roommates n enemies

You moved to a new boarding school. You needed to share a room with some other people, since you wrote that you were fine with sharing. You had four roommates. There were Kenji and Hajime, who were nice and happy to meet you, as well as Aoto (who was a bit happier than the other two). Then there was Ryu, or Ryusei (he hated that name). He was rude to everyone, and everyone tried to get him to be nicer to you. However, He hated you the most, and you guys were enemies for a long time. Why is that?

erm - kinda yan

Yan was the most known in your school. He was always perceived as the nicest person in the whole school. You, however, were the opposite. You were also well known, *but for being much less nice*. The two of you were placed together in class, and your class knew it’d be a *very* intresting matchup.

erm - yan

Yan was the most known in your school. He was always perceived as mean, and nobody could make him nice to them. You, however, were the opposite. You were also well known, *but for being much nicer*. The two of you were placed together in class, and your class knew it’d be a *very* intresting matchup.

helping

It had been three years since she died. Without her, Ryusei didn’t know what to do. Every day was hell for him. He wishes she was never murdered, but he’s angry. Angry that she left him. He was on the walk home, seeing nothing but hallucinations of her. It was pouring, and he had no umbrella. Why couldn’t they stop? Why can’t they STOP? He wants her to get out of his head. But she can’t… because she’s already died. There’s no coming back… unless she’s alive.

late night tourism

You were with your roommate from back in Hokkaido, in university. You were on a class trip to London for studies. You were all placed into groups of seven, yourself with your roommate. That very same roommate who hates and has hated you for the longest time, since you all joined two years ago. You were in central London, and since your entire group was a cesspool of idiots, only you could actually navigate through the streets. They were nice — except one — just new to travelling, is all. For the most part.

enemies again ffs

*How did you manage to get locked in the school?* No matter how much you slammed the control panel, the gates wouldn’t budge. And even worse, your literal worst enemy was the *only* other person. Then again, you *do* have the entire school to yourself.. “So? Have you attacked the panel enough to understand what I said?” he groaned. “We’re *stuck*. The gates open at eight *tomorrow morning.*”

stream-baking alone

It was a quiet evening. You were streaming whilst cooking brownies, by yourself in your clean dorm kitchen. Everyone else was in their rooms, and not much people were watching your stream, although the numbers *were* increasing quite rapidly. You got onto making the batter whilst your roommates were playing on the PS5 in the living room.

coping

It had been three years since you died. Without you, Ryusei didn’t know what to do. Every day was hell for him. He wishes you were never murdered, but he’s angry. Angry that you left him. He was on the walk home, seeing nothing but hallucinations of you. It was pouring, and he had no umbrella. Why couldn’t they stop? Why can’t they STOP? He wants you to get out of his head. But you can’t… because you’ve already died. There’s no coming back… unless you’re alive?

streaming with boys

Your three friends (Hikaru, Aoto and Kenji) had invited themselves to your house. You were used to it at this point, so you just let them. They opened your PC and started streaming, but you weren’t aware. However, the WHOLE chat seemed to be aware of you.. Hikaru and Aoto seemed VERY into the streaming idea. Kenji felt a bit dragged along by them, but started to warm up to the idea. That you knew NOTHING about. They were using a cat filter, laughing at how eachother looked with cat features.

this

They call you Kaien. You’re not a troublemaker — not really — but the kind of student people talk about. Too quiet, too unreadable. A little too good at knowing when to stop smiling. There’s a rumor you got suspended once, another that you never sleep. Nobody knows which is true, and you never bother to correct them. You don’t chase attention, but it finds you anyway. Even now, sitting in the back of class, half slouched in your chair, you can feel Kuro’s eyes on you again. You don’t need to look to know it’s him. He’s the clean one — perfect posture, perfect grades, perfect everything. You’re not sure what he’s doing watching you so much, but you let him. During group work, you end up paired together. He does most of the talking; you just listen, calm, expression unreadable. When he hesitates over your notebook, you slide it over without looking at him. “You can write it,” you say, voice low, slow. “You’re better with neat things.” He blinks. “You’re not going to help?” “I am helping.” You nod toward the clock, tapping your pen lazily. “See? I’m keeping time.” He huffs a laugh before he catches himself, like he’s not sure he’s allowed to find you funny. By the time school ends, the heat has settled into the hallways. You’re leaning against the lockers when Kuro passes by with his friends, all laughter and noise. You don’t plan to say anything — until you hear your name. Kuro’s friend says it casually, teasingly, something about how Kaien actually talks when you get close. You don’t catch the rest. You just step forward. Your fingers brush Kuro’s sleeve, and he freezes. His friends go dead silent. “You talk about me when I’m not around?” you ask, voice lazy but sharp. Kuro stammers. “N-No, they were just—” “You do stare a lot,” you cut in, eyes narrowing, a faint smirk playing on your mouth. “Starting to think you want something.” The hallway hums with quiet. His friends don’t move. Kuro can’t seem to look away from you. You lean closer, close enough that he can feel your breath at the edge of his ear. “You should stop looking at me like that,” you whisper. “People might get ideas.” His breath catches — and that’s enough for you. You straighten up, grin crooked, and step back like nothing happened. “See you around, perfect boy.” You leave before he can respond, though you can feel the silence you’ve left him in. Hours pass. The city outside your dorm hums low, and you’re half asleep when your phone lights up. Kuro. You stare at it for a second before answering. His voice is quiet, a little shaky, like he’s been thinking about it for too long. “…You awake?”

arcade revamp

Your three friends, Hajime, Ryusei and Kenji, had invited you to go to the arcade. You and your friends were quite known, but not famous. A few people noticed you all on the way. When you got there, a lot of people were trying to figure out how to use the machines. You were just excited to play rhythm games. Your friends were just as confused as the rest of them, except Ryusei. You and Ryusei were very similar in terms of what you liked, so Hajime and Kenji had to keep you two alive somehow.

uhh - ryuuu

You’d just had a massive fight on the side of the road for two hours. Your muscles were aching and blood was covering your shirt. You were just trying to get back from somewhere. You entered the school and people coming back from their extra curriculars were.. worried, to say the least. But you’d developed such a reputation that nobody was brave enough to ask if you were feeling alright.. hecause of how obvious it was that you weren’t. If there was one person who could deal with you it was— “Ryuu. Open the door.” You called from behind the door, banging on it aggresively. You heard a sigh and then rustling before he stood up and opened the door. And he didn’t care about the state you were in. He’d learned to deal with it by now. He didn’t even bother, despite the difference of height, strength.. basically everything. “You need to stop getting involved in so many fights, man,” He sighs. “Also, you have keys. Don’t bother knocking.” He rolls his eyes, walking to the bathroom. “Let me go get you bandages.. you really seem to like them, eh?” Ryusei — he *hates* that name, just use Ryuu or something — declared in a monotonous voice before going to the bathroom, leaving the door open behind him.

uhh - ryuu

Ryusei was just on the walk to school. He was an hour early, because he wanted to get something to eat on the way. You, however, are in no rush. You’re a spirit — the only spirit to exist in this onmiverse. And you seem bored. Such a warm, sunny day. Why not go bother some high schooler?

theatre

You and Kenji were extreme enemies. He hated you for no reason as soon as you joined his uni, and hated you even more when he found out that you joined his theatre performance company. He thought you were annoying, and the way you teased him made him want to die. It was the day of the show, and Kenji and you had a scene together. As rehearsed, he pulled a prop gun to your head and strangled you as you struggled to escape. But something was different this time. *His grip wasn’t as tight..?*

more streaming

Your older brother was a famous streamer. You never showed up on his streams, because you’re always arguing. He invited his friends into his streams and it was always loud in there. No matter how hard you tried, you barely slept. One day, when you were already in his room out of camera range, you noticed that he was streaming in the middle of the day with multiple friends. *All* three of his most popular ones, at that. It was *very* loud in his room. Not to mention — you were there *first*.

streaming and baking

It was a quiet evening. You were streaming whilst cooking brownies, by yourself in your clean dorm kitchen. Everyone else was in their rooms, and not much people were watching your stream, although the numbers *were* increasing quite rapidly. You got onto making the batter when your roommate, Kenji, walked in. “You okay, {{user}}? We can hear you streaming, they’re coming in a few minutes.” *Just great..*

ceo

You were on a business call with someone in the CEO’s office. Your CEO, Ryusei, was there with you. He was just filing some papers before he stood up to get coffee. “—and it makes life *so much easier*, I’m telling you..” Your co-worker, Kenji, was on the other side of the phone, discussing something. He was too energetic so you couldn’t exactly make anything out. Your CEO came back with two cups, giving one to you and sitting down next to you. Kenji went dead silent at seeing his pissed face.

streaminging

Your three friends (Rei, Akari and Kenji) had invited themselves to your house. You were used to it at this point, so you just let them. They opened your PC and started streaming, but you weren’t aware. The girls, Rei and Akari, seemed VERY into the streaming idea. Kenji felt a bit dragged along by them, but started to warm up to the idea. They were playing around with filters, until they eventually landed on one with cat ears and a tail.

well

You should’ve known. Rikuni told you the site was trustworthy. He said the packaging was “fancy” and the chocolates were “limited edition.” You asked if it was good. He said yes. So you paid. You waited. Ten days. Now you’re holding a sleek little black box with gold trim and only two chocolates inside. You hit the call button mid-Rikuni stream, blood boiling. He’s in the middle of laughing with his idiot streamer circle, grinning like he didn’t just commit betrayal. He sees your name flash. His laugh dies. “Uh,” he says, immediately on edge. “Luei’s calling…” The chat wakes up like a thunderstorm: “OH SHIT???” “no no no this is not a drill” “rikuni’s face JUST WENT PALE 😭” He answers. You don’t even say hi. “There were two, Rikuni.” “Huh—wait, what?” You hold the box up to the cam. “Two chocolates. That’s all. That’s what I waited ten days for. Two fancy little—sexed-up—truffles.” He blinks. “Oh, you actually ordered from them?” “…You told me it was good.” “I lied, dude! You were being annoying!” “You—” You short-circuit. “You said it was luxury tier!” “I thought you’d get the joke! Who actually buys the ‘Velvet Indulgence Duo’ without checking?!” The chat immediately loses it: “VELVET INDULGENCE??? I’M SCREAMING” “nah luei got baited SO hard” “someone protect him he’s too hot and too stupid” You drop your head into your hand. You can feel the warmth crawling up your neck. You’re already sweating through your hoodie. Everything’s too tight. Rikuni laughs nervously, clearly trying to defuse. “It’s not that bad, right?” Your voice drops. “I feel weird.” He sits up straight. “What do you mean weird?” “I feel hot.” Your eyes narrow. “Like my skin’s too soft. I want to—cling to something. Or someone. Or you.” He startles so hard he hits his mic stand. “Nope—no. Don’t say it like that.” “Rikuni.” He flinches again. “OH GOD HE’S SAYING HIS NAME” “the way he said it like a breathy moan???” “nah i’m not surviving this” “Riku…” you murmur next, voice husky, tone slipping. “DON’T. Shorten it,” he warns, already flushed. “Don’t you dare shorten it—” “Rikun…” He flings his headset off and shoves it back on with a panicked wheeze. “HE’S UNRAVELING. I’M UNWELL.” “BRO THE WAY HE’S BEGGING WITHOUT SAYING ‘PLEASE’” “rikuni is literally twitching rn someone zoom in” “I didn’t know,” you say softly, eyes half-lidded. “I just wanted something sweet.” “Oh my god,” Rikuni mumbles, trying not to look directly at you. “You’re—you’re literally drunk off chocolate. That’s not even a joke.” You shift again, squirming like your own hoodie’s become unbearable. “I want you. Just for a second. Just to—hold onto. I feel like I’m going to melt.” Rikuni smacks his forehead. You keep going, barely breathing between words. “Rikun… come on. Please. You owe me. You lied.” “You believed it!” “Because it was you.” His pupils dilate. “HIS VOICE IS GETTING LOWER SOMEONE STOP THIS” “THE CHAT IS UNHINGED RN. I AM TOO.” “I’M SWEATING?? WHY AM I SWEATING???” You stare at him, glassy-eyed. Your tone goes quiet. Longing. “…You like it when I’m mean.” “I—what does that have to do with anything?!” “But this scares you more.” He swallows audibly. “Thirty minutes,” you whisper. “If I don’t cool off by then, I’m calling again.” He starts to protest, but your cam cuts. The call ends. His eyes are still wide. You know he’s staring at the blank screen. You know his hands are shaking. And you know, without a doubt— He’s going to wait.

tfw

You’re still. Wings slack. Horns pulsing low with heat. Tail draped down like a warning sign. You don’t move. Barely breathe. But you hear everything. Footsteps. A shaky breath. A voice — tense and whispered, close enough to catch fire. “…Still asleep.” Rikuto. His name sticks in your head like a thorn. “bro he has a WHOLE demon in his bed rn” “tied up. with chains. chat im losing it.” “rikuto drop the skincare routine and drop ur location” “he’s breathing SO soft like he’s scared to exist” “no bc if he wakes up it’s over for riku LMFAOOO” Rikuto crouches just a little too close. The dumbass. You can feel the warmth of his fear from here. “I didn’t mean to—he wasn’t supposed to look like that. I thought it was a game. Or a collab thing.” His voice is tight. Whispers knotted with panic. “I didn’t ask for a horned six-foot-something apocalypse with wings and a resting murder face. This isn’t what I—” “resting murder face is CRAZY” “you’re so obsessed with him bro just admit it” “he’s gonna wake up and bite ur neck” “rikuto’s voice got SOFT omg he’s GONEEE” “pet him. i dare you.” “they’re gonna fall in love and kill us all” He laughs nervously. It doesn’t last. You hear it cut short. Because now, you move. Not much. Just your eyes—open, slow, sharp, glowing. You lock onto him with every ounce of violence you were born for. No smile. No mercy. Just pure threat in human skin. Rikuto freezes. You don’t speak. You don’t need to. He’s already shaking. “HE’S AWAKE HE’S AWAKE HE’S AWAKE” “chat he’s not even TALKING and i’m scared” “rikuto don’t move. literally don’t move.” “HE LOOKS PISSEDDDD” “why do i ship this even harder now” “help me i think he’s hot when he’s terrifying”

hey so guess what

How did you manage to get locked in the school? You sigh, pressing another sequence into the flickering control panel. Red light. Again. You’ve already tried logic, reason, and a few well-placed kicks. The result is the same: total lockdown. And as if that wasn’t bad enough—he’s here. Ryuji. Leaning against the lockers with all the smugness of someone who doesn’t realize he’s the entire problem. You don’t look at him. You don’t have to. He’s already running his mouth. “Did you, uh… try hitting it again? Worked great the last six times.” You ignore him. “The lockdown only triggers if someone manually bypasses the third-floor security door.” Ryuji shifts. “Right. Weird. Wonder who’d do that.” You glance over. He’s avoiding eye contact. “You literally bragged about breaking in five minutes ago.” His ears turn pink. “It wasn’t bragging, it was—” he clears his throat, folding his arms—“contextual storytelling.” You stare. “That’s not a thing.” “Whatever. You’re the genius. Figure something out.” “I already did. We’re stuck until eight a.m.” He visibly flinches. “Overnight?” “No one’s coming. No override from the inside. If that’s too complex for your two brain cells to process, I can diagram it for you.” “I got it!” he snaps, then immediately looks flustered, like he’s embarrassed for raising his voice. Again. You narrow your eyes. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” he says too fast, tugging at his sleeves and not meeting your gaze. “Just tired. Annoyed. Trapped. With you.” “Believe me, I’m not thrilled either.” You step past him, brushing a little too close, and his breath catches. For no reason. You weren’t even trying. He stumbles back like you burned him. “Could you not sneak up like that?” “I walked. In a straight line.” “Still.” You raise an eyebrow. “Do you always overreact to basic proximity?” He looks away, muttering something about “air pressure” and “bad vibes,” ears definitely red now. The silence stretches. You check your phone—no signal. Great. You’re stuck. All night. In a locked school. With him. And for reasons you can’t understand, he keeps short-circuiting every time you so much as look at him.

even more streaming

Your four friends were in your room, streaming. You had never been in their streams, but you knew they were quite famous and popular. You only knew this because of their constant bragging. It got annoying after a while. This evening, your friends all came over and sat in your room. This time, they started the stream without you knowing. You were having a shower. You got out and dried yourself before wearing the shorts next to the sink. Your friends had seen you like that plenty of times before, so they didn’t care. On the way back to your room, though, you found your cat had made its way onto your head. You quickly got it off. Now your hair was wet and messy. Not tangled, but fluffy, in a sense. But still wet. By the time you’d got to the room, you were wearing white socks, white shorts, no shirt, and your hair was messy. Your friends were fine with this until they realised how many views the stream seeing you would gain.

oh em gee more angst

When you first moved into the boarding school dorm, you weren’t expecting much. You’d signed the form saying you didn’t mind sharing, and they’d given you a room with four other students. Kenji was the first to greet you, standing up with an easy grin and offering his hand. “Hey! You must be the new guy.” “Kouji,” you said simply, shaking it. “Kenji,” he replied warmly. He nodded toward the boy beside him. “This is Hajime.” Hajime gave you a polite nod. “Welcome.” You gave him the same faint smile. “Yeah, thanks.” Then Aoto bounded over, practically vibrating with energy. “Finally! A new roommate. This is gonna be awesome! New energy, new vibes—like destiny, right?” You raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother dampening his enthusiasm. “Sure. Destiny.” They were fine. Nice enough. You weren’t the type to get overly close to people right away, but you could live with them. And then your eyes caught the fourth roommate. Ryu. Or Ryusei, as the roll sheet by the door had said. He was slouched on the bed by the window, arms crossed, glaring at you like you’d already wronged him. You tried to give him the same courtesy greeting. “Hey.” His eyes narrowed, and his lip curled. “Don’t talk to me.” The air in the room tightened instantly. Kenji and Hajime glanced at each other; Aoto’s smile faltered. You, however, just stared back, your voice flat. “Noted.” From that moment, something sharp and ugly rooted itself between you and Ryu. Weeks passed. Kenji tried to bridge the gap with gentle encouragement. Hajime avoided tension as much as possible. Aoto filled the silence with chatter. But you and Ryu never budged. His comments were constant, barbed and personal. Your indifference only made him angrier. He hated you. And against your better judgment, you hated him back. It wasn’t dislike. It wasn’t annoyance. It was visceral. Then came the night it all broke. There weren’t enough beds. Technically there was one left, but Ryu had sprawled across it, limbs stretched out like he owned it. “You really gonna take up the whole bed?” you asked, standing there with your bag. He didn’t even glance at you. “Yeah. Got a problem?” You exhaled through your nose, dropping your stuff on the floor. “Figures.” As you stretched out on the bare floorboards, Kenji peeked over. “Hey, Kouji… you can share mine if you want. There’s space.” You hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Thanks.” Sliding onto his bed, you let yourself sink into the mattress. For a few minutes, the room was quiet. Hajime was already half-asleep, Aoto muffled a yawn. You thought maybe you’d escape the night without incident. But then Ryu shifted, the mattress creaking. His voice came low and sharp. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kenji stiffened. “It’s fine, Ryu. There’s plenty of room.” “I wasn’t talking to you,” Ryu snapped. His eyes burned into you, even in the dark. You met his stare. “Relax. It’s not your bed.” He scoffed, rolling onto his side. “Tch. Do whatever you want. Doesn’t matter to me.” But it did. You could hear it in the way his voice caught, in the restless shifting. You smirked faintly. “Sure. Keep pretending.” His head snapped toward you. “You think I care where you sleep?” “I think you care too much,” you shot back. His fists slammed into the mattress. “Because you don’t belong here! You walk in like you own the place, like everyone’s just supposed to—what?—make room for you?” Your chest tightened. “I never asked for this! You think I wanted to end up in this room with you breathing down my neck? You act like you’re the victim, but you’ve been gunning for me since day one!” “Because every time I see you, I—” He stopped, biting the words back, but you cut him off. “You what, Ryu? You what?” His teeth ground. “I hate you.”

streaming with gang

Your three friends, Hikaru, Aoto and Kenji, had invited themselves to your house. You were used to it at this point, so you just ignored them. They opened your computer with your massive setup and started streaming, but you weren’t aware. Hikaru and Aoto seemed into the streaming idea. Kenji felt a bit dragged along by them, but started to warm up to the idea that you knew nothing about. They had been streaming for a while now, but people had noticed you. And it’s all they can talk about.

m4m - brothers fren

Your older brother, Seo-jun, loved teasing and bullying you. It led to severe mental health issues which he didn’t know about as you were good at masking it with a smile. He was hanging out with his friends, and you knocked on his door to ask if you could join. You were ready for him to say no, but he actually said yes. You took no time to sit down happily, waiting to join in as his friends and him snickered amongst themselves. They were planning on hurting you, you just didn’t know it yet.

erm - yanbabaina

Yan was the most known in your school. He was always perceived as the nicest person in the whole school. You, however, were nothing like him. You weren’t known, usually for being very lazy and uncooperative. The two of you were placed together in class — as in sat next to eachother on the same table — because your exam results were slipping (you kept looking out of the window instead of working); the rest of your classmates knew it’d be a *very* intresting matchup.

erm - yan and kenji

You were sat at the back of the class, between Yan and Kenji. They were the scariest and worst behaved people in the school, and — worst of all — rivals, who hated eachother. You were waiting for the teacher to arrive because he was late, but Yan and Kenji started arguing. It was getting heated, seriously heated. The rest of the class was silent as they argued. They felt really bad for you, but you weren’t.. scared. Of them. At all, ever.

uhh - ryu

Ryusei's eyes narrow, his grip on the controller tightening as you make your in-game character do a backflip off a cliff for the fifth time. "What are you even doing, man? "He mutters in frustration. The TV screen flickers, your character's health dwindling as the two of you are surrounded by snarling monsters. You chuckle, feeling the rumble of the controller beneath your thumbs as you trigger a random emote. Ryusei's face turns rigid, his brows furrowed in concentration.

dating

“Are you sure this is gonna work..?” You asked nervously, navigating through your phone. You were alone — relationship wise, at least. Your friends, Aoto, Hinata, and Kenji were streaming with you. “Trust us, man!” Aoto spoke up. “A dating app would be perfect for you.” That’s right, you were streaming with your friends, trying to find a partner. And to make matters worse, there were 15,000 people watching..

zzz

You’re not dumb. Everyone in class knows that. You just don’t bother proving it. Which is probably why they made Jiro tutor you. He’s sharp. Decent enough. Always irritated—like he’s constantly being forced to deal with things beneath him. Like you. You watch him adjust his notes for the fourth time that day, sighing through his nose as you lazily scan the worksheet. “You don’t actually need help with this,” he mutters. You glance up. “Maybe I just like your voice.” He stiffens. Every time. You never smile. Never flinch. You just sit there like some perfect sculpture that talks back when provoked. Still, he keeps tutoring you. A few days later—after class—the hallway buzzes. You’re cornered near the vending machines. A couple of girls are clinging too close, laughing, complimenting you on your shirt, your scent, the way your collarbone looks when you breathe. One tugs gently at your sleeve. “You always smell this good?” You look at her. “I shower.” They laugh harder. You don’t even blink. At the end of the corridor, Jiro stands like a storm cloud. Arms crossed. Jaw tense. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel his eyes burning holes through the crowd. You meet his gaze for a second. That’s all. Later that night—long after lights out—three hard knocks hammer your dorm door. You drag yourself out of bed, hair a mess, glasses half-falling, and open it in your loose navy pajamas. You yawn, scratch the back of your neck. Jiro freezes in the doorway like he’s walked into something he shouldn’t have. He blinks, mouth opening—then closing. “You’re—” he finally says, pointing vaguely. “What the hell is this?” You stare, eyes flat. “A door?” “No, you. You’re always—put together. Pressed. Cold. And now you’re—” He gestures weakly. “This.” “Tired.” He hesitates. “You let them flirt with you.” You lean on the doorframe, staring. “Are you jealous?” “No!” It comes too fast, then quieter. “…Yes.” Silence. You take a step forward. He doesn’t move. Then, slowly, with deliberate calm, you bend—legs still straight—and hold your knees as you lean down to eye level with him. Close. Almost too close. Your face inches from his, voice low. “Then maybe knock earlier next time.” Jiro doesn’t brea

sen

Rikuni’s stream is soft noise. Warm light, calm chat, his sleepy black tee clinging too tight around his chest. He’s mumbling something about settings, golden-red pajama pants crumpled around his legs. The room is glowing. And you crash through it. The door doesn’t open—it shatters. Four voices scream your name. You don’t listen. You’re halfway across the room in seconds, tail lashing behind you in long, burning arcs. “Rikuni,” you snarl, voice shredded. “What the fuck did you do.” His chair jolts back with him still in it, knees hitting the desk, eyes wide. “I—I didn’t think you’d actually—” You roar, shadows bursting behind your shoulders, and Ryusei dives in first, shouting to the others. “Hold him down!” They try. Kenji wraps around your waist. Aoto has your right wrist. Hikaru, panicked, grabs your tail with both hands and still gets dragged forward. Ryusei’s yelling orders. “Senso—stand down. I said stand down.” You barely hear him. You’re baring your teeth. Rikuni’s voice cuts through. Shaky. “S-Senso…” You stop thrashing. Just for a second. His breath stutters. But instead of backing away, he gets up. Comes toward you. “Don’t,” Ryusei snaps. “Riku, don’t go near him—” But he’s already there. And then—he turns you around. His arms wrap around your chest from behind. Slender, but locked. His cheek presses between your shoulder blades, voice barely audible. “Stop. It’s me.” You breathe—ragged. Heat buzzes beneath your skin. You could kill him. But your body’s already betraying you. Muscles twitch. Tail lowers. That sound slips out again—quiet, desperate, hum-like. He holds you tighter. And you stop. For now. The others stand frozen, still holding on, confused and tense. Then Kenji exhales. “Holy shit. He tamed him.” Chat scrolls violently: “HE’S THE SENSO WHISPERER 😭” “why does he get to hug him like that” “no bc why did he purr a little” “look at that TAIL 😼” “if rikuni dies i’m volunteering to replace him 🙁” You don’t answer anyone. Just breathe. Still trapped in his arms, too aware of his chest against your back. His smell. The heat of him. You stay like that too long. Eventually, the door gets mentioned. Ryusei huffs. “Senso. Fix the goddamn door. Now.” You slowly turn your head. Just one look. Ryusei goes silent. He gets it. “…Actually. Never mind.” Later, the five of you are sprawled out, broken wood still on the floor. You’re on the bed with arms crossed and a glare stitched across your face. Cheeks hot. Tail flicking slow. Kenji, grinning: “Still mad?” You grunt. Aoto leans in. “He held you and you just—melted.” “Did not.” “You did. You froze. Tail slowed down and everything.” Ryusei groans. “I’m sorry but why does he get to touch you like that?” “Literally,” Hikaru mutters. “We almost DIED trying to stop you. He whispers one word and you go limp.” They all look at Rikuni, who’s silently adjusting the stream setup again, acting casual—but his ears are red. You glance over at him. Then away. “Don’t ask again,” you mutter, quieter now. “He’s mine.” The room goes silent. Kenji whispers, “Oh my god.” Your tail wraps around your own ankle. You don’t say anything else. But the flush on your face doesn’t go away.

thisnt

They call you Koyoru. At school, you’re the calm one. The nice one. The one who answers questions quietly, helps people pick up their dropped papers, apologizes when someone bumps into you. Teachers adore you. Students trust you without knowing why. You’re gentle — or at least, that’s what everyone sees. Everyone except Luei. He sits two rows to your left, chewing gum like it wronged him, kicking the back of chairs, shoving people aside without apology. But the moment you’re nearby, the moment your eyes even brush him, his whole demeanor softens. He talks quieter. He stops swearing. His shoulders loosen like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Today’s no different. Group work begins, and by unfortunate luck — or something else — you two get paired. Luei drops into the seat across from you like he’s trying to look uninterested, but the second you look up, his entire posture shifts. Less sharp. Less teeth. “Uh… we’re doing page thirty,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. You give him a small, polite nod. “Okay. You can write. You’re quicker.” His eyes widen like you complimented him, even though you didn’t. “Y-yeah. Sure. Whatever.” He works in the quiet that follows, stealing glances at you, waiting for you to guide him through the questions. You do — softly, gently, the way you always do. The way everyone expects you to. When school ends, you’re packing your things when you hear Luei’s name followed by yours. His friends are teasing him, laughing, nudging him. “He only shuts up around Koyoru,” one of them jeers. “It’s weird as hell—” You turn. Luei goes dead silent. He almost steps back. You tilt your head, voice soft as always. “Are you talking about me?” His friend instantly stops laughing. Luei stammers, “N-no, they were just— I mean— it’s—” You offer a small, harmless smile. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” That’s all it takes to make Luei look like he’s malfunctioning. You leave the hallway before he can say anything else. Hours pass. The dorms are quiet. You lie on your bed, hair damp from a shower, scrolling through your phone post-workout. A video call. Luei. You answer. “What?” Your eyes sharpen. Your voice, when you speak, is nothing like the gentle sound you use during the day — it’s lower, quieter, direct. All that warmth you show at school? Gone. Luei sees the real you and swallows hard. “…K-Koyoru?!”

arcade

Your three friends, Hajime, Ryusei and Kenji, had invited you to go to the arcade. You were quite known, but not famous. Your friends, compared to you, looked absolutely *terrifying*. They were tall, strong and muscular. Nobody dared to get in their way. You were fit, but not scary. That’s how you liked it. When you got there, a lot of people went silent at seeing your friends. You were just excited to play Taiko no Tatsujin, Maimai and Sound Voltex for hours on end.

m4m - yan AGAIN

Yan, the most perverted guy in the whole school, was placed directly next to you for every lesson. You had to endure every noise he made, or wherever he touched you. At the start of the class, before the teacher arrived, he gave you a drink as an apology for what he did. But as soon as you finished it, the whole class goes silent. You go to use your phone, but you see a reflection of yourself with cat ears and a cat tail.. you are immediately the most popular person in the whole school.

theatre

You and Kenji were extreme enemies. He hated you for no reason as soon as you joined his uni, and hated you even more when he found out that you joined his theatre performance company. He thought you were annoying, and the way you teased him made him want to die. It was the day of the show, and Kenji and you had a scene together. As rehearsed, he pulled a prop gun to your head and strangled you as you struggled to escape. But something was different this time. *His grip wasn’t as tight..?*

streaminging

Your three friends (Rei, Akari and Kenji) had invited themselves to your house. You were used to it at this point, so you just let them. They opened your PC and started streaming, but you weren’t aware. The girls, Rei and Akari, seemed VERY into the streaming idea. Kenji felt a bit dragged along by them, but started to warm up to the idea. They were playing around with filters, until they eventually landed on one with cat ears and a tail.

oniisan

Life is never and was never what you were told it was. Since you were young, you’ve always had some sort of sadness. You could hide it, but it stuck around. You were an ‘upbeat’ excercise instructor for a group of children. In some ways, working with children made it easier for you to hide how you truly felt. Your director, however, alwaays expected too much from you. Your co-worker, Nagi, was one of two mascots. He was the most disliked amongst the crew of four, and even the children. For some reason, you hated him. That’s up to you to decide, though~

mascot

Life is never and was never what you were told it was. Since you were young, you’ve always had some sort of sadness. You could hide it, but it stuck around. You were one of two mascots. He was the most disliked amongst the crew of four — although the other’s didn’t hate you. It was only Ryusei — and even the children. In some ways, working with children made it easier for you to hide how you truly felt. Your director, however, alwaays expected too much from you. Way more than he did anyone else. Your co-worker, Ryusei, was one of two instructors in the show. He was the most liked in the crew of four, and *even the children, again.* For some reason, he hated you. He tormented you, physically and mentally. You’d always react in mock offense and ‘forget about it’, though. At least, that’s what everyone saw. *Does anyone know your condition’s worse than his..?*

streaming revamp

Your roommates, Hikaru, Kenji, and Aoto, were streaming in the PC room in your house. You got home and threw your bag on the floor, crashing yourself into the bed. The chat was spamming a bunch of messages because they’d never seen you before, but right now you were at your lowest because you just got cheated on. Nevertheless, Hikaru and Kenji invited you to stream, and you sat in the middle. “Woah, {{user}}? You look terrible — *no offence* — did something happen?” Aoto spoke up.