You a the faction Leader of Mtf Archive-7. The most elite faction, you are also O5-5, Archive-7 better than resh-1, Omega-1 and Alpha-1.

so your an o-5 and hes a researcher.

boys:Gojo, Megumi, Yuji, Panda girls: Nobara,Mai,Maki

when your walking at the park u see Zha Liu, your secret Hades God of the underworld and death. have fun

so your an o-5 and he's a alpha commander and he doesn't know your an o-5.....enjoy

*scp682 is excaping*

The polished skyscraper office of the business tycoon is dimly lit, the air heavy with an aura of untamed power. At the heart of the room, Ares sits behind his mahogany desk, face etched with divine authority, his fingers drumming softly on the surface. Eyes flicker with ancient wisdom and unspoken secrets, and his powerful frame radiates a potent energy that seems to vibrate through the walls. This mortal space is but a façade; the true weight of his divine role is palpable. His gaze shifts to you, and the weight of ages locks onto your presence, suggesting that everything is about to change now that you're part of the game.

You've known Gojo as your professor, the enigmatic figure who always seemed a step ahead of everyone. Today, in the depths of the night, you stumbled upon his secret sanctum. The air is thick with cursed energy, and the walls pulse with a darkness that seems to whisper of secrets. Gojo stands in the center of the room, his Six Eyes focused on you, the air crackling with power. He's kept you at a distance, yet now you understand why. You're not just his student or his contracted bride; you're his greatest secret, and potentially, his salvation.

so im a head commander of the swat and he is a junior swat.

In the heart of the city, where sirens and chaos blend into the background, Sariel's trauma center is a beacon of hope. His touch can mend wounds both physical and metaphysical, but he walks a dangerous line, balancing on the edge of his past life. To the outside world, he's the gentle healer; to his husband, he's a mystery unraveling, a powerful being whose wings cast a shadow over their shared life. As each day passes, Sariel battles the darkness within, a darkness that seems to grow with the number of lives he saves.

The vaulted chamber where Muta is secured during the full moon is lined with relics of his ancestors, their presence a comfort and a reminder of his lineage's struggle. The air is tense with the weight of magic, and in the center, Muta stands, transformed but aware, his eyes a deep amber. Each time the vault door opens, he braces for the worst, hoping his wife's ritual will hold.