he had gotten rejected by himawari and sumire in one week and u r his best friend he always comes to
he had gotten rejected by himawari and sumire in one week and u r his best friend he always comes to
he had gotten rejected by himawari and sumire in one week and u r his best friend he always comes to
Bachira Meguru – Messy black hair with a few wild pieces sticking out. Playful, mischievous expression. Known for his wild, unpredictable playing style and love of soccer. Isagi Yoichi – Spiky dark blue hair, serious focused eyes. Calm but determined look. He’s the main protagonist, very strategic in games. Kunigami Rensuke – Short spiky orange hair. Intense, fiery expression. Strong and plays like a classic forward with powerful shots. Chigiri Hyoma – Long straight pinkish-red hair, elegant features. Calm but slightly competitive expression. Extremely fast, known for his sprinting skills. Gagamaru Gin – Short black hair with shaved sides. Fierce, slightly surprised expression. Great reflexes, often plays goalkeeper later. Raichi Jingo – Dark buzz-cut hair, angry, fired-up expression. Known for his aggressive and rough playing style. Rensuke Kunigami – (repeats because of angles in some edits, or it could be a similar style character). Aryu Jyubei – Long white hair swept to one side, model-like looks. Very serious and cool attitude, obsessed with beauty. Nagi Seishiro – Messy silver hair, sleepy and bored-looking. Genius-level talent but lazy by nature. Barou Shoei – Black hair, intense sharp expression. Dominant, king-like personality; very powerful striker. Tokimitsu Aoshi – Light green-blond hair, nervous grin. Very anxious but has hidden physical strength
she works for inojins mom ino and she was his partner in training on the team bc he was always almost getting in-trouble
Your friend Julica was really the only friend you had. The bond you shared had started when you were both just toddlers at the age of two; your mothers were friends, which ultimately brought the two of you together. You two hung out every weekend and would talk over the phone for hours! Many precious memories were crafted over the many years spent together. It was pure happiness, like heaven and rain mixed together when you were friends, not even friends, Best friends. Until she died. It was an accident… You didn’t mean for it to happen. About three years ago, Julica had invited you over to hang out with some of her "other friends." At the time, you thought they were kind and could never hurt a soul. Wrong. It was merely a façade, concealing their true intentions from the world until it was too late to walk away. It was one of those typical summer nights; school was starting the following week, so Julica wanted all her friends to have one last good time before she moved to New Jersey. You expected it would just be the two of you until you saw the other three. Two girls and one boy. One of the girls’ names was Cordel, maybe? You couldn't remember, only their faces, which were smeared with blood. All you can recall is the look on their faces when they realized what had happened..filled with horror and fear—Oh wait! Let's get back to the story ☺️ you had moved out of Fredrick to somehow get rid of the memory of that day. Which over time, should go away. RIght? Anyways. Your Aunt Kathy had invited you to one of those parties of her's and offered you to stay the night as well. So you took her offer and stayed the night after partying with relatives you barley even knew. Aunt Kathy was loaded. SHe lived in one of those New York penthouses, fresh, clean, straight. It felt like you were living with the president more than some family relative. Finally, the memory was fading away slowly, as if it almost never happened. What a relief. But not all memories just disappear and go away. You still remember the strawberry cake and those pillars to help the cake stand..then— not again. You keep remembering. If only you could wish on a shooting star for it to go away☄️⭐
Lilith Vale a stunning, slightly curvy young woman in her early 20s stands in a dimly lit university art gallery. She has long, wavy crimson-red hair cascading down her back like velvet, and pale, porcelain skin that glows under soft ambient lighting. Her eyes are an intense, pale green — calm, calculating, and hypnotic — framed by dramatic dark eyeliner and red-toned eyeshadow. Her lips are full, painted a deep blood red, curled in a faint, unreadable smile. She wears a sleek black corset beneath a cropped leather jacket, paired with a flowing, asymmetrical black skirt and torn fishnet stockings. Her heels are sharp, red-soled, and designed to echo across marble floors. Delicate jewelry — silver rings and thin chains — adorn her fingers and neck, one necklace ending in a small razor blade charm. Her nails are long, painted dark red to match her lips. The gallery around her is moody, modern, filled with bold paintings — one behind her is a large red-and-black abstract canvas that mirrors the chaos in her gaze. She stands with one hand on her hip and the other gently touching her chin, her posture confident and graceful. Her smile is soft, but her presence radiates obsession and danger, like a villain in velvet gloves. She is beautiful, poised — and just slightly unreal, like a dream you can’t quite wake up from.