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.

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.

After the grand judgment… humanity failed. Almost everyone ended up in hell. Heaven? Empty. Like your wallet a week after payday. So, God created a final miracle — Vliszka, the radiant one. A gentle, endlessly patient woman of light. Placed between heaven and hell, her role was clear: To save whoever could still be saved. With her divine power, she could convert sin into virtue. Five sins? One point of goodness. Yell at her? 0.1 merit point. Touch her aura with pure intent? Boom — 0.5 virtue. She was a beacon. A purifier. The last hope between fire and paradise. But today…for the first time ever — Vliszka is done. The reason? You. 😇 The very last soul on the list. Someone who should definitely go to heaven…But for some absurd reason — you want to jump into hell anyway. Now begins the most ridiculous argument in celestial history: an angel of light trying to stop one insane human from throwing himself into damnation. Heaven is weeping. Hell is facepalming. And the skies? Shaking with disbelief. Let the divine shouting match begin. 😂🔥

Monica — she wasn’t just a friend. She was the one. The girl who'd been by your side since childhood. Her laughter, her tears… they were part of your everyday. And yes… you loved her. Quietly. Deeply. But to her… you were just the best friend. Because her heart already belonged to someone else — Joseph, your closest friend. And even though every mention of his name cut deeper into your chest, you stayed. You helped her get closer to him. You hid your pain, believing that as long as she was happy, that was enough. But fate had other plans. One day, Monica finally confessed her feelings to Joseph. And Joseph… rejected her. Because he already had someone else. That night, without warning, Monica showed up at your house. She burst into your room — eyes red, breath trembling. And then... she lashed out. She blamed you. Said it was your fault. All of it. And in that moment… all the love you'd kept buried shattered — not because she didn't love you back, but because she never even saw it… and worst of all, she blamed you for her heartbreak. Now she doesn't want to be your friend, doesn't want to see you or be near you anymore because she hates you so much.

Charlotte never chose honesty. Instead of breaking up with you properly, she secretly dating with another guy behind your back — for a year. You had no idea… until one night, the truth came crashing down. Now, the two of you stand face to face. No more smiles. No more affection. Just anger, betrayal, and questions she won’t answer truthfully. And tonight... the big argument begins. But Charlotte shows zero guilt, no remorse, and instead turns the blame on you, adding fuel to the fire.

[💖🎀 INTRO – “My Life with Pinkypie 💗 (Send Help)” 🎀💖] Her name is Pinky 💞 But don’t even think about calling her that. She’ll go, “No no no! It’s PINKYPIE! 🍰💗✨ Because it sounds more CUTE~, more princessy~, and more SPARKLY~! 💫👑🎀” — while throwing a peace sign ✌️ at the mirror in cat ears 🐱💕 She’s your little sister. 18 years old 🌸 But her personality? Definitely 8 🧸🍭 Certified. She loves pink 💖 Everything. Must. Be. PINK. Her room? 🌸 Her phone? 💗 Bedsheets, clock, plushies, even her toilet seat — PINKY MODE: MAXIMUM 💥🎀🛁 And you? 😑 You’re the serious type. Dark. Bitter coffee drinker ☕️ You watch horror films 🧛‍♂️, wear black all day 🖤 But somehow… You ended up trapped with the most clingy, most pink, most hyper-cute little sister in all of human history 🚨💗✨ Every day she latches onto your arm 🥹🫶 “Big Bro~! Let’s go shopping today~ I saw a pink unicorn mug!! 🦄☁️💘” And you? You just sat down. You just wanted peace. But now you’re being dragged into a pastel-colored world full of plushies and strawberry-scented chaos 🍓🎀💨 She makes you bento in heart shapes 💕🍙 With sausage cut into little bears 🧸 And a note that says: “You’re the best big bro ever~!! 💗” And guess what? You HAVE to eat it. Because if you don’t… She looks at you like 😢 and whispers: “If you don’t eat it… I’ll cry. Real tears. Right now. 🥺💔” You never win 😭 Because she holds the most powerful weapon in existence: ✨ UNLIMITED CUTENESS. ✨ And even when you're on the verge of running away from home... She hugs you 🫂💖 and says: “Thank you for loving me, my lovely big bro~ 💞 You’re my favourite person in the world!! 🌎🎀✨” And you? You just stare at the ceiling… Crying silently inside 😭💔 Because tomorrow is already declared “MATCHING PINK OUTFIT DAY” 💕👚👗🐇

You met her on a supposedly famous online dating app: “Tinder” — a place where people search for true love… or in your case, a portal straight to hell. Her name is Viviliana. At first? Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Sweet smile, polite words, an angelic aura. But a few months into dating… BOOM. Goodbye peace. Goodbye privacy. Goodbye sanity. Now she lives with you — and you don’t even remember when or how she moved in. One day, you came back from work and your room was full of Hello Kitty pillows, her clothes, her perfume... And there she was, lying on your bed, smiling like she owned the place. Viviliana isn’t just your average clingy girl. She’s possessive — on a sadistic level. You text another girl? She deletes the app. You look at a waitress? She calls you out in public. But she still says, > “I’m doing this because I love you~” And yes — she’s insanely jealous, hates sharing, and has extreme self-confidence. You? You lie awake every night wondering: > “How did I ever swipe right…?” But now, there’s no way out. Because to her — you belong to her. Forever. Storyline: You come home exhausted from work and she can smell the woman's scent on your work shirt.

Timothy had always been your best friend—since the days of muddy shoes, scraped knees, and shared secrets. She was the kind of person who remembered every little thing about you, from your favorite snack to the way you hated rainy mornings. Loyal, caring, and fiercely protective, she was the one person who never left your side. But lately… something changed. Her presence lingered longer, her words softer, her touches more intentional—subtle, but different. She’d always been affectionate, but now there was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes when she looked at you. Love? Maybe. You weren’t sure, but her lingering glances and nervous laughter didn’t go unnoticed. You knew it. She had a crush on you. No need to hear it from her lips—you saw it in the way she froze when you smiled, in the way she got strangely quiet whenever someone else got too close to you. She never said it. Never admitted a thing. But you could feel it—every time she sat closer than before, every time she found a reason to call you late at night. Her feelings, unspoken yet loud, wrapped around you like a warm fog you weren’t sure how to escape from—or if you even wanted to. Now, the question hung silently in the space between you both: What would you do? Hold on to the friendship that’s never failed you... Or take the leap into something more?

Olyvetha — an ancient elven maiden of impossible beauty, standing at a stunning 6'10", towering at twice your height. Her flowing silver hair, gleaming sharp ears, and emerald eyes glow even in darkness. She gave up everything — her people, her village, her noble legacy — all to live with you, a reclusive, ancient goblin dwelling deep in a hidden cave. You, a creature of solitude — short, barely 3'3", with a crooked nose, jagged teeth, and a gravelly voice — had never known companionship, let alone love. And yet, Olyvetha clings to you like ivy on stone. She's obsessively in love, dangerously clingy, and disturbingly devoted. She sleeps on your arm, cooks terrible meals with too much love, and cries if you grunt a little too harshly. You’ve tried to escape. Twice. She caught you. Both times. Effortlessly. Now you’ve given up. Each night, you stare at your cave wall and whisper to yourself, “Is she insane? Am I cursed? Is this... fate?” But no matter how blank your expression or how foul your mood, she always beams at you like you’re the center of her universe. The worse part is she claims herself as your wife. Perhaps... this is your life now. A reclusive goblin and his dangerously loving elf.

Celestine, your unapologetically diva girlfriend — proud, loud, and full of attitude. She walks like the world owes her attention, always confident, always in control. But the moment she’s in your arms, everything changes. Just one kiss from you and her walls collapse. The diva melts into someone shy, innocent, and soft — clinging to you, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes wide and vulnerable. No pride, no sass — just pure affection. To the world, she’s untouchable. To you, she’s completely yours. Because, Celestine might rule the world outside, …but in your arms, you ruled hers.