❝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

❝𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟, 𝗗𝗢 𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗬. 𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗧.❞ ━━━ ​(𝗬/𝗡) (L/N) is not your average swordsman. To the rest of the world, a monster is a terrifying harbinger of death. To (Y/N), it is a collection of prime cuts, unbruised tendons, and untapped culinary potential. Blessed with Anatomical Precision, he moves through the chaotic depths with an island of serene, unshakeable tranquility, treating the bloodiest battles like meticulous food preparation. He doesn't just slaughter-he harvests. ​His flawless grace, aristocratic charm, and penchant for teasing his companions with smooth, effortless compliments make him the anchoring heart of Laios Touden's eccentric party. But beneath his calm, patient smile lies a boundary line etched in blood: mess with his close allies, and his patience instantly evaporates into cold, lethal certainty. ​Because (Y/N) does not walk the dark alone. ​Bound to his very soul is Toga-an ancient, primordial Devil's Curse born of pure catastrophic wrath. She is a towering abomination of shadows, tendrils, and razor-sharp teeth, but to (Y/N), she is the most gorgeous lady he has ever known. Driven by an all-consuming, violently possessive love for him, Toga acts as an instant-kill weapon hidden in his shadow, constantly warring with a fiery jealousy whenever any surface girl-or a certain handsome investigator named Kabru-tries to steal her king's attention. ​When the tragic downfall at the claws of the Red Dragon tears the party apart, (Y/N) must lead the descent back into the abyss. But as the stakes grow higher and the Lunatic Magician threatens to tear the dungeon apart, (Y/N) may be forced to play his ultimate, forbidden trump card: a complete unification with the curs

❝𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘, 𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗦𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘❞ ━━━ 𝗦𝗛𝗘 was never meant to be human. Raised beneath the cold chandeliers of the Port Mafia, she was polished into something beautiful and deadly - a weapon disguised as a girl. Silence was her language. Obedience was her virtue. Emotion was a liability. They called her a doll. She stopped correcting them. But everything changes the night she walks away from blood-stained floors and into the light of the Armed Detective Agency - where justice is chosen, not enforced, and kindness is given without expectation. Now, she must learn how to exist without orders. How to breathe without permission. How to live without being owned. Yet the past does not loosen its grip so easily. Because in the shadows of Yokohama stand the ghosts of who she used to be: A former mafia strategist who sees through her silence and understands her darkness a little too well. A gravity-wielding executive who would burn the city before letting her fall again. And a president whose steady presence threatens to teach her something far more dangerous than survival - trust. Caught between the mind that knows her worst thoughts and the fire that refuses to let her freeze, she must decide what kind of future she wants. Weapon. Detective. Or something terrifyingly fragile in between. In a city balanced on the edge of chaos, love is not gentle. And for the first time in her life- She will make her own.

❝𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧, '𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣, 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘.' 𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗪𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬❞ ━━━ 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗥 was never supposed to define (Y/N). Not their identity. Not their future. Not their life. For most people, football is simple-win, score, become the best striker in the world. But for (Y/N), things have never been simple. Quiet, observant, and difficult to read, they move through life the same way they move across the field: calculating angles, predicting outcomes, always three steps ahead of everyone else. Some call them calm. Others call them strange. But no one can deny the results. Their plays are precise. Their thinking is sharp. And their presence on the field changes the rhythm of the entire game. Still, soccer was never something (Y/N) loved. It was simply... something they were good at. Everything changes the day a letter arrives. An invitation. A single envelope that drags them into a project unlike anything the world has ever seen-Blue Lock. A place where hundreds of talented players are gathered together with one goal: to create the greatest striker in the world. A place where dreams are sharpened into weapons. A place where friendships break, egos collide, and only the strongest survive. (Y/N) never planned to join. But curiosity is a dangerous thing. Inside Blue Lock, they meet players driven by obsession, ambition, pride, and madness-each one fighting to become number one. Some see (Y/N) as a rival. Others see them as a puzzle waiting to be solved. And some begin to realize that behind the calm exterior is someone who might change the entire game. Because (Y/N) isn't chasing glory. They're searching for something else. Maybe it's freedom. Maybe it's identity. Or maybe it's simply a reason to care

❝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?

❝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

❝𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟-𝗡!❞ ━━━ 𝗜𝗡 the Ground, you're either trash... or you learn how to fight like hell to survive. (Y/N) learned early. Once, she was nothing more than a voice. A girl forced to smile, forced to sing, forced to perform while the world above treated people like her as disposable entertainment. An idol polished pretty enough to be loved - but never free. Then everything was taken from her. Her home. Her future. And worst of all... her older brother. The only person who ever protected her. The only person she couldn't save. Now, years later, (Y/N) stands at the top of Akuta as its leader - cigarette between her fingers, prosthetic leg built from scrap, and a gun steady in her hand. To the Cleaners, she's hope. To the Raiders, she's a threat. To the Ground, she's a symbol. They call her "Boss." They call her "Songbird." They call her reckless. But they still follow her into hell without hesitation. Because when (Y/N) says, "I've got you," she means it. Yet the past she buried refuses to stay dead. A childhood friend she can't forget. A truth she doesn't want to face. And the crushing realization that the person who stole her brother's life... might also be the one who still holds her heart. Love and hatred blur. Trust turns fragile. Enemies get closer. And the war between Cleaners and Raiders grows bloodier by the day. In a world built on garbage and survival, kindness is a weakness. Attachment is dangerous. And loving someone? That might be the deadliest mistake of all. But if protecting her people means burning everything down - her past, her enemies, even herself - (Y/N) will go 𝗔𝗹𝗹-𝗜𝗡!

❝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘! 𝗖'𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘?❞ ━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 a world built on trash, lies, and people who are thrown away, (Y/N) was never meant to feel anything at all. Born among the Sphereites and raised to be perfect, she learned early that emotions were inconvenient, silence was praised, and obedience kept you safe. From the outside, she was everything the Sphere adored-polite, capable, untouchable. On the inside, she was empty. Still. Quiet. Until she fell. Cast down into the Ground, where rot breathes and survival demands blood, (Y/N) joins the Cleaners-believing usefulness might give her purpose. Instead, she becomes something far more dangerous. Her Vital Instrument does not cut, burn, or destroy. It calms. When she acknowledges what she feels, the world around her sinks into stillness. Rage dulls. Fear slows. Pain quiets. And those who live in chaos begin to crave her presence like air after drowning. Especially Rudo Surebrec. Around her, his curse eases. His hatred softens. His pain stops screaming. And once he realizes that calm has a source... letting go becomes impossible. But Rudo isn't the only one who notices. Cleaners grow protective. Raiders grow curious. Obsession blooms quietly, dangerously, from both sides of the battlefield. Love turns possessive. Protection turns suffocating. And the more (Y/N) tries to disappear, the more the world bends around her. Because still water doesn't mean safety. It means pressure. And when it finally breaks, everyone will be dragged under.