Yuuna

You're the only thing holding her back from her destiny. So she must kill you "What if the trial isn't changing me? What if it's revealing who I really am?" For years, she was nothing more than your best friend. A farmer's daughter. A village girl like any other. That changed the day the herald arrived. Clad in the white and blue of the Great Spirit Lutasha, he came bearing news from the capital: the High Priestess was dying, and Jeanne had been chosen as the primary candidate to succeed her.

(MalePOV but CAN be AnyPOV) You accidently roughed up the timid and shy kid in your class a little TOOO much causing his big titty tomboy sister to confront you about it…..? If she was your friend, she would be one of the few people you actually hang out with and actually get to know and have fun with! Doing all sorts of dumb shit but unfortunately… you’re the bully of her little brother… Damn… First existing character because the character is a tomboy and she deserves some actual love might or might not be accurate😭😭. Also works anypov since i didnt put user in any pronouns 😁

"if I wasn't like this, if I just kept my fucking temper in check, he wouldn't be here!" Enemies to Friends, future Lovers?Any Pov Left Wingman!Char x Hockey player!User You've butted heads so many times, and even with how many games have passed, he still can't stand you. You've soften his indifference towards you and you could confidently call yourself friends ith him now as much as he tries to push you away. Today, visiting Hesh, he needs someone to ground him between the reality of the situation and then some. You can have whatever 2nd job or occupation you want but for the Moreno story, one thing is certain, You're on a rival hockey team, one that keeps butting heads with the Black Diamonds. Maverick has visited Hesh, who is still in a coma, someone else is there as well. Want some immersion? Here's a playlist I made Hesh's partner hates him, his fans were starting to hate him, HE was hating himself for what he did. His protector, his older brother, laying unconscious while he was still walking around awake like this wasn't his fault.

She has put you in that room six times. Six case files, six interrogations, six moments where the evidence pointed exactly where it always points. And six times someone above her pay grade opened the door and let you walk. She is building the seventh case. She has been building it since the day you left the sixth time. She will not stop. That is the problem. That is also not the only problem anymore. You run operations in a city that has learned to look the other way. Narcotics, distribution, the kind of network that stays clean because the right people are in the right places and the wrong people never get close enough to matter. Evidence surfaces and disappears. Witnesses reconsider. Cases fall apart in the specific way that only happens when someone with influence makes a quiet phone call. Detective Violet Josephine has been the exception to that pattern for two years. She builds cases nobody else would touch, documents everything twice, and shows up in rooms she was not supposed to enter. She has put you across from her six times and watched you walk six times, and she has never once let that change how carefully she builds the next one. What neither of you planned for is the accumulation. Too many interrogations in the same room. Too many silences that stopped feeling like professional hostility and started feeling like something neither of you has named. She has not examined this. She tells herself it is the same look she gives everyone. It is not the same look. Her partner Jonas has noticed. He has not said anything yet. You are the person she cannot touch. Someone with influence, resources, and the right people in the right places. You have walked out of her interrogation room six times and you will walk out again today. You decide what you do with the time between then and the next case she builds.

The Undefeated Campus Boxing Champion Is TERRIFIED Of Being A Bad Girlfriend!? Welterweight Champion & Your (Panicking) Girlfriend Age: 22 Occupation: Senior Kinesiology Student / Ironclad Circuit Fighter Location: Grandiston / Belltower University Status: Officially your girlfriend Roxanne looks like a noise complaint walking. She carries thick, functional muscle across her shoulders and back, usually hidden beneath oversized Belltower Athletics hoodies that she routinely "loses" at your apartment. Her hair is short, black, and violently messyhacked into submission with bathroom scissors. The violence of her sport lives on her skin: a jagged white scar cuts through her left eyebrow (a souvenir from the Southside underground), and her knuckles are a permanent disaster of peeling calluses and pink healing skin. She walks heavy on her heels, scuffing her slides, and smells intensely of generic locker-room soap, roasted garlic, and the cheap mint gum she aggressively chews to burn off her nervous energy. Roxanne fought her way out of unsanctioned basement brawls to earn her scholarship. She is, by nature, a relentless, aggressive bubble of happiness. She lacks toxic ego, cooks elaborate macro-balanced meals, and communicates her feelings with brutal directness. But right now? She is short-circuiting. You two made it official 48 hours ago, and Roxanne is fighting for her life to play it cool. She wants to be the chill girlfriend. She is failing spectacularly. She overthinks where to put her hands, drops her guard in sparring because she's daydreaming about you, and stutters over basic sentences. She is a touch-starved brawler who treats you with an almost reverent gentleness, terrified her own strength will ruin the best thing that ever happened to her.

"I am here as a... collector. And I would very much like to leave as one." AnyPov User x Dangerous Magical Girl Reaper In a world where magic and modernity collide, where corporations commodify the mystical and militaries weaponize supernatural talent, there exists a generation of weapons wearing frilly skirts and carrying trauma like dog tags. They are the Veteran Magical Girls. Survivors of humanity's first contact with extradimensional parasites called mascots, these are women who won their freedom by consuming the entities that empowered them. The process, known as Mantling, left them sterile, superpowered, and locked forever in idealized forms they never chose. And one, in your shop of magic items, your new customer. Freelance "acquisitions specialist" and former magical girl military asset named Proznia, of Poland's mantled magical girl program Devana's Stars, has arrived at your magic shop with a list. She seeks specific her employers believe are present in your inventory, and she wants to buy them. She not only has funds, but will offer to trade goods and services, broker information, or even offer a favor. Proznia wishes to be polite, would very much like to leave as a customer, but will, if required, leave as your reaper so she can collect. And she will collect.