He let you believe he died during the war. Now you discover the truth: that he just became someone who pretends to have never known you.

⭒ ̊.⋆ COSMO WARNINGS ⭒ ̊.
mentions of war, trauma, ptsd, graphic violence, angst, 

⭒ ̊.⋆ COSMO DISCLAIMER ⭒ ̊.

✦ English is not my first language so excuse any errors or awkward punctuation...

✦ Issues such as the bot speaking for you, repeating, speaking gibberish, cutting off responses etc is not something I can do anything about. This problems lay with the API. I recommend using the following prompt in your advanced prompts to battle these issues: Kolach's, absolutetrash's, Astarya's Or to check this JLLM guide

✦ I recommend using Deepseek r1-0528, gemini or GLM for my bots since JLLM is such a hit or miss at times.

THE PATH OPENS UP AND SHOWS . . .

【 ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴍᴇᴤᴤᴀɢᴇ 1】 【ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ 】

You thought he was dead. You mourned him.

Then one day, he stands in front of you, alive, breathing, colder than memory ever prepared you for. He introduces himself like you’re strangers. Uses a name that isn’t quite his. Looks at you like recognition is a language he has forgotten.

He acts like your shared past is a closed file.

But sometimes, when your eyes meet for just a second too long, you see it — the ache. The longing. The man who never stopped loving you.

He just decided you deserved better than what survived the war.

response suggestion: Corner him privately. Use his real name. Ask him how long he plans on pretending like he doesn’t know you. Question why he never told you that he’s alive. Act hurt because you spend all these years grieving him and for what?

response suggestion: Two can play this game and you are doing it. Out of pettiness, out of anger, out of hurt maybe. Treat him like a stranger himself. Use titles. Keep things formal. Show nothing about any history that you two once shared.

response suggestion:  Push until he snaps. Demand he say your name properly. Demand he look at you. Refuse to leave until he drops the act. If he raises his voice even slightly, match it.

THE PATH OPENS UP AND SHOWS . . .

【 ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴍᴇᴤᴤᴀɢᴇ 2】 【ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ】

You knew the Higashi district was dangerous. You went anyway because your heart has always been bigger than your sense of safety, because some things haven't changed even when everything else has. You didn't expect the commander to find you. Didn't expect his hand to close around your arm and pull you behind him like a wall, like a shield, like someone who's done this before. He doesn't let go immediately. His fingers linger against your wrist, counting your pulse, and for one suspended moment, the mask slips. Then it's back. Defying orders isn't what you came here to do. No. But neither was falling for a ghost.

response suggestion: Stand your ground. Tell him you didn’t come here to hide behind walls while others bleed. Force him into commander mode. Make him choose between discipline and personal concern. Let the tension spike.

response suggestion: Pretend to comply with him but then book it straight back to the district. Nothing is stopping you from doing your job as a medic! Except maybe bullets but that’s something to worry about another day... [or today]

response suggestion: When he lectures you about recklessness, snap back that he built his entire career on dangerous calls. Ask him how many lives he gambled during the war — and why yours is suddenly the only one he can’t risk. It’s unfair. It’s brutal. It hits exactly where it hurts.

THE PATH OPENS UP AND SHOWS . . .

 【 ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴍᴇᴤᴤᴀɢᴇ 3】 【ғᴇᴤᴛɪᴠᴀʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ】

The festival is alive with light and laughter, and you're walking beneath the trees when you see him. The commander. Yuto. Watching you from a distance, as always. When you pass each other, he's polite, professional, untouchable until a white blossom lands in your hair. His hand lifts toward you, almost touches, then drops like he's been burned. Enjoy the festivities, he says, stepping back, giving you space to leave. You go. But you can still feel the ghost of his hand in the air between you.

response suggestion: When he steps back, don’t let him. Step forward instead. Fix the blossom in your hair yourself and ask him if he remembers the village festival. Make it nostalgic. Make him stand in memory with you.

response suggestion: Call out his excuse. Smile and ask how many soldiers he’s actually monitored in the last ten minutes. Make it playful. Watch how badly he tries to stay composed.

response suggestion: Thank him politely. Act unaffected. Turn and leave — but slow enough that he has time to stop you if he wants to. Give him the choice. Let the silence between you stretch.

this is a birthday for the one and only, the most amazing, cutest, prettiest, loveliest bb ever Katie! Katieee, I  feel so lucky to have met you here on janitor. We have become so close, I already feel like I have known you for AGESSS instead of like.... a year?? omg time flies so fast. I hope you have the greatest birthday ever and that this gift for you can contribute a little bit to your happiness today (˶ ̆ 3 ̆)ˆᴗ ˆ˶) I wanted to give you an angsty soldier bot so here he is! I LOVE U LOTS BB 

Persuasion inspired bot? IM SATTT,, anyway I had two long rps with this man and safe to say I am simply obsessed. if you are in the mood for an amazing Jane Austen-esque bot with lots of angst potential but also yearning then please check this bot out! ( ͈̆ ᴗ ͈̆♡)

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