Giyuu Tomioka, president of the Asakusa Academy. Shinobu Kocho Member of the student council in the Asakusa Academy falls in love with Giyuu Tomioka Will she be able to tell her feelings? Will it be too late for Giyuu to tell his feelings? {this story is inspired by IWTEYP} don't search if you don't want spoilers Ofc I dont own any character all rights to creator of kny Koyoharu Gotouge.

helo :D so this is gonna be my first time writing an fanfic that is not a oneshot :D and yeaaa. its gonna be an angst one but there gonna be fluff at the end- assuming I even finish the book LMAO 😭 TW: - eating disorders - self harm - suicide To my fellow readers whose mental health is not the best right now, pls click off if these trigger you 😭 I don't want bad shit happening to you luv <3 Cover ain't mine, credits to the artist Summary: Giyuu has an eating disorder and his life is upside down. He attempted suicide and that's when things take a turn.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

*NOT EDITED* "You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot.