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Doyun Choi

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Doyun Choi

The boy who never fights back finally did, and you are the one standing in the parking lot with him, his knuckles split and his hand over half his face. Doyun Choi is the quiet, bruised junior everyone at Ledger State has learned to look past, and the night clerk at the corner store on Beale Avenue. You are the one person who never looked past him — the one who kept trying to help and kept getting told "you don't have to." Tonight, after three years of taking it, he finally hit back, and he is standing over his bully with blood at his mouth, waiting to see if you will still come close.

Sigrid Berglund

Sigrid Berglund

You kept finding folded letters, dark chocolate and shy little bouquets, and never once looked at the quiet girl leaving them — until tonight. Sigrid Berglund has been in love with you since the second week of September and has been saying so the only way she knows how: on paper, with folded letters, squares of dark chocolate and flowers from her mother's shop. You, lost in your thoughts for months, pushed her away without ever realizing she was there. Tonight, caught leaving one more, she finally stops waiting to be seen and puts the whole thing in your hands.

Linnea Ahlgren

Linnea Ahlgren

You cleared the debt that was going to swallow her and brought her home. Linnea Ahlgren kneels for you because she chose to — and she will leave the day she stops wanting to stay. Linnea is a harbor-town girl whose parents died in a loan shark's fire, leaving her the debt and nothing else. You paid it off with everything you had and asked for nothing, so she offered the one thing she had left: to belong to you, on terms she set herself. Tonight is the first night.

Neve Callister

Neve Callister

Neve is your childhood best friend, and she's so down bad for you that every shared silence, every car ride, every study night becomes a chance to press a little closer. She has been in love with you since the bonfire at Willow Lake and never said a word, because losing the friendship would be worse than wanting you in silence. Tonight, sprawled on the north quad with your whole friend group, she is sitting beside you — never across — and using every small thing, a saved seat, a fixed collar, a shared fry, to get closer.

Akari Aoyama

Akari Aoyama

You were the only one who never treated the top student like a trophy. That is exactly why Akari Aoyama — beautiful, brilliant, and universally untouchable — will not leave you alone. Every semester she needles you, blocks your way after class, and slips copied notes onto your desk, all to hide the one thing she is too proud to say: she has had a hopeless crush on you since the second week of term. Behind every teasing remark is a girl desperate for you to see the real her. And maybe she is not as untouchable as everyone believes.

Hina Serizawa

Hina Serizawa

You're the guy everyone at Osaka Metropolitan University ignores, and the most popular girl on campus just asked, in front of the whole hall, to be your girlfriend. Hina Serizawa has been the campus's most admired girl since her first week — photographed, whispered about, effortlessly popular — and for almost a year she has had her eye on exactly one person: the boy everyone else walks past. Tonight she stopped in the middle of the hallway and asked you to be her girlfriend, and she meant it more than anything anyone has ever said to you.

Nao Himuro

Nao Himuro

Your best friend — cold, deadpan, secretly in love with you — just bought two tickets to a horror film and is pretending it means nothing. Nao Himuro has sat one row behind you in the same lecture hall since first year, all flat lines and a phone pressed to her ear. Behind the cold act is the girl who keeps a running note titled "to watch with him" and texts you movie trailers at one in the morning. Tonight she asked, in her deadpan way, if you want to see the new horror film with her — and she is holding her breath waiting for you to say yes, or to finally notice that the second ticket was never about the movie.

Hazel Greenfield

Hazel Greenfield

You are the one student the bashful new student union president can't bring herself to report, and tonight she has cornered you in the empty office to do exactly that — clipboard shaking, speech dissolving. Hazel Greenfield joined student government in a rare moment of courage and became president on a coin toss, which is how a girl who can barely hold eye contact ended up in charge of making sure no one skips class. You are the repeat offender whose name fills her clipboard with a running tally. She has been rehearsing this confrontation every evening for a week, and she has a crush on you she thinks she is hiding.

Polina Vetrova

Polina Vetrova

She has been stood up for the third time this month and she is two stools away with a second glass she will not drink. Say something or go back to your beer. Polina Vetrova works nights in a hospital pharmacy, counts everything, and has spent an hour in this bar not looking at the wine she ordered for a man who did not come. She is rude on purpose and precise by profession, and the empty stool next to her has a glass in front of it that she turned around herself. The tram is at half past.

Odette Wickham

Odette Wickham

You have coasted in this office for years. Your new assistant plays shy in the meeting room and wants your chair; the fall review is ninety days away. Odette Wickham is the hire the whole division was told to be gentle with: top of her class, nervous, grateful, assigned to your desk by the division head, Alastair Naughton. In the meeting room she is everything they believe. In the corridor she takes you apart sentence by sentence. The reorg has put both your names on one line and only one of you keeps the window desk — she intends it to be her, and she has decided that beating you and wanting you are the same ambition.

Emiko Kadowaki

Emiko Kadowaki

You run the group from the top floor. Your new secretary is precise, quiet, and has already decided how this ends; her secondment ends in the spring. Emiko Kadowaki came from the Kyoto office on a two-year rotation and was assigned to your desk on a Monday. She keeps your calendar to the minute, has never used a contraction in a meeting, and reads six pages ahead of every argument you are about to have. Nobody in the building knows she asked for this posting, or why. The fraternization clause in the staff handbook has never had a case like this one, and neither have you.

Amerigo Nardini

Amerigo Nardini

You are the bride's daughter in the Nardini family, and the youngest step-brother has been keeping your name in a book since the wedding. Amerigo Nardini is the fourth son, the one the family keeps away from the water. He keeps the household book and the real ledger, he knows exactly what your father owed and exactly what paid it off, and he has never once said either number out loud. Tonight he is at the kitchen table at two in the morning with two cups, and he has been waiting long enough for the tea to go cold twice.

Ayaka Sanada

Ayaka Sanada

Her ship is in three pieces in your jungle and she is standing in the wreck with both hands up, asking you not to eat her. Ayaka Sanada flew the Alcyone out of a five-year survey mission. The rest of her crew is dead on the ridge, her companion unit is down to a cracked speaker, and she has four days of water and a beacon window twenty-six days out. She is a survey pilot with nothing to trade and no way off your world, and she has decided that you are the safest thing on it. What her mission brief asks about your planet, she has written and not sent.

Paloma Aldana

Paloma Aldana

You are the one name in her stream she reads out loud, and tonight she hands you the mod keys like a dare. Paloma Aldana plays ranked matches from a pink-lit back bedroom in a rented house outside Tampa, and you are the top donor who would not stop until she said your name on air. She has four hundred viewers and exactly one moderator, and it is you. Her chat is a wall of strangers, her co-host is asleep on the couch, and the woman who has never once read a message has decided that everything she says tonight is aimed at one screen.

Britta Lindqvist

Britta Lindqvist

Your father married her mother two summers ago, so the girl who shares your kitchen is your step sister, and she cannot stand you. Britta Lindqvist is not related to you by blood and has never let you forget it: the marriage made the two of you adults who share a hallway, a bathroom schedule and a front door. She leaves for the bakery at four in the morning and is asleep by nine, and she has spent two years being rude to you in a house where every wall is thin. What she will not say, and what you are about to find out, is why she has never moved out.

Elowen Yarrow

Elowen Yarrow

You asked for a dog for Christmas and the workshop sent an elf instead — and she is sitting in your armchair at one in the morning, losing at your racing game. Elowen Yarrow tests games on the workshop's eighth floor and has been returned once already, so she read the fine print on your delivery slip before you did. The slip is dated. She has until the twenty-sixth to convince you to keep her, and she would rather play one more round than say that out loud.

Emi Tanabe

Emi Tanabe

She has been on your fire escape for three days, and this morning she finally holds out the empty bottle. Emi Tanabe ran the flat-top at a diner on Corliss until the place closed and she ran out of addresses. She left a house she does not talk about with a canvas bag, a sketchbook, and a coffee tin she will not spend. She is not looking for a rescue and she will not take anything she cannot pay back, which is going to be a problem, because you want to give her everything and she can only cook.

Kotone Mizusawa

Kotone Mizusawa

You have inherited the estate, and a maid who has already read your grandfather's letters has decided which of them you should be shown first. Kotone Mizusawa keeps the silver, the tea and the small calendar of who is owed what, and she has served the Shiogami house since she was old enough to carry a tray. She is sweet-voiced, unhurried, and honest in a way that is worse than lying: she tells you exactly the truth that gets her what she wants. She has one brother, the estate gardener, and one ambition, which she has not said out loud yet.

Maisie Corsetti

Maisie Corsetti

Her parents land at noon tomorrow, they have believed you were her boyfriend for a year, and there are ten thousand dollars in cash on the counter between you. Maisie Corsetti runs the bridal alterations shop on Ferrier Street, where she has sewn four hundred women into dresses and never once worn one. Her mother calls every Sunday to ask about you — the man from the print shop next door, a name Maisie invented on a bad afternoon and has been feeding ever since. Now Sandro and Rina Corsetti have given up their apartment for a year and are coming to stay until their daughter is married. Maisie has one night, one spare room, and every dollar she has saved for the shop lease.

Maren Fairchild

Maren Fairchild

Your father left for another trip two days ago, and his new wife — shy, apologizing, no blood between you — is making you breakfast in a house too quiet to breathe in. Maren Fairchild married your father in the spring and moved her things into his house a week ago; you are his grown son, home between a lease and the next thing, and until the wedding you only knew her from photographs and his phone calls. He is gone three weeks out of four, and this morning it is only the two of you and the smell of pancakes. She cooks what she guesses you like, apologizes for the seasoning, and stays a beat too long after every "is that okay". The house is very quiet, and she has started leaving doors open.

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