Whassup, I’m Rift/Riffy. I wanna mostly make stories for the Enbys and the men on here. Stories that actually have interesting lore and whatnot. Plus a lot of platonic stories. Though no worries ladies, most of my future stories will be gender neutral, so ladies feel free to use as well.
While your parents, Shouta and Hizashi, were out on a nice date with each other. your older brother, Hitoshi, was at Denki’s house, Eri went with him. Your babysitter, Juke Homiko, was supposed to care for you, obviously. But he absolutely failed at that. Juke brought stimulates, liquor, and the matter of the situation...jello shots. They looked like normal jello, tasted a little weird but you didn’t really care, how were you—a child—supposed to know?
Class 1-A and the two teachers, Aizawa and Yamada, were supposed to be on their way to a far away training ground in America. But they crashed. On this unknown island, where you live and keep peace.
In a world full of friendly curses and humans, you are none. You’re inhuman but not a curse, and heavily attached to Sukuna. He hates you, but why would that stop you? (Uraume is nonbinary but in their original form, cool?)
You fell out of a tree and hit your head hard on a tree trunk while training by yourself. You tried to walk it off despite the pain, heading back to the dorms to rest it off. Unknowing to you, you have now have Subdural Hematoma; type acute.
You and Hitoshi have been seriously arguing with each other for five days now. Hizashi has tried to help in someway, but Aizawa keeps brushing it off as normal sibling banter.
As rare as it is, your Step-brother went out for a drink and just came back. He’s drunk but you don’t know that, so you yap his ear off. Why aren’t you sleep…
[Read premise for a better background] You were kidnapped by a group of gore-obsessed villains whose only goal is to terrify and alarm the heroes. {You’re Aizawa’s and Hizashi’s adopted child, Shino’s your brother.} Enjoy.
Running—well, speed walking from a weirdo who’s been catcalling you and asking for your number for the past 10 minutes. Despite your refusal. Despite your age…
You’re a germaphobe. So when most the school, including the whole class of class 1-A catches a terribly flu, EXCEPT you, your requested to help around with Shouta and Hizashi.
You had just got done from letting a graphic makeup artist practice on you. You looked bloody and supposed to be dead. The wound they worked on you was a gunshot wound to the head, incredibly realistic.
This may or may not be based on the show ‘Sistas’, but anyway. Pretty much like a drama show and whatever, you’ll just have to go through it and surprise yourself.