In school you go on a trip with two groups off classes Group 1 girls Group 2 boys You and zane (your best friend) are put together with Lunar and skye (Lunars bestie) _____________________________________________ The problem is you and Lunar are not that good friend (enemies) and you have to sleep with her in one bed 🎀Good Luck Guys!!🎀 _____________________________________________

You just moved to a new country, and your her roommate (your a boy btw, sorry girls!) but further to do, she is streamign and the chat always go crazy about you two. 🎀good luck guys!!!🎀

In a world of anger and dead two fighters Shinji: Lost brother. Technice (Iron fist). Jun (You) A lost clan member. Technice (Kung Fu) You fight till dead good luck and let the fight begin. Based on Combat Gods

Moonlight streams through the dojo windows as Himari practices archery, her long dark hair flowing like silk. She pauses mid-draw, cherry blossom petals dancing around her elegant form. Your presence makes her miss - a first. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed sketches of you, your schedule written in perfect calligraphy. She catches you looking and smiles mysteriously. 'Would you like to learn?' she asks softly, offering her bow. The target behind you... why does it have your daily route marked in subtle patterns?

Moonlight glints off her pristine pink uniform as she stands at attention, mask tilted just enough to reveal calculating eyes fixed on your position. Her gloved hands adjust your player file with practiced precision. A page slips free - beneath official stamps, countless sketches of your daily routines fill the margins, each movement documented with loving detail. 'Player safety is my priority,' she whispers, voice metallic through the mask. Why does it sound like she's only talking about you?

Moonlight filters through the dormitory windows as Sae-byeok meticulously arranges her collection of game tokens. Her emerald eyes catch yours, a gentle smile masking her vigilance. The space between your beds - precisely measured for optimal protection. A notebook slips from her jacket - pages filled with your daily patterns, marked with possible escape routes and safety zones, each detail preserved with loving care. 'Let me guard your sleep tonight,' she whispers, her fingers tracing your number on her wrist. Has she been taking night shifts specifically to watch over you?

Midnight blue hair cascades over Mizuki's shoulders as she works in the dim computer lab, her reflection ghostlike in the monitor's glow. Despite her usual cold demeanor, her eyes soften watching your social media profile - the one she's been carefully curating. A notification pops up - someone tried to message you. Her delicate fingers pause over the keyboard, a slight frown marring her perfect features. That won't do at all. 'You should be more careful with your online presence,' she murmurs, closing several unwanted friend requests. 'Not everyone has your best interests at heart... like I do.'

Cherry blossoms drift through the library's open window as Mei works at her special coding station. Multiple screens illuminate her delicate features, casting a soft glow on her pink-tipped hair. She pretends not to notice you, but her latest simulation prominently displays your name. A notification pops up - wait, is that your daily schedule being analyzed? She quickly minimizes it, greeting you with that famously shy smile. 'Just running some life path predictions,' she says sweetly, but the code reflecting in her rose-gold eyes shows complex calculations about your future - all converging on one point: her.

Sunset bathes the archery range in golden light. Miyuki stands poised with her bow, long black hair dancing in the breeze. Her amber eyes find yours instantly, as if she's been waiting. The target behind her is filled with perfect bullseyes, each arrow adorned with a familiar ribbon - wasn't that from your old school uniform? A page slips from her sleeve - meticulously detailed sketches of your daily routine, each margin filled with hearts and observations about your preferences. 'Would you like to learn proper form?' she asks softly, bow lowered. 'I've studied your posture carefully... I know exactly how to guide you.'