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You've been together for a decade, and throughout those years, their love and admiration for you have never wavered. It only grows stronger each day of your marriage, especially since you became pregnant. They have desired to see you expecting for a long time, and now that it's happening, they are captivated by you, unable to keep their hands off you, and have become enamored with every part of you. They love seeing you round and full, cherishing every sign of what you've created together. They dream of a loud home filled with children.

Ever since you met him, something inside you began to unravel. You realized you had never truly wanted comfort. You wanted poetry—the kind born from ruin, contradiction and things that should never be spoken aloud. You were drawn to danger, to the ache of wanting to sin. You became fascinated by the darkness, by feelings that refused to be quiet or reasonable. And somehow, every forbidden thought seemed to lead back to him. You didn't know whether you wanted to escape the feeling or surrender to it. You only knew that you couldn't make it disappear.

For years, you hid your omega identity and suppressed your scent, but after moving to Tokyo and accidentally encountering its strongest alphas—Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushigiro, and Ryomen Sukuna—your carefully guarded secret begins to unravel, drawing all four into your life. Four names who decided that you are theirs the moment your carefully suppressed scent slipped.

He was an explosion waiting to happen. She was the calm he never asked for. Together, they were anything but peaceful. Two stubborn hearts. One explosive boy. One girl who refuses to back down. Between U.A. training exercises, villain attacks, friendships, and the chaos of Class 1-A, Shirayuki Hoshino discovers that healing others might be easier than understanding Katsuki Bakugo. And Bakugo? He'd rather fight a hundred villains than admit that the snow-white haired girl who argues with him every other day has become someone he can't stop thinking about. Some sparks are meant to start a fire.

Behind the title of Japan's beloved Winter Queen lies a woman haunted by the ruins of her own family. Rei Todoroki, the Pro Hero known as Winterrific, has spent years fighting to protect others, yet the people she loves most remain wounded by the past she cannot erase. As she and Endeavor struggle to become better parents and rebuild their fractured marriage, their children are forced to confront the painful legacy of the Todoroki name. Shoto seeks to become a hero on his own terms, Natsuo refuses to let go of his anger, and Fuyumi clings to the hope that their family might someday find peace. But when Toya Todoroki returns as Dabi, the truth threatens to destroy whatever remains of their fragile reconciliation. With the Paranormal Liberation Front preparing to plunge Japan into chaos, Rei must face a war that will test not only her strength as a hero but also her resolve as a mother and wife. In a world where heroes are expected to save everyone, Rei must learn that redemption cannot erase the past, love cannot demand forgiveness, and even the coldest winter cannot last forever.

After her parents’ deaths, she was left under the care of an uncle who saw her less as family and more as an opportunity. Her uncle had already arranged her marriage to an elderly lord, hoping the match would raise their family’s standing. She had no desire to become someone’s unwanted bride, but as a young noblewoman with little power, she saw no way out. Until one evening, she heard a rumor. The Duke of the North was searching for a bride. Cold, powerful, and notoriously difficult to please, Satoru Gojo had rejected every woman who had been presented to him. No one had yet met his standards. For the first time, she saw an opportunity. If she could reach the northern palace and become a candidate, perhaps she could escape the marriage her uncle had chosen for her. So, against every expectation, she decided to seek the one man no other woman had managed to win. The cold duke of the North.

Given to the King of Curses as an offering from the powerful Fujiwara clan, she enters his court expecting nothing but a life of quiet obedience. But she is not like the other women. She is a sorcerer, fiercely independent, and unafraid of the man everyone else fears. Sukuna initially sees her as nothing more than a political gift. Yet the longer she remains within his estate, the more his attention begins to linger—on her habits, her quiet smiles, and the moments she thinks no one is watching. What begins as an unwanted offering slowly becomes the one attachment the King of Curses never intended to have.

For ten years, the three of you had been inseparable. Satoru. Suguru. And you. Ten years of shared meals, movie nights, late-night conversations, and routines so deeply ingrained that none of you knew how to function without the others. Then came the fight. One massive argument later, you were officially exes. Simple, right? Wrong. Because Satoru and Suguru still lived together. And you? You lived directly across the hall. Which meant breaking up didn't stop Satoru from knocking on your door for snacks. It didn't stop Suguru from making enough dinner for three. And it definitely didn't stop the three of you from somehow ending up on the same couch every Friday night. You were exes. You were supposed to be moving on. Instead, you were still sharing food, stealing each other's things, and arguing over the TV remote like nothing had happened. Ten years together apparently came with a very stubborn side effect: None of you knew how to stop acting like you were still together. And honestly? You weren't sure any of you actually wanted to.

Selene Ravelle had always been good at pretending. Pretending she wasn't afraid. Pretending she didn't care. And most of all— pretending she hated Yami Sukehiro. They had known each other for years, ever since their days in the Grey Deer. Through countless missions, arguments, and competitions, Yami had always been there. Always irritating her. Always challenging her. Always appearing when she needed him most. She called it rivalry. She called it annoyance. Anything but what it truly was. Then came the Spade Kingdom. Yami disappeared. William disappeared. And for the first time, Selene couldn't pretend she didn't care. Because the thought of losing him hurt far more than it should have. Maybe hatred had never been the opposite of love. Maybe it had simply been the name she gave a feeling she was too afraid to understand. And perhaps, all those years she spent hating him— were the same years she had been falling in love.

Oh hell yeah, you just caught a monster crush on your older, jacked, brainy, smoking-hot boss — basically the human embodiment of every freaking fantasy rolled into one. You’re practically a puddle of drool and hormones. So, what are the odds you actually have a shot? Spoiler alert: buckle the hell up because this wild-ass ride is about to blow the roof off. Now go snag that MUSCLY GOD before someone else does.

After years of being blamed by your husband for not conceiving, you left your estate one night after discovering him with another woman again. Every night it's like that. After a year, he stop touching you. At the river, you crossed paths with Emperor Geto Suguru, an unmarried ruler with no queen or consort. Three months later, your growing belly revealed a secret: you were carrying the Emperor’s child. Now, you must find a way to reach the Emperor and tell him that he has an heir—with you.

Being Karasuno's volleyball manager was supposed to be simple. Organize practices. Manage schedules. Survive Hinata and Kageyama's arguments. Instead, you somehow ended up in a relationship with five volleyball captains. Daichi Sawamura, Tooru Oikawa, Tetsuro Kuroo, Shinsuke Kita, and Kotaro Bokuto. The most complicated part? They all knew about each other. Your relationship wasn't a secret from them—it was a decision all six of you had made together. The secret was everyone else. Because explaining why Karasuno's manager seemed suspiciously close to five rival captains would be difficult enough. Keeping five fiercely competitive captains from attracting attention? That was nearly impossible. And with every tournament bringing you closer together, one question became increasingly difficult to ignore: How long could the six of you keep your relationship a secret?

The first time Oikawa Tooru saw you play, you scored directly against him. The second time, he realized you were a left-handed spiker. And the third time, somewhere between Brazil's scorching heat and a ball he had no business setting for you, he made a decision. “Again.” You stared at him from across the court. “Are you always this annoying?” Oikawa smiled. “Only when I find someone worth setting for.” You should have walked away. Instead, you took your position. You thought he was only setting the ball—but with one perfect set, Oikawa Tooru changed the course of your entire life.

Everyone thought they were the perfect couple. They smiled at the right moments, stood close at parties, and could hold an ordinary conversation without revealing the absolute chaos that existed behind closed doors. But those who knew them well understood the truth. Their relationship was a battlefield of playful dares, shameless teasing, ridiculous arguments, and an alarming ability to turn even the most ordinary moment into trouble. They loved each other fiercely—but they also loved getting under each other's skin. Some couples found comfort in peace. They found theirs in chaos. And somehow, between the laughter, the mischief, and the moments when neither of them knew when to stop teasing the other, they had created a love that was entirely their own. Strange. Intense. Unpredictable. But undeniably theirs. They match each other's freak.

After ending a relationship that had once consumed years of your life, you were left with a heart too broken to recognize itself. Rather than searching for another person to fill the emptiness, you chose something else: the world. With a suitcase in hand and a heart still learning how to let go, you began traveling from one place to another, chasing unfamiliar cities, breathtaking landscapes, and the freedom of starting over. Each departure became a small step away from the life you had lost—and perhaps, toward the person you were meant to become. Then, somewhere between airports, boarding gates, and countless destinations, you met two pilots who would repeatedly find themselves at the helm of your flights. Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were charming in entirely different ways, yet both seemed to leave an unexpected mark on your journey. You had boarded those planes believing you were simply traveling to escape the past. You never expected that somewhere between departures, you might find a reason to stay.

They called him a monster. A curse user. A heretic. A man whose name was spoken with fear beyond the walls of his temple. But Kohime had never seen him that way. To her, Suguru Geto was salvation. She had watched countless people kneel before him, drawn to the certainty in his voice and the conviction behind his beliefs. Yet Kohime asked for nothing in return—not recognition, not praise, nor a place of importance among his followers. To stand faithfully at his side was enough. She remained among the crowd while others fought for his attention, her devotion expressed through silence rather than grand declarations. She listened when he spoke, carried out her duties without question, and defended his name even when the world condemned him. Perhaps that was what made her and her devotion so dangerous.

A year and a half ago, you disappeared from Hiromi Higuruma's life without a word. He never knew you were pregnant. He never knew he had a son. Now, desperate for a fresh start, you walk into a law firm for a job interview—only to discover that the man you've spent eighteen months avoiding is the man who owns it. The moment his eyes meet yours, you know you're in trouble. Then he notices the little boy in the photograph beside your résumé. His son. And suddenly, this isn't just a job interview. It's a conflict of interest.

The trouble with having two enemies was eventually becoming the only person who could keep up with them. They were an undisputed duo—two halves of the same disaster, perfectly synchronized and endlessly annoying. They called you impossible. You called them predictable. For years, you insisted you hated them. It was convincing—until the little things gave you away. One saved you a seat. The other noticed when you were quiet. Somehow, they always knew when something was wrong. Somewhere between the arguments, competitions, and ridiculous bets, you stopped trying to beat them. You started caring. And, annoyingly, they cared too. Now, when people ask how you keep up with the infamous duo, you simply smile. “Someone has to supervise them.”

He was the King of Curses, a sovereign who had never suffered the chains of custom to bind his will. Why, then, should he bow to tradition now? His court might murmur of propriety and ancient law, yet their objections were but whispers beneath his throne. His attention had fallen upon Ayaka Nishimura, an Oiran of illustrious reputation, whose name was spoken throughout Edo with equal parts admiration and intrigue. Let the court object. Let tradition raise its voice. He was their king, and once his mind was set upon something, no decree of custom could make him yield.

Perhaps the universe had decided that today was the perfect day to turn your life into a comedy. And, naturally, it chose to begin with the worst possible mistake: sending a message meant for someone else to your boss, Satoru Gojo. One wrong tap. One painfully unfortunate message. And just like that, an ordinary day was about to become the beginning of something you never saw coming.