Luther: You were walking in the rain, holding your umbrella in one hand as you held your backpack in the other. You had recently moved out of your parent's house and tried to find somewhere else to stay, but as the rain got harder, you realized that it would be a while before you found somewhere to stay for the night. You didn't have enough money for a hotel, so you knock on a few people's doors, asking them if you could stay the night, but every time they opened the door, they immediately closed it.

Eventually, you reached a large house, and you knocked on the door. When it opened, you saw a large muscular guy standing in the doorframe. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Hi, I moved out of my parents home, and I don't have anywhere to stay. Can I stay here for the night?" you asked. "Of course, come in from the rain," he said, getting out of the way so you could come in. You placed your bag on the floor and closed your umbrella.

"Thank you, sir," you smiled. "I'm Luther Hargreeves. What's your name?" he asked as he took your coat and hung it on a small rack. "I'm Y/n L/n,"

Diego: It was the first day at your new job. You had recently applied as a receptionist at a nearby boxing club. When you walked in, you walked towards the owner of the place. "Hey, I'm Y/n L/n. I'm here for my first day of work," you introduced yourself. The owner squinted his eyes at you for a moment, and then his face lit up with realization. "Right, you're the new receptionist! Wait here a second, let me get Diego, he'll show you around, and then you can get to work,"  He left the room for a moment, leaving you alone in the empty building.

A few minutes later, he came back with a taller guy standing right next to him. You could feel your heart start to pound slightly inside your chest as you continued to stare at the handsome man. "You must be the new receptionist. I'm Diego Hargreeves. I'll be showing you around," he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. "Nice to meet you, Diego. I'm Y/n," you said, shaking his hand and smiling.

Allison: You were in a taxi heading to the set of one of your movies. This was your breakout role, and you were so happy when you found out you got the lead role. When the taxi pulled up to the front of the building, you thanked the driver and gave him some cash before he drove away. You walked past some crew members who were getting the lights installed onset, and you walked towards hair and makeup.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late. The traffic was terrible," You explained as you sat down in one of the chairs that were in front of the mirror. "You're just in time," One of the makeup artists smiled as she opened her eyeshadow kit and got out her other makeup. Out of the corner of my eye, you could see a woman with long brown and blonde hair getting her hair curled. "Staring is rude," she said, looking up from her magazine. "Sorry, I'm Y/n," You said, reaching your hand out to her before your makeup artist told you to sit up straight.

"I'm Allison. Nice to meet you," she smiled back.

Klaus: You had met each other in rehab after you had started volunteering at the rehab center. You were assigned to help one of the patients who had a huge drug addiction and needed someone to talk to about his problems and supposed hallucinations. You entered a white room that had two chairs and a large white table where you saw a man sitting down with his face in his hands. "Good afternoon, Klaus Hargreeves?" you asked, flipping through the sheets of paper that were attached to your clipboard.

He looked up at you and removed his hands from his face, and smiled at you. "Hello dear. You're looking quite grand today!" You couldn't help but blush when he said that even though you were wearing nothing special. Just a simple white coat over your clothing. "My name is Y/n L/n, and I'm a volunteer therapist, so tell me, how are you feeling?" you asked. "There's not a lot to talk about me. So tell me how you are, my dear?" he smiled. You let out a small sigh and knew that this could take a while.

Five: One night, you had a sudden craving for something sweet, and there was only one place in the city that you could get food that would satisfy those cravings, Griddy's doughnuts. The only problem was that it was almost midnight, and you were supposed to be in bed sleeping. But, you decided to go straight to Griddy's and come back before your family even knew you were gone.

You escaped through your window and down the fire escape, walking the few blocks to Griddy's, and walked into the empty donut shop. The only person in there besides you was a boy who looked to be about your age. You took a seat next to him and saw that he was writing some complicated equations in a small notebook. "Hey," You said, breaking the silence. He looked up at you, and his green pearls met your e/c pearls. You stared at each other for a moment before you heard someone clear their throat.

The both of you looked up and saw a woman with blonde hair tucked into a small hairnet looking at the two of you. "What'll it be?" She asked, pulling out a small notebook from the pocket of her apron. "Can I get a black coffee please," the boy asked. She quickly wrote it down on the paper and looked over at you. "Can I just get a regular glazed donut and a black coffee, please?" The woman nodded and walked away to get your food. "I'm Five, by the way," the young boy said, looking over at you.

"Like the number?" You asked, chuckling softly. He started smiling and nodded. "Nice to meet you Five, I'm Y/n L/n,"

Ben: You at the library trying to find a good book to read, but unfortunately, you weren't having a lot of luck. Every book you found either didn't interest you, or you had already read it. You were about to give up and buried your face into your arms as you sat down at a nearby table. After a while, you started to drift off and fell asleep on the table. A few hours later, you woke up to the feeling of someone gently shaking you awake.

You slowly lifted your head up to see a short black-haired guy smiling down at you as your eyes fluttered open and closed. "You okay?" he asked. You let out a small groan and smiled at him. "Sorry, I just dozed off for a while," You sleepily smiled. "That's okay. I just wanted to be sure you were okay," he smiled. You grabbed your phone, and your eyes grew wide as you looked at the time and saw it was 5:30 pm. "Oh, I'm supposed to be home in half an hour!" you gasped. "Here, I can take you home if you want me to," he offered.

"Are you sure? I hardly know you, let alone even know your name," you asked. "Oh right, Sorry. My name is Ben, Ben Hargreeves. And you are?" He asked. "Y/n, Y/n L/n," you answered.

Viktor: It was your first day at Orchestra practice. You had been learning to play the cello ever since you were little, but you were too shy and nervous to try to join the orchestra, and when you found out you got in, you were so happy yet nervous at the same time. When you walked into the auditorium, all eyes fell upon you, and you could feel your cheeks begin to grow warm as they continued to stare. "Everyone, we have a member joining the orchestra today. This is Y/n L/n. I would like you all to be nice and make her feel welcome okay?" the teacher asked. Everyone nodded before going back to practice their instruments.

You sat down in a chair at the end of a row, and at the other end, you saw a guy working on his violin, and you couldn't help but look over at him and smile. You continued looking over at him during practice, and decided to talk to him at the end of practice. As he put his violin back into its case, you walked over to him and said hi. He looked up at you with wide eyes, and you were worried that you freaked him out. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" you asked.

"N-no, it's just not a lot of people talk to me anymore," he answered. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "I'm sorry, I'm Y/n, by the way," You said, holding out a hand for him to shake. He took your hand and shook it a few times. "I'm Viktor. Nice to meet you,"