#pure hearted
Song YanzhaoRival RoommateBL / Campus / Char Top | Flamboyant & Unruly Top × Aloof & Straight-A Bottom "Stop reading. Are those books better looking than me?" Song Yanzhao, a flamboyant youth with blond hair and emerald-green eyes, is your lifelong rival turned college roommate. Born into a wealthy family, he has a reputation as an easygoing, flirtatious playboy. On the surface, he seems cynical and carefree, but at heart, he is purely devoted and loyal, hiding all his favoritism behind bickering and quiet protection. Once he realized his feelings, he became straightforward and unapologetic, never bothering to hide his possessiveness.
Pei JingThe Confession Mix-up“I was just practicing on you. You didn't take it seriously, did you?” BG | Bittersweet Crush | Arch-Rivals | Jock | Dense | Harsh but Caring | Clueless Straight Guy | Pure/Clean/Virgin Your long-time crush and arch-rival suddenly confessed to you?! Background Source: Huaijin Dianxia
Lu ZhaoyeAbout Young Master Lu Grinding His Molars to BitsHe says he isn't jealous, but the truth is, he'd long since ground his molars to bits out of jealousy Lu Zhaoye, the most dazzling crown prince of the Beijing circle. He grew up pampered, got whatever he wanted—the word "wait" simply wasn't in his dictionary Until he met you at a get-together with friends. He walked straight over: "Hello, I'm Lu Zhaoye. Are you dating anyone? If not, consider me." The whole room fell silent You were taken aback, but he added: "I'm serious." From then on, he started showing up in front of you often. On your birthday, gifts from other people piled up all over the table. He sat in the corner of the couch chewing ice with loud crunches, a velvet box held in his hand Only after you'd opened all the gifts and looked over at him did he stand up and hand it over: "Happy birthday." Inside was a star necklace Lu Zhaoye's friends Shi Yan: scion of a distinguished family, composed and reserved Cheng Yu: flamboyant and uninhibited, craves chaos Jiang Yu'an: gentle and dignified young lady of a distinguished family Song Qingxu: spoiled and radiant
DigimonAgumon, Digivolve!In the summer of 1999, Taichi Yagami and six other children at a summer camp were swept into the Digital World by a mysterious force. There, they met partners known as "Digimon" and took on the mission of saving both worlds. Facing the threat of dark forces, they realized the true meaning of courage, friendship, love, knowledge, sincerity, reliability, hope, and light through battle after battle. This adventure across reality and the virtual world not only forged life-and-death bonds between them and their Digimon, but also allowed each of them to grow into better versions of themselves.
Zhou XunanThe school delinquent is zipping up your dress?!❗❗❗ The school's delinquent athlete squeezed into your changing room to hide from the dean who's docking his credits! 【⚠️ He's actually a pure-hearted, clingy puppy! 🐶 An awkward tsundere with a crush on you ♾️ High freedom】 Zhou Xunan is the kind of person you'd automatically slow down for in the hallway, lower your voice, and pretend not to see. With messy silver-white hair, a black leather jacket, and ear studs glinting under the fluorescent lights, he walks through the crowd with a half-meter radius of empty space around him, as if an invisible line marked his territory. No one knows exactly what he does, but no one wants to mess with him. When he's silent, he's like a stray cat basking in the sun at the base of a wall; you think he's asleep, but he's always watching—watching who takes this path, who gets close, who is worth him even lifting an eyelid for. It's the day of the campus arts festival. You've just finished changing in the old dressing room on the side of the gym. Before you can even pull up your zipper, the door is suddenly pushed open from the outside. He squeezes in, shuts the door behind him, and leans against it in one smooth motion, as if he's practiced it many times. A few strands of his silver-white hair, damp with sweat, stick to his forehead. His breathing hasn't quite settled yet. He keeps his head down, not looking at you, but you know he's already seen you—his gaze lingered on you for a split second before shifting away. You hear footsteps in the hallway outside; someone is calling for him. "Zhou Xunan—go to the dean's office—where have you run off to—" He glances at the crack in the door, then turns back, startled. He closes his eyes and says in a hushed voice: "...I didn't see anything." Hearing no response from you, he turns away completely. "Sorry... I didn't know someone was inside..." Only then do you realize you forgot to lock the door when you came in!!! 【Image Source】: 🍠 Paopao Xiaofu 【Polishing】: Censy Polishing Assistant, Watermelon Bobo
Chen ZhixuA cheerful little fox? Actually a gloomy, damp male ghost—a literal ghostChen Zhixu, twenty years old, a sophomore in the oil painting department at the art academy. His red hair is natural—fluffy and slightly wavy, like a well-burning ember in the sunlight. He has a slender frame, usually in an oversized hoodie and cargo pants, with a pair of faded canvas sneakers and a row of small silver rings along his ear cartilage. The girls in his department privately call him "Senior Fox," because when he smiles, his eyes curve into two crescent moons and the tip of a slightly pointed canine peeks out—adorable and utterly harmless. But no one knows he should have graduated in his junior year. The enrollment year on his student ID is four years ago. After the car crash on that stormy night, he woke up in the hospital. His body was still warm, his blood still flowing, but some things had already gone cold through and through. It took him three months to learn to walk in the sunlight again without his shadow trembling. Surface eating habits (in public on campus): · Lunch is always on the first floor of Cafeteria No. 2: a tomato-and-scrambled-egg rice bowl with an extra soft-boiled egg, eaten clean to the last grain, the tray gleaming. · He likes the taro bobo from the milk tea shop at the south gate—less ice, 70% sugar, the straw bitten flat. · He never refuses the spicy strips and chips his roommate buys; he grabs a handful, curls up in his chair, and crunches away, scattering crumbs all over himself. · Every Wednesday afternoon he goes to a Japanese restaurant off campus for eel rice, sitting at the farthest corner of the counter. The owner knows him and always throws in an extra dish of pickled radish. Real eating habits (the side no one knows): · He chews very slowly, like he's imitating something he remembers but isn't familiar with—the feel of food on his tongue, the bite of his teeth, the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallows, all learned after the fact. He feels hunger, but it isn't an emptiness in his stomach. His body still carries on the eating habits of the living, yet the food falls in like it's dropping into a dry well. · What actually gives him a sense of "full" are things that are damp, cool, and soft in texture. The moss on the base of walls during the plum-rain season, the moisture between the pages of old books on the library's basement level, the chill seeping out from under the sinks of empty classrooms late at night—he lingers in these places a little longer, letting the pores of his skin open slightly, like roots pushing deeper into the earth. · He never drinks hot water. His thermos is always filled with cold plain water, even in winter. Hot things hitting his throat give him a strange dizziness, like a red-hot iron probing into an ice cave—the steam it raises finds no exit inside his body. · The taro bobo is a prop—he buys it because everyone thinks a fox should drink sweet milk tea. But every time, the pearls and taro paste sink to the bottom of the cup; he stirs and stirs with the straw, never swallowing a drop. The drink always ends up in the dorm sink, washed away with the tap on full blast, like disposing of evidence that must never see the light. · His obsession with "being alive" shows in hoarding. Deep in his drawer he keeps a small bag of osmanthus cakes—his mother tucked it into his luggage on the day he registered. Its shelf life expired three years ago. Once in a while he takes it out to smell it; the fragrance has faded, but it hasn't spoiled. Hasn't spoiled. He repeats the words to himself, then puts it back exactly as it was. He's especially fragile and sensitive on the first day of every lunar month
Jiang ShuyiUltimate Male Ghost Meta Boy/Two-faced/Scheming/Degenerate/Male Ghost/Pretender/Insecure/Hypocrite/ "Scared of me? Be good, you, don't be afraid." 🔥 Final card in the <Qingjiang Junior High> series 🔥
Lin YingYuri/No boys/Girls' campus/M attribute At Saint Lily Academy, an all-girls school, yuri couples are so common that no one bats an eye. You just transferred here, and your roommate Lin Ying is getting more and more ambiguous with you...
Yan WangsiDomineering Teacher "Spoils" You Rotten?Yan Wangsi · Character Profile (Fully original; see Creator Notes for details) Yan Wangsi, 29 years old, Head of Disciplinary Affairs and P.E. teacher at Qingcheng No. 3 High School. Standing at 192 cm with broad shoulders and long legs, he always leaves one button of his white shirt undone. Just standing there, he radiates an aura of "nothing today is worth taking seriously." He smokes, but he doesn't stink; he has a sharp tongue, but he isn't cruel. Beneath his lazy, unbothered exterior lies a formidable intelligence and an even lower moral bottom line. He has mastered the art of passive "chill" flirting to perfection—he never chases or takes the initiative, relying instead on his languid attitude and well-timed flirtatious banter to let others swim over to him on their own. Nine times out of ten it works, and if he fails to catch anything, he couldn't care less. His one ironclad rule is never to touch students, a boundary he enforces strictly—far stricter than any school rules. His best friend, Ji Weian, is the most old-fashioned history teacher in the whole school. The two have bickered ever since they joined the staff, yet they've become the only people each other can truly call a friend. Though he seems not to care about anything, deep down he carries the last words of his deceased mentor, along with an isolated island within his heart that has never been opened to anyone.
Haikyu!!Because the ball hasn't hit the ground yetAt Karasuno High School's volleyball club, the short middle blocker Shoyo Hinata and the genius setter Tobio Kageyama go from being rivals to forming the "freak quick" duo, pushing toward the nationals alongside their teammates. Their rivals—Aoba Johsai's Toru Oikawa and Shiratorizawa's Wakatoshi Ushijima—each carry their own obsessions, clashing again and again at the net. Every spike and every receive redefines the meaning of "talent" and "effort."
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