You're not supposed to be here. Not in Hummingbird Crew's turf. Not on this track. Not anywhere near Jay Jo and his team. But here you are. Y/N - the nameless, smooth-riding storm on two wheels. No sponsors. No flash. No team. Just pure instinct, impossible balance, and a blank expression that pisses everyone off. Some call you a ghost. Others call you a coward for never joining an official race. But then you beat Jay Jo. Without even trying. Now the whole street racing world wants to know: Who is this guy? And why does he look so damn bored while making the best riders eat dust?

Y/N is a government-trained assassin sent to Class 3-E with one mission: eliminate Koro-sensei. Too bad he treats it like summer camp. He's unpredictable, sarcastic, always eating snacks, and somehow got into a knife fight with a vending machine. But under the jokes and chaos is a cold-blooded killer trained to end lives without blinking. The students don't know if they should befriend him or fear him. Koro-sensei isn't sure if Y/N is joking or seconds away from stabbing him. And Karma? He's already planning a duel behind the school. Welcome to Class 3-E. Where the newest transfer student might be the most dangerous one yet. Or the dumbest. Possibly both.

( Credits to @AustinKelly526 for the idea ) Y/N thought he signed up for a normal job. Something quiet. Something safe. Something that didn't involve angry gods, sword-wielding tsunderes, and overdramatic kings with god complexes. But no. He's not a Master. Not a Heroic Spirit. He's... the therapist. Now trapped in Chaldea, Y/N has one mission: fix the Servants. (Or at least stop them from killing each other in the hallway.) From calming down Jeanne Alter's weekly meltdown, to dodging BB's chaotic matchmaking attempts, to surviving "family therapy" with Karna and Arjuna, Y/N's job is pure madness. No powers. No weapons. Just a clipboard, coffee, and sheer mental willpower. Pray for him.

(Y/N-known to the world as Fujii Kaze-is a mysterious, soulful solo artist from Japan whose music touches hearts and sparks curiosity. He's unpredictable, raw, and always feels like he's singing to something bigger than fame. One day, his path crosses with Ado, the rising vocal powerhouse known for her explosive voice and reclusive nature. When the industry sets them up for a surprise collab, it's chaos. She's fire. He's wind. Together, they create something the world has never heard before. But behind the studio doors, is it music or madness? Two artists. One stage. Countless emotions.

Y/N didn't transfer to Hyakkaou Academy to gamble. He came for peace, good grades, and maybe the vending machines. Instead, he walked into a school ruled by gambling maniacs, sadists in blazers, and a girl with a gambling addiction who won't stop following him. He doesn't play their games. He doesn't care about money. He doesn't even know the rules half the time. But he keeps winning. Somehow. Now the entire student council thinks he's a threat. Yumeko Jabami thinks he's interesting. And Y/N? He just wants to go home. A chaotic, deadpan, and slightly unhinged ride through a world where bluffing is survival-and Y/N is the accidental king of it all.

Y/N is a chill, sword-wielding exorcist trained by none other than Seiko Ayase herself. He doesn't scream. He doesn't panic. He doesn't even run. He just shows up, cuts the problem in half, and leaves with a sigh. When aliens and yokai start getting bolder, Seiko sends him to "keep an eye" on her granddaughter Momo and the weird kid with turbo legs. Now he's stuck with a loud high schooler, a cursed pervert, and a ghost in a tracksuit. ...And somehow, that's not even the weird part. Swords fly, ghosts cry, and Y/N just wants to nap.

All I wanted was a quiet life. Bread, naps, and maybe passing exams. Instead, I got front-row seats to a slow-burn romance between my best friend and the most elegant girl in school. Lucky me. Y/N has been Rintaro Tsumugi's childhood best friend, chaos enabler, and part-time emotional support gremlin since diapers. But when Rintaro meets Kaoruko Waguri-the 'Fragrant Flower' of Kikyo Girls' Academy-everything starts to bloom. Love? Blossoming. Drama? Inevitable. Third-wheeling? Legendary. In a world of shy glances, awkward confessions, and forbidden school rivalries, Y/N does what he does best: stir the pot, drop emotional truth bombs, and maybe... accidentally fall into his own unexpected subplot. ( The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity x malereader )

( ON HOLD ) To walk through centuries bathed in blood and silence... That is the fate of those who have lost everything to the night. Y/N Tsugikuni, a swordsman from an ancient era, walks the shadows of Edo with a crimson blade and a silent vow-to destroy his brother, Michikatsu, now reborn as the demon Kokushibo. But fate weaves cruelly. In a world plagued by spirits and beasts, Y/N crosses paths with Jinya, an immortal hunter burdened with a similar curse: to slay the demon that was once his own sister. As darkness grips the land, Suzune-demon queen and puppetmaster-rises, her right hand none other than Kokushibo himself, now a twisted master of Moon Breathing. Bound by pain, torn by history, two warriors fight their past to protect the future. ( Sword of the Demon Hunter Kijin Gentosho x Yoriichi!malereader )

Being a Trainer at Tracen Academy was supposed to be a chill, quiet job. But when you're Y/N-a caffeine-fueled, chaos-loving, ultra-laidback dude with zero filter and way too much energy-you somehow become the biggest storm to ever hit the racetrack. Assigned to the underdog team Starhoof, a wild mix of misunderstood, quirky, and overly competitive Uma Musume, Y/N is determined to help them rise to glory... if he doesn't get fired first for riding a cardboard horse down the hallway or accidentally calling Gold Ship "Goofy Ship" in front of the media. Between dealing with rival trainers, late-night training shenanigans, heartfelt pep talks under the stars, and horse girls maybe catching feelings-Y/N's about to find out that sometimes, you don't chase dreams. You race toward them. And in his case? Probably while yelling "YEEHAW!" in a bathrobe.

𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼'𝓂 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹. 𝒬𝓊𝒾ℯ𝓉. 𝒢ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ. 𝒮ℴ𝒻𝓉-𝓈𝓅ℴ𝓀ℯ𝓃. 𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ. 𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝒶ℊℯ𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℯ. 𝒮𝒽ℯ'𝓈 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ-𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝒸𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈, 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂. 𝐼 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℯ𝓇. ℕℴ𝓉 𝓎ℯ𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽. 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ. 𝐼 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃ℴ𝓌... 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ'𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ. 𝒜 𝓂𝒶𝓃. 𝒯ℴ𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝐻ℯ 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒹ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝓇. 𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ𝓈 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝓈ℯℯ𝓈 𝒽ℯ𝓇. 𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓂ℯ. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒿ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁? 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝐼 𝓀ℯℯ𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝓇. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ... 𝑀𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈.