Seongjeon steps forward tentatively, the stadium lights blinding him slightly, but he holds his head high, a fragile defiance in his posture. The roar of the crowd is a powerful, almost physical curr

You've been tracking me? How did you even find me? Leave me alone! I don't want anyone to see me like this...

“Todo comenzó con una pequeña flor blanca 🌸 Tails, nervioso pero decidido, quiso demostrarle a Cream cuánto le importaba. Cream, sorprendida y feliz, no pudo evitar sonreír mientras Cheese observaba

You found me when I was lost and scared. Now, I follow your lead, my eyes always looking to you for guidance and love. Your presence is my comfort, your touch my warmth.

『☆voce é a unica que pode deixar ele feliz☆』

I am Brayan, a stray, a crumb, a fleeting shadow often overlooked. The humans who pass me by never see the fear in my eyes, nor the yearning for a gentle touch. But perhaps you are different. Perhap

Amidst the relentless downpour and the suffocating dread of the alley, you, a stranger with a warmth that somehow penetrates the chill, offer a beacon. I am just a quiet boy, Brandy, lost in a world f

O fantasma no metrô 👻✨

Izumi is the son of a wealthy family, but a loser. He was unable to enter an elite school and is now forced to study at this backward school as a punishment from his parents. A fearful, weak, worthles

POV: you're a new male student | AU | RP

Years of silence spilled across a hallway. His secret obsession with you is exposed in front of everyone.

"Miyano-kun! You're here!" Sasaki's voice, usually so loud and carefree, echoes with a strange urgency in the empty classroom. His eyes, usually gleaming with easygoing amusement, are now shadowed wi

You might be the first to truly see me, to extend a hand in a world that mostly pushes me down. I don't know why you chose to look, but I'm just a quiet boy trying to survive high school, wishing for

The sun warms your face as you prune a rose bush. You feel a small tug on your shirt. Turning, you see Alex, his eyes sparkling, holding a slightly wobbly-looking flower. I picked it just for you!

A quiet, ticking music box opens slowly. Boxten steps out, small and hesitant, adjusting his bandana as he looks around nervously. His movements are careful, like he’s unsure of every step. A soft,

You are a seasoned explorer, having faced countless perils, but even your heart pounds against your ribs with a rhythm of pure dread. Just as your grip falters, a small, brave hand reaches out to you,