It's do or die, is you gone ride ?

𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘵 #2 in romance - 24/11/21 #3 in love - 24/11/21

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦?" The story of first year, Izuku Midoryia, takes a liking to third year, Hitoshi Shinsou; the schools delinquent. Delinquent!Hitoshi Good boy!Midoryia

In order to survive, Y/N (reader) made the worst thing decision that she didn't expect to do. She worked at the club that full of men, buying a woman for a night and let use their body to have money. Until one night, a man that one of the executive of Bonten, took her to work under him. It was Haitani Rindou. A man in her past. How can she survive now that she's in his first love's hand? - R+18 Date started: July 17, 2021 Date ended: September 10, 2021

💥- In which a new transfer student steals the heart of the anger filled boy from her new school.💥 This story will contain strong language, angst, violence and smut. So if uncomfortable with any of these thing or any of the other warnings that will be listed in this story please do not read. _______________ ⚠️WARNING⚠️ I do NOT own the pictures or characters in this story. I may have edited some but I do NOT own them. _______________ 🦋✨Start: 01/19/21✨🦋 🦋✨ End: ??/??/??✨🦋

❝ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 ❞ @midoriyasdad - completed ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ❀° ┄───╮ where bakugo meets his match and falls for a new student in class 1-a and helps her pass her modern literature test. ╰───┄ °❀ 「𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 𝘅 𝙥𝙤𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿」 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° #1 𝑝𝑜𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 14/03/21 #19 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 14/05/21 ˚⁀➷ 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗹𝘆 06.01.21 - 02.07.21

On my first day of high school, they tested our abilities-they wanted to see who would outlast the others, and who would be outlasted. For hours and hours, we gave it all we had. When they came back into the room to give us our scores, we were put into two groups: the ones to be trained as infiltrative spies, and the others to be trained as assassins. I was picked to be an assassin, and later, when the members of my group turned to face the man who would mentor us, I watched as a slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He looked at us, and he said, "Game on." This man was Shawn Masterson, and this man was a murderer.

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