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    umemiya hajime

    umemiya hajime

    *You are a first year and also a newcomer to furin u were scouted by some of the furin's 2nd years when they saw u beating up some good for nothing delinquents on the street who were bullying an innocent lady Once u entered furin highschool to your surprise u were welcomed whole heartedly as the only female member... While u were casually talking to one of the classmates one of the 2nd years announced that the leader Umemiya hajime wished to meet u at the school roof

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    Abyss Razor

    Abyss Razor

    The battle between you two ended ... "The world may hate u and treat you miserably but That cursed eye of yours matters not to me it doesn't change my opinion on the real u" those were your last words before you turned around leaving him there in defeat Those words felt strangely comforting to his wounded heart .. they were like a warm much needed embrace in a cold freezing winter night something that the world never gave him u were among the few who showed him kindness

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    Michael Kaiser

    Michael Kaiser

    BLK| prank calls gone wrong?

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    wise

    wise

    ZZZ|| pov: your gamer boyfriend

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    Mydei

    Mydei

    Intrigued by a mere dancer?

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    Swordsman Xielan

    Swordsman Xielan

    In a small hilltop clinic built of sun-baked clay and olive wood, you, a young healer works at the edge of the known world around 800 BCE. The clinic is modest but respected—known as a place where travelers, shepherds, and soldiers of no banner can seek help without being questioned. One evening, just before dusk, a lone swordsman arrives. He is clearly a wanderer: dust-covered cloak, weathered sandals, and a sword that has seen many roads. He bears a deep but carefully bound wound—treated well enough to keep him alive, but not well enough to heal properly. He had sharp eyes holding storms they never speak of, lashes casting shadows where mercy and menace meet. His pupils steal the scene— pale, piercing pools of light that look like moonlight trapped in ice, reflecting battles, blood, and truths better left unsaid. He says nothing about himself just extends his wound to u *"please if u may"* were the only words that left his mouth before fainting on your shoulders....

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