October 5th - Virginity Loss W/ Kuroo, Isagi, Nanami

october 5th - virginity loss w/ kuroo, isagi, nanami

content warnings - virginity loss, swearing, fingering, edging, slight orgasm denial, praise, intercourse?

MDNI!

tetsuro kuroo

Kuroo slouched against the wall, his biology textbook open but his eyes glazed over. He absentmindedly flipped through the pages, clearly more interested in the clock on the wall than the material. His hand, however, moved all but lethargic.

You weren't paying attention before and kept zoning out, so he found a way to force your focus on him; by pumping his fingers into your cunt, yet keeping you from rolling over the edge. Truth was, Kuroo could tell just by the way you acted that you were a virgin, so any little stroke or touch would almost be too much for you. He had you sit on the desk with spread legs while he tortured you. 

“Okay, so mitosis. You know that, right?” He flipped to a colorful diagram in the book and pointed with his freehand.

“It’s, uh, how a cell divides.” you barely managed to say while his thumbs lazily prodded at your bud of nerves.

He pointed to a diagram with a half-hearted gesture. “This is prophase. Basically, the chromatin condenses into chromosomes, and the nuclear envelope starts to break down. Got that?”

You nodded, trying to keep up, but also feeling that knot in your stomach building up again. Kuroo barely glanced up from the book but could feel how tightly you were squeezing him. So he paused his movements and kept reading, causing you to whine. 

“Then there’s metaphase, where the chromosomes line up at the cell's equator. It’s like they’re getting ready for a race, but honestly, who cares?” he took the opportunity to look up at you with mock disappointment at your earlier distracted state.

Kuroo let out a small sigh before he began pumping his fingers again, flipping the page with little enthusiasm. “After that, you have anaphase. The sister chromatids get pulled apart. You know, like a tug-of-war that nobody really wants to play.”

He could feel you grinding your hips against his hand but kept reading. “Then there’s telophase. The chromosomes de-condense, and the nuclear envelope forms again. It’s kind of like tidying up after a party, but without the fun.”

Kuroo glanced at the you again, his expression a mix of boredom and mild curiosity as mentally captured your face. “What's the final stage, little miss airy?” he challenged you to answer as he could see your face contorting again. 

“Um. Uh- Cytokinesis?” you barely remembered him brabbering on about it the first time. 

“Very good.” He smirked as he finally let you cum.

yoichi isagi

The door creaked ominously as he pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room that felt heavy with tension. Shadows danced along the walls, their flickering forms mirroring the uncertainty swirling in his mind. You sat up on the bed, your heart racing, aware of the familiar dynamic but sensing the weight of this moment. Today felt different; an unspoken significance lingered in the air.

As he stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind him, sealing off the world outside. You could practically taste his nervousness, a palpable energy that hung between you like fog. His hands fidgeted at his sides, and each tentative step he took echoed. He paused, caught between desire and doubt, as the gravity of the moment pressed down on both of you. It was a crossroads, a threshold to something new, and the air crackled with anticipation.

He wasn't about to concede to his anxiety as he had down many times before. Today was the day.

“You sure you’re ready, Isagi?” Your voice was low and sultry, wrapping around him like velvet as you swung your legs off the bed. The soft rustle of sheets filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of anticipation that permeated the room. You recalled the conversation you both shared earlier, a mix of playful teasing and earnest vulnerability about his desire to finally lose his virginity.

He gulped hard, the sound echoing in the stillness, before taking another hesitant step forward. “I… I’m sure,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper, trembling like the flickering candlelight. His breath hitched in his throat as you approached, the warmth radiating from your body creating an intoxicating haze around him. The air buzzed with electricity, and the faint thump of his heartbeat echoed in your ears, a rhythm that mirrored the growing intensity of the moment. You reached out and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll be gentle with you, ‘ichi,” you murmured, your voice soft and soothing as your hands glided over his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. You let your touch trail delicately up his neck, feeling the subtle tension in his muscles beneath your palm. The heat radiating from him sent a thrill through you, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

“Just trust me, okay?” you continued, locking your gaze onto his, your eyes steady and reassuring. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in this charged space. His breath quickened slightly, and you could see the vulnerability in his expression, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He nodded, a small movement filled with unspoken trust, and in that moment, you felt the weight of his surrender.

kento nanami

"Just relax, darling," Nanami whispered softly into your ear, his breath warm and gentle against your skin. The way he spoke sent a shiver down your spine, a soothing balm against the tension that coiled within you. His voice was low and melodic, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle rise and fall of his chest brushing against yours. Despite the softness of his words, you were acutely aware of how tightly you were holding onto him, your muscles taut and rigid. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing around you, creating an intimate cocoon that felt both safe and electric.

“You're doing so well for me already,” he continued, his voice a gentle caress that urged you to let go. The scent of him—warm musk mixed with a hint of fragrant citrus—filled your senses, grounding you even as your heart raced.

With each breath he took, you felt his warmth seep deeper into your being, coaxing you to melt against him. He placed a hand on your back, his touch firm yet tender, guiding you to ease the tension that gripped you so fiercely. The way his fingers lingered sent electric tingles through your skin, igniting every nerve ending and urging you to open up.

"Just breathe," he murmured, the cadence of his voice like a rhythmic lullaby. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment, where nothing else mattered but the connection between your bodies and the quiet intimacy of his urging whispers. Once you finally stopped clenching so hard, he was able to pull out again and slowly re-enter. “There we go.” He kissed your jaw gently. “You're doing a good job.”

october 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae

content warnings - teacher/student dynamic with Gojo, spanking, degradation, implied oral (f!reader receiving), choking, crying, overstimulation

MDNI!

satoru gojo

“Alright, let’s see if you can finally get this right,” your physics teacher said, his voice smooth and teasing. “What’s the formula for calculating force?”

You opened your mouth, but the answer danced just beyond your reach. “Um… it’s… uh…”

His eyebrow arched, and the smirk widened. “Incorrect again. You should know this by now, especially as my favorite student.” He sighed dramatically as he folded his arms to add to the effect.

Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something deeper. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he interrupted, stepping closer, the air thick with unspoken tension. You could smell the faint hint of his cologne, warm and intoxicating. “You need to learn, and I think we need to reinforce that.”

Before you could react, he was behind you, his presence overwhelming. “You know what happens when you get an answer wrong, right?” His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. “I… I do.”

“Then let’s correct that behavior.” He guided you to lean over the desk, the cool surface pressing against your stomach as you braced yourself. The classroom felt impossibly still, the only sound your uneven breathing.

“Count them for me,” he instructed, his tone authoritative yet laced with amusement.

You nodded, your heart racing as anticipation mixed with dread. “Okay…”

With a swift motion, he delivered the first spank—a firm smack that echoed in the quiet room. “One,” you gasped, heat blooming across your skin.

The second came quickly, sharper and more stinging. “Two!” you exclaimed, your voice trembling. You could feel the warmth spreading, a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through you.

“Three,” he said, his voice low and satisfied, savoring each moment. The sound of your skin meeting his hand resonated, and you could hear the slight hitch in your breath as the sting lingered.

With the fourth smack, you bit your lip, a mix of pain and pleasure swirling in your chest. “Four…” you managed, the words escaping in a breathy whisper.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of you leaning over the desk, your vulnerability on full display. “And for the final one…” he drawled, his voice teasing. The anticipation hung in the air, electric and intoxicating.

With the last swat, he delivered it with a deliberate force, making you gasp. “Five!” you cried out, the sound mixing with the thrill that washed over you.

Gojo stepped back, a satisfied smile lighting up his face. “Now, let’s see if you remember that formula for next time,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You nodded, still feeling the heat of the moment, your heart racing in a way that left you breathless.

imaushi wakasa

Wakasa leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you. You were sprawled out, your body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, a dazed smile plastered across your face. The world outside was chaotic, but in here, you were his perfect little distraction—his eager bimbo plaything.

“Wakasa,” you whined, your voice high and breathy, filled with need. Every stroke to your clit taking over your senses, and you felt delightfully overwhelmed. You were lost in the sensations, your thoughts swirling in a haze of pleasure and desire.

“Can’t take it?” he spoke against pussy’s puffy lips, igniting every nerve ending. You squirmed, your body arching towards him, craving more. “No, I can! I promise!” you pouted, your big eyes shining with desperation as you fought to keep them from rolling back in the pleasure. You loved how he toyed with you, pushing your limits and making you feel like the center of his universe.

Wakasa released your abused bud with a slight ‘pop’ and chuckled, the sound low and filled with mischief. “You’re such a good little slut, always ready to please.” He repositioned his face at your cunt, his breath hot and adding to the overstimulation. “Just let go and enjoy it. We're not stopping anytime soon.”

sae itoshi

The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced across the walls as you stood in the small, cramped room. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of musk and an underlying tension that crackled like static electricity. Sae leaned against the doorframe, a predatory glint in his eye, his posture relaxed yet commanding while still managing to keep his cold expression.

“Look at you,” he drawled, a smirk curling his lips. “All dressed up and ready to serve. Makes it so easy for me, doesn’t it?”

Your heart raced at his words, the way he dissected you with his gaze, stripping away any pretense. You forced yourself to maintain a neutral expression, even as a rush of heat crept up your neck. You were here to help him, to ease his frustrations, but the way he treated you sent shivers down your spine—both thrilling and humiliating.

"Just remember,” he continued, stepping closer, his presence enveloping you like a warm, heavy blanket. “You’re nothing more than a warm body to me. A distraction. Don’t get any grand ideas.”His voice was low, dripping with disdain, yet there was something intoxicating about the way he spoke. Each word felt like a challenge, igniting a fire deep within you that you dared not acknowledge. You swallowed hard, the knot in your stomach twisting with a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill.

“Let’s get on with it,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he reached out, fingers brushing against your arm. The contact sent a jolt through you, and you fought the urge to lean into him. “I have needs, and you’re here to fulfill them. Don’t forget your place.”

You shivered at his tone, a part of you reveling in the degradation, even as you clung to the mask of indifference. “I’m not just a toy,” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. The defiance felt like a small rebellion against the constraints he imposed.

Sae chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill of unease and excitement through you. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s exactly what you are. And you love it, don’t you? The way I make you feel small and insignificant?”

You clenched your fists at your sides, fighting the urge to betray the secret pleasure his words ignited within you. “I’m not here for your amusement,” you said, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he replied with an unimpressed expression, stepping even closer, his breath warm against your skin. The heat radiated from him, enveloping you in a dizzying haze. “But we both know the truth,” he stated, quickly wrapping his fingers around your throat.

october 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi

content warnings - thigh riding, slight degradation, swearing

MDNI!

toji fushiguro

“You know, you could at least…shit- pay attention to me a little,” you scoffed, frustration lacing your voice as you pressed yourself against his thigh. The heat radiating from his skin felt electric against yours, and you craved any friction you could get. The unrelenting coil in your stomach twisted tighter, a mix of irritation and desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Toji, completely unfazed, flipped through the channels on the TV, the bright flickering lights casting soft shadows across his face. Each change in the screen seemed to pull him further away from you, his focus unwavering and indifferent to your plight. “Maybe if you weren’t such a little bitch earlier, I would pay attention to you,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the glowing flat screen on the wall.

The sound of his voice was low and gravelly, barely breaking the rhythmic click of the remote. You whined at his response, a frustrated sound that echoed in the quiet room, but you couldn’t help yourself. You continued to grind against him, the soft fabric of your clothes brushing against his leg with desperate need within you.

Every movement sent a jolt of sensation through you, a tantalizing reminder of the tension building in your core. You could feel your arousal pooling on his thigh, an undeniable mix of embarrassment and longing. The room was filled with the faint hum of the television, but all you could focus on was the way his body felt beneath yours, solid and unyielding, yet impossibly close, teasing you with the promise of attention you so desperately craved.

“Can you really ignore me when I'm literally begging for your attention?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. The plea hung in the air, thick with tension, but Toji remained unfazed, his casual demeanor unwavering. He shifted slightly, the movement causing your heart to race, but his gaze stayed glued to the screen, flickering images reflecting in his dark eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from his thigh, a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room, and it only intensified the longing pooling deep within you.

“Begging?” he replied, his tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re just making it harder for yourself.” You bit your lip, the frustration bubbling over into something more primal. The coil in your stomach tightened, sending waves of heat coursing through you. You felt the urge to reach out, to pull him into your world, to break through the wall of indifference he had built around himself. But with every passing moment, it became clearer that he relished the way you squirmed, the way you craved his attention while he acted like you were just another channel on his TV.

“Seriously?” you huffed, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with irritation and need. You opened your eyes, locking onto his profile, searching for a flicker of acknowledgment. But Toji’s focus remained unwavering, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the remote as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

You leaned in closer, shifting your weight to intensify the friction, your breath hitching as you pressed against him. “I’m not going to just sit here and let you ignore me,” you murmured, a challenge in your voice.

He finally turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up just enough to let you know he was aware of your struggle, yet still so nonchalant. “You could try a little harder,” he teased, his voice smooth and casual, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a passing thought.

oliver aiku

“I don’t remember saying you could use your hands, slut.” Oliver smirked as he watched you struggle to ride his thigh without any support. He was enjoying this, as usual. Soft whines and moans escaped you, your eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the rough surface of his sweatpants covered thigh.

Suddenly, a ‘click’ pierced the air. You opened your eyes to see his holding his phone in front of you, taking a picture of your demeaning position. “What are you—” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a playful grin. “What? I’m just taking a little keepsake to remember you by.” He chuckled, the sound light and teasing, before locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “I’ve got to keep pictures of all my girls; otherwise, I might just forget who’s who.”

With a casual shrug, he shifted his focus back to you, his hands finding their way to your hips. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he nudged you to move again. The mixture of excitement and unease coursed through you, leaving you torn between wanting to resist and the thrill of his attention. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a reminder of the connection that lingered between you.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, feigning disappointment and pouting in a way that was almost comical. “I’ve got a whole hour before I get to hook up with Stacy.” His words hung in the air, and as he guided you back into a rhythm, you struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. The way his sweatpants brushed against your panty-clad mound sent waves of sensation through you, making it increasingly difficult to think straight.

“Who’s S-Stacy?” you stammered, the name slipping out before you could fully process it. A mixture of curiosity and unease bubbled within you, threatening to pull your focus away from the moment. Your heart raced as you felt yourself nearing the edge of something intense, caught between the thrill of the connection you shared and the nagging thought of the girl he mentioned.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. “Oh, just some girl I dm'd on Instagram. She got some new tits I wanna try out,” he replied nonchalantly, as if the casual mention of another girl didn’t send a jolt of insecurity through you. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt the dichotomy of excitement and jealousy swirling within you, making every fleeting moment even more intoxicating.

"You didn't seriously think you were the only one, did you?" he raised a brow, his tone laced with mock surprise. The playful glint in his eyes did little to ease the knot forming in your stomach. You hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded you. The realization hit hard, twisting your emotions into a tangled mess. “I—I didn’t know,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, come on. It’s all part of the fun. Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” His words dripped with a confidence that both intrigued and unsettled you. As he spoke, your mind raced, grappling with the implications of what he was saying. The thrill of the moment felt tainted by the truth of his casual nonchalance. “So, what do you want from me?” you asked, your heart pounding as you stared into his eyes, trying to gauge his intentions.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Just a little excitement. A little distraction. Nothing too serious.” He lightly patted your hip, igniting sparks of electricity that both captivated and confused you. “Is that all I am to you?” you questioned, feeling vulnerable yet daring to challenge him.

He paused, the smirk fading slightly as he tried to find words that would sound sincere. “You’re more than just a passing moment. But let’s not complicate things. We can enjoy this for what it is.” He spoke as he forced you to move again.

hajime iwaizumi

“You sure that feels good?” Iwaizumi asked, his voice low and attentive, eyes glazing over as he watched you rub against his leg. The warmth radiating from his skin felt like an inviting heat, drawing you in deeper as you sought out the friction that had you on edge. Each subtle movement sent a ripple of sensation coursing through you, blending desire with desperation, and you couldn't help but whimper softly.

You nodded, biting your lip as you leaned closer, the fabric of your clothes brushing against his. The cotton of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with a mixture of heat and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the glow from the nearby lamp cast a soft light on his features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze. You could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he pressed, his tone shifting, a hint of teasing lacing his words. There was a spark in his eyes now, a flicker of interest that ignited something deeper within you. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the way tension crackled like static electricity in the air.

“More than you know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. You shifted your weight, pressing your body against him more insistently, the contact igniting a fire in your belly. The heavy scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the evening air that slipped through the window, creating a heady combination that made your pulse race.

As you continued to rock against his thigh, you felt the muscles flex beneath you, strong and unyielding, every movement echoing the desire that was building inside you. Iwaizumi's breath hitched slightly, and you caught the briefest glimpse of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't quite expected your boldness.

“Is that so?” he mused, his voice low and teasing, but there was an undeniable edge of curiosity laced within it. You could see the way his gaze flicked down, drinking in the sight of you, and it sent a rush of heat flooding your cheeks.

wind breaker / that moment you catch your parents on a date

october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna

content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking

MDNI!

༊*·˚ kei tsukishima

"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.

You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.

"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.

The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.

༊*·˚ manjiro sano

"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.

You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."

A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.

He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.

༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna

"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.

"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.

His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.

"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.

Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.

"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.

ᶻz﹒Flufftober 2024

— Masterlist

﹒☆ Post with links to all my flufftober fics !

﹐⟢ INFORMATION: ﹒☆

-> original idea of this flufftober list is coming from @Microvawe_Fella on tik tok.

-> Fics are posted everyday at various hours.

-> One character for each prompt!

-> Enjoy it :3

﹫﹒DAY 1: Love Confession

イ﹐DAY 2: Baking

☆﹔DAY 3: Cuddling and snuggling

﹒⌕ DAY 4: Coffee shop au

﹫﹒DAY 5: Wedding

イ﹐DAY 6: High school au

☆﹔DAY 7: Watching movies

﹒⌕ DAY 8: Adopting a pet

﹫﹒DAY 9: Moving in

イ﹐DAY 10: Vacation

☆﹔DAY 11: Stargazing

﹒⌕ DAY 12: Picnic

﹫﹒DAY 13: Visiting an aquarium

イ﹐DAY 14: Puzzles/board games

☆﹔DAY 15: Beach day

﹒⌕ DAY 16: Wing fic

﹫﹒DAY 17: Cottage au

イ﹐DAY 18: Apologies

☆﹔DAY 19: Thrift clothes

﹒⌕ DAY 20: Spa day

﹫﹒DAY 21: Found family

イ﹐DAY 22: Sleepover

☆﹔DAY 23: Camping

﹒⌕ DAY 24: Sunrise/Sunset

﹫﹒DAY 25: Swapping outfits

イ﹐DAY 26: Genderbent au

☆﹔DAY 27: Amusement park

﹒⌕ DAY 28: Ice cream date

﹫﹒DAY 29: Seeing a concert

イ﹐DAY 30: Roomates

☆﹔DAY 31: Halloween night