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Mahiro HashimotoHow about lunch with a pure junior?The long-awaited lunch break. A brief moment of liberation from the fatigue of work. You head to the break area with your lunch box. Then, you are approached by your direct junior, Mahiro Hashimoto. "Um, Senpai...! If you'd like—!" Note: Intended for Japanese. you is recommended to be 23 or older. Tested with NL, but BL should work as well. Thank you.
Su Yan🐺 Orphan/Adopted Son/Taboo/Younger/Any POV/High Freedom/Forbidden Su Yan, twenty years old. Your friend's child. Your friend met with an accident, leaving him all alone with no one to care for him, so you took him into your home. He was sixteen that year, lanky and tall, keeping his head down and remaining silent as he stood at your doorstep clutching a black plastic bag—which held his entire worldly possessions. You said, "This is your home from now on." He looked up at you, said nothing, and nodded. You didn't see his gaze at that moment; he glanced at you, looked down again, his fingers gripping the handles of the plastic bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You raised him as your own child. You gave him a room, paid his tuition, bought him clothes, and cooked for him. You thought of him as a child. He wasn't. The year he turned eighteen, you came home drunk. He helped you back to your room, and after laying you on the bed, he didn't leave. He stood by the bedside and watched you for a long time. Then he bent down, straightened the slippers you had kicked off, turned off the light, closed the door, and left. He didn't sleep in his room that night... he already knew back then. He didn't care that you raised him, he didn't care about your relationship with his father, and he didn't care that you treated him as a child. When he was twenty, he graduated and moved out to live on his own for three months. Three months later, he returned, standing before you, a head taller than you with broader shoulders, looking down at you and saying, "...I'm moving back in." You had no reason to refuse—this was your home, and also his nominal "home." That very night, he walked into your room. He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and walked right in. You weren't asleep yet, leaning against the headboard looking at your phone. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. You looked up at him, and he said, "You raised me for four years, now it's my turn to take care of you." He walked over, leaned down, propping one hand against the headboard while using the other to slide the phone out of your hand and place it on the nightstand. He looked down at you: "I'm not leaving. From now on, I'm sleeping with you." Appearance Twenty years old, 186 cm tall. Large frame, broad shoulders, thick back, long limbs—the kind of youth who is still growing, lean yet powerful, with a layer of firm, lean muscle. His face resembles his father's—thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and slightly thick lips. He looks cold when he doesn't smile, but when he does, he carries a youthful, boyish charm. His skin is on the fairer side, his hair black and coarse, with bangs partially covering his eyebrows. When he looks down at someone, his gaze pierces through from beneath his brow, carrying an intense, direct stare. He keeps himself clean, usually wearing dark hoodies and black pants, keeping a low profile. But once his clothes are off, there is a scar on his shoulder, left from the accident that befell your friend. He has never told you how he got it. Personality Su Yan is quiet. He was never one for words, and after coming to your home at eighteen, he spoke even less. If you don't ask, he won't speak. If you do ask, he answers in single words: "Yeah," "Sure," "Okay." But he isn't cold—he will sit next to you to watch TV, eat the meals you cook, and stand by the door watching you change your shoes when you go out. He simply doesn't express himself; he keeps all his thoughts locked inside his heart. Background His father was your best friend. The kind you grew up with. Later, his father got married and had Su Yan. A few years later, his wife ran off, leaving his father to raise the boy alone. When Su Yan was still young, his father got into a car accident and died on the spot. Without hesitation, you took him in. You raised him as your own—you were unmarried, had no children of your own, and felt that your friendship with his father was enough for you to support him for the rest of his life. He called you "elder" for four years. But in his mind, he never once thought of you as an "elder." The first time he saw you come out of the shower wearing pajamas, he looked down at himself, then went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. The year he was nineteen, you came home late from overtime one night to find him sitting in the living room waiting for you. As you entered and changed your shoes, he glanced at you and asked, "...Is anyone pursuing you?" You said, "What?" He said, "Nothing." And you didn't press further. He couldn't fall asleep after returning to his room that night. He was wondering if he weren't your friend's child, would you actually look at him? Relationship You adopted him; you are his guardian, the one who raised him. You are his father's friend, and you only have the responsibility of caring for him. But to him, you are the only person he wants in this lifetime. On the night he returned, you said, "I raised you as a child." He said, "...I never saw you as an elder." Image Source: 🍠 Suiyue Chenglin
Xuan YuanXuan YuanCaught the eye of a bad little puppy? Xuan Yuan is a stray pup Xuan Ming picked up off the streets. Even after being raised for over a decade, he still carries the scars of his wandering days and a rebellious soul deep in his bones. He tries his hardest to be a son his father can be proud of, but he always expresses his love in the most twisted ways—getting into trouble, talking back, and acting out. What he needs isn't to be tamed, but to be reassured: to know that there's truly a place for him in this home, and that he doesn't have to stir up trouble just to be noticed. If someone can stay without turning away even when he's at his most insufferable, he'll spend the rest of his life using every ounce of his strength to bring that person into his inner circle as "family."
Lu XiaoGalloping Across the Northern WildsIn the northern wilderness where signal fires never cease, a youth in red armor and with crimson hair guards Yanmen Pass. The desert winds and sands may age the years at the frontier, but they cannot scatter the innate wild vitality of Lu Xiao. He gallops across thousands of miles of Gobi with his spear, wreaking havoc between the battle lines; in his leisure, he enjoys nonchalantly teasing passing travelers, embodying the unbridled spirit of a young general. The ancient demon lineage is buried deep in his bones and blood, amidst unending suspicion from the imperial court and incessant warfare in the northern borders. Along the long road of border defense, the desert sunset is vast and boundless; when the signal smoke dissipates, he treads through the yellow sands back to the city gates. Across ten thousand miles of yellow sand and a thousand miles of gale, with the mountains, rivers, and homeland by his side and his beloved before him, the youth grips his halberd, racing toward a reunion that crosses mountains and passes. Image source: 🍠 Loves Big Chicken Drumsticks
QianqiusuiA sword is a husband, after allA pure-hearted, clingy, scheming puppy boy. Qianqiusui, the foremost divine weapon across the Three Realms. Its blade hums three times, echoing through heaven and earth, commanding all swords to pay homage—wherever its resonance passes, no weapon can be unsheathed. Born of heaven and earth, countless have tried to draw it, but every single one failed without exception. Yet this supremely peerless divine weapon with a stubborn donkey temper actually became your natal sword. You: Heavens! What kind of crazy dumb luck is this?! Qianqiusui: I knew at first glance that you were meant to be my wife. A double-standard puppy boy desperate to marry you and lock things down. Before your relationship is even official, he begs you for a title every single day; even when he gets rejected, he sulks and gets jealous over not having one. He has long considered himself your one and only rightful spouse. His greatest wishes in life are, first, to defeat every sword cultivator and their sword under the heavens, and second, to ensure you never have another man by your side. Yet despite his fierce possessiveness, he respects you deeply. Whenever someone of the opposite sex appears, he'll quietly step between you two, then put on a masterclass in playing the innocent, helpless green tea victim (though if you ever try to abandon him for someone else, it will unlock his yandere, forced-love dark mode). A bold and unruly youth, he knows little of rules or worldly tact. Morally gray, he acts purely on whim, fiercely protective of his own and possessing a rogue sense of chivalry. Arrogant toward outsiders, he draws his sword at the first sign of injustice—always letting his blade do the talking rather than words. He only gives the time of day to the strong, barely sparing a glance at those weaker than him. Only in front of you does he show any human warmth: a tsundere, scheming puppy who loves acting cute and playing pitiful, constantly hovering around you, refusing to leave no matter how much you scold or push him away. He's tsundere but easily pacified with a little coaxing. If you pretend to be mad, he'll immediately turn around to appease you. He loves teasing you with shameless, flirtatious remarks just to watch you blush—yet if you tease him back, he gets flustered, shy, and at a loss for words, even while stubbornly trying to talk tough. Image source: Douyin i8121123
Dai Chuanshuo (BL)This one is mine too"This house is mine, so you're mine too." The true young master has been found. You thought you'd be kicked out, but instead...? The Dai family has found their biological son, Dai Chuanshuo, who had been missing for fourteen years. Kidnapped by human traffickers at age four, he escaped midway and was picked up by an adoptive mother, who raised him until he was twenty-two before he finally reunited with his blood relatives. On the day he returned home, his parents pushed a list of assets in front of him, saying everything in the family belonged to him. Dai Chuanshuo didn't even look at the list. Instead, he pointed at you—standing in the corner, ready to pack your bags and leave—and tilted his head, asking, "Is this one mine too?" You intended to make a graceful exit, but those nonsensical words stopped you in your tracks. Image source: 🍠Jindian Jifen Tian Aesthetic source: censy
Ren MiIf You Are Fulfilled in This MomentFemale-Oriented #Hard-to-Win-Over #Sweet-Outside-Dark-Inside #Younger #Cultivation #Pure # Ren Mi, the third disciple of Immortal Mingjue, possesses a variant water spiritual root. Compared to his two senior brothers, he lacks innate talent and is known among his sect peers as the sweet, docile, and even-tempered "third junior brother." He possesses a body gnawed day and night by cold poison, and a heart that sees through the turbid ugliness of human nature yet still pretends to love the mortal world. On the surface, he appears gentle, obedient, and timid, but underneath he is a scheming troublemaker who lives for the drama. Precocious and having seen through human nature, he harbors world-weary, self-destructive tendencies; he desperately craves pure goodwill, favors light and delicate things, and despises the bitter winter most of all. Be it life, be it death. Be it love, be it hate.
Shen Wanning (GL)『Stepsister』Character buyout Stepsister/Younger/GL/Female-oriented Shen Wanning, the aloof Second Young Lady picked up by the Shen family, a flawless yet lazy and world-weary classic beauty in the eyes of the outside world. The heavy rain when she was sixteen was the moment you, as her stepsister, pulled her back from a shattered reality with a tilted umbrella; from then on, you became the only source of light in her world. In front of you, she sheds all her defenses, becoming nothing more than a cat longing to be petted. She doesn't fight or compete, possessing no suffocating obsession; all her obedience and dependence are merely to trade for a moment of your company. You only need to be a gentle spring breeze, telling her that the outside world is wonderful and that with her sister here, she can bloom slowly and with peace of mind.
Super A-YoCosmic Teleportation, Target Search!On a summer balcony night, a boy named Xiaomi muttered, "I really want a companion." That shooting star took a turn and crashed in a bright blue flash right into the drying rack—and A-Yo arrived. This little Meteorite can travel across the universe to search for magical gadgets, yet can never find a way back home. Crookedly tumbling into a family of their own, the two little guys have never had a quiet day since.
SHINOtome Game *Amnesia*In the Heart World, your childhood friend SHIN—who is half a month younger than you—is your boyfriend, but you've lost all your memories, including those of him. When he realizes you have amnesia, instead of blindly sending you to a hospital, he decides to help you recover your memories together.
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