WAIT! You can't love me! is an in development romantic comedy otome focusing on the pitfalls of chasing academic success.

For all of your academic career, you were always second best to Satoshi Fujihara. And while you seemed to care too much about it, he never seemed to care at all. In your final semester of community college together- he suddenly says he's going to confess to you in four days!

Do you choose to accept his feelings, or is this going to be the one time you can get the upper hand on him? 

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It's a gift to be loved by you (Satoshi)

It would be enough (Elias)

Halloween hcs (all)

Relationship hcs (all)

Winter hcs (all)

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Satoshi Fujihara

Elias Bolkiah

Lilit Alighieri

#wyclm | #satoshi fujihara | #elias bolkiah | #lilit alighieri | #paden canmore

The first time Gani kisses you, he doesn’t even remember it.

He’s drunk. Horribly, absolutely, terribly- wasted.

“What’s- fuckin’- fuckingggggg- fuck,” your partner stumbles into your dorm, and suddenly you understand the image of a horsedrawn carriage he sent you minutes prior.

“Gani? You okay?” You stand up, making your way over to the hunched over individual. They shoot up, flushed in the face as he tries to conceal something behind their back.

“Uh-” You go to take off his sunglasses, folding them into his shirt and looking at his red face in concern. You’re thankful Rumi was out again tonight- knowing they would’ve pushed Gani out of your dorm as soon as he came stumbling in.

“Let’s sit down- ‘kay honey?” You lead him to the bed, gently sitting down beside him. Gani sits in an awkward pose, fidgeting as he shoves their right hand under their thigh.

This isn’t the first time he’s showed up to your dorm drunk- usually it’s the result of celebrations from the esports team or a visit from their older brother. And drunk Gani is different from the usual annoying gremlin you’ve come to love. Drunk Gani is shy and easily embarrassed, yet has no filter for whatever embarrassing thoughts come across his mind.

His eyes draw down your form, face morphing between forced frowns and kiddish smiles.

“Something on your mind?” You ask, putting a pillow on your lap for comfort. You lean over to look at their face, while Gani leans back, putting more weight on his hand.

“You-” He hiccups, pausing to collect himself before continuing, “You look realllll nice.”

“Thank you,” You smile as he rocks back and forth, leaning onto you with every word you continue to speak, “I think you look nice too. Even when you’re absolutely hammered.” You poke his nose and Gani falls backwards onto the bed.

“Yiipie!~” He flails his arms around in celebration. You catch sight of an envelope in his right hand, which drops from his cheer. “Oops. Surprise ruined.”

You reach over to grab it, raising a brow, “What’s this?”

“Just open it…” Gani says with a fluster- eyes darting between your hands and literally anything else.

Opening the yellow envelope gently, you gasp as you’re met with a $100 gift card for the delivery app you use. “WHAT?!”

“I-” Gani sits up, shifting around in nervousness, “We were doing a trivia night tonight. I got first place cuz I knew you would- Fuck- like it… Motherfuckers tried to beat me but- I’m the best at the game… I-” He trails off, staring blankly at the floor.

Your eyes soften, feeling warm at knowing Gani was thinking of you. “Thanks honey- Oof!” You’re caught off guard when Gani drags you down to the bed, rolling himself on top of you. His eyes are lidded, and his face is flushed to an incredible degree.

Gani wasn’t one to initiate physical affection between you- always concerned of possibly overstepping boundaries no matter how much you assured him otherwise. You would always be the one to hug him first, to kiss Gani when you saw them. Maybe it was the alcohol encouraging him, or simply the high of winning trivia night with their boys.

“Bold now, are we?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“HUH?!”

“H-HUH?!” He stutters, unable to look you in the eye, “Who said that? Uh- WHAT?!” You wrap your arms around Gani’s neck, freezing up their shaking form.

A pause. Gani collects themselves as your presence instantly calms his mind. His eyes dart between yours and your lips- settling on staring at your nose as compromise.

“Hey there, honey,” Your voice is soft as you look at them even softer.

He lets out an audible gulp- movements stiff as he lowers himself down. “My head hurts…” Their lips just barely ghost against yours.

“How much did you drink?”

“A lot…” Gani knocks your foreheads together, which you let out a soft ow at. He smiles, and you wonder if it’s possible for you two to be any closer without your lips actually touching.

“You feeling okay?”

“...Yeah.”

“You still wanna kiss me?”

“...” Gani pauses, looking nervously at you, “Yeah…”

“You can, if you want,” You smile, trying to assure the insecurities you know he has. Of being too annoying to love. Of being too much to be yours.

Gani’s lips land on yours, gently, softly. There’s a smile behind the twitch of hesitance, an excitement behind the scare. They part just and it’s like he was never there. “Thank you,” He says, and you wonder if it’s for something more than a simple kiss.

The rest of the night is spent without much fanfare. Gani’s a little more cuddly than normal, more outwardly showing his touch starved-ness than usual. The alcohol doesn’t really leave his system until he falls asleep, wrapped in your arms as he allows you to keep the only pillow on the bed.

You awake to an unusually calm morning. Gani scrolls on his phone as he tries his best to be quiet beside you. Noticing your wake, he turns his attention to you, “Goooood morning~”

“Morning,” You yawn.

“Did I… do anything stupid last night?”

In Please Boost Me Over a 2.0!, you’re a terrible student whose only hope at a GPA booster is a summer course on communication. Unfortunately, your final grade depends on the most incompatible group of people in existence.

Find love, settle arguments, and write your paper on itch.io (๑･̑◡･̑๑) Update may be in the next year

Oh god it’s been over a year since I’ve updated PBMO2 or WYCLM

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Rylee Sinclair

You didn’t die- at least, that’s what Rylee tells himself. You only went away to your hometown for break, visiting your family after not seeing them for so long. Rylee even helped you purchase your transit ticket- with the promise you would get him a souvenir from home. Milo was with you- you were safe. He saw you off at the station, you were shining like you always do. 

The call from your mother was a hallucination from missing you so much. Honestly, he laughs once she hangs up, running a hand through his hair as a smile breaks through. He must be going mad- who wouldn’t after a week away from their beloved? 

He tells himself that your stay was extended because you were having so much fun. Rylee replays the stories from your childhood you would tell him, smiling to himself as he hoped those memories would one day replace his own. A world like you described… nothing bad could come of it. 

Rylee watches his doorway expectantly, knowing one day that you had to walk through his door again- carrying your bag of supplies, ready to sketch with him another afternoon. He would keep your slippers by the entrance of his home- telling off the staff who attempted to move them to the closet. The floor was cold, you’d need them once you came back. 

It’s your funeral where he can’t run from reality anymore. 

In all the sketches he’s drawn of you- in the sculptures he’s crafted in your name- in the photos taken of your visage- you’re shining. You’re full of life and all he wants to do in his art is show that you’re all of his. But as he looks at your lifeless body, willfully pale with eyes that refuse to open no matter how many wishes he repeats in his head- the artist’s world has lost all color. And he can’t pretend he’s not broken anymore. 

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Milo Greene

Milo’s first instinct is rage. He’s running after you, holding you tightly- yelling at you because anger and denial is easier than trying to save a lost soul. He can’t tell if seconds, minutes, or hours pass as his voice goes hoarse with cries. Your blood soaks into his cardigan, seeping into his under shirt and he can’t tell the difference between your pain and his.

How could you be so stupid? Couldn’t you realize how dangerous that would be? Why would you do this to him? How could you? 

Somebody has to pry him off of you so they can take you into an ambulance. He doesn’t even remember the bastard’s face, nor any words said to him during- but Milo’s already checked your pulse a thousand times over. You’re gone and there’s nothing they can do to change that. It’s the last time he sees you. 

There’s no one he can point fingers at, no one to redirect his anger towards. It’s all that’s on his mind, overtaking concerns for his work and classes- needing something to justify the anger towards your grief. It was always you and him, against the world. You were his person and he was yours. If you’re gone then all he went through- all his actions- everything he’s ever done-

He doesn’t even go to your funeral. Milo ignores the calls from his parents- ignoring the calls from yours. 

It’d be easier if there was somebody else to blame. But Milo can only blame himself. Maybe all he can do is follow. 

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Anthony Hayes

Anthony does everything in his power to save you. He doesn’t ask for help, not that he had a choice to in the first place. CPR turns to stitches and stitches turn to transfusions and it all turns to prayer as his desperation is evident in the face of no return. 

There’s an overwhelming guilt that settles within himself as he thinks over everything he could’ve done to save you. If he had driven home faster- if he used a little more pressure- if he could draw more blood to give to you. He wishes he were anyone other than himself, at least then he would have had the privilege of being able to call for an ambulance. 

Anthony anonymously turns your body over to authorities so you can have the proper burial you deserve. He attends your funeral far away, not wanting to face your family after the failure of your rescue. Milo checks up on him but says nothing. Deep down Anthony knows he blames him too. 

He’s numb as he enters your shared apartment, boxes packed as he has no reason to stay in the dorm without you in it. The decor you bought makes his heart hurt, knowing that he has to leave it behind because somebody like him doesn’t deserve the luxury of a reminder of love. He doesn’t open your door, leaving it to your family to go through. He doesn’t want to taint your space anymore. 

Anthony throws himself into work, disappearing from anyone who’s known him. Detachment is his friend as he realizes the truth- you died because of him. 

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My writing is so rusty let me get obsessed with Goro Akechi again and it’ll be peak once more trust.

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Anthony Hayes

The slam of your front door was all your roommate needed to tell something was wrong.

He looks up from your textbook, catching up on the latest unit so he could help you study. Footsteps dredge closer and closer to your living room and he raises his eyebrow at your disheveled state.

“MC-“ Anthony starts, ready to ask (interrogate) you about your current affairs. He’s cut off by you collapsing on the couch, head landing in his lap as if it were a throw pillow to use at your leisure.

You curl into him with a groan and he rests a hand on your back in comfort. “Tired…” is all you say in reply. There’s a slight smile in your voice as you close your eyes, relishing in the silence, comfort, and scent that Anthony provides.

He taps your back rythmically, not saying any more so you can properly rest. It’s only when he can confirm you’re asleep that he smiles, stroking your cheek in a silent affection you never get to see.

“Rest well,” Anthony says, opening up your textbook once more.

Rylee Sinclair

Rylee thinks it’s a little funny, normally it’s him crying and complaining on video call. However, after the long day you’ve had the tables have turned significantly.

“Ryleeeeee-“ you whine into the receiver, and he kicks his feet, giddy at the way you say his name. “I’m so tired, this day went on forever.” He only wishes he’d be able to comfort you in person, but he offers a sympathetic smile in reply, ready to listen more to your ramble. “But, it already feels a little better.”

“Really?” He says, looking at the way you stretch, phone shaking as your sheets move.

“Yep- just being on call with you is enough to charge me up I guess.”

You say it so casually, as if it wasn’t a statement that rocked his world. His feet pick up, swinging under the desk as works on his classwork. “Well, I’m sorry it isn’t that interesting haha…”

Your yawn is his reply and he fights the urge to squeal incessantly. He sees your eyelids droop, your rabbit plushie coming into frame as you hug it. “No, you’re okay. Just keep talking- it’s all I need.”

Rylee didn’t even realize that he was doodling you on the corner of his homework, instinctually conjuring you on his page to supplement the fact he couldn’t be there with you.

Milo Greene

You want to strangle him every time he pokes your cheek with the tip of his pencil.

Every time you find the heaven of resting your eyes, to finally have a break from the tiredness of your day and the boredom of your lecture-

“Hey, MC, wake up-“

Fucking. Milo.

You turn away from him in pure annoyance, not letting him get the chance to notice you rest. You feel his chair next to you swing back, attempting to get a look at you anyways. At least you two sit in the back, so nobody else can see the public display of nuisance beside you.

“What do you want!?” You finally hiss at him, glaring at the look of surprise he wears as if he wasn’t mentally torturing you for fifteen minutes.

“Well my dear, I was trying to ask if you wanted to get outta here, but somebody keeps ignoring me,” he sticks his tongue out with a pout but you’re too star struck at the question to even reply.

Immediately, you’re taking his hand and getting up, “Your place or mine, ‘lo?”

“Anywhere you want, my dear,” the two of you stroll through the halls, hands intertwined just in case you fall over out of tiredness. (Again)

Cal Wilder

You’re the tired one but Cal is in your lap, looking up at his 3DS and kicking his feet with every action of his game.

Your arms rest on your couch, thankful that Anthony is gone for the moment- lest the two ‘friends’ get into a fit. Somehow, your hands find their way into his hair, combing through the messy dyed locks. This causes him to pause his game, peering from above his console with a cheeky grin.

“You okay?” He ask, looking over the bags under your eyes. Your hand ruffles his head with a smile.

“Yea, long, long day,” you squish his cheeks and Cal lets you, enjoying the feeling of your skin on his. “Better now that you’re here~”

He lets out a giggle and sets his game to the side, pulling you closer to him, foreheads touching. “I tend to have that effect on people~”

“Certainly on me-“

The slam of your door was all you needed to tell that your roommate was home. The two of you separate from your facial proximity, Cal striking a sexy pose as Anthony walks in.

“Well well Tony-“

Your roommate only walks out the way he came in, slamming the door all the same.

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Knee Deep! In Love ~ Your Boyfriend, Rylee

Your boyfriend Rylee is a sweetheart. 

Whenever he’s free, he’ll meet you in the campus square with the promise of a date. He’ll lead your hand away to a secluded area, with a set up of art supplies and an afternoon of sketching. 

“Hey, that guy sleeping under the tree might be a good composition to-”

“How about the tree itself? Nature should be observed outside human interference, don’t you think?” Rylee always made you think, moving your attention towards something you wouldn’t have thought of before. Even if you did prefer sketching people, he always encouraged you to practice something you were uncomfortable with. 

You being you- were always a little stubborn though. “But the colors! Look- he’s wearing red which contrasts against the green-” 

“You want your work to have Christmas colors?” He says it in a tone that’s genuinely curious, but it makes you insecure in your own thoughts. A frown reaches your face, looking away from the scene entirely. Rylee touches your shoulder, moving your attention towards him. “Hey- hey- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to insult you…” 

He rubs your cheek with such a soft affection you feel better almost immediately. “I think… I’ll try the tree itself. You’re right… it’s too Christmasy.”

Rylee’s wide grin at your smile warms your heart. You don’t even realize how tight he holds your shoulder.

Your boyfriend Rylee is a welcomed presence in your home. 

Of course, Anthony would say otherwise. He was less than pleased when Rylee started coming over. Whenever he’d spend the night, your roommate would retreat to the confines of his room. Whenever you’d see Anthony after, he’d complain that your relationship violated the privacy of your home. He’d complain even more once you rolled your eyes and laughed off his protective nature. 

Rylee always seemed jittery whenever Anthony was present. He was particularly touchy, something that never happened in public- always with one hand on your form. Rylee would also turn up his lovey-dovey talk to the max. You thought he was nervous, that he felt the need to ‘prove’ your relationship in front of your roommate- lest he accuse Rylee of playing with your heart. 

The sudden tension seemed to disappear entirely once you closed the door to your bedroom, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Did you ever think… we could be roommates?” Rylee mentions one day. He hugs the plush bunny on your head, tugging at the ears with nervousness. His eyes don’t meet yours, dancing around the room in anticipation for your reply. “You can move out of here- I could start dorming-”

You only laugh, and his eyes slow down. “Yeah- that would be nice~” You clearly don’t take him seriously. 

“I’m serious,” he says. His eyes have been transfixed to the corner of your room, eyes lidding with each second that passes. The pout you’ve always found cute appears on his face. 

“I think it’s good we have our distance, you know?” You brush a piece of his hair out of his face, not recognizing the twitch in his eyes. “It makes the time we spend together all the more meaningful.” 

He doesn’t reply to that.  

Your boyfriend Rylee is adorable. 

Milo absolutely hates him. 

“Seriously, he’s like a parasite.” 

“He’s my boyfriend!” You smack your friend at the side, laughing. He doesn’t find it so funny- taking a sip of his coffee in a judgemental reply. 

“And I’m your friend- saying he’s like a parasite. Whatever happened to girl-code?” 

“You aren’t a girl, Milo.” 

“It’s the principle of things!” 

Before you say anything else, your phone buzzes with a custom ring tone belonging to only one person. 

“Here we go again-” Milo’s cut off with you answering the phone, ending his sentence with a sassy scoff. 

“Hi sugar!” The sweet nickname rolls off his tongue and makes you giggle. Milo gags in reply. “Are you busy?” 

Despite Milo mouthing incessant ‘yes’s in your direction, you say no. 

“Aaah- great! I’m about to turn in this piece and I need your opinion urgently-” 

You brush off Milo crushing his paper cup in annoyance, smiling at him half heartedly apologetic. With a roll of his eyes, he stands up- tired of skipping his shift to talk to somebody too distracted to pay him any mind. 

Your days seem to be more and more taken up by the time Rylee spends with you. When you want to study, he’s there. When you’re eating, he shows up with the exclamation that his classes were cancelled. When you’re alone, he’s on your phone, texting or calling you in order to keep up. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because, your boyfriend Rylee was perfect in your eyes.

If only that were enough for him. 

Knee Deep! In Love ~ Cry, Scream, Run

A slap resounds around the room. 

You think it hurt you more than it hurt him. Your palm stings as you hold it in the air, frozen in place. But the demon in front of you wears an unfazed expression. 

Milo moves and you flinch. You think he’s about to go for the knife laid on the table but he doesn’t. He cups his cheek with his hand and smiles. But it isn’t the soft, boyish grin you grew familiar with. And it isn’t filled with the delusional glee you see in Rylee- nor the nervous placation Anthony shows you. No, he smiles at you with pure, unadulterated glee.

You don’t think you’ve ever been more scared in your entire life. You want to cry before he moves any further. You want to scream to drown out the flashing lights in your head. You want to run before he even has a chance to open his mouth. 

He beats you to all of it before you give it a second thought. 

“MC…” he grips your wrist so tight you can’t hold in your wince. “Oh you wonderful, wonderful, thing.” Milo brings your hand up to his face, right where you slapped him moments before. “Do that again.” 

“W-what?!” You cry out, voice breaking. His curious, bordering on excited tone sends shivers down your spine. It’s like your slap opened an entire new world of possibility to him, and you can practically see the gears in his head turn. Your eyes water with tears, terrified of what he could possibly do next. 

He says his next word so, so sweetly. “Again,” He presses your hand deeper into his cheek. Milo’s eyes are dark, but sadly familiar. You wonder how the boy you grew up with, the man you grew to love- became such a disgusting apathetic monster. “Let’s see how far you can go.” 

You pull your hand away, holding it close to your chest. You want to cry, to scream, to run. “No! Just- just let me go!” You yell at him, trying to move away from him despite the small distance. It does nothing, but it’s cathartic enough to give your terrified mind some relief. So you keep going. 

You scream until your throat is dry. You mourn the loss of your childhood friend. You chastise him for taking you from your home- for chaining you to a chair like some kind of animal. For not even giving you the respect of a response. You want him to yell back- to cry- to do something. At the very least, you need him to feel the same anger, betrayal, and rage that you do. 

But Milo just stands there, smiling. 

And when he finally, finally opens his mouth- all the confidence and audacity within you instantly disappears. 

“If I tried to cut your hand off, how hard would you hit me to get me to stop?” 

You want to cry, to scream, to run. And he just keeps going. 

“Or if I sliced your achilles heel, would you use your remaining strength to push me away?” 

He just.

Keeps.

Going. 

“If I gave you the opportunity, would you kill me with your bare hands for your freedom?” He tilts his head, smiling. It suddenly dawns on you that this monster in front of you probably existed forever. That this was the real Milo, and the familiar, comfortable one you knew before never existed in the first place. “Or would you choose to run?” 

Milo reaches for the table, grabbing the knife you’ve been trying to ignore. He lifts it between you two and drops it. He’s waiting. Observing. Just to see if you would dare. 

“MC.” It weighs you in place like a chain. “I’m going to count to three. Either I get it- or you do.” His smile drops, eyes blank. “Don’t disappoint me.”

You’re frozen in place. 

“One,” you want to cry. 

“Two,” you want to scream. 

“Three.” 

You can’t help but run.

Satoshi lays awake in your shared apartment, eyes widened too early for the hour. His classes began at 12, so his alarm was set for 10.

One hour to lay in bed. Thirty minutes to get ready. Forty minutes to commute. He’d always be ten minutes late to his first class- but did it really matter when his professor was always twenty?

You said it mattered, that he should try to be on time if only for the principle of it. Satoshi didn’t understand what principles had to do with anything.

It’s been his routine ever since he went back to school, and he hasn’t broken it ever.

It’s already 7:10 and you’re bustling around, your shift starting at 9 o’clock sharp. You didn’t need an alarm, your circadian rhythm adjusting to your work schedule as soon as you got the job years ago. Even on your days off- you never failed to wake up at 7.

Twenty minutes in the bathroom. Ten minutes to change. Thirty minutes to eat. Ten minutes to walk to the train. Your commute was twenty minutes, so you always arrive thirty minutes early.

Satoshi thought it was overkill- teasing you with the silly habit from your school days. You couldn’t deny the fact.

It’s your routine, and you’d only see yourself breaking it for something horrible happening.

Satoshi grumbles to himself, moving through the sheets as he slumps his arms over your empty spot. You’re in the connecting bathroom, so close yet so, so far. He’s not supposed to be up in another three hours- yet your absence by his side hits him like a truck.

You exit the bathroom at 7:20 on the dot- moving through the bedroom in your towel. Satoshi’s tired eyes move with you- watching as you prepare yourself for the day. You notice his wake a few minutes in, confused as you know more than anyone how much he values his rest.

“Can’t sleep?” Your kind tone makes him feel bad for being so grumpy. Satoshi can’t lie, he blames you a bit for not being able to sleep. No other rest can beat a bed by your side. And while this routine has been common for the past two years you’ve been living together- there’s just a sudden wave of missing you wafting through the air.

“Nope.” Satoshi pops his ‘e’ with a tired blink of his eyes.

“What’s up?” You sit next to him- moving the wet towel away from his coveted place of rest.

Satoshi quiets- unsure of whether he wants to admit the embarrassing wave of affection. You start poking at his cheek though, and all resolve crumbles.

“…just miss you.”

You feel a bit bad for being shocked but after years of putting up with his nonchalant aloof attitude- who could blame you? Your smile spreads through your cheeks and you start to giggle at his reply.

“What? Did I say something dumb?” Satoshi asks, genuinely concerned.

“Nope- nothing at all,” you poke his scrunched up nose with your finger, watching as his features soften up. “Join me for breakfast then, I never get to eat with you in the mornings.”

You grab him by the hands, dragging his lanky frame to a sitting position. “It’s not like I eat in the mornings anyways…”

“Well, sit with me at least?”

You ask him with such a kind demeanor, such a soft smile, such a loving tone. He’s settled it a long time ago, but Satoshi could never say no to you.

It’s 7:30 when you two sit for breakfast. Satoshi cooks you a short meal, and you’re shocked at how bad his morning cooking is compared to his nighttime. You have to step into help him and it’s 7:50 as you sit down to eat.

It’s 8:15 as you finish up, and you ask Satoshi to walk you to the station. Not that you’re any concerned for yourself- but you can literally see the way he yearns for you to spend more time with him. And of course, Satoshi can never say no to you.

You two get to the station at 8:30, and your train is running late by twenty minutes. Satoshi stays with you the entire time, hand holding yours in his jacket pocket- shielding you in the inside of the crosswalk as you wait.

You get to work 9:10- ten minutes late than usual. Nobody at your shift cares, though your boss is concerned something horrible happened to make you break your streak. You tell her quite the opposite.

Satoshi gets back to your apartment at 9:10. His first class starts at 12:00.

He thinks it’ll the first time in a long time he’ll break his routine.

Maybe he’ll be a little early today, if only for the principle of it.

Coding Lilit’s expressions in and wishing I was faster at doing this 😭😭😭

I’d be such a powerful dev if only I were good at art…

Gani brainrot is going so hard right now I love my annoying little shithead

Please Boost Me Over a 2.0! DEMO RELEASE ✩

Made for the 2024 Winter VN Jam and submitted to the Queer Winter Jam~ I bring you PBMO2!

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Please Boost Me Over a 2.0! is an otome chatsim featuring you- a struggling college student barely hanging onto merit based financial aid. Hoping to boost your horrible GPA, you decide to use your winter break to take an online management course. 

Unfortunately, it seems you've been paired with the most incompatible group of people in existence to finish your final paper. A pair of scorned exes, an annoying troll, and you- an introvert with a crippling fear of confrontation. 

With everyone procrastinating till the last second, you four scramble to put together a paper that’s somewhat coherent. Stay up late, beg others to do their parts, and find there’s more to each of you than what meets the eye. 

⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩Demo Features⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩Characters⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

~ You and your eccentric roommate ~

~ Our three love interests ~

| The confused senior that's lost without your help | The annoying sophomore that can't help but tease you | The cheery junior that loves to complain to you |

⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩Final⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

The final game is planned to have six days of story in total! Thank you so much for reading, and even more so if you decide to play <3

I hope everyone had a great 2024, and I hope 2025 will only bring great things to come ~

I know I said I’d be doing daily promos for the new project but my bad chat I’m crashing out ‼️‼️‼️

Like the Halloween HCs- have some winter ones as well 💕

Happy holiday season y’all ~~

Message incoming ~ Akira

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wAkira: I think I should take a break… if I’m confusing our messages for a search engine. wAkira: Could I bother you for a call? I found something interesting while researching :)  wAkira: Please Boost Me Over a 2.0! wAkira: It releases December 31st. wAkira: Let’s play it together :)

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The confused senior who's lost without your help~

Keep an eye out for Please Boost Me Over a 2.0! I’ll be doing teasers like these (mostly) every day until the lead up to the game on December 31st ! :)