─── 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. Currently editing! I update whenever I can :)) 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: -𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞-𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞- 09/15/20

Fuyo Dokujin doesn't have a good reputation. Those who know her shameful identity look down upon her. Those who know her secret will never trust her. They assume the worst, and never once had an ounce of faith in her. As a result of this treatment, Fuyo doesn't hold very high standards for herself either. She's a bad student and does what she wants. She acts out at school because she feels like she can get away with anything outside of her less than ideal homelife. However, Fuyo still applies for the hero course at U.A. High School. She believes that if she becomes a hero, she could save others from the things before they end up like her. She strives to help others, and intends to accomplish this goal. But not without causing some trouble along the way of course. (⚠️TW⚠️ This story revolves around the subject of abuse, and there's small mentions of sexual assault)

"Would you mind if I asked for your assistance?" She looked up from the ground to meet his eyes that were already on her, " Not at all, what can I help you with?" "Candy." "Candy?" He squinted his eyes, "Yes, Candy," She couldn't help but giggle at his actions, "What do you recommend?" Y/n's eyes drift to all the sweets, "Have you tried Pocky?" "I have not." "I'm pretty sure you'll love it." she reassured "How sure are you?" the detective was just playing with her, not expecting an answer. "Like 89%" she nodded. So different but yet so similar L thought. ================ Y/n Kitamura has a messy past and present which prevents her from being happy but what if she were to find something else that'd make her smile...like the world's greatest detective?

As great tragedy hit you as a child. You have devoted your life to finding out that truth. That is until you meet a girl which will change your life and give you a new one. You will have to deal with your own internal conflicting ideas as time goes on. -------------------------- ⚠️⚠️For those who are caught off guard I use *you* for Y/n as I want you to think that you are Y/n. (Lemon warning)⚠️⚠️ -------------------------- I do not claim to own attack on titan and all rights are with Hajime Isayama and the art isn't mine Y/n=Your name L/n=Your last name Ym/n=Your mom's name

I was walking down the sidewalk on a rainy night which was the night it all began. I was only 7, chatting with my mother and twin brother, not knowing a much about "abilities" or however they call them. It was very quiet, all that was heard were our foot steps. But I got a weird feeling that we were being followed. I began walking a bit faster, leaving my mother and brother confused, they asked "why are you walking so fast?" I didn't reply.

I'm known as 11 by Watari. That is my name. I don't have anything else as my name. My parents died right after my birth by a murderer. I never wanted to have a name because it was their job. My only family or who felt like family was Watari. Mello and Matt have bullied me. I'm the lowest rank since I never had a bright mind like the rest of them. Watari is dead now, so I have no family... The number 11 is all I have. So I'll keep it.

You are the child of All Might. Although you have such a great dad, you are a bit of a rebel as a middle school student. You don't listen to him and try to make the world your own. Until one day you meet a crimson eyed middle school kid, and everything changed. I plan to have some lemon scenes later on but I will have warnings at the beginning of those chapters. Also, I'll kinda follow the story line but I will add some slight changes if I think it will make things more interesting. [In the beginning chapters my writing isnt the best bc this was my first story on wattpad but dont worry, it gets better as it goes on :D ] 9/14/19 : #3 in Shouto 4/29/20: #4 in bhna 4/15/20: #10 in explosion

𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 (𝘢𝘥𝘫.) 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴. Todoroki Susumu couldn't give a damn when his father is disappointed by his existence for being quirkless. He's far too focused on solving this puzzle, and helping the police in their investigations.

"I will never forgive him. I will never show him mercy. I'll kill you, Kibutsuji Muzan!!!!" A boy as normal as you and I. All he had was his sister, his home, and a dream. But after everything was taken from him, he realized something. "Not everyone can be saved". Despite this he picks up a blade. He's not a hero nor a saint. He's a nameless swordsman born under the night sky. After being taught a Breath Style, what will he do when the person who taught him is working for the same man he pledged to kill.

Haitani Rindo. One half of the infamous Haitani brothers. The despicable siblings that rule over Roppongi. The- "Who?" He blinked. He looked up in disbelief and was met with a pair of eyes that stared back at him with the same amount of confusion. |-~•~-| Tokyo Revengers does not belong to me :) Any pictures belong to their rightful owners. The reader will be referred to as she/her. |-~•~-| START: 12 - 21 - 22 END: 4 - 15 - 23