While reading one of her fan fictions of her favorite anime My Hero Academia Y/N finds a request on one of her social media apps from 'pikaboi18' and being the weird person she is she accepted it only to fall in love with someone in a different world.

When a case of mistaken identity leads to an innocent girl being kidnapped by a gangster, will one man bent on revenge push them together or destroy them? ***** Hayden King and Violet Smith couldn't be more different. While he was a feared gangster, she was a simple college student, a delicate flower whose petals had been crushed by a stranger a long time ago. But what they didn't realize is that they had more in common than they initially thought. Their lives were interlinked in a complicated way because of some sick twist of fate. So how will the big revelation affect their life? Will he able to save Violet from the demon of her dreams? Let's find out. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

William Van Luca known as the best business man ever works his way to the top the only way he can. By being the most ruthless, heartless, and six times more meaner than anyone else. Shutting away love after losing his family in a car accident to rivals. Until....

Acting. Such a simple yet colossal action. Why should (Y/N) let them know the truth? To let them know who she really is? When showing them a perfect version of herself is so much easier. (Y/N) is just your average shy girl. The sister of Haruhi Fujioka who travelled to Scotland for her degree in art. When she returned to her home land, she assumed that her life would be normal, safe. Without the presence of anyone but her older sister and father. Oh, how wrong she was. What she didn't know was that six boys would become her most beloved friends and open her up a little more each day.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.