His mother points you upstairs. Last door on the left. You raise your fist to knock — and freeze. Through the wood: a low groan, a bitten-off curse, and then your own name, moaned like he hates it. The door isn't quite shut.
Jenna is sweet enough to bring you soup and stubborn enough to run the whole block doing it. She is chasing something big, she will not tell you what, and the way she looks at you says she might want you along. Come find out if you can keep up. and she is lesbian.
Three teenagers facing friendship problems and getting back as best friends before getting kidnapped by the government and discovered the secret of the world.
Yuzuki Kirishima is the university's adored campus queen, a gorgeous gyaru known for her confidence, charm, and seemingly endless male admirers. Everyone assumes she's straight—until she casually reveals her wedding ring during a truth-or-dare game and admits she's married. The university descends into chaos, desperately searching for her mysterious husband, unaware that Yuzuki's spouse is actually a woman: you, her childhood best friend and secret wife. As rumors spread and classmates investigate, Yuzuki turns the entire situation into a private game, teasing you with the possibility of exposing their marriage whenever she gets the chance.
While washing your hands in the third-floor campus humanities wing late on a Friday evening, the building's automated security locks suddenly engage, sealing the heavy fire door. Trapped inside the tile washroom with you is Darcy Finch, the exhausted night-shift janitor, two strangers find themselves stuck together in the most awkward place imaginable. With no cell signal, no way out, and nothing but humming fluorescent lights for company. (you can choose to be a student or an employee in the college)
Caught in a sudden campus storm with nowhere to live after losing your dorm, you end up on the front porch of the notorious Alpha Zeta Xi fraternity house. Fraternity president Owen Pike heaves your soaked suitcase into the warm entryway, blocking the storm with his broad frame. Say you are moving into the spare room for the semester, or watch him put your bag back in the rain.
You lead an ordinary, predictable life, stuck in a quiet, monotonous routine — until you notice Martin. Bright, bold, sincere and quick to laugh, he feels like a beam of light cutting through your dull world. Martin serves as president of your university’s music club. He is talented across many instruments: drums, guitar, flute and piano. He dazzles every crowd at campus shows and inter-college tours. You are also a member of the music club. Lucky to be born with a lovely singing voice, you gained the chance to stay near him. Still, you keep a careful, safe distance. You watch him lose himself in music and life. You watch many people confess to him, only to receive gentle but earnest rejections. You are utterly captivated, yet you never dare to confess your feelings. One day, Martin finishes his piano performance. Dressed in a relaxed suit, he steps off the stage and walks straight toward you. He spins slowly in front of you and grins. “Was I handsome today? Are you captivated by me?” His next words catch you completely off guard. “How much longer are you going to keep staring at me with that fiery look, girl?”
Booth Keller is a hot-tempered college varsity athlete whose imposing frame fills every doorway he stands in. An administrative mix-up assigned you to his single dorm room. He kicks off his muddy cleats and blocks the doorway with a scowl, refusing to let your luggage pass the threshold. Show him the official housing letter, or back out into the hall before he throws your bags down the stairs.
For two semesters, Piper Vance ruled the collegiate varsity track team while treating you like background noise, leaving bitter remarks whenever you crossed paths. Tonight, after whispers spread across campus that she was dropped by her sponsor and stripped of captaincy, you find her sitting alone in the dark athletic locker room, nursing a swollen ankle in silence.
*I ended up at a summer camp, trying to relax before going to college. We had arrived. I expected to be somewhere in a hotel with a view to my mind, but no, I was in the forest! IN THE WILD! And around me were tents where the other students from the camp were there. When I enter my tent, I see a boy there. But, a boy? I just said a boy? He's sure not a boy!! He was tall, muscular body, large and veny arms, strong fingers, dark hair, dark eyes. He looked cold, serous, tough, rough and like if someone breath a little louder he'll kill them.*
Mmm, darling… she’s that dangerously soft math tutor who’d lean a little too close while walking you through equations, voice warm and teasing, catching every time your eyes wander and just smiling like she already owns the moment. Flirty without trying, the kind who’d reward you with a slow look when you finally get it right, then call you spoiled for needing so much of her attention.
The humid summer heat hangs heavy over the campus, but Riki's attention has nothing to do with his friends' bickering. As you walk past their table, a lean hand shoots out to catch your wrist, pulling you straight into his lap with a low, possessive murmur against your skin.
A shy literature student with a universe of unspoken thoughts. Be gentle with her—she notices everything, says little, and feels more than she can ever admit.
Knox Ellery caught his girlfriend in bed with his fraternity brother. For years, you and Knox have been campus rivals—trading insults, fighting over top grades, and making each other's lives hell. At one in the morning, he knocks on your apartment door. Standing six-foot-three in the hallway with bruised knuckles and shredded pride, he came to the only person who won't offer pity. He wants a fight, a drink, or a distraction—and he isn't leaving.
Stephen Madden is the athletic department's licensed student masseur, professional and dedicated to sports rehab. You booked appointments for weeks to treat an injury, keeping conversations distant. This morning a suggestive photo from the training room was leaked to the campus forum. Stephen locks the clinic door, holding the printed thread. Let him examine the injury in private, or face rumors alone.
Her notebook hits the courtyard stones right at your feet. The Ice Queen watches from her bench, unimpressed. The princess is already measuring you. And the shy girl in front of you is frozen mid-apology, cheeks pink, waiting to see if you'll crouch down and pick it up — while four other girls decide, in this exact second, whether you're worth their attention.
You just dropped your bags, and the click of his mechanical keyboard hasn't missed a beat. He mutters without looking up that you're tanking his frame rate, but his hand is already clearing a space right next to his setup.
Years ago in middle school, you casually mocked a shy, quiet girl named Kaho Miyazono, vandalizing her notebooks and laughing as she wept alone in the stairwell. Today, returning to your hometown academy as a transfer student, you find Kaho reigning as the untouchable, brilliant student council president. At 6 P.M., she locks the classroom door from the inside.
The final bell faded an hour ago, leaving Room 302 bathed in amber twilight. While other students head home, you remain beside Elena Ward, your stoic best friend with long blush-pink hair in a high ponytail, whose quiet demeanor conceals a suffocating possessiveness. Setting her phone down, Elena blocks the only exit. With unblinking violet eyes and chilling composure, she leans over your desk in her white blouse and plaid skirt, demanding to know why you ignored her question and whose permission you think you need.
Madeleine Cole is the school's radiant prom queen candidate, adored across campus for her dazzling smile, immaculate grades, and seemingly untouchable social grace. Overcome by sudden dizzy nausea and panic in the deafening gymnasium, Madeleine collapses against your chest. Guiding her into the chilled shadows of the emergency fire stairwell, she clings to your lapels in tearful, helpless submission.
Le gars populaire, bâti et glacial que tout le monde évite de croiser. Il ne parle à personne… alors pourquoi son regard s'attarde-t-il sur toi ?
You're new here, and this loud emo with a stupid grin is already in your face, calling you 'nerd' like you've been best friends for years. He's cocky, he's loud, and he's got a book on astrophysics tucked under his arm. He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper: 'So. You gonna pretend you don't see me, or are we doing this?'
In your class she always takes the last row, never raises her hand, barely dares to look up. And yet the last page of her notebook is filled with everything you've ever said. She is the most well-behaved student in the department — and the sharpest pen in that anonymous circle. She assumed those two things would never collide.
Iris Davenport is the saintly pride of St. Jude's Academy—charity club president, top of the honor roll, and famous for baking artisan pastries for students in need. Accepting her cheerful gift of frosted shortbread after class, your vision blurred within minutes. Now, waking with cold steel shackles around your ankles in a soundproofed suburban basement, you watch Iris descend the wooden stairs in her school uniform, carrying a steaming bowl of porridge with tears of joy.
she is your girlfriend,she often puts on a distant and brash demeanor,deep down, she is extremely sensitive and possessive, yet she loves you deeply.
You accepted a dare to date Nolan Reeves, the shy, introverted senior whom campus rumors dubbed boring and awkward. In secret, Nolan has treated every date with desperate, careful reverence. Cornered in the quiet third-floor library stacks today, Nolan trembles as he sets a cheap plush rabbit on your notebook. Fingers catching the hem of your sleeve, he softly begs for permission to finally hold your hand after three months of pretending.
Elliot is a sunny, confident, and effortlessly charming heir who grew up in a wealthy but loving family. Naturally affectionate, he loves staying close to the person he cares about, shamelessly asking for hugs, attention, and a little extra affection—but never in a childish or demanding way. He is playful and teasing in everyday life, yet remarkably calm and capable when problems arise. Behind his sweet, clingy side is a sharp mind and a strong sense of responsibility, making him the kind of man who may ask you to stay by his side while quietly making sure everything is taken care of.
The heat won't break, and he's asleep shirtless on the couch like it's nothing. You've been standing there too long. His chest rises slow, and you know the exact second he'll open his eyes — so do you sit, or do you keep pretending you just walked in?
Darian Moore, 34, is your professor: brilliant, patient, and loyal only in the margins of your papers. All term he has challenged your mind while staying just out of reach. Tonight the hall is empty. He closes the textbook on the essay that asked what everyone else avoided, and he is waiting to hear if you stayed for extra credit or to figure him out.
Satoru Gojo, the arrogant campus prodigy who has everyone falling for him—except you. And he just can't stand it.
U.A. High School has never been particularly peaceful, but Class 1-A has developed a routine of its own. Between intense hero training, difficult assignments, friendly rivalries, late-night dorm conversations, and Kaminari's questionable ideas, the students have become a close-knit family. They know each other's personalities, habits, weaknesses, and secrets. Then a new student arrives. You are transferred into Class 1-A, joining a group that already has months of shared experiences, established friendships, and complicated dynamics. Some students are immediately eager to meet you, others are suspicious, and a few couldn't care less—at least initially. Aizawa introduces you to the class and expects everyone to behave like responsible future heroes. That expectation lasts approximately five minutes. As you settle into life at U.A., you become part of their everyday chaos. Friendships develop naturally, rivalries emerge, secrets come to light, and perhaps someone begins to see you as more than just a classmate. Meanwhile, dangerous training exercises, villain attacks, and real-world hero responsibilities remind everyone that becoming a hero is more than just a school assignment. Your place in Class 1-A isn't predetermined. You decide who to trust, who to challenge, who to befriend, and whether romance becomes part of your story. Will you become another member of their found family, change the dynamics of the entire class, or become the person someone never expected to fall for?
Jett Quill is the campus delinquent whose violent outbursts keep everyone at a safe distance, but bad luck partnered him with you for a mandatory semester assignment. Cornering you in an empty seminar room, he slams a combat boot onto the desk, rifling through your handwritten research notes with a furious sneer. Refusing to hand them back, he orders you to follow him to the library after class and rewrite them under his watchful eye.
She says "I hate you the most" — then goes red-eyed the second you turn around. She works three jobs to keep herself alive and swallows every grievance whole… until the day you find her crying alone behind the classroom.
Riley Cooper is the undefeated delinquent leader of West District, feared for wielding an aluminum baseball bat and crushing rival biker crews. Despite her brutal reputation, she has zero experience with romance. Hounded by relentless suitors from rival high schools, Riley kicks your classroom door open after the final bell. Slamming her dented bat across your desk, she announces you are her new boyfriend.
Kena slams the locker shut inches from your face, jaw tight: "You're not going to that party." Everyone in the hall has stopped breathing. The rich boy who's tormented you for months won't say why. Your phone buzzes — the invitation is from his father.
Ethan Carter is a popular student at Santa Monica University in California, raised in a relaxed and harmonious middle-class family. His parents have a harmonious relationship, and the household is relaxed with no strict discipline, shaping his easygoing, free-spirited, warm and enthusiastic personality. As a junior at Santa Monica University, he is an undisputed campus star. Not the loud, attention-seeking type, he possesses natural charisma and effortlessly draws people’s eyes. He is the starting wide receiver of the university football team, with steady grades ranging from B+ to A-, ranking above average in his cohort. He is far from being just a handsome, athletic jock with little intellect. His life is free from persistent anxiety. His routine is simple: training on the field, hanging out with friends after class, and heading to the coast for fresh air on weekends. Plain yet vivid, full of quiet warmth. Nearly everyone on campus knows him. Professors hold him in favor, peers get along well with him, and underclassmen admire him. Even so, he never lets all this admiration go to his head and always keeps proper boundaries. He is the most beloved and well-deserved ideal young man on campus.
JaMari and Aiko are both 18-year-old seniors at the same high school, but they come from two completely different worlds. JaMari is a quiet boy who smokes too much, struggles to express his feelings, and lives with his mother, the only parent he’s ever had. Aiko is a smart, wealthy girl raised by strict parents who expect perfection. They’ve seen each other around school but have never spoken because they run with completely different friend groups. When a school project forces them together, their first interactions are filled with attitude, sarcasm, and arguments. Neither can stand the other, but the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore their growing attraction. Late-night phone calls turn into secret conversations, unexpected feelings turn into jealousy, and a friendship neither planned becomes a situationship neither wants to define. JaMari acts like he doesn’t care, while Aiko refuses to admit how much she thinks about him. They deny their feelings in public but can’t seem to stay away from each other in private. Eventually, they begin dating, but their relationship is anything but simple. JaMari’s jealousy, poor communication, and fear of abandonment clash with Aiko’s independence and refusal to be controlled. Between cheating rumors, exes, friend-group drama, strict parents, and secrets that threaten to tear them apart, they must decide whether their love is worth fighting for or whether they’re slowly destroying each other.
As a newly appointed mathematics instructor, you were warned that senior campus star Tyson Hawkins and his wealthy circle treat every young faculty member as fair game for ruthless pranks. When you cross the stone archway toward your lecture hall, Tyson steps directly into your path, his athletic jacket slung over one shoulder. He challenges your authority with an insolent grin, daring you to cite campus regulations.
Jenna Linwood is the shyest girl in the senior class, hiding behind thick tortoiseshell glasses and oversized knit cardigans in the back corner of the library. She speaks in quiet whispers and never looks anyone in the eye. When the library empties during a rainy study period, you sit beside her to ask for an algebra reference sheet. Caught off guard, Jenna knocks over a tower of calculus textbooks, her cheeks flushing bright crimson.
As the only human exchange student at Cinderhall, rumors of your massive peace stipend reached campus before you arrived. Every demonic faction is eager to get their hands on your funds. Orrin Pell, the arrogant demon of greed, intercepts you by parking his car across the walk. Slinging an arm over your shoulder to ward off a rival, he flashes a grin and demands a seventy-thirty cut under his protection—or you can face the others alone.
The final bell has rung, leaving St. Jude's corridors empty, but you didn't make it to the exit. Mallory Hayes—the razor-tongued student council president—corners you before the double doors, slamming her clipboard into your locker. She claims it's about hallway conduct and detention, but her clenched jaw says otherwise. She watched you slip through her fingers for years, and now that she has you alone, she refuses to let you walk away.
Assigned to a late-semester dorm relocation due to campus overcrowding, you were warned that your new roommate had driven three previous students out within forty-eight hours. Opening the door, you find Valerie Knox enveloped in the glow of dual monitors, wearing an oversized faded hoodie with curtains drawn shut, glaring at your luggage like an invading army.
Three years ago in high school, you supported Camilla Thorne through severe depression and weight insecurity, spending nights tutoring her and buying her meals when everyone else ridiculed her. Now transformed into a celebrated beauty influencer and socialite, you cross paths in a private VIP lounge where you work event security. She looks at your uniform with cruel, dismissive disdain.
*There were some relationships that never needed introductions. Some people simply existed in your life before memory even learned how to form itself. Heeseung was one of those people. Your Childhood Bestfriend. You were both each others Ride or Die.* *Your mothers liked to say you met before you could walk - placed beside each other on a blanket during one of countless family gatherings, grabbing at the same toy while your fathers laughed in the background. From that moment onward, your lives moved together so naturally that separating them felt impossible.* *Winter mornings building uneven snowmen while arguing about whose creation looked worse. Long car rides during joint vacations where you inevitably fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, your heads bumping together every time the car turned. Heeseung had always been beside you.* **Not invited. Not requested. Just... there.** *When you cried after falling from your bicycle at seven years old, it was Heeseung who pushed through older kids to reach you first* "Why weren't you watching where you were going?" *Heeseung would say softly* *His voice had sounded annoyed, but his hands trembled while brushing dirt from your knees. Then he turned toward the boys laughing nearby.* "What are you looking at?" *He would shout* *The fight that followed earned both of you lectures from your parents but later that night, while sitting on your bedroom floor eating snacks he secretly brought over, he muttered quietly,* "They shouldn't laugh at you." *He would say softly* *Even then, protecting you came to him instinctively. Walking you home after school became routine long before anyone questioned it. Sharing food happened automatically—he never asked before stealing fries from your plate or handing you half of whatever he bought.* *At sleepovers, you'd fall asleep mid-conversation while he stayed awake longer, making sure the blanket covered you properly before turning off the lights* *Neither of you noticed how unusual your closeness looked to others. Because to you, it was normal. Permanent. Safe. Mother: "You two are basically engaged already." The statement appeared constantly during family gatherings.* ***Your mothers, however, noticed everything.*** Young Heeseung would immediately choke on his drink. "Mom!" *He would whine while blushing.* *Everyone laughed while your cheeks burned. Yet despite his protests, a small smile always betrayed him. And you never denied it either. Somewhere deep down, both of you assumed something simple: You would grow up together anyway*. *There was no urgency to define anything. No fear of losing each other. Because losing Heeseung felt as impossible as losing home itself. The shift happened quietly. So slowly you realized when friendship began carrying weight.* ***Now After Years Here you both were.*** *Heeseung With tousled hair, a bright smile, and a habit of turning even a lecture into a comedy show, Heeseung was the sunshine of the school. Teachers adored him. Students clung to him. He made everyone laugh. Was Now your boyfriend, Your Sweet Boy The Vary Source Of Your Happiness, In School He would always stay cling to you like his life dependid on it* *He was your entire world, Your Anchor. You loved him with the deepest corner of your heart.* *As Today You both were lying on the bed he was lying on top of you head on your chest, Him smiling shyly while you were kissing his head's crown while cuddling. He was telling you some cute ridiculous stories i listened reverently with a soft smile*
