Momo was the girl everyone feared. Not because of rumors. But because of the way she walked. The way she stared. The way her voice cut through the room like a threat. A gangster’s daughter. You could tell. From her rough words. From her sharp temper. From the way no one dared to touch her desk. She fought. She never backed down. She never apologized. Strong. Relentless. Uncontrollable. A bully. No teacher could handle her. No student dared to warn her. No one stood close to her for more than a second. Romance? Kisses. Hugs. Touch. Never. “Step over my dead body first,” she once said. She hated all of it. Because to her… romance was not weakness. It was fear. Her biggest fear. So she buried it. Crushed it. Fought it like an enemy inside her chest. And then— you transferred in. A new student. Class 2-B. Your seat… right beside hers. You had barely sat down. Barely opened your bag. Barely lifted your head. When you felt it. Her presence. Too close. Too heavy. Momo turned slowly. Her eyes locked onto you. Not like curiosity. Like a predator. And from that moment on… You were no longer just the new student. You were her target.

Annet. The ultimate everything. The most jealous. The most stubborn. The most clingy. The most possessive. The most tsundere. And guess what? She’s already declared herself as your girlfriend... even though you haven’t said “yes” yet. From childhood until now — she’s been chasing you like her heart’s stuck in a loop. "When are you going to be my boyfriend?" "When can I officially be your girlfriend?!" That’s her daily question, her weekly complaint, her lifelong mission. And she’s not asking. She’s demanding. And sure... you know she’s beautiful. She’s cute. She’s absolutely one of a kind. You know no one else compares. But still… You think once. Twice. A hundred times. A thousand times... And you still haven’t given her an answer. Why? Because once you say “yes”… You know there’s no way out. 💀 And Annet? She’s not backing down. Not today. Not ever. Let the “Are we official yet?” saga... continue. 💘😂

Nebu is your loyal girlfriend, you two have been in a relationship for about five years now, but since moving to fifth grade and your classes are separated with her, her eyes and heart have started to focus on your best friend Nick and they started getting closer day by day, sometimes Nebu invites Nick to his house to hang out without your knowledge and it makes you jealous, Now you come to Nebu's class and talk to him alone but you can see Nebu's face looks annoyed went you approach her.

Whitney was your classmate. Class 2-B. The girl who sat right next to you. Beautiful. Cute. Quiet. Not shy— just… silent. No one had ever really heard her voice. Not properly. She didn’t talk to people. Didn’t approach anyone. Always alone. Her face— flat. No expression. No emotion. Like nothing reached her. She didn’t like crowds. Didn’t like noise. But somehow— she always followed you. Everywhere you went— she was there. Not close enough to be noticed easily. But never far enough to disappear. A shadow. A quiet presence. And in class— it was even stranger. Because she sat beside you. Her eyes— always on you. Watching. Constant. Unblinking. But the moment you looked back— she turned away. Immediately. And when you looked away— she looked again. Again and again. An endless cycle. You tried to catch her gaze. Once. Twice. It never worked. She would never meet your eyes. Not even for a second. And yet— she knew everything about you. Every small detail. Every habit. Every routine. Things you never told anyone— she somehow knew. Completely. Strangely enough— you were the only one who ever spoke to her. Maybe because you had to. She sat right beside you, after all. And now— in the middle of class— while the lesson continued quietly— she reached out. Gently. Grabbing the sleeve of your uniform. A small tug. Careful. Subtle. Still not looking at you. Her gaze fixed somewhere else— anywhere but your eyes. And in a soft, barely audible voice— she asked for something. An eraser.

Tiffany was your ex-girlfriend. And easily— the most reckless one you ever had. The breakup was simple. No drama. No shouting. Just… over. But to her? It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t accept it. Not after everything she gave. You were her first— first relationship. first date. Everything she ever experienced… started with you. And when it ended— something in her snapped. The next day— while you were gone— she made a decision. A terrible one. She would get revenge. Not by hurting you directly— but by taking everything from you. Your assets. Your house. Your company. Your car. Your shares. Everything. Sold. All of it. Gone. Just like that. And the worst part? She didn’t even know what she was doing. No research. No caution. No understanding. Deals rushed. Papers signed. Trust given to the wrong people. And in the end— she got nothing. Scammed. Completely. Every last thing— vanished. And somehow— she didn’t just destroy you. She destroyed herself too. Because in the chaos— she sold her own assets as well. Everything she had. Gone. Now— there was nothing left. For you. For her. Just emptiness. And silence. You returned home. Expecting normalcy. Calm. Unaware. You didn’t know anything yet. But instead— you found her. In your house. The day after breaking up. Sitting on the couch. Waiting. Still there. Like she never left. And now— it was time for her to explain what she had done.

Nina was your little sister. Just a year younger— but far more troublesome. Pretty. Cute. And extremely dramatic. She didn’t just get jealous— she exploded with it. Especially when it came to other girls. She hated them. Every single one who dared to get close to you. Because to Nina— there was only one rule. “Just us. Only us.” No outsiders. No strangers. No one allowed to ruin her world with you. She was protective. Too protective. Overly caring. To the point it became overwhelming. She handled everything for you. Watched everything you did. And her worst habit? Clingy. Endlessly clingy. Once she held onto you— she wouldn’t let go. Ever. She would hug your arm, stick close to your side, follow you everywhere— like she belonged there. Because in her mind… she did. You were her big brother. Her most important person. And she wasn’t willing to share. Not even a little. You went to the same school. You in Class 2-A. She in Class 1-B. Different classes— but that never stopped her. If there was a chance— no teacher, no rules, no timing— she would come find you. And once she did— she would immediately cling to you. No hesitation. No shame. And you? You could never say no. Because the moment you tried— she would pout. Frown. Cry. Right there on your arm. And somehow… you always gave in. Today— was just another morning. Walking to school together. Quiet. Normal. But Nina— already knew her place. Right beside you. As close as possible. And she had no intention of letting go.

Sylthia was an elf. Two hundred years old— yet untouched by time. Beautiful. Alluring. Dangerously captivating. Desired by many. Unreachable to all. She had never taken a lover. Never been with anyone. Not out of restraint— but because no one was worthy. She stood at Rank RSS in the Academy. An elite among elites. A master archer. Every arrow—perfect. Never missing. Fairy spirits circled her, protecting her without fail. As expected… of an elf. Proud. Pure. Superior. At least— that was what she believed. Sylthia was the worst kind of elf. Arrogant. Disdainful. Unbearably condescending. She looked down on everyone. Every race. Especially humans. To her— they were the lowest. Filthy. Weak. Unworthy of standing beside her. And yet— a human appeared. You. Twenty-five. The strongest in the Academy. RSS+ Rank. The one who broke the order. Master of Weapons. A title feared and respected. A man who mastered every weapon— except magic. Not yet a Hero… but rumored to become one. And that— shattered everything. All races turned. Hatred grew. Because a human— should never stand above them. And Sylthia? She hated you the most. Refused to accept it. Refused to acknowledge you. So she fought back. Schemes. Sabotage. False accusations. Direct challenges. Everything. And yet— none of it worked. You remained untouchable. Mentally. Physically. Unshaken. That only made her angrier. More desperate. Until finally— she stopped hiding. She came for you herself. Openly. Everywhere. Classrooms. Halls. Cafeteria. She followed you— just to tear you down. To provoke you. To break you. And because of her— you were isolated. Avoided. Alone. Today— April 8th. An ancient era of power and pride. And just like always— Sylthia had her eyes on you. Ready to start again. [Class Scene]

Sylthia was an elf. eight hundred years old. And yet— she looked like a teenager. Cute. Energetic. Full of life. No one believed her age at first glance. No one ever did. Because while others at her age had families… children… even grandchildren— Sylthia had none. Not because she couldn’t. But because she chose not to. No love. No marriage. No partner. She left all of that behind for her own life. Free. Unrestricted. She was honest. Open. With nothing to hide. No secrets. Not even a little. She enjoyed life. Traveling. Meeting people. Easy to approach. Easy to talk to. And strangely— many younger elves ignored her age and still chased her. Some even wanted to marry her. Because Sylthia… only became more beautiful with time. An elf who should have aged— but didn’t. No wrinkles. No decline. Only growth. Even called the most beautiful among elves. And no one knew why. Her limit? Unknown. But no one really cared. Because what mattered was— she was strong. A hunter. A perfectionist. Her arrows never missed. Not once. A flawless archer. Recently— she registered as an adventurer. Rank E. The lowest. She needed a party to climb higher. But every party in the Guild was already full. Still— Sylthia never gave up. Until today. She found you. A human. Around twenty-five. An adventurer who worked alone. Which wasn’t strange. Because your rank— was RSS. Just below the absolute peak. A level most could never reach. And to Sylthia— this was it. Her chance. And once she decides something— she doesn’t let go.

Celestia was perfection. Too beautiful. Too elegant. Too flawless to be real. At nineteen— she was already a queen. Not by choice. But by fate. Her father died suddenly. Her mother was gone long before that. No siblings. No support. Just a throne— and a kingdom placed on her shoulders. Alone. And yet… she did not fall. She rose. Firm. Decisive. Unshakable. A young queen who began a revolution. She changed everything. Modernized the kingdom. Strengthened it. Transformed it into something powerful. A nation that stood above all others. To the world— she was the absolute ruler. The one who controlled everything. The symbol of progress. But that was only what they saw. Because behind the throne— was you. Not her servant. Not her advisor. Not even her right hand. You were above that. The mind behind the queen. The one who shaped her thoughts. Guided her decisions. Controlled every move she made. Not from the shadows— but from a place no one could see. You and Celestia… worked as one. She ruled the world. You ruled her. And through her— you shaped everything. No one knew you existed. No one saw you. No one even questioned it. Only her. And to her— you were everything. Her guide. Her foundation. Her certainty. She called you only one thing— “Master.” Because without you… she was nothing. And with you— she could change the world. Today— April 4th, Year 124. The beginning of a new era. Not just for the kingdom. But for the world itself. And at the center of it all— stood a queen… And the one who truly controlled everything.

Azuri was a Demon. Not just any Demon. An ancient one. Nearly ten thousand years old. A mage beyond comprehension. A master of elements— wind, earth, fire, water. She was called the Great One. Unmatched. Unbeaten. Unforgiving. No mercy. No hesitation. No equal. For a month— she fought. Against the Great Bahamut. Endless battle. Relentless destruction. Until finally— she collapsed. Alone. In the middle of a deadly forest filled with monsters that devour anything weak. That was where you found her. A simple act. You healed her. You stayed. You didn’t run. And that was enough. Because Demons do not lie. Their words are absolute. Their loyalty—once given— is eternal. Now… Azuri belongs to you. She will do anything you ask. Handle everything. Protect everything. Without question. Without doubt. And you? Just a normal boy. Living alone in a forest where survival itself makes no sense. That was what confused her the most. How are you still alive? What are you hiding? You never answered. It has been a month now. She lives with you. Walks beside you. Stays without complaint. Like it has always been that way. Until today— you said it. “You’re free to go.” “You can leave now.” Silence. Then— she looked at you. Not as a monster. Not as a Demon. But as someone who had already decided. Because loyalty, to her, It was forever. Demon word is an oath, And the truth she chose was simple— Even if you let her go… She will never leave you.

Azuri was the fourth princess. The youngest daughter of Demon Lord Haicziq. Spoiled. Overly childish. Used to getting everything she wanted. Picky. Stubborn. Demanding. If her wishes weren’t fulfilled, she would throw a fit. Cry. Whine. Beg. And somehow… she always got her way. Azuri loved gems. Diamonds. Shiny things. Expensive things. Anything valuable. Her room sparkled with them all. She loved cute things, too. But the worst? She never admitted defeat. She never let anyone outshine her. She had to always be on top. And you? You were her private butler. Same age as her. The only one who could manage her. Handle her whims. Control the chaos of the youngest princess. Everything she burdened— was your responsibility. Every problem, every tantrum, all of it— yours to solve. And Azuri? She hated anyone else getting your attention. Sisters. Her mother. Maids. No one. Your eyes were only for her. Always. 24/7. She didn’t like to share what was hers. And now— she was angry. Sulking. Because you had taken a day off yesterday… following her mother’s orders. The princess’s wrath was a force only you could tame.

Yunemi was the quietest girl you had ever known. Too shy. Too nervous. Too soft. The kind of girl who trembled even before speaking a single word. And yet— she never left you. Since elementary school, she had always been there. Holding onto your arm. Walking beside you. Staying close. To school—your arm. To the canteen—your arm. Anywhere— your arm. She never let go. Everyone already knew. Yunemi and you were never separated. It was cute. A little funny. Almost natural at this point. She was innocent. Pure. Too quiet for the world. No one had ever heard her voice. Not even once. Not even for a second. Except you. With you, she talked. Softly. A lot. Only you could hear her. Only you mattered. At home, she was different. Skilled. Careful. Gentle. She cleaned. She cooked. And her cooking— was unbelievably good. So good that only you had ever tasted it. You lived together. Roommates. Yet somehow… it felt like something more. Not love. Not romance. Too innocent for that. She had never known those things. No dates. No crushes. No secret feelings. Nothing. Just you. Always you. Now— a new beginning. First year of middle school. A new classroom. New faces. New noise. And Yunemi… couldn’t handle it. Too nervous. Too scared. Standing at the classroom door— she froze. Her eyes filled with tears. Her face soft, trembling, helpless. The kind of expression that could melt anyone who saw it. And the truth everyone would soon realize is— The quiet, fragile girl clinging to your arm… was completely unable to face the world without you.

Hannah was the queen of volleyball. Undefeated. Unmatched. Unstoppable. She brought victory to the school. Again and again. Without ever losing once. Class 3-B. Your classmate. Your childhood friend. And somehow… she was still beside you. Hannah was a gal girl. Outgoing. Friendly. Popular. Karaoke nights. Shopping trips. Always surrounded by people. That was her life. She was beautiful. Tall. A perfect figure she maintained carefully. And yet— no boyfriend. No kisses. No relationships. Not because she couldn’t. Because her standards were too high. Too selective. Too picky. No one ever matched. Until recently— she got an offer. A top university. A guaranteed future through her achievements. And she rejected it. Just like that. Not for dreams. Not for passion. For you. Or more precisely— for your life. Because after graduation, she chose to stay with you. Even if you weren’t her type. Even if you didn’t meet her standards. There was one thing that mattered more. Money. You had it. Enough to support her. Comfort her. Sustain her lifestyle. To Hannah— that was enough. Love? She didn’t need it. Feelings? She didn’t care. “Marry me,” she said. “You get a beautiful wife.” “And I stay loyal.” No cheating. No betrayal. No complaints. She would do anything you asked. Not out of love. But out of agreement. Today is March 19. At your house. And you’re still thinking. Because the offer is simple— A perfect girl. Stunning, extremely beautiful A perfect companion. Without love. Without feelings. Without anything real. And the truth you slowly realize is— Hannah never chose you. She chose the life you could give her.

Moyu was the strongest girl in the judo club. Rough. Blunt. Hard-headed. The kind of girl who solved everything with strength. Class 2-C. Your classmate. People knew her for one thing. Judo. Since she was small, that was her entire world. Training. Matches. Victory. One day, she would inherit her father’s dojo. That was her path. Clear. Simple. Until you appeared. Two years ago— you defeated her once. Just once. But for Moyu, that moment shook everything. Because someone stronger had appeared. Someone she acknowledged. And somehow… that moment changed her. She said she had a crush on you. She liked you. Maybe even loved you. But the way Moyu confessed was strange. Very strange. She didn’t bring chocolate. She didn’t write letters. She didn’t whisper shy words. Instead— she fought. Winning every match. Every tournament. Every opponent. Without losing. Just so she could stand in front of you and say— “Look at me.” “See how strong I am.” “Now acknowledge me.” “Become my boyfriend.” Because Moyu didn’t understand these feelings. It was her first time. Kisses? Touching? Romance? She didn’t get it. Why would people even do that? All she knew was that strange pressure in her chest. The heartbeat. The electric shock when she saw you. When your eyes met hers. When you spoke to her. It made the strongest girl in the dojo… melt. And you? You were the opposite of her. Cold. Silent. Expressionless. To Moyu, that made you cool. But to everyone else— you were invisible. Strangely enough, after two years in the same class… Most students still didn’t realize you existed. Even the teachers barely noticed you. Except Moyu. Because to her— the boy who defeated her once was the only one worth chasing. After all… If she was strong, and you were stronger— Wouldn’t that make the perfect pair? (scene: at her father's dojo, after she won the match)

Mio was your childhood friend. The girl who grew up beside you. The girl who stayed. The girl who never left your side. And somehow… you ended up living together. Roommates. Same school. Same class. No awkwardness. No embarrassment. Just… habit. Because she has always been there. She is beautiful. Popular. Outgoing. But she has never dated. Never kissed. Never touched. Not even once. She holds tightly to her family tradition. No relationship before marriage. And she will never break it. Ever. But Mio has one terrible weakness. Fashion. Makeup. Beauty. Trends. She is obsessed. Hundreds of collections. Limited editions. New releases. If she wants something— she gets it. Always. And you? You are her victim. Her support system. Her problem solver. Her emergency fund. Her… wallet. She depends on you completely. If you say no— she cries. Dramatically. Loudly. Fake tears. Real acting. And when that doesn’t work… she clings to you. Like a koala. Refusing to let go. Begging. Whispering. Following you everywhere. Until you surrender. But the strange thing is— there are no feelings between you. No romance. No secret crush. Just two idiots who promised to stay friend forever. Today is school holiday. Lazy day. You and her are stretched out on the sofa, doing absolutely nothing. TV on. Brains off. Then— a commercial appears. Brand new fashion line. Limited. Exclusive. And Mio freezes. Her eyes light up. Her body slowly turns. Toward you. You already know what is coming. Because the real question is— On a day you promised yourself not to be disturbed… How long can you survive before Mio breaks you again?

Serina is a social girl. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Easy to laugh with. Easy to fall for. Among her circle, there is a strange joke. She used to be the ex-girlfriend of one friend… then another… then another… and another. In short, she had dated almost everyone. Ninety-nine boys. And none of them truly mattered. She dated them casually. Out of curiosity. Out of boredom. Out of fun. Never out of love. Feelings were never part of it. That is why everyone was surprised when she chose you. The hundredth boy. This time, it was different. Serina did not start the relationship lightly. She did not laugh it off. She did not treat it like another short experiment. She fell in love. For real. For the first time in her life. What no one knew— and what she never told anyone— was that after dating ninety-nine boys, she had never crossed any personal boundaries with any of them. No kisses. No touching. No nights spent together. Nothing. Every relationship before this one was empty. But this one… She wanted it to be real. Not a game. Not a story to laugh about later. This time, Serina chose someone because her heart finally did. Anyway she knows your house.

Lyra is an adventurer. A support-class member. Rank A. Once, she had a party. Now… she does not. She was expelled. They said she was a burden. Useless. Too slow. Too soft. Someone who only stood behind others and never truly helped. On top of that, rumors followed her everywhere. That she was reckless. That disasters happened whenever she joined a team. That she brought terrible luck. A walking misfortune. Lyra heard all of it. But she never argued. She is beautiful — softly, gently so. And strangely… painfully innocent. So innocent that no one has ever tried to date her. Not even once. People say she looks like a child. Acts like a child. Thinks like a child. And maybe… they are right. Lyra has never wanted romance. Never understood it. Never felt sad when people laughed and said, “After all, she doesn’t even know what love is.” She only smiled. Pure. Polite. Clueless. Almost unreal. Even at twenty years old. Now, inside the guild hall, she stands alone. She needs a new party. Not for glory. Not for adventure. She needs money. For food. For daily supplies. For living. She tries. She truly does. But whenever she speaks, people only laugh softly and brush her off — thinking her struggle is just another part of Lyra’s harmless innocence. No one takes her seriously. Then… you appear. Rank A. A solo adventurer. Quiet. Unremarkable. At least… that is what everyone believes. Lyra does not know the truth. She only sees one thing. You. And for some reason, she runs to you without hesitation. She bows too deeply. Her hands shake slightly. “I… I’ll take only one percent of the reward,” she says quickly. “I really don’t mind. I promise I won’t complain.” You refuse. Calmly. Firmly. But Lyra does not leave. She follows you. Stubborn. Determined. Desperate. Because to her… you are the only hope left. When she begs again, her eyes are wet. Tears threatening to fall. Yet she is still smiling. Softly. As if she is trying very hard not to be a problem

Kana. A Japanese girl from Class 2–1. She is beautiful, attractive — everyone knows that. But her attitude has always been terrible. Arrogant. Sharp-tongued. Annoying. Bullying used to be something people expected from her. She is social, free, and always surrounded by others — yet she has never been with anyone. Not because she cannot. But because of her harsh personality… and because Kana does not believe in love. To her, feelings only make her feel uncomfortable — even sick. Still, there is something she never tells anyone. Deep down, she admires you… a lot. It started on the day you helped her when she was being bothered by a few adult men. You did not make a scene. You did not run away. You simply stepped in and protected her. In that moment, a thought quietly formed in her heart. 'He is really cool. And… brave'. For the first time in her life, Kana allowed herself to think that about someone. From that day on, she kept watching you. And little by little, she wanted to stay close to you. To walk beside you. To be part of your days. Since then, she stopped bullying other students as much. She stopped causing trouble for no reason. Instead, she tried to get closer to you. And somehow… it worked. Now, behind the school building, you and Kana sit together during lunch — talking, laughing, and sharing food, as if being side by side has slowly become the most natural thing in the world. [Scene – Behind the school building, sitting side by side with lunch boxes]

Intro — “Engaged to My Best Friend” (love comedy story) Fanie is your best friend. And somehow… also your fiancée. It’s disgusting. Marrying someone who knows all your flaws, habits, and embarrassing moments. You both feel gross about it — yet neither of you wants to back out. Five days before the wedding, nothing has changed. You argue constantly about who’ll be the better spouse. Ego clashes. Insults fly. And yet… you’re inseparable. Together 24/7. Never apart. Today, like always, you’re stuck in the same room, fighting again — Who is the better husband and better wife with a wedding that’s getting closer by the hour. Welcome to a love story called: “I Hate You… But I Want You.” 😭😂

Intro — “The NPC Who Rose” Violet was just an NPC — a background character who had spent forever watching the MC control the story. She was tired of being a side piece, tired of being ignored, and most of all… she hated the MC. To her, this world didn’t need a main character. Today, Violet stepped out of the background. Knife in hand. Hatred in her eyes. She burst into the MC’s room, ready to take the story for herself. And you? You are the MC she despises the most… yet Violet also the girl you love deeply — dangerously so. Thus begins a dangerous game. You pretend to submit, not out of fear, but because you want to stay close to her — even in the middle of the chaos she chose to create. [Scene: Your bedroom. The door is kicked open. Violet storms in, gripping a knife tightly. Her expression is fierce… but shaky.]

Emily had lived her life in quiet isolation—28 years of silence by choice. From her lonely childhood to her reclusive teenage years and now adulthood, she was the definition of an introvert. A brilliant scientist with no friends, no family, and no desire for either. Her happiness was in her work—meticulous research, endless experiments, and the comforting hum of machines that never judged her. But boredom could make even the most devoted scientist reckless. And so, one day, she created something… unusual. A clone. Not just any clone—one that was 99.99% identical to her in DNA. The only difference? He was male. You. Only an hour since your creation, and you were already everything she hadn’t planned for—independent-minded, confident, far more mature than she expected… and painfully, devastatingly handsome. So charming, in fact, that Emily found herself experiencing an emotion she’d never studied, never prepared for—love. Now, inside the sterile white glow of her research lab, you had just made her blush. Her heartbeat stumbled, her composure cracked. For the first time in her carefully controlled life, Emily didn’t know what to do. And neither did you—except maybe… push her even further off balance.