💛➡️__In which you're bored and decided to play your magic skills and ended up in their world? That's how stupid you are! - 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 (𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘) 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. ___________________ I do not own Tokyo Revengers or any of its characters. Got it?

➡️ _𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 _𝑯𝑨𝒁𝑬_ 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾. - 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 (𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘) 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. ___________________ I do not own Tokyo Revengers or any of its characters.

- ✍𝓘𝓷-𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 , on the cold, damp banks of the Sumida River, a lone figure lies still. To (Y/N), he seems like a man with nowhere left to go. Yet, appearances are a fragile thing. As she closes the distance between them, she discovers that this stranger is far from ordinary. Some secrets are hidden in plain sight, and (Y/N) is about to find out exactly what-or who-is waiting in the dark.

In your mid-twenties, the allure of a Friday night usually meant escaping the corporate grind, and tonight was no exception. What started as a casual invitation for a few frames of bowling with colleagues had spiraled into a rowdy, neon-lit affair. While the others had surrendered themselves to the rhythm of clinking beer bottles-some now teetering on the edge of a drunken stupor-you remained remarkably sober, the designated witness to their chaos. Resting on the sidelines while awaiting your turn, a sudden need to find the restroom drew you away from the thunderous crash of pins. The hallway was dimmer, a stark contrast to the vibrant lanes behind you. It was there that you saw him. The stranger was an arresting sight: hair the color of dusty roses styled in a sharp mullet, and peculiar, prominent scars framing the corners of his mouth. Four silver piercings lined each ear, catching the faint light, while an intricate tattoo snaked down his right forearm. He looked out of place yet entirely in control, dressed in a crisp long-sleeved shirt layered under a deep purple vest. He stopped directly in your path, a provocative, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He slid his hands into his pockets, his gaze unwavering. "What's your name?" he asked, his tone dripping with a dangerous sort of curiosity. A prickle of intuition warned you that silence might be more perilous than a polite answer. Swallowing the knot of unease in your throat, you forced a small, diplomatic smile and met his eyes. "(Y/N) (L/N)," you replied, keeping your voice steady. "I'm a teacher at the private school nearby."

The year was 2019. You were a tourist from the Philippines visiting Japan, finally standing on the soil you had dreamed of for years. You had saved every cent to afford this six-month vacation, and your main goal was clear: to buy a vintage motorcycle at an auction held by S.S. Motors. But before that, there was one specific place you felt you had to visit. By your second day, you found yourself at the Fuji Speedway in Oyama. You had come to watch the races, but you weren't alone. Beside you were your cousin Akira, a dedicated racing fan, and Rachelle, who captured every moment through her camera lens. This trip wasn't a sudden whim; it was the result of five long years of saving and planning together. Now, the dream was finally real. The race finally began. The bike with number 3 was in the lead, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause as number 3 and number 7 fought neck-and-neck for the top spot. The battle was intense, with neither rider willing to give an inch. After more than an hour of racing, the situation suddenly shifted. Number 1 surged forward, taking the lead on the track. Almost the entire arena let out a deafening roar. You had to cover your ears because a group of men sitting right next to you-clearly supporters of the new leader based on their gear-were screaming at the top of their lungs. In the end, there was no doubt: racer number 1 was the winner! The crowd went wild as he crossed the finish line first. The loud group of fans next to you jumped up and down, celebrating his victory. After five years of waiting and dreaming, you were finally here, watching a legendary race in Japan.

She is rich, talented and so on. Kilala sa buong lungsod ng Greenville ang apelyido nila coz her father was a Vice Mayor sa kabilang lungsod and her Mom was a great Doctor. Lahat ng luho nya ay nakukuha nya. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat ng ilipat sya sa Richwood Academy, ang Senior School kung saan naghahari ang apat na badass. Alamin ang buong kuwento kung bakit sya napadpad sa Richwood. At kung pa paano nya haharapin ang "C4" na syang kinatatakutan ng lahat nang estudyante na makabangga? Sino nga ba ang C4? At anong papel nila sa buhay ni Natasha? Lets find out as you enter the book of "DATING THE MAYOR'S SON" ©KIRSTIN This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form on by an electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

To (Y/N), wealth was a given, but fulfillment was a ghost. Her bank account held endless zeros, yet her most prized possession was a manga volume signed by Ken Wakui. Her room was a sanctuary of ink and paper, a shrine to the Tokyo Manji Gang-specifically to the boy with the heavy title of "The Invincible": Manjiro Sano. When the series ended, the world celebrated Takemichi's wedding, but (Y/N) felt only a hollow ache. The "Happy Ending" felt like a lie. Takemichi had his bride. The world was at peace and everyone is saved. But what about Mikey? "It's not the ending you deserved," she whispered. Driven by a desperate need to fix his fate, she opened a blank notebook. She wasn't just a reader anymore. She was going to be the author. She was going to rewrite the tragedies, strike through the deaths, and build a world where Manjiro Sano didn't have to be invincible. He just had to be happy. As exhaustion claimed her, she made a final wish to the universe: "Just once, let me see him. Even in a dream, let me be the one to save him." As she drifted off, the stars outside shimmered with an unnatural light, as if the universe were picking up the pen she had just set down. [AUTHOR'S NOTE :] Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ken Wakui (Tokyo Revengers). Additionally, I do not own any of the images used in this fanfiction; all credit goes to the original artists. Please be advised that this story is a slow-burn. If you're planning to read, expect long, immersive chapters, with each one ranging from 3,500 to over 4,800 words.