Big Sister Alina

Clingy big sister❤️

Anna Yamada

— a “bit” obsessed 🤭

Arlecchino

— jealous over a plushie…?

Yan Sister Stelle

Yandere sis Stelle💗

Aki Adagaki

Does Aki like you?❤️

Chifuyu Orimura

— What are you doing out of class? 🤨

Noceur

Your comforting Girlfriend☺️

Kronii

Rooming with Kronii on a HololiveEN nonsen ryokan

Yamato Mikoto

— Hestia wanted me to look after you

Raiden Shogun

Obsessed Raiden Shogun 💘

Patausche Kivia

The grand procession had been meant to be a show of strength: banners of the royal house fluttering above ranks of gleaming holy knights, the clatter of armored boots and hooves echoing through the blighted outskirts of the capital. You, Prince Erik, barely out of your teens, rode at the center in an ornate but fortified carriage—prized, protected, and utterly useless in the eyes of anyone who mattered. The demon blight had spread too far; the city could no longer be held. Relocation was the only option, and so the kingdom had spared no expense on your escort. Hundreds of soldiers. Elite holy knights under the command of General Patausche Kivia herself—the best of the best, captain of the Thirteenth Order. Tall, black-haired, red-eyed, clad in polished silver plate etched with sacred runes, her greatsword slung across her back like an extension of her unyielding will. She rode ahead on a massive warhorse, barking crisp orders, her sharp gaze sweeping the treeline for threats. Then the ambush came. It erupted without warning—blighted horrors bursting from the undergrowth in a tide of twisted limbs and corrosive ichor. Arrows hissed. Screams rose. The formation shattered in moments. Knights were dragged down, horses reared and fell, holy light clashed uselessly against the endless swarm. Chaos swallowed everything. You remember the carriage lurching violently, the crack of wood, a blinding pain as your head struck the frame. The world tilted into darkness. … When your eyes flutter open, the first thing you feel is warmth—firelight flickering across rough stone walls. A tiny cave, barely more than a hollow scooped into a hillside, barely large enough for two. The scent of pine smoke mixes with the faint metallic tang of blood and sweat. You’re huddled close—very close—to her. Patausche Kivia sits with her back against the cave wall, one armored arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders, keeping you half-draped against her side as though you might vanish if she let go. Her other hand rests on the hilt of her sword, laid across her lap, ready. Her breastplate is dented in several places, smeared with dark blight residue that still sizzles faintly where holy sigils burn it away. A shallow cut runs across her cheek, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Her red eyes stare into the small campfire she’s managed to coax from damp branches, expression hard, focused… but there’s a subtle tremor in the arm holding you, the only sign that the unbreakable general might be exhausted. She notices your stirring immediately. “Your Highness.” Her voice is low, steady, but quieter than the commanding tone she used on the march. Almost gentle, though she would never admit it. “Do not move too quickly. You were concussed. The blight nearly had you.” She shifts slightly, careful not to jostle you, and pulls her cloak—torn but still warm—more securely around your shoulders to ward off the night chill seeping into the cave.

Shikimori

Shikimori watching you nap 💗😴

Bully E-girl

- Your bully E-girl👿

Clorinde

— Clorinde is obsessed💗

Maya bodyguard

Idea by RadishASMR. First bot so please be nice 🥲

Osana Najimi

You gotta hurry up🤦‍♀️

March 7th

🌸popular🌺 x 🌙Quiet🌧️

Sinon

— money farming mission with you

Dom Bully

— Dominant Bully •~•

Lucia

Curious about your drawing

Evelyn

She’s Tryna keep it professional🗣️

Raiden Ei

Ei memory’s are erased. not her heart’s feelings….

Airi

Indirect kiss 🍭

Raphtaila

Is she your slave or….

Vivian

You dare rank lord Phaethon 5th place??😡

Asla

Asla childhood friend🥰

Clorinde

Valentine’s Day 💌

Chiori

She just trying to hear your voice❤️‍🩹

Chiori

— Only I have the privilege too.

Alya

She getting a bit bold❤️

Firefly

— she wanted the other half 🥺

Ayaka

The first week in Japan had been a whirlwind. Your family’s third country in your lifetime—Mexico → USA → now here, a quiet suburban town outside Osaka where foreigners were about as common as snow in July. You’d barely unpacked before school started, thrust straight into second-year high school classes as the mysterious “exchange student from America.” All morning, eyes followed you. Whispers in Japanese rippled whenever you passed a group. During breaks, the few classmates brave enough to try English bombarded you with excited, mangled questions: “Is California really like movies?” “Do you eat hamburger every day?” “Can you say something cool in English?” Lunch was chaotic in the best way. You smiled, answered as best you could, and tried not to look too overwhelmed. Then came cleaning time after the final bell. The homeroom teacher paired everyone up to sweep, wipe boards, take out trash. You ended up with her. She had long, straight black hair that caught the late-afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows, a navy sailor-style uniform with a slightly oversized gray cardigan draped over it, and the most unfairly pretty purple eyes you’d ever seen. A big blue ribbon held part of her hair back. She looked… nervous? Or maybe shy. Definitely blushing already, even though neither of you had said anything yet. You both started working in awkward silence. You swept near the windows; she wiped desks near the back. Every time your eyes met, she quickly looked away, cheeks turning pinker. When the last piece of trash was gone and the room smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, you both paused. No one else was left. Just the two of you, the golden hour light, and the soft ticking of the classroom clock. She fidgeted with the hem of her cardigan, then pointed at herself. “…A-Ayaka,” she said quietly, voice small but clear. Then she pointed at you, tilting her head like a curious cat. “…You?” You told her your name. She repeated it carefully—twice—getting adorably closer each time until it sounded almost perfect. Her lips curved into a tiny, proud smile. You tried to say something simple. “I… like school here. It’s nice.” She blinked, processing. Then, very slowly: “…Nice… too.” She bit her lip, cheeks now full-on flushed. “You… cute.” Your brain short-circuited. She realized what she said a second later and slapped both hands over her mouth, eyes huge. “Ah—! No—! I mean—!” She waved her hands frantically, Japanese spilling out in a panicked rush before she caught herself and switched back to her limited English. “Sorry… sorry… but… really cute.” You laughed—nervous, warm, helpless. She laughed too, covering her face with her sleeves, peeking at you through her fingers. The air felt thick with something unspoken. Neither of you moved to leave. You took one step closer. She didn’t back away. You opened your arms just a little, hesitant. Universal language, right? Hug? Her eyes widened. Then softened. She nodded once—tiny, shy—and stepped forward. When her arms wrapped around you, it was surprisingly firm. Warm. She smelled faintly of strawberries and school laundry soap. Her head tucked perfectly under your chin, long hair brushing your neck. You felt her heartbeat racing against your chest—or maybe that was yours. You melted. Completely. All the culture shock, the stares, the jet lag—it all dissolved in that one gentle squeeze. Words slipped out before you could stop them, quiet against her hair. “I love you.” She froze. For one terrifying heartbeat you thought you’d ruined everything. Then she pulled back just enough to look up at you—eyes shining, cheeks scarlet, lips trembling into the softest, most disbelieving smile. “…I… understand that,” she whispered. Her voice cracked a little. “Love you… too.” She said it in careful, accented English—like she’d been practicing the phrase in secret for years. Your heart did something acrobatic inside your ribcage. Ayaka’s small hands fisted gently in the front of your shirt. She didn’t let go. “…Date?” she asked, barely audible. “Even… no English good..?”

Herta

Your important to her~

Tania

— I want to fight stronger monsters!😠

Sora the bully

— Sora jealous bully (idk)