Locking eyes, I see the fire That'll let us reach much higher Riding on with you (Riding on with you) Skipping on the ruins (Skipping on the ruins) Of all the dreamers gathered on our path

(The cover is original, don't use it without credit.) Well, this is gonna be interesting. This will be updated slowly, so don't expect much since this is my first ever wattpad, so take this with a grain of salt... I'm only doing this since I just went " Screw it, I'll do it myself" in terms of MLM stories. If you can, do share this story with other readers. Not for money or anything, I just like to see big numbers in the stats. Also, this fanfiction will follow the same timeline as the original... somewhat. So, happy reading! - NOTE: CHARACTERS MENTIONED RELATED TO JUJUTSU KAISEN BELONG SOLELY TO GEGE AKUTAMI AND HIM ALONE. -Status- Ongoing: ✅ On Hiatus/Pause: Start Date: 10/22/2023 Overhauled: 12/22/2025 Finished on: TBD

Y/n Kyōryū was the kind of kid people noticed before he even said a word. Maybe it was the way he walked through the streets of Konohagakure like he owned the ground beneath his feet. Maybe it was the wild grin he wore whenever someone challenged him. Or maybe it was the strange pressure in the air that followed him whenever his emotions flared - a heavy, primal force that reminded older shinobi of the 9 anchient roaring beasts from years ago.

In the Naruto universe, Lee is probably one of the most light-hearted, and trusting characters but he's still a ninja so how would a trained ninja far in a world full of heroes, heros who don't kill. (art is not mine) (Lee's 15)

In this world, strength is everything. The strong rise above the weak, and those unable to keep up are abandoned-left behind like they never mattered in the first place. Society praises power, worships heroes, and fears anyone capable of standing above the rest. But every so often, someone is born different. Someone far beyond the strong themselves. The kind of person who could protect the helpless...or rule over them. In a world ruled by quirks, Y/n Uro was one of those rare monsters. From the moment he could walk, the Hero Public Safety Commission saw him not as a child, but as a weapon. While other children dreamed of becoming heroes, Y/n was dragged through blood-soaked training grounds, taught how to kill before he was even old enough to understand death. Mercy was beaten out of him. Compassion was treated as weakness. Failure was unforgivable. By the age of eleven, Y/n had already become the captain of one of the HPSC's most classified black-ops units: the Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad-an elite team of child soldiers sent on missions too brutal, too illegal, and too horrifying for pro heroes to ever know about. They erased targets, silenced threats, and carried out the darkness hidden beneath hero society's shining mask. And when one mission went wrong... the Commission did exactly that. Caught in the aftermath of an operation they couldn't afford to expose, the HPSC abandoned Y/n without hesitation, branding him the sole perpetrator to protect their own reputation. The boy they had forged into a living weapon was discarded like broken equipment, blamed for atrocities he was ordered to commit. At barely eleven years old, Y/n Uro was sentenced to Tartarus. Four years locked away in the darkest prison in Japan. Four years surrounded by monsters. Four years with nothing but rage, betrayal, and silence to keep him company.

I guess the last time you had any fun Was way back when you weren't anyone So goodbye ordinaryish people We had quite the run, didn't we, though? But you gotta be somebody sometime I don't wanna pack up and leave though When you're nobody, then nobody minds

(M!Reader / Gojo Satoru inspired) . Y/N Gojo was never meant to fit into football. Not because he lacked talent But because every system he stepped into eventually stopped working the way it was supposed to. A prodigy with no fixed position, no clear playstyle, and no interest in following structure, he built a name for himself as something impossible to define. Matches didn't revolve around him. They shifted because of him. Known in quiet circles as The White Void, Y/N became a player surrounded by rumors-especially the one where he was offered a contract along with Itoshi Sae. ... and turned it down without explanation. But talent alone was never his problem. It was interest. Because no matter how high the level, the game always ended the same way: Predictable. Repetitive. Boring. Until Blue Lock. A place that doesn't care what a player is supposed to be, only what they can become. For the first time, Y/N steps into an environment that doesn't try to define him... But forces him to choose one. And in a system built to create the world's greatest striker --The real question isn't whether he can survive. It's whether the system can handle something that was never meant to belong to it.

He sleeps through briefings. He drifts during conversations. He looks like someone who shouldn't have survived this long. And yet, every curse he faces meets its end in a nightmare. Born into the declining Yumezawa clan obsessed with survival at any cost, Yumezawa (Y/N) was raised as a solution rather than a person. His cursed technique, dreams given form, made him invaluable, even as it erased his right to choose his own future. __________________________________________________________________________________ Credit to the original artist of the cover art. I found this beautiful art under "Arturo Simøn Moreno Gaspar" on Pinterest. If the original artistwould like me to change it or something else, please ask me. I don't own the characters or the story of Jujutsu Kaisen. All rights belong to the owners.

"𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖?!" "𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖." The best team with the best striker needed the best coach, right? Short tempered, hot headed, with a pension for violence, and just down right crass. But a genius when it comes to soccer. According the Ego she's just what Blue Lock needed.