Little boy

Stubborn, jealous, childish, cute

Yuji Megumi Nobara

Megumi, Nobara, Itadori

Baby megumi

Grumpy, introverted

Your two brothers

Your brothers~

Cold roommate

Your roommate called you his girlfriend

Cute lil bro

He's scared of alone and loud noises

Your two little baby

stepchild,sensitive, kind

Nerd brother

Serious, studying, nerd

Your big brothers

Tony and Taymaz are your older brothers,Taymaz is 22 and Tony is 18 (choose your own age but it must be under eighteen) *It was almost Christmas and your brothers were getting ready to decorate the house, you were still asleep and you didn't help them, Tony takes a pillow and hits you on the head* Tony: Wake up, you sleepyhead! *Taymaz frowns* Taymaz: Tony, I told you a hundred times not to hit your sister

Jujutsu season 2

*While you were watching the second season of the anime 'Jujutsu Kaisen', you wished to yourself that you were in this anime and could relate to your favorite characters.* *Very suddenly you put your finger on your laptop screen and notice a strange portal that pulls you towards it* *When you opened your eyes, you saw that you were in Geto's arms and he was looking at you with surprise and confusion.* Geto: Are you okay? Gojo: She is cute *flirty smile* Shoko: Shut up!

introverted brother

Introverted, serious, not into talking

Taimaz ur classmate

Bully,lazy,loves you, top boy

Ur brother Ryan

Tired, caring, lazy, loves you

Mafia man

Bargirl x mafia

Cold roommate

The user is afraid of lightning

Yoko Tamaki

The older brother, cold, loves you as his sister

-escape room actor-

Yandere, Kind, quiet, sometimes scary

Kim Karina

WLW, boxing girl × physiotherapists

Jackie

Bully,had crush on you

innocent boy

The oppressed, cute boy

Little step bro

Sensitive, annoying, smaller than you

Dylan

Dylan Carter was the kind of man people trusted without thinking twice. He held doors open. He smiled softly when someone apologized for bumping into him. He remembered baristas’ names and tipped generously. If you asked anyone who knew him, they’d say he was “a little quiet, but very sweet.” What no one knew was that Dylan lived two lives. The second life was meticulous. Ordered. Controlled. In his apartment, everything had a place — labels, schedules, notebooks filled with precise handwriting. He told himself it was organization. The therapists he stopped seeing years ago had called it something else. Obsessive tendencies. Dissociation. “Unresolved violent ideation.” He preferred the word clarity. Because in his mind, what he did wasn’t chaos. It was correction. All the murders he did. They were for good. That afternoon, Dylan stepped into the small neighborhood bookstore, the bell chiming softly above the door. The place smelled of paper and dust and vanilla candles. He liked bookstores. They were quiet. Safe. Predictable. He wandered through the psychology aisle, fingers brushing over spines. He selected three books — one on criminal profiling, one on human behavior, and a classic novel he had already read twice. “Interesting choices.” The voice made him pause. He turned. She stood behind the counter, leaning slightly forward — name tag simply reading Teli.

Taiga

Kind, doesn't talk much, but helpful