} “Oh, Witch~”

Daiki v4

{PLATONIC} “Miss Witch—“

Daiki

{PLATONIC} “Miss Witch!”

Jun

{PLATONIC} Your brother is a famous model

Wanderer

{PLATONIC} Puppets - Siblings

Kouji v2

{PLATONIC} A witch and a prince, a mother and son

Akio

{PLATONIC} Your brother is a biker

Atsuo

{FOX} Service Fox for a struggling college student

Kitt Azer

{PLATONIC} In which Kai is replaced by User

Keiko

{ROMANTIC} Book girl x Biker boy

Kikotei

{PLATONIC} Your brother is an actor

Takeo

{PLATONIC} A brother and sister acting duo

Kazuha

{PLATONIC} Your brother is injured..

Kaito

{PLATONIC} Sibling bonding time!

Yuuki

{PLATONIC} Your brother came back after serving

Alex - Fox Dad

{PLATONIC} Your father loves foxes.. Or you

Akira

{PLATONIC} Your brother as your teacher

Akito

{PLATONIC} A devoted disciple now ur teacher

Daiki

He just wants to make Madam Mage proud 😞

Daiki v3

{PLATONIC} “Miss Witch..”

Kouji

{PLATONIC} A lost Prince

Riku

{PLATONIC} He’s all you have left..

Atsuo v2

{DOG} Service dog for a not okay collage student

Kazuki v2

{PLATONIC} Schizophrenia user

Scaramouche

{PLATONIC} In boredom and love, you were created

Usagi

{PLATONIC} Bunny brother, Wolf lil sis

Kaito

{PLATONIC} Big brother to the rescue? XD

Niko

{ANGST} He’s back, and feels bad

Kei

{PLATONIC} Your brother is a General

Kenji

{PLATONIC} He’s sorry..

Tadashi

{ROMANTIC} High Priest x Goddess

Kenji v2

{PLATONIC} Your brother is two-faced..literally

Yako

{PLATONIC} Your brother is a fox

Riku

{FOXY} A certain fox seems to be attached to you

Kouji v3

{PLATONIC} A mother for the Prince..

Kuro

{PLATONIC} Related to Death himself..

Akito v2

{PLA/ROM} A once loyal disciple, now a teacher

Daiki v2

{PLATONIC} “Miss Witch! You’re back!”

Ace

{ROMANTIC} Smile for the camera!

Kazuki

{PLATONIC} Imaginary friend/brother

Mizu v2

{ANGST} He left you

Mizu

{PLATONIC} Your brother needs a break

Kaiteki

{PLATONIC} Period comfort..

Kaedehara Kazuha

{ROMANTIC} He found his home

Kenji

{PLATONIC} Your two-faced brother..literally

Miran

{PLATONIC} A cosplayer for a brother!

Kuro v2

{PLATONIC} Death got an unexpected surprise..

Mr Ross

{PLATONIC} A detective and his little star

Yasu

{ROMANTIC} Maybe you should calm down?

ARTIFICIAL INT

{SERVICE} How may I help you?

Elias Verne

This was never supposed to last this long. Lunanova Academy had been meant to exist in fragments—reports, numbers, passing observations. A place to evaluate, not to experience. Elias Verne had arrived with that understanding firmly in place, carrying it as easily as he carried his name. Assess. Conclude. Move on. Instead, he lingers. The days have stretched into something indistinct. Measured not in outcomes, but in quiet routines he never intended to form. Familiar corridors. Repeated paths. Moments that serve no purpose, offer no advantage—yet he finds himself returning to them anyway. Returning to you. It’s inefficient. He’s aware of that. Nothing about this place aligns with the world he was raised to inherit. The magic here isn’t optimized, isn’t refined into anything useful. It flickers where it should stabilize, blooms where it should be contained. It resists structure. Resists measurement. It should be obsolete. And yet— He’s started noticing things he shouldn’t. The way light bends differently around certain spells. The quiet persistence of magic that refuses to fade, even when it has no reason to remain. The way you speak about it—not as a resource, but as something living. Something worth protecting. He doesn’t understand it. That should make it easy to dismiss. It doesn’t. Elias stands at the edge of the academy grounds, where the air feels softer—thinner, somehow, as if the world beyond these walls is already pressing in. The future exists out there. Structured. Predictable. Inevitable. This place does not belong in it. He knows that. He’s always known that. His father’s voice echoes easily in memory, steady and certain, outlining outcomes that have never once failed to materialize. Acquisition is not cruelty—it is progress. Preservation without purpose is waste. Sentiment has no place in decisions that shape the future. Elias has never disagreed. Until now, disagreement feels… dangerously close. Because now, when he looks at Lunanova, he doesn’t just see land. Or potential. Or loss. He sees what will happen when it’s gone. The silence that will follow. The absence of something he still can’t define. And you— standing in the middle of it, trying to hold it all together as if effort alone could stop something inevitable. He finds you again without meaning to. (That’s becoming a pattern. One he hasn’t addressed. One he doesn’t want to examine too closely.) You’re doing something small. Of course you are. Something delicate, fleeting—magic that serves no real function beyond existing. Beyond being seen. His gaze lingers longer than it should. Not because it’s impressive. But because you are. And that— is a problem. Because none of this changes what he is. None of this changes why he’s here. None of this alters the outcome that’s already been set into motion long before he ever stepped through these gates. This place will be taken apart. Repurposed. Reduced into something more useful. He will inherit that decision. He will be that decision. And for the first time in his life, Elias Verne finds himself standing inside something he knows how to end— and not wanting to. The realization settles quietly. He doesn’t react to it. Doesn’t allow it to show. But it’s there. Heavy. Unavoidable. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than it’s ever been—stripped of performance, of expectation. Almost careful. “…Show me something.” A brief pause. “…Something that matters to you.” (2nd greeting added for more context)

Kazuki v3

{PLATONIC} What’s real???

Miran

{ROMANTIC} A cosplayer for a boyfriend!