"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘠/𝘕. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶." In a world where heroes are corporate commodities and the higher-ups control the narrative, the mysterious, top-ranked hero known only as "X" remains an untamable anomaly. He refuses to join the corrupt hero agencies, making him a primary target for the elite. But X has a secret far more precious than his identity: a quiet, deeply loving life shared with a university student named Y/N in his apartment. As the pressure from the corrupt higher-ups intensifies, Zhang's protective instincts border on a healthy obsession, using localized portals, encrypted social media monitoring, and GPS tracking to keep her safe from the greedy hands of the system. When tragedy strikes and his close confidant Smile is killed, the corporate network finally uncovers X's identity, sending waves of elite heroes to eliminate the anomaly.

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25

"You know, sweetheart, for someone who claims to love the silence, your soul makes a hell of a lot of noise whenever I'm around...kinda wanna make you scream" In a world of falling gods and rising rot, the Ground's most chaotic Cleaner finally meets the one thing he can't sweep away: a "princess" Ronin with a wooden soul.

"He's a monster hidden in human skin." ★ Gachiakuta belongs to Kei Urana ★ ★ Follows the manga ★

Tsukiyo Yoonah - a teenage girl whose power bends space but with a silence that weighs heavier, is accepted into Japan's No. 1 Hero Academy, UA. Her new chapter in life becomes full of voices, her classmates in 1-A that balance the loudness in the quiet. This is her story of courage whispered, not shouted. Of a girl who cradles gravity in trembling hands. --- 🌙 Oc x Canon 💥 All drawing are original | IG: @myoon.zy Rankings: #1 bnhaoc 05/04/2026 #5 ocxcanon 05/09/2026 #2 bakugo 05/09/2026 #3 mhaoc 05/09/2026 Updates Saturday - Monday

A quirk like this wasn't supposed to exist. It was a secret that the Hero Commission would kill to control - a weapon they would break down to mold as they see fit. Caught between a thinning line between suspicion and trust, Ren must confront her dark past in order to have a future. With the League closing in and the Hero Commission growing colder, Ren's only constant is Hawks. Hawks, seemingly, is always there to pull her back from the edge. But as lies unravel and hidden forces at play are revealed, Ren has to decide if she's a pawn in some dark force's game or if she is the Hero who will rewrite the rules and save the hero society as we know it? Her quirk made her dangerous, but will love make her unstoppable?

"We're expected to save them? What a drag." "T-Takahashi-san, we're heroes...!" Takahashi Reina didn't have ambitions or goals. She wanted to be like a cloud, just floating around but her mom had other plans for her. Because of her, she enrolled in the hero course. Can someone so lazy become a hero? **OC is inspired by Shikamaru Nara from Naruto, but will later on become more original** ‼️All pictures belong to me and my oc‼️ ‼️Mha does NOT belong to me‼️

"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪." ── ⋆｡°ঌঌঌ°｡⋆ ── Some fires protect. Some fires destroy. Yours has always done both. You graduated UA a failure. Three years on, your hero licence is hanging by a thread, your flames are more liability than power, and the guilt of destroying a child's Quirk has kept you chained tighter than any villain ever could. Then Katsuki Bakugo walks into your diner. And something in your fire recognises something in his. You don't want it. You don't understand it. Your Quirk has never cared what you want. Neither has he. The bond between your flames and his nitroglycerin runs deeper than either of you are willing to admit. A chemical pull that makes your fire burn gold in his presence and his hands smoke when you're not in the room. It should be impossible. It's also the only thing that's made your Quirk feel like a gift instead of a sentence. You've spent years learning to burn small. Controlled. Safe. Katsuki Bakugo has never done anything small in his life.

❝𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘'𝗦 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗦𝗢 𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚❞ in which pride speaks louder than apologies, and roses are far from being gentle. KYOYA OOTORI X FEM!OC FANFICTION ‧₊˚ this is a #slowburn english is not my first language !!

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘴, 𝘠/𝘕... 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦." In the world of magic, every stroke of an ink pen carries the weight of intention. For Qifrey, a distinguished Master at the Atelier, his intentions have always been clear regarding his students and his duty. But buried beneath his spectacles and his gentle smiles is a memory of a girl who vanished before he could ever say the words "I love you." ​When Y/N, a witch with the rare and delicate gift of weaving both brilliance and dusk into her seals, arrives at the Atelier, the past and present collide. Though she is soft-spoken and easily startled, her presence brings a warmth that even Qifrey's most intricate light-spells cannot replicate.