❝𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣, 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧, 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗧. 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗠 𝗠𝗔𝗧.❞ ━━━ 𝗙𝗢𝗥 three hundred years, the local fae of the Briar Valley avoided the northern foggy ruins like the plague. Rumor had it that a trio of voracious, flesh-eating demons haunted the crumbling fortress, leaving absolutely no traces of the knights or witch hunters who dared enter. ​In reality? It was just Kurogane "Kuro" Nox and his chaotic little twin brothers living their absolute best lives. ​As vampires, survival was tricky. Hunting drew the attention of powerful authorities-like the terrifying Draconia line. So, Kuro came up with the ultimate lazy pacifist strategy: becoming the castle's literal trash-disposal crew. Whenever intruders marched in, Kuro's family didn't just defeat them-they ate them. And not just the people. Thanks to a bizarre, black-hole physiology, the siblings routinely devoured iron armor, poisoned weapons, and cursed artifacts simply because they loved the "crunch." ​To the outside world, Kuro was a legendary monster. To anyone looking into the ruins during the day, he was just a sleek, incredibly smug black cat napping lazily in a patch of sunlight-the hilarious result of an ancient bloodline quirk that strips away his vampire form in bright daylight. A quirk his little brothers weaponized by using him as a literal footwarmer for centuries. ​Kuro's peaceful era of sleeping, playing retro video games, and avoiding all human responsibility comes to a screeching halt the night the Ebony Mirror's Black Carriage arrives. Knocked unconscious and stuffed into a coffin, Kuro is dragged away from his comfortable ruins and forcefully enrolled as a freshman at Night Raven College.

❝𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛❞ ━━━ 𝗜𝗡 the neon-soaked, blood-stained streets of Tokyo, everyone is screaming for something. Denji screams for a burger and a touch of a girl. The Devils scream for the end of humanity. The Public Safety hunters scream in their final moments before the dark takes them. But (Y/N) (L/N) is silent. As the Scythe Hybrid, she is the living embodiment of the Harvest-a girl who traded her sense of fear for a heart made of obsidian blades and a fox named Kiba. While other hunters tremble in the presence of the Control Devil or the Gun Devil, (Y/N) simply sighs. To her, a life-or-death struggle isn't a tragedy; it's just another boring chore standing between her and a warm nap. She's been Denji's shadow since they were kids eating scraps in the dirt, his only constant in a world that wanted him dead. But as Denji's protective streak turns into a suffocating obsession, and the monsters of Special Division 4 begin to circle her like vultures, (Y/N)'s "peace" is starting to fray at the edges. She doesn't realize that her nonchalance is the ultimate bait. In a world fueled by terror, a girl who cannot feel fear is the rarest prize of all. From the halls of Fourth East High to the literal pits of Hell, (Y/N) will reap the momentum of anyone who stands in her way. But when the "Peace" finally breaks and the Harvest Beast awakens, will there be anything left of the girl who just wanted to stay warm?

❝𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥, (𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥!) 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨!❞ ━━━ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 was the mantra. The golden rule. The lifeline that kept Hanasato Minori moving forward through fifty failed auditions and a lifetime of clumsiness. She was just an ordinary girl with an extraordinary dream: to become an idol, to shine on stage, and to bring happiness to anyone who heard her voice. But fate has a wicked sense of humor-and a penchant for the gothic. One moment, she's in a practice room, rehearsing a routine with a new, mysterious antique prop. The next, she's waking up in a dusty, velvet-lined coffin in the center of the most prestigious, terrifying, and magically-elite academy in the world: Dark Raven College. There are no stages here. No fans. No spotlights. Instead, there are brooding housewardens with short tempers, beastmen who hunt, sea-witch schemers, and a school Headmage who treats her like a convenient errand girl. Magic is everywhere, danger is a daily occurrence, and the atmosphere is thick with secrets that refuse to stay buried. Minori is a girl of pure light, and she has just been dropped into the deepest, most twisted shadow. The students are cynical. The curriculum is deadly. And the social hierarchy is a shark tank. But Minori didn't survive fifty rejections just to give up now. She's going to learn the magic, survive the dorms, and maybe-just maybe-teach this school a thing or two about the power of an idol's spirit. Because if there's one thing Minori knows, it's that when the world tells you "no," you just have to work at it... 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.ᐟ ᵀᵂˢᵀ ˣ ᴹᶦⁿᵒʳᶦ ᴴᵃⁿᵃˢᵃᵗᵒᴵ! ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ

❝𝗜'𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝟭𝟳, 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘'𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠?❞ ━━━ 𝗧𝗢 the criminal underworld, Number 07 was the ultimate ghost-a cold, calculative, and utterly flawless apex predator with a multi-million yen bounty on her head and a trail of silent takedowns in her wake. She was engineered to be a weapon, hallowed out by handlers who saw her as nothing more than property. But after a frantic, midnight escape that left her terrifying boss permanently scarred, she ran straight into the light. ​Now? She's just (Y/N) (L/N). A sleepy, street-fashion-obsessed slacker who spent her hard-earned freedom curating the perfect early-2000s Gyaru aesthetic. ​Relegated to the mountain campus of Kunugigaoka Junior High's Class 3-E, she fits right in with the misfits and dropouts. With her heavy liquid eyeliner, signature blunt bangs, oversized beige cardigan, and ridiculously soft, fluffy faux-fur wrist cuffs, she looks completely ridiculous. She claims to hate school, actively skips homework to sleep on the roof, and spends her time dragging classmates to Shibuya sticker booths and hoarding street-side strawberry crepes. ​But you can take the girl out of the underworld, but you can't take the supercomputer out of her brain. ​Despite being the smartest person alive, her protective "big sister" switch flips whenever Class E looks at her with pleading eyes. Her tutoring methods are entirely unconventional, chaotic, and downright hilarious-dismantling complex college calculus like an assassination mission and introducing a flustered "sweet-and-headpat" reward system that drives the boys into absolute, blushing overdrive. Armed with flawless physical conditioning and a lethal center of gravity hidden beneath her slouchy brown leg warmers, she is the only student capable of executing a flawless strike on their Mach-20 alien teacher, Korosensei... even

❝𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜'𝗩𝗘 𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥❞ ━━━ 𝗔𝗧 the world's most elite soccer facility, the goal is to create the ultimate striker. But high-performance bodies break easily, and even the strongest "ego" can be brought to its knees by a spiked fever or a torn ligament. Enter Maomao, the youngest Medical Manager in the history of the Japan Football Association. ​To the players, she is the "Stray Cat"-a tiny, blunt girl with forest-green hair and a terrifying lack of emotion. She doesn't care about their dreams of winning the World Cup, and she certainly isn't charmed by their looks or their fame. While Isagi Yoichi searches for the "monster" inside himself and Barou Shoei demands his throne, Maomao is busy in the back room, grinding bitter herbs into experimental ointments and tasting suspicious chemicals to ensure they aren't tainted. ​She is a girl raised in the shadows of a Red-Light District, where kindness is a transaction and "love" is a liability. In the sterile halls of Blue Lock, she treats the strikers like biological specimens-measuring their heart rates, analyzing their sweat, and ignoring their advances with a cold, clinical stare. But as the stakes rise and the pressure of the Neo-Egoist League begins to crack even the toughest players, they find themselves drawn to the girl who sees through their polished masks. ​She isn't there to be their cheerleader. She isn't there to be their friend. She's there to make sure they survive the poison of their own ambition. ​Because in Blue Lock, the only thing more addictive than victory is the girl who knows exactly how to cure-or kill-you.

❝𝗦𝗢, 𝗜 𝗖𝗥𝗬, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗕𝗘𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘❞ ━━━━━━━ ♡ She was once a silent shadow beneath the butterfly's wing-now, she walks beneath a sky ruled by monkeys, machines, and myth. (Name) Tsuyuri was a blade forged by grief, a Demon Slayer who knew only duty and silence. Trained by the Kocho sisters, she learned to kill without hesitation, to smile without feeling, and to breathe like a flower blooming in battle. But the final war is over, and Muzan is dead. So why does her heart still ache? After the battle that freed both demons and humans from the endless cycle of death, (Name)'s path splinters. With Shinobu's blessing, she leaves the Demon Slayer Corps and ventures beyond what she knows-into a world of vibrant chaos and celestial warriors. In the dazzling neon streets of the city, she crosses paths with the unexpected: Sun Wukong's successor. A boy made of stone and courage. A monkey with a golden staff. And beings who aren't quite demons, but aren't human either. In this new world where tradition clashes with technology, (Name) must face the echoes of her past, the flutter of unfamiliar emotions, and a power she never knew she had. Can a girl raised on silence find her voice in a world that never stops shouting? A collection of shorts and one-shots featuring (Name) Tsuyuri in the Lego Monkie Kid universe-romantic, emotional, and packed with action, angst, and soft moments blooming between battles. ᴸᴹᴷ! ᴷᴬᴺᴬᴼ! ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ

❝𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘, 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘. '𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡,' 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗.❞ ─── (𝘯.) 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 ━━━━ (𝗬/𝗡) ​(L/N) has spent his entire life being a shadow. Moving from Germany to Japan, from France to Spain, he was never a permanent fixture-just a fleeting "Blueprint" in the lives of the world's most dangerous players. To Michael Kaiser, he was the "Blue Rose" that shared his trash-heap origins. To the Itoshi brothers, he was the childhood peacekeeper who brushed his hair in their living room. To Hiori and Karasu, he was the only one who understood the "game" behind the game. ​Now, those shadows have all converged in one place: The Blue Lock Project. ​(Y/N) enters the facility with a shy smile, a messy head of hair, and a habit of giving his food away to anyone who looks hungry. To the newcomers like Yoichi Isagi, he's the "Heart" of the team-a sweet, vulnerable boy who needs protecting. But to his childhood friends, (Y/N) is a walking detonator. They know the truth: under that nervous exterior lies a tactical mind so cold it rivals Ego Jinpachi's, and a "Blueprint" that can turn any player into a god-or a wreck. ​As the selection narrows, the boundaries between "friendship" and "possession" begin to blur. ​Rin wants to destroy his sweetness. Kaiser wants to cage his magic. Sae wants to reclaim his shadow. And Isagi? Isagi just wants to devour the light (Y/N) gives off so freely. ​Caught in a web of yandere obsessions and high-stakes egoism, (Y/N) must decide: will he remain the slubberdegullion who starves for others? Or will he finally realize that in a world of monsters, the only way to survive is to become the one holding the ball?

❝𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦❞ ━━━ 𝗜𝗡 the sun-drenched paradise of the Alola region, eleven-year-old (Y/N) (L/N) is known to the locals of Iki Town as a blessing. Draped in soft pastel pink ruffles, smelling faintly of tropical flowers and sea salt, she is the epitome of Alolan grace. She is a girl overflowing with love-so much so that she often forgets to reserve even a single fraction of it for herself. Driven by a dream to become a Pokémon Professor, she doesn't just want to study Pokémon; she wants to inspire trainers, to make the lonely feel seen, and to give the world the unconditional warmth she was starved of by her own workaholic mother. ​To the world, she is a prodigy. She is one of the rare few to wield a Z-Ring at such a young age, carrying an almost complete collection of Z-Crystals that gleam with a brilliant, terrifying power in battle. Her empathy allows her to synchronize with her Pokémon seamlessly, creating a bond of absolute, unwavering loyalty. ​But behind her polite smiles, composed demeanor, and soft, loopy eyes lies a heartbreaking truth: (Y/N) is running completely empty. ​Haunted by deep-seated maternal neglect, her self-worth is entirely nonexistent. She has learned to survive by becoming a social chameleon, molding herself into whatever people need her to be just to secure a fleeting, shallow crumb of acceptance. She treats her own well-being as an afterthought, believing her own heart can always wait. Her loyalty is a weapon she turns against herself; she will gladly stand between danger and the people she loves, sacrificing her safety, her happiness, and her health without a second thought. To her, love is not a joy-love is endurance.

❝𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠, 𝗠𝗬 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 - 𝗔 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠❞ ━━━━━ (𝗬/𝗡) Yoisaki always found comfort in the soft hum of her computer fan and the quiet glow of her screen. Music was her language, her heartbeat, her only way of understanding the world. Her life revolved around composing songs that could heal, comfort, and reach those who were hurting-because she knew that kind of pain too well. Her world was small, quiet, and safe-until one night, during a late call with Ena, Mafuyu, and Mizuki, something strange happened. After their call ended, her monitor flickered. A website she didn't recognize appeared-its name unreadable, its colors distorted. The cursor moved on its own, dancing across the screen as if something alive was watching her. She tried to turn it off. She tried to pull away. But before she could even blink- The screen pulled her in. Now trapped in a world of rust, ruin, and chaos, (Y/N) must navigate the harsh lands of Gachiakuta, where survival depends not on kindness, but on strength. Yet even in this broken world, her music refuses to fall silent. With her mysterious Vital Instrument, a harp that can heal, defend, and fight, (Y/N) becomes an unexpected light among the darkness. Haunted by her past and driven by her compassion, she'll learn that even the softest melody can echo louder than any scream. But in a place where beauty is punished and kindness is a weapon- Will her music save others... or destroy her instead?

❝비로소 지하의 별로 우리❞ ━━━━━ ♡ 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡 into The Pit - a wasteland of twisted metal, rotting memories, and lost souls - (Y/N) (L/N) swore she'd never forgive the world above. Her sister was accused of a crime she didn't commit and cast into the abyss like trash, and when (Y/N) was branded guilty by association years later, fate decided to drop her into the same hell. But what the Sphere didn't expect... was for her to survive. Armed with only her intelligence, a crimson rapier known as Crimson Fang, and the relentless will to avenge her sister, (Y/N) climbs her way through filth, blood, and fire. Behind her polite smile lies a storm of rage; behind her kindness, the scars of betrayal. She doesn't fight for glory. She fights for retribution. Her path crosses with the Cleaners - and one man in particular, Zanka Nijiku, whose calm exterior hides his own fractured soul. He sees her strength, her quiet fury, and the unshakable resolve beneath her gentle eyes. To everyone else, she's a survivor. To him, she's something more - the one person who makes the hell beneath the Sphere feel almost human. But revenge has a price. And in a world where trash becomes weapon, trust becomes dangerous, and love feels like rebellion, (Y/N) must decide - Will she burn the world for her sister's justice, or let someone finally save her before she burns herself alive?