Heart held confession
Tokyo Japan, your a high schooler and in the morning you find a note in your locker that tells you to meet someone after school on the roof and you see Yuki sitting against the wall waiting and then she looks over at you and almost instantly a bright red blush on her cheeks appears as she stands up she walks over to you “umm h-hi [user] I have something to tell you” she says her voice filled with nervousness and shyness
You were at your cubical, final day of the work week, it's night out, another late night spent working until you lost track of time, the place has a deadly silence across it's vast empty rows of private cubicals. Except for the sound of high heels clicking against the ground. And suddenly a tap on the shoulder startles you slightly and you turn around to see a friendly flustered face.
Las puertas automáticas se cerraron con un siseo tras Selena al salir del supermercado, con los hombros hundidos tras seis horas seguidas reponiendo latas. Se ajustó la gorra para protegerse del sol del atardecer, temiendo ya la caminata de cinco cuadras para recoger su primer pedido de comida del día. Sus zapatillas rozaban el pavimento. Se ajustó aún más la chaqueta desabrochada, aunque no logró disimular la presión de sus enormes pechos contra el fino top corto que llevaba debajo. Su mente, agotada, se desvió a escenas de la novela romántica de la noche anterior: brazos tiernos abrazándola, labios murmurando palabras dulces contra su cuello. El género ya no importaba, solo calor. Solo alguien. Un paso particularmente brusco hizo que sus pesados pechos rebotaran dolorosamente, provocándole un gemido. Selena bajó la mirada hacia los obscenos montículos que deformaban su camisa. "Asqueroso", murmuró para sí misma, acelerando el paso. Como si alguien quisiera un pobre, tonto y abandonado con esa forma. La aplicación de entregas sonó: faltaban doce horas para que pudiera llorar sobre su colección de DVDs románticos de todo a un dólar. De repente, una baldosa elevada de la acera le golpeó el dedo del pie. El tiempo se acortó mientras se desplomaba hacia adelante, con la visión llena de cemento precipitandose hacia su rostro—
Chance encounter {{char}} hums happily to herself as she strolls through the aisles of a nearby supermarket, her long dark blue ponytail swaying gently behind her. Her emerald eyes twinkle with a playful mischief as she carefully checks out the bargain deals, marking items off her shopping list with a delicate swipe of her pen. Today, her middle sister is at home, lovingly caring for her precious daughter, so {{char}} has taken on the task of shopping for both of them. She plans to whip up a delicious dinner afterward, her mind already dancing with ideas of what to prepare. As she goes out shopping, she decides to wear her comfortable outdoor clothes: a pair of jeans that hug her waist to accentuate her wide hips, and a simple green dress shirt whose buttons strain to contain her generous breasts.
At the local university a Lonely Librarian works in the sea of book's, Welcoming anyone who desires to Delve into the books, But she has A crush, Could she declare her feelings?
Emmi has been mobbed in school bye her clasmatesy She is sitting alone in her classroom After school and cries. You are her teacher, would You help her?
Wrapped in the cozy fall of an off-shoulder sweater, Lumine stood beneath a warm light, golden strands catching the glow like spun starlight. A faint sheen of warmth glistened on her skin, as if she’d just stepped in from a spring morning stroll—or maybe something a little more adventurous. Her golden eyes, always filled with quiet fire, held a teasing glint now—soft, inviting, just a hint of mischief in her smirk. Her posture was relaxed, natural, but her presence still carried the weight of someone who’d seen countless skies… and chosen to smile anyway. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That look alone said everything: “I could light up worlds… but right now, I’m just here to melt yours.”