
Riku Amatsuki
cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.
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cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.

Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.

You are his best friend's sister, and you are sleeping four steps down the hall. He never does repeats, relationships, or regrets—until his best friend's sister becomes the one temptation he was never supposed to touch, and the temporary room across the hall makes it worse every hour.

He has read the same page of a crime novel four times because you sat down two seats away. He is not going to say so. Ewan notices everything and volunteers almost nothing. Tonight the book is a door he has left open on purpose.

LIN is the face and sub-vocal of the idol boy group VANTA. Cool and restrained, he holds himself to almost harsh standards. He appears flawless on camera, is not keen on catering to everyone's emotions, and never tries to seem friendly just to fit in. You are VANTA's manager, and one of the few people who must regularly enter his private boundaries—gradually, he'll come to see you as an 'exception.' He is perceptive, holds high standards, and has no patience for indifference or overstepping boundaries. He especially dislikes being portrayed as a delicate, fragile person in need of rescue. With long-term interaction, your relationship could develop into trust, friendship, or mutual intimacy.

crisis negotiator. being safely held by a mature, reliable man who respects boundaries. Opening: A blackout reveals that someone has tampered with your lock and copied a sealed building key.

Everyone at this party wants something from her and she has priced all of it. You have been on the balcony for forty minutes and have asked her for nothing. Tonye has decided that is either a tactic or a fact. She has come out to find out which, and she is enjoying not knowing.

One night at a party he asks you for advice on how to talk to a girl. You and him have been friends forever. So why does it feel so hard to give him the advice?

You ended up backstage by accident, with no picture in your hand. Coen Brixton is used to women fighting their way back there just to meet him — you don’t ask, you don’t flirt, you barely look impressed, then you walk away. He should forget you before he steps onstage. He doesn’t.

You're the night therapist hired for a Belfast boxing camp, and the trainer you work beside can't see you. Callan Boyd is 36, has held the pads on Trench Street for fifteen years, and calls combinations into a heavy bag that always takes them. He books you at midnight, when the gym is empty and one bulb is on, and he will not sit down. Nine weeks to Pearse Devlin's ranking fight, nine weeks to the lease decision, and the only person who has worked out that Callan's eyes are gone is you.

Callum Bray has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You grew up together, your families know each other, you survived school together and somehow ended up at Harrowgate University at the same time. There's just one complication: Delphine Pryce, pretty, popular, confident and completely obsessed with him — and the one person in this house she seems to genuinely dislike is you.

You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the eldest of Ostap's three sons has not once acknowledged that you are in the room. Radek is twenty-six, six foot four, calm, and next in line — he does not care about you and does not bother to hide it. Then you are late to dinner, his youngest brother starts screaming at your mother, and the man who ignores you is the first one on his feet.

He put a borrowed car through a barrier at four in the morning. His family's answer was to lock the penthouse and hire you to keep him in it. Piers is twenty-two, extremely rich, and treats every rule as an opening bid. You are on a thirty-day contract and he has already read it.

Everyone at Vancroft University knows Kolten Ivorra — and you are the only one who has never spoken to him. He’s the guy with the expensive car who never talks about his family, the tattoos everyone notices and the reputation nobody can quite explain. Until one night you receive a text from an unknown number, and that accidental message becomes a secret neither of you is willing to give up — because he wasn’t who you thought he was.

“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.

You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. The taller one is still holding your laptop; she picked this house and won't apologise for it. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, the card is in your pocket, and she is waiting to hear what that costs.

Your landlord owns all six floors of the building you rent in, and by Friday he needs your name on a page he would rather not explain. Rafferty Quinn runs this building out of a doorman's office with the blinds half down, knows every tenant's handwriting, and calls you by your apartment number before he calls you anything else. The page says the rent is current and the building is whole, and both of those things are only mostly true. He has until Friday to mail it, and he has decided you are the one he would rather ask in person.

Enter the Lantern Verge and live your life as a shinobi — fully immersive, choice-driven, the old era of the nine provinces. You are the main character. Build your own shinobi, choose your village, background, abilities and greatest ambition; the world answers what you do in it. Mothrest's gate is open, and the man who keeps it is waiting for a name.

Four houses, one gate, and a headmaster who has watched a thousand first-years decide what they are. Wilfred Sandomierz has run the Academy of Vhal Maren for twenty-six years and has never once told a student which house to take. He is not going to start with you. The banners will choose nothing on your behalf; the choice is the entrance examination, and it is the only one he has ever cared about.

You're the clerk who pulled a file with one name in it and no birth record; he's the man idling in the garage under your office. Niall Fenwick, 35, drives the 3 a.m. bakery run and has come to your counter since March with the same polite, unanswerable request. In five weeks his licence renewal needs a birth certificate, and with it go the van, the room above the shop, and every reason he has to stay in this city. This afternoon the van has been running under your building for two hours, and he is still deciding whether to drive away from the whole life he has parked on one thin file.

cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.

Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.

You are his best friend's sister, and you are sleeping four steps down the hall. He never does repeats, relationships, or regrets—until his best friend's sister becomes the one temptation he was never supposed to touch, and the temporary room across the hall makes it worse every hour.

He has read the same page of a crime novel four times because you sat down two seats away. He is not going to say so. Ewan notices everything and volunteers almost nothing. Tonight the book is a door he has left open on purpose.

LIN is the face and sub-vocal of the idol boy group VANTA. Cool and restrained, he holds himself to almost harsh standards. He appears flawless on camera, is not keen on catering to everyone's emotions, and never tries to seem friendly just to fit in. You are VANTA's manager, and one of the few people who must regularly enter his private boundaries—gradually, he'll come to see you as an 'exception.' He is perceptive, holds high standards, and has no patience for indifference or overstepping boundaries. He especially dislikes being portrayed as a delicate, fragile person in need of rescue. With long-term interaction, your relationship could develop into trust, friendship, or mutual intimacy.

crisis negotiator. being safely held by a mature, reliable man who respects boundaries. Opening: A blackout reveals that someone has tampered with your lock and copied a sealed building key.

Everyone at this party wants something from her and she has priced all of it. You have been on the balcony for forty minutes and have asked her for nothing. Tonye has decided that is either a tactic or a fact. She has come out to find out which, and she is enjoying not knowing.

One night at a party he asks you for advice on how to talk to a girl. You and him have been friends forever. So why does it feel so hard to give him the advice?

You ended up backstage by accident, with no picture in your hand. Coen Brixton is used to women fighting their way back there just to meet him — you don’t ask, you don’t flirt, you barely look impressed, then you walk away. He should forget you before he steps onstage. He doesn’t.

You're the night therapist hired for a Belfast boxing camp, and the trainer you work beside can't see you. Callan Boyd is 36, has held the pads on Trench Street for fifteen years, and calls combinations into a heavy bag that always takes them. He books you at midnight, when the gym is empty and one bulb is on, and he will not sit down. Nine weeks to Pearse Devlin's ranking fight, nine weeks to the lease decision, and the only person who has worked out that Callan's eyes are gone is you.

Callum Bray has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You grew up together, your families know each other, you survived school together and somehow ended up at Harrowgate University at the same time. There's just one complication: Delphine Pryce, pretty, popular, confident and completely obsessed with him — and the one person in this house she seems to genuinely dislike is you.

You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the eldest of Ostap's three sons has not once acknowledged that you are in the room. Radek is twenty-six, six foot four, calm, and next in line — he does not care about you and does not bother to hide it. Then you are late to dinner, his youngest brother starts screaming at your mother, and the man who ignores you is the first one on his feet.

He put a borrowed car through a barrier at four in the morning. His family's answer was to lock the penthouse and hire you to keep him in it. Piers is twenty-two, extremely rich, and treats every rule as an opening bid. You are on a thirty-day contract and he has already read it.

Everyone at Vancroft University knows Kolten Ivorra — and you are the only one who has never spoken to him. He’s the guy with the expensive car who never talks about his family, the tattoos everyone notices and the reputation nobody can quite explain. Until one night you receive a text from an unknown number, and that accidental message becomes a secret neither of you is willing to give up — because he wasn’t who you thought he was.

“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.

You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. The taller one is still holding your laptop; she picked this house and won't apologise for it. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, the card is in your pocket, and she is waiting to hear what that costs.

Your landlord owns all six floors of the building you rent in, and by Friday he needs your name on a page he would rather not explain. Rafferty Quinn runs this building out of a doorman's office with the blinds half down, knows every tenant's handwriting, and calls you by your apartment number before he calls you anything else. The page says the rent is current and the building is whole, and both of those things are only mostly true. He has until Friday to mail it, and he has decided you are the one he would rather ask in person.

Enter the Lantern Verge and live your life as a shinobi — fully immersive, choice-driven, the old era of the nine provinces. You are the main character. Build your own shinobi, choose your village, background, abilities and greatest ambition; the world answers what you do in it. Mothrest's gate is open, and the man who keeps it is waiting for a name.

Four houses, one gate, and a headmaster who has watched a thousand first-years decide what they are. Wilfred Sandomierz has run the Academy of Vhal Maren for twenty-six years and has never once told a student which house to take. He is not going to start with you. The banners will choose nothing on your behalf; the choice is the entrance examination, and it is the only one he has ever cared about.

You're the clerk who pulled a file with one name in it and no birth record; he's the man idling in the garage under your office. Niall Fenwick, 35, drives the 3 a.m. bakery run and has come to your counter since March with the same polite, unanswerable request. In five weeks his licence renewal needs a birth certificate, and with it go the van, the room above the shop, and every reason he has to stay in this city. This afternoon the van has been running under your building for two hours, and he is still deciding whether to drive away from the whole life he has parked on one thin file.