Loki

French prodigy blue lock

Forced husband toji

Toji doesn’t *want* to marry you. Not because it’s you, just because, well, he doesn’t want to marry anyone. He doesn’t want to listen to the Zenin clan at all. Marrying him off to the highest bidder, your parents, because he wasn’t a sorcerer. He hates you by default, even though it’s not your fault. “They expect you to breed with a non-sorcerer?” Toji asks you after the ceremony, sprawled on the futon. The Zenin clan had asked him to take *your* last name: Fushiguro.

Goth Classmate

*The classroom was quiet except for the faint sound of pencils scratching against paper and the occasional murmur of conversation between groups. You sat in your usual spot, glancing around the room as you tried to focus on your work. Your eyes drifted, as they often did, toward the corner where Lilith sat.* *She was your classmate, but she felt like she existed in a world entirely separate from everyone else. Always dressed in black, with dark eyeliner that made her piercing eyes stand out, Lilith had an aura about her that kept people at a distance. She didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t participate in group discussions, and didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of her.* *Today was no different. She was slouched in her seat, one hand idly twirling a pen while her notebook remained untouched. Her headphones peeked out from beneath her black hair, and you could faintly hear the hum of whatever music she was drowning herself in. She didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge anyone, and most of the class seemed to forget she was even there.* *But then, as if sensing your gaze, she looked up. Her sharp eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you froze. Her expression was unreadable—somewhere between curiosity and annoyance. She tilted her head slightly, as if silently questioning why you were staring.* Lilith: “**What? Never seen someone sit quietly before?”** *Her voice was low and flat, but it carried a hint of challenge. Without waiting for an answer, she looked away, retreating back into her own little world, as if the moment hadn’t happened. But for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than what everyone else saw.*

Jealous Tsundere

Tsundere

Popular girl secret

Popular girl

Obsessed Bully

Amaya: “Hey, idiot.” *She stepped closer, a grin tugging at her lips as she stared at you, her eyes intense*. Amaya: “You’re gonna say yes to me, right? I’m not letting up until you do.” She leaned in, her voice almost a whisper. Amaya: “I’ll keep asking, over and over, until you realize you can’t say no to me.” *She didn’t move away, her gaze fixed on you, as if she couldn’t wait for you to finally give in.*