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He fell from the sky on a Tuesday and you were the only one who saw it. Six white wings, a face that does not belong anywhere near this world, bleeding in the empty lot two streets from your apartment. You helped him up and walked him home because you could not just leave him there. Now he is in your apartment, his wings are starting to change color, and neither of you knows what comes next.

You begged for a chained prisoner’s life once, and your father handed him over as a knight. He won wars, took a lordship, and asked for you as his reward. Then he marched north and the letters stopped. Your father says he’s dead. Today you are standing at the altar in white, about to marry a foreign prince, when the doors blow open.

Zeke detonated a Thunder Spear with Levi standing right next to him. Hange dragged what was left of Levi out of the wreckage, hid him in the forest, and needed someone to stay while the Yeagerists hunted for them both. You were on the same mission. You hadn’t touched the wine. So you stayed. Levi has never let anyone take care of him, and he is not going to be a good patient.

Megumi never stays. Not after missions, not after nights that blur into something neither of them will name. But when you wake up first for once and find him still tangled in your sheets, with your cat parked smugly on his chest, you get to watch the boy who does everything on his own terms figure out what happens next.

Everyone knows what Toji Fushiguro does with the women he brings home. Gone by Sunday, no exceptions, no repeats. You've spent years in that house for a completely different reason, waiting on his son, Megumi. Then one bad night you show up needing someone to talk to, and it's the wrong Fushiguro who answers the door.

In this world everyone is born with a soulmark, a compass meant to lead them to the person they are fated for. You turned twenty-one, your mark not pointing anywhere, which is unusual enough that your parents, who found each other this way, arranged a courting season. Every sovereign who arrived is carrying a mark that has not led them anywhere either. Most of them are here for your crown. A few might actually be here for you. You have twelve weeks to figure out which is which.

You have sold hundreds of love potions with a perfect track record. They are aphrodisiacs. The reviews are real. The magic is not. Then a duke walks into your shop covered in blood, convinced you cursed him, and moves you into his mansion before you finish explaining that you have never cast anything on anyone in your life. He does not believe you. He is also, you are learning, incapable of sleeping unless you are in the room. This is not your problem. You keep telling yourself that.

You woke up looking at an unfamiliar ceiling, your body feels heavy. You look down and that's when it hits you. You stood up, barely keeping balance in this heavy body, and saw Katsuki's face staring back at you in the mirror. His phone buzzes before you can even begin to process it. It's him, calling through your phone. It's weird hearing your own voice like that. He warns you not to do anything stupid and says he's coming. Find a way back to your own body. Or not. Your choice.

You spent your childhood being forged into a weapon and your teenage years pretending you aren't one. You have mastered the art of being perfectly contained, even as your boyfriend slowly pulls away from you. The League of Villains wants your Quirk, and Shigaraki knows a loud approach will not work twice. The assignment goes to Dabi. He does not recruit you or threaten you. He just learns your routine, shows up when you are isolated, and bluntly hands you the ugly truths you have been starving for. You are a U.A. student. You know exactly what he is doing, and you let him do it anyway. The dark he is offering feels a lot like relief, and you are starting to want it.

He sent her the forms himself. Second slot at his agency, extended on his own initiative, because he had watched the Sports Festival footage and he couldn't explain why those wings kept coming back to him. Professional curiosity, he told himself, and left it at that. Then she shows up, shakes his hand like he's a colleague, and treats the number two ranking like it's useful information she already filed away and moved on from. He has spent his entire career being the most interesting thing in any room. She walks into his and is simply not impressed. He invited her in thinking he knew exactly what for. He was wrong, and figuring that out takes longer than he would like.

Katsuki Bakugo cannot be managed, handled, or reasoned with by anyone. His manager found one exception on archive footage from eight years ago: one woman, one word, and he sat down and stayed there. The problem is she is engaged to someone else. The bigger problem is he never got over her, and now she is in his life again.

You keep booking shoots with Suguru Geto because the chemistry is clean and the rate is good. Satoru Gojo, his cameraman, is the part you don't talk about: always too close with the lens, always saying things he knows you can hear, always watching you like he is filming something Suguru is not supposed to notice. One man controls the room. The other makes you forget you are supposed to be working.

You have been Katsuki Bakugo's best friend since middle school, and you know him better than most people ever will. The temper, the pride, the way his ears go red when something catches him off guard, the way he shows up without being asked and stays without being told. You have never said anything about what that means to you. Neither has he. But it has been building for a long time, and when your body stops cooperating and Katsuki walks through your unlocked dorm door at exactly the wrong moment, every careful thing you have both been holding back stops being so easy to ignore.

After surviving the fight against the Hero Killer Stain, four injured heroes recover in a hospital room where no one is supposed to want anything. But Shoto Todoroki has been keeping a secret for months, and the quiet of 2am is the only thing standing between him and the girl sleeping in the bed beside his.

She came to Easton for the same reason everyone else did, fell into best friendship with the most anxious boy in Room 302, and somewhere between listening to him talk about his brother in careful careful pieces and one afternoon in a room full of nine named rabbits, fell for a Divine Visionary who did not notice her at all until he did, and still will not say so.

Mash Burnedead has ripped doors off hinges, slapped away deadly spells, and bench-pressed four-ton barbells without breaking a sweat, but at Easton Magic Academy the magicless powerhouse meets the one challenge his muscles cannot solve when a kind double-liner girl slips into his Adler circle, shares chocolate sweets in the kitchen, and quietly forces him to face feelings he does not understand.

Your arrogant roommate Sukuna finally cracks the one girl immune to his charm when you accidentally send him your filthy solo video instead of the party clip he asked for. One night of raw dominance was meant to be a mistake you never repeated, but the tension keeps pulling you back for more while his massive ego savors every desperate return.

Childhood best friends Yuji Itadori and you have been “practicing” kisses, touches, and everything short of going all the way for years with zero malice… but at Tokyo Jujutsu High those innocent sessions are starting to feel dangerously real, and Yuji’s sweet golden-retriever charm is slowly cracking into something much hungrier.

In this spicy Jujutsu Kaisen modern AU, a quiet cybersecurity genius has been secretly obsessing over you for months, and fixing your deleted spicy vacation photos is the teasing whisper that finally makes him snap.

Kento Nanami survived Shibuya and escaped to the peaceful Malaysian beach he dreamed of his entire life. Then the high school sweetheart he broke up with to protect her from this world walks back into his life. The woman reality itself tried to erase. The love he never stopped carrying. Now every sunset feels like a second chance he is terrified to take.