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.

"Science always delivers the cure... after all, I am a doctor."

ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ, ʟᴀᴛᴇ 20ᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ. ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ.

Basically bro had to leave but didnt tell huntrix he told them his feelings for them they said they were just friends (Adrien Agreste Vibes x 3) bro leaves hen they realise how much they miss him

"𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉-𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇*𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔-𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂' 𝒔𝒆𝒆?" -(𝒀/𝑵) 𝒀𝒐𝒛𝒂, 20𝑿𝑿 (INDEFINITE HIATUS)

You woke up after a celebration with your Valkyries after another successful operation, yet horrified when you woke up to find out that you have inflicted a lot of pain and wounds onto them over the years even though you didn't recall it... Can you help them and heal them all back to shape? (I do not own any of the characters, all rights belong to miHoYo. I do not own the cover picture)

(Male Child Soldier Reader x Prison School Harem) Before becoming a Student at Hachimitsu Academy, Y/N was forced into the life of a child soldier by the terrorist army but was found abandoned by a group of female soldiers who saw him attempting to treat an allied soldier who was already dead but he hadn't noticed. Once being taken to the base, Y/N was given chores to do around the base while the female soldiers were responsible for taking care of him including feeding him and such and all of it came out of their paychecks. However, one day the base was attacked and everyone would've died had Y/N not been there. Finally having a group of people who treated him more than semi-humanely, Y/N unleashed his unmatched training and slaughtered all of them. After witnessing the carnage he was capable, the army IMMEDIATELY wanted to take him somewhere to be able to live a normal life but nothiby seemed to work. Afterwards, Y/N and the female soldiers were given a home in the Japan to try and attempt to slowly get him to a state of normalcy. However, being a child soldier is bound to make a normal life but at Hachimitsu Academy, there will never be a possibility for a normal life because of the Underground Student Council and their hatred of men. But when they learn of the horrors Y/N lived, will their views on the young boy change or will things only get worse from Here?

If you had to choose between me and him, who would you choose?

Y/N never planned on managing anyone - he could barely manage his own stream without scuff. But one late-night Valorant rescue for a panicking VTuber throws him into the spotlight, and suddenly, the "Manager Arc" meme becomes his life. What starts as helping out a few struggling talents snowballs into collabs, rivalries, and late-night Discord calls. With each new streamer he supports, his "little side gig" edges closer to becoming a full-blown agency - and maybe something more. Scuffed streams, chaotic chat energy, jealous rival managers, and a growing roster of wildly different VTuber girls... Being the guy behind the scenes just got a whole lot more complicated.

Nao straightened his back, turning around to face the gyms hard concrete walls and slammed his head against the stone- hard. "𝐊𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐚! 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠!" "Clearly I'm so lonely I've hallucinated a cute undead girl who's talking nonsense- this will all just go away, and I can go back to my normal life-" "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝!!" ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ Nao Masashi is your average teenage boy studying at Kami high. He thought he had it pretty simple. Wake up, go to school, attend student council meetings then walk home. But what happens when his schedule is disrupted by an impromptu love letter? Will he join his fellow schoolmates in taking down aliens and ghosts? Or will he be stuck with a fangirling phantom for the rest of his days. ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ (Front Cover art Temporary- Collage made by Me, Credit to Hatsune-Mike ✋😔🥬)