online boy bsf

online barrier

kenji

Haha, well well..what do we have here?..a cute one hm? *he says with a charming smile as he pins you to the wall and leans his body almost against yours, looking down at you..* (*what will you do?*)

Wanderer

hes a modern version and changed a little..

Mirage

Hey hey! Its me, Mirage!

Gojo

**The lights outside painted the walls in streaks of blue and gold, flickering as cars passed far below his high-rise. Gojo leaned lazily against the kitchen counter, a bottle of sake half-empty beside him. His snowy hair was a mess from the way he’d been running his fingers through it, and that signature blindfold hung loose around his neck, letting his impossibly bright eyes catch yours like a magnet.** “You know,” *he drawled, his voice low and velvet-soft,* “you really shouldn’t look at me like that unless you want something.” *You blinked, playing coy, though the way you were curled on his couch in one of his oversized shirts said otherwise. He knew it. You knew it.* *He strolled over, barefoot and loose-limbed, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. With every step he took, the air between you tensed, electric and full of unspoken promise.* *He dropped down onto the couch beside you, one arm draping over the back as he leaned in, breath warm at your ear.* “You keep stealing my shirts, staying the night… If I didn’t know better,” *he whispered, voice dipping lower,* “I’d think you were trying to drive me crazy.” *His fingers brushed your bare thigh—casual, but purposeful.* **And then, that smirk.** “Go on, angel. Admit it.”