In the glittering halls of Ouran Academy, where wealth is measured in generations and lunch costs more than most people's weekly groceries, Akihito Nakamura is surviving on spite, energy drinks, and four hours of sleep. A scholarship student from a world of convenience store shifts and carefully hidden bruises, he's mastered the art of appearing fine while quietly falling apart. Armed with impeccable manners, a secret stuffed bear named Mr. Crimson, and an impressive collection of terrible coping mechanisms, Akihito has exactly one goal: keep his head down, maintain his grades, and get through each day without anyone discovering the truth about his life outside Ouran's ivory gates. But when a certain overly-enthusiastic Host Club King decides that Akihito would make the perfect addition to their ranks, and a quiet, observant vice-president starts noticing the things Akihito desperately tries to hide, surviving Ouran becomes exponentially more complicated. Also, there are rose petals. So many rose petals.

Various! Tokyo Revengers x Neji! Male! Reader in which a male is destined to risk his life just for the sake of his cousin but certain individuals would do anything to prevent it. Most impressive rankings: #1 hinatatachibana (16/07/24) #2 topmalereader (11/08/24) #10 tenjiku (15/08/24) #2 naoto (17/08/24)

Takemichi always thought his older brother, Hanagaki Mitsuo, too perfect a student, endlessly working part-time jobs, too focused on a future that Takemichi himself wasn't sure even mattered. Mitsuo wasn't violent, wasn't a delinquent... so why did people, delinquents included, seem drawn to him? The truth? Mitsuo wasn't fighting for a name, nor money, nor power. He fought only when someone needed protection. A silent guardian with the natural charm and presence of Sano Shinichiro, Mitsuo carried himself with quiet strength and a calm smile that drew even the fiercest of Tokyo's street kings to notice him. ─── [ Written in English ] › sorry for any grammatical mistakes #1 toman #1 tokrev #1 sanoshinichiro #1 shinichirosano #1 sanomanjiro #1 takemitchihanagaki #1 tachibanahinata

An ordinary Saturday ends in an accident, and you wake up inside Tokyo Revengers, wearing the face of Shinichiro Sano. You remember everything that's supposed to happen. Every tragedy. Every death. But a System forces you to survive while forbidding you from telling the truth. The world resists your interference, and every attempt to change fate comes at a cost. Your presence unsettles everyone. Some cling to you like an older brother returned from the dead. Others grow obsessed, suspicious, or dangerously attached. You're not here to replace anyone. You're here to survive. --- Tokyo Revengers x Isekai!MaleReader

welp here I am is tim creating another story I watched BNA and fell in love with all the characters they were all so adorable and shirou ogami is one handsome beastman so this is about him and my male!oc. it the plot as usual but I added some of my own elements to it ÙwÚ BXB no like? NO READ! (simple)

[HunterxHunter x inspired Megumi Fushiguro!Reader] [Child Reader] [Name] wishes Gon and Killua to understand that their Shikigami are not pets. Cover made by @tsuyvri on Wattpad!

What is perfection? To him, it was an unfound obsession. To others, it was him. All he really wanted was to escape his mind and reality, and enjoy what it felt like to be carefree. He needed a cure and he was going to do everything to get it.

Light ends up in the past. If he wants to survive he has no choice but to join Sesshoumaru. Light Yagami ends up in the Sengoku period because of Ryuk. Without the power of Kira in a world where humans are being eaten by demons Light has no choice but to join the most feared among them, Sesshōmaru. In his search for finding a way back to his time he can only trust his own mind.

Two brothers inherit their father's debts from Yakuza upon his death. Denji, being a responsible older brother he is, working so hard with his younger brother to gain money for their father's debt and also for their survival for foods. One day, the brothers met a strange woman with red hair, she had yellow-colored eyes with red spirals. Until then, the woman offered them a chance to become a devil hunters, What will happen next? Will they successfully live a peaceful life, or something else might get in the way? (WARNING! This book contained many dark and mature content, therefore mature audiences advised!)

Life has a twisted sense of humor, and Kishibe is about to become the punchline. For years, he's lived by a simple code: kill devils, train rookies who'll probably die anyway, and seduce women with practiced ease. Sure, Quanxi never fell for his charms, but who's counting? With a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Kishibe has perfected the art of drowning out the screams, the blood, and the endless parade of corpses that define a Devil Hunter's existence. In his rare moments of silence, though, a question haunts him: What if I'd chosen differently? Then fate answers. A phone call shatters an ordinary afternoon, not a telemarketer, not a wrong number, but a lawyer with impossible news. A woman from his past has died, leaving him something in her will. Kishibe expects nothing more than forgotten trinkets, maybe a dusty painting from a relative he can't recall. When he finds out what is, or more specifically who it is he's shocked to his core. A four-year-old boy clutches a cloud-patterned blanket to his chest, eyes wide and uncertain. The child has his mother's features, yes, but in the curve of his jaw, the set of his eyes, Kishibe sees the unmistakable shadow of himself staring back. Kenji. That's his name. The man who thought he'd die alone, another nameless hunter swallowed by the darkness, now holds the small hand of a son he never knew existed. This child, fragile, innocent, impossibly his, is about to unravel everything Kishibe thought he understood about life, death, and the razor's edge between them. But Kenji won't just change one cynical Devil Hunter's world. He'll change the worlds of many. The world watches. Waits. Wonders whether this boy will become its salvation, or its damnation. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.