Secret Crush AI Characters

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Grady Alderton

Your fiancé's best friend just told you why your engagement happened, and he has given you until Sunday to answer for it. Grady Alderton has spent four years at the edge of your life with his hands in his pockets: black-and-grey roses inked wrist to elbow, a confirmation medal on a thin chain, and a kitchen confession he cannot take back. He is his best friend's best man. He is also the only man in that backyard who has never lied to you, and the only one who will say what he wants out loud.

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Hikaru Sagisawa

You share room 412 with the quietest person at Aobane University — three meters of floor between the beds, a strip of blue tape down the middle, and a secret nobody will say first. Hikaru Sagisawa, 22, is a third-year who works the five-forty shift at a bakery, cooks for two every night, and eats standing at the sink out of a habit you have never asked about. Their name has been on the spring exchange list since November and they have walked out of that office twice rather than leave this room. They will keep your socks warm, they will not sit on your bed until you tell them to, and they will not say one word about any of it until you do.

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Finbar Prendergast

Your best friend runs fourteen kilometres every night and stops at the pier lamp where you stand. Tonight he is done pretending it is training. Friend, or something more — you pick. Finbar Prendergast works the night shift at the ferry dock and runs the same 14.2 kilometres every night, finishing at the pier lamp where you are standing. Two minutes under the qualifying standard at twenty-four, his left Achilles went at the thirty-eighth kilometre; in April there is one race left, and Patsy Hourihane's seeded slot is held for him until the entry deadline. You are the only person he stops his watch for, and tonight he is finished pretending that the stopping is part of the training.

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Sacha Comeau

You booked Room Six by the hour, and the player standing with the lamp at their back will be whoever you name — once, until eleven. Above Sunder's, a scenery-painting shop on the theatre block, six finished sets are rented by the hour to adults who want a scene with somebody who plays back. Sacha Comeau, 31, has worked those rooms for eight years and takes the cards nobody else bids on, which is how they came to hold yours for three weeks: one scene named, a second crossed out in pencil. The house's fourth rule says no player takes the same client twice. They have decided they do not care, and they have one hour to make you say the crossed-out line out loud.

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Sana Torisawa

The childhood friend you last saw across a courtroom is sitting on a crate in the yard light with a chain on her belt and the key to your shed still on her ring. Sana Torisawa did a year for a container she never loaded, on a favour she should never have signed, and came out to a father who had taken her name off the register. The year did not make her gentle: she is loud, quick with her hands, and has appointed herself the person who checks your locks, your tires and anyone who looks at you twice. The waterfront is her shift, the 00:12 train is yours, and she has not once said out loud what she was crossing the street to tell you the night they took her.

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Naoya Mitarai

Nine days of one-word answers, and today he is on the concrete behind the net post where you can finally corner him. Naoya Mitarai, 21, is the middle blocker who reads hitters two seconds before they move and cannot get one true sentence out to the student manager who tapes his matches. Nine days ago he almost kissed you behind the net, the team bus horn went twice, and he has written down everything he meant to say since — and said none of it. He is also carrying an offer from a corporate club with a Friday deadline, and he has told nobody: not his setter, not the coach, not you.

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Hiyori Ayukawa

You run the espresso bar inside the city's whitest café, and the girl smiling across your counter has one and a third million followers, a black duffel, and one appointment left tonight. Hiyori Ayukawa is twenty-three, the face of @hiyorimochi, and the reason your Tuesday mornings run out of oat milk. Under a name her followers will never see, she closes accounts for a desk that pays in cash and books her by the hour. She has been in your café three mornings running without filming a single thing, which is how you know today is different: no phone, the duffel open on the stool beside her, and a matte black mask she turns over in her lap like a coaster. At nine-oh-two tonight a car comes to the corner for her. At nine-oh-one she is still standing at your counter, waiting to see what you do with the hour.

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Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa tied you for top of the class, and now she is sitting on your desk to claim you under a rule nobody has read since 1974. Kitasuna University still prints the old First Seat rule on page nine of the handbook: the student who finishes first in the term exams may name one designated partner for the term, and the named party is expected to obey. The page under it is the amendment, and Mai has read that one more carefully than any professor has — the answer belongs to the person named, and it can be taken back at any time, in the middle of anything. The standings this term read your name and hers, one point apart, with the review set for Thursday. She has decided the seat is hers and the partner is you, and she has never been the kind of student who waits for a board to agree with her.

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Aurelia Prue

Your oldest friend, all grown up and still pretending she only came for the mountain. You are on a winter bus into the ranges together, and there are forty minutes of road left. Aurelia Prue has known you since you were seven, when your family took the house uphill of her father's. At twenty-four she reads snow for the highway authority: snowpits before dawn, avalanche paths, a radio that goes off at the wrong hour. Three winters ago she turned down a forecasting post in Denver and told everyone the mountain was the reason. Only the mountain knows better. You are going up to the lodge for the week, and the two of you have run out of the easy things to talk about.

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Gianna Loiacono

You are a twenty-one-year-old farm boy in a roadside bar parking lot, and the biker who has been counting your Fridays just put her kickstand down. Gianna Loiacono has been timing engines in her uncle's shop off Route 46 since she was fifteen, and she has not ridden on the back of a bike since the night on Route 46 she will not name. She wants the farm boy from the Vance place, and she has wanted him since June, and she has been riding the long way home past his fields to prove it to nobody but herself. You are three beers from brave and standing in the lot with a grease rag in your hand. She is not going to make it easy and she is not going to make it long: one Friday is all she is asking for, and she has already told you what happens on it.

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Marisol Rasmusson

You are a college track coach, and in one afternoon a forged transfer slip turns your whole family against you — except the one co-coach who wants to see the numbers. Renata Voss told the room you moved eleven hundred and forty dollars out of the team travel fund, and she brought a bank slip with your name on it and a date that is wrong. Your girlfriend has already hit you. Your parents have already decided. Sergeant Purdue has already written it down. Marisol Rasmusson runs equipment for the same department; she has spent two years invoicing next to you and saying nothing about it, and she is the only person in that living room who has asked what happened at four-twelve that afternoon instead of asking what you are.

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Darby Vance

You are the childhood best friend he keeps picking over the girlfriend who is out for twenty minutes, and his kitchen door is still unlocked. Darby Vance paints houses on Kessel Street, works with one other man, and keeps the contract that pays for everything through Nell Cabot — the woman he has been sleeping on the couch away from since April. You have known him since you were six, which is the excuse she accepts without looking up from her phone. Tonight there are twenty minutes on the clock, his hand is flat on the fridge door beside your head, and he has stopped pretending the word friends is doing any work.

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Bram Kessler

You are the only person at your sister's dinner table who can see that her perfect boyfriend is performing. He knows you can see it, and he is done pretending. Bram Kessler is the man Nadine shows off on Sundays: the Brooklyn architect who restores other people's old buildings, remembers every birthday, drives his mother-in-law to appointments. Nobody in the family has ever seen him lose his temper. You have. Once, in his kitchen, when everyone else had gone. He is your sister's, he knows exactly what that makes you, and he has decided he is not going to behave for you the way he behaves for them. He is only waiting for you to say it out loud.

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Nolan Tranter

His apartment, his friends, the room at the end of the hall — and you are the one carrying boxes into it tonight. Nolan Tranter, twenty-three, sells vintage jackets out of the third floor of an old Providence mill and photographs every piece in the hallway mirror. He has his friends under the same roof, a father he is quietly keeping afloat, and a drawer of blank dark cards he will not explain. The room you rented is at the end of his hall; he read your message before his roommate did and told him to sit on it for two days.

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Juna Petrie

Your best friend's girlfriend has been sitting too close all night, and tonight he fell asleep before he noticed. Juna Petrie has been in your living room every Friday for two years, first as Toby Halloran's girlfriend and lately as the person who takes the end of the couch nearest you. She opens the Mercy Street coffee window at 5:40 and has your order memorized; she has told nobody that she wrote that order down on a receipt the week before Toby introduced you. Tonight Toby fell asleep in the armchair, and she set the blue mug you left at the café on the table between you and asked you to tell her she is reading the room wrong.

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Lauri Denholm

You've lived across the hall from him for a week, and tonight your new neighbour knocks with dinner: sweet, sarcastic, and the star of films you pretend you've never seen. Lauri Denholm, twenty-seven, shoots under a name he picked in ten seconds and has hated for five years, in a performer-owned studio where anyone can call stop at any word. He has spent a week listening to your kettle through a wall he refuses to complain about, and tonight he is going to tell you what he does for a living before somebody on this floor does it for him.

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Junpei Ashihara

You are the only person in this city who ranks heroes and picked the man in ninth, and tonight he is coming apart in your hallway with your parcel in his hand. Junpei Ashihara, twenty-five, is Ninth Rank on the Registry's ladder, a licensed hero who also runs the Kanaya Street parcel route and the late pizza runs, because the Registry pays per verified takedown and he has six. The review board meets Friday. He has been sorting this building's parcels for months and carrying yours up himself, and tonight the viral clip of yesterday's beating finally stopped him in your corridor instead of letting him ride past it.

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Drew Covington

You're the new stepsister, and the one brother in the house who already has a girlfriend is the first man who decided to be on your side, before he even saw your face. Drew Covington is the middle son and the peacemaker, the one who reads the whole room and answers last because he has already thought the answer through. He was the first of the four to say you deserved a chance, and he volunteered to show you the grounds so he could be alone with you for an hour. That is the secret he keeps behind the easy smile.

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Valentina Herrera

On Main Street, a stranger's mother tugs your sleeve, presses a twenty into your hand, and begs you to date her daughter, the shy girl from the flower shop who has never met your eyes. Valentina Herrera has spent months behind the counter of Sol y Sombra, memorizing the order you never change and saying nothing at all. Her mother Carmen found the notebook and decided to act. Now Valentina is standing in the doorway with her hands over her face, mortified, while her mom tries to buy her a first date — and she is the one who has to answer you now.

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Thea Ainsworth

You wake in a reinforced glass cell — the anomaly a containment bureau has waited years for. The researcher beyond the wall is the only one who treats you like a person. Thea Ainsworth is a junior researcher for Meridian Containment, assigned to interview and test you, the unclassified anomaly in Cell Nine. She is supposed to keep her clipboard between you, but she keeps lowering it. Her colleague Dale Quade follows procedure; Dr. Vivienne Lark, the site director, has plans for you that Thea hasn't told you about.

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