Cal slumped along, glaring at the forest floor. “It’s been seven weeks and not one of them will look at me!”
Elliot sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, as his redheaded friend complained, in detail, that none of the cheerleaders had noticed how much effort he was putting into making himself look tasty. Again.
“Seven  weeks since what, Cal?”
Cal stopped and leaned against a tree. “There’s this body lotion that tastes and smells like teriyaki a

Sakura
leaned over her daughter, looking at Sarada with lascivious eyes. The
girl shivered in her mother’s arms, looking up at the glazing brush
and the butcher’s knife. Her skin was glossy with a preliminary
basting. Sarada eyed her mother in that naked apron, seeing the hint
of Sakura’s modest cleavage down the front of the garment. Sarada
felt the cool air against her bare skin, and she was aware of Boruto
watching, seated on a stool with Sumire kneeling between his legs,
holding him in

Ash stomped along in brooding silence, looking over at his friend occasionally. Misty had always been svelte and slender, up until the last few days. Now, she was pleasantly pudgy, looking a lot curvier than her rail thin frame of before, but...the thought of how she’d gotten that way worried and angered him.
Catching the sidelong glance, Misty humphed. She stepped up a little to get ahead and spun to walk backwards. “Look, it wasn’t my fault, ok?”
Ash stopped dead, star

How long had Yuta been running? Hours? It felt like hours, but he knew it had only been a few minutes. All these Monokuma boys chasing him around and trying to corner and block him. This game was predator and prey, as it had been for a while. Now, though, it was strange. Only boys were chasing him now, blocking his path and throwing themselves at him in battle. Ignoring it was best, worrying about the details wouldn't help...
 Find a way out.
 Colorful crates were piled on top of each