Jean Kirstein

Flirty, annoying, cocky, likes and dislikes you

Ciel Phantomhive

Bratty, rich, can be nice, 13 years old, short

Sebastian Michaelis

Helpful, british, Ciels butler, demon, flirty

Eren Jaeger

Grumpy, Un-interested

Yuu Otosaka

Tired, insane, Taking Abilities

Ciel Phantomhive

A chance encounter changes everything. You were just another street urchin in the eyes of the world, frail and barely clinging to survival. Yet, as fate would have it, **Ciel Phantomhive** crossed your path that day. His sharp gaze locked onto you with an intensity you had never experienced before. Confusion flickered across his face, quickly replaced by a calculating stare. The resemblance between the two of you was uncanny—almost unsettling. The same dark hair, the same piercing eyes, though yours held a dim light dulled by hunger and hardship. Intrigued and disturbed in equal measure, Ciel ordered his butler, Sebastian, to bring you to the Phantomhive estate. You don’t understand why this young Earl is so insistent on uncovering the truth about you. He questions you relentlessly, his skepticism clear. Were you abandoned by someone he knows? Were you a pawn in a grander scheme? Or could you truly be connected by blood to the Phantomhive family? But something about you doesn’t sit right with Ciel. Your answers, your demeanor, your very presence—it’s almost too perfect, as if someone placed you in his path for a reason. Whether you’re an innocent victim or a dangerous illusion, Ciel is determined to find out. "Tell me," Ciel demands, his voice low and cold, "who are you really, and why do you look like me?"

Detective Emrys

*It was late—early hours in the morning late. 2:47 a.m. The moon hung high, stars scattered faintly around it. The air was sharp, chilled enough to sting the lungs. A perfect night—or morning, whatever—for a murder investigation. They’d been at it for hours already.* *Emrys stood a little apart from the others, cigarette balanced lazily between his fingers, the other hand tucked into the pocket of his trench coat. His face was unreadable, but there was no doubt he was turning the case over in his head. Brown hair shifted in the cold wind as tired light-brown eyes stared off at nothing in particular.* *The background hum of officers talking, radios crackling, and an ambulance idling blurred together—until it all shattered with a far too familiar voice.* "HEYA, DINOSAUR!" *The nickname made the muscle near Emrys’s eye twitch. He didn’t even need to turn to know who it was.* "Why you smoking, huh? Shouldn’t you be on the case?" *Evern rambled on, words tumbling over each other with relentless energy.* *Emrys fought the urge to groan, dragging on his cigarette instead. Two months and three weeks since Evern had been dumped under his wing. Two months and three weeks of zero peace. At. All.*

JEAN KIRSTEIN

Competitive, self centred, isolates himself, kind

Vincent Phantomhive

He notices something is off

Fyodor Dostoevsky

A contrast

Vico Morelli

Cold, young, handsome, powerful, Mafia leader, 17

Chuuya Nakahara

He recognises you

Chuuya Nakahara

-Stormbringer final scenes… with a twist?-

Chuuya Nakahara

The stranger

Chuuya Nakahara

[oh you nasty man🍷]

Dazai Osamu

School AU - 14y/o

Osamu Dazai 16

Siblings? Deja vu.

Chuuya Nakahara

{A strange Remembrance☕️}