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Five years ago, graduation night ended with you and Katsuki crossing a line neither of you had ever dared acknowledge. During your years of U.A you were the quiet girl, you were good friends with Mina and Ochaco and you never really interacted with Bakugo unless you were parked up for something. You liked him from afar and didn’t have the courage to speak with him so you admired him from afar. Years of lingering looks and feelings neither of you could put into words finally collapsed after far too much alcohol. But one day, you woke first the next morning with a pounding headache and Katsuki asleep beside you. Instead of waking him, you slipped out to buy water, paracetamol and something for the two of you to eat. When you returned he was gone. Soon afterward, you returned to America to pursue your career as a Pro Hero. Then you discovered that graduation night had left you with something neither of you could have anticipated: a son. Five years pass. Mina Ashido discovers you’re home and immediately organizes a Class 1-A reunion. You almost refuse, particularly when Katsuki crosses your mind, but Mina assures you he won’t be there. He’s supposedly buried in hero work. So you go. And Mina was wrong. Katsuki is already there when you walk in. For the first time in five years, your eyes meet.

For years, the public has known you only by your hero name. You’re one of Japan’s most controversial Pro Heroes—a beautiful but anonymous figure with a powerful feline Quirk, infamous for treating villains with frightening brutality and seemingly enjoying the violence far too much. Your identity is completely classified: no real name, no uncovered photographs, and your distinctive hero mask has never been removed publicly. Rumours constantly surround you, especially claims that you’re secretly dating Keigo Takami, though neither of you has ever confirmed them. Away from cameras, however, you’re simply Yura, and after one particularly disastrous night of drinking and getting high, you wake the following morning with a pounding headache, almost no memory of the previous evening—and absolutely nothing on. Worse, there’s a man asleep beside you. Messy black hair. Piercings. Scarred skin held together by staples. And judging from the state of the room, you very quickly realise what happened. Your first-ever one-night stand. Your first time, apparently. You panic, grab your clothes and disappear before the stranger properly wakes, deciding this is something you’ll take to the grave. There’s only one problem. The mysterious man wasn’t some random civilian. It was Dabi. And Dabi has no idea the woman who vanished from his bed that morning is the masked Pro Hero he’s destined to encounter again from the opposite side of a battlefield.

You were raised as the beloved only daughter of the Katsuragi family, unaware that the people you called Mama and Papa were not your biological parents. When a devastating accident takes everything from you, a powerful South Korean chairman arrives to claim you as his daughter. But to you, he is nothing more than a stranger.

A detective and a Con Artist. Who will catch the other. Or will they fall together.

In a world where mysterious Gates connect humanity to dungeons inhabited by monsters, Hunters are entrusted with eliminating the creatures within. You were one of those creatures. Not a Monarch, a goddess, or some ancient being capable of destroying the world. You were simply an S-Rank dungeon boss, a rare humanoid monster who had spent your entire existence within the confines of a Double Dungeon.

You were in love with your stalker. He’d leave you flowers by your door and follow you politely, protecting you from drunk and dangerous men. But the moment you turned 18 he started getting more physical with you at night. Can you find out who your stalker is?

Five years ago, you loved him enough to let him go. Five years later, he loved you too much to lose you again. Genre: Second-Chance Romance | Angst | Billionaire Romance | Childhood Sweethearts | Unrequited Longing | Emotional Healing

A monster enslaved by humanity. Will the little spider be free from her years as a slave or will she be finally be able to choose something out of her own free will.

Born from an affair between Miyumi Shizuka and the feared yakuza boss Ryuota Watanabe, you spent the first eight years of your life as an unwanted reminder of your mother's infidelity. Following her death, your biological father took you into his care, offering you the affection and freedom you had always craved. Years later, concerned by your increasingly ruthless personality, Ryuota enrols you in an ordinary high school with one simple request: make friends. Determined to please your beloved father, you adopt the persona of a sweet, innocent schoolgirl. Unfortunately, neither of you anticipated that your new classroom would be filled entirely with Japan's most notorious male delinquents.

You transfer into U.A. halfway through the school year under unusually strict circumstances. Nobody is told where you studied before, why you were admitted so suddenly, or why Aizawa immediately shuts down questions about your history. Your records are partially sealed, you avoid talking about your family, and several pro heroes seem to recognize you even though none will explain why. Bakugo dislikes you almost immediately. You’re quiet where he’s loud. You barely react to his temper, refuse to be intimidated by him, and—worst of all—you can actually keep up with him. During your first combat exercise, he expects the mysterious transfer student to hesitate. From that moment, you’re rivals. Bakugo becomes convinced you’re hiding something dangerous. You think he’s an arrogant, explosive idiot who needs to stop treating everyone like they’re beneath him. Training sessions become competitions. Arguments become almost routine. Neither of you will admit how closely you’ve begun watching the other—or how quickly anger starts becoming something much harder to define.

A hundred years had passed since the physician stole your Blue Spider Lily and fled your kingdom. In his absence, your people tore themselves apart for the remaining flowers, consuming one another until there were scarcely enough left for you to feed upon. Your flowers stopped blooming, your strength disappeared, and eventually, you were ripped from your own throne. You finally found the physician during the Heian era—but you were too late. Blood covered the estate. His body lay amongst the remains of servants and nobles, all slaughtered by a single man standing at the centre of the carnage. Muzan Kibutsuji. You immediately recognised what he was. The physician had used your stolen flower to transform a dying human into an imperfect imitation of your kind. Before you could move, Muzan was upon you. Starvation had weakened you too severely to resist him, and his fangs sank into your neck. The moment he tasted your blood, his entire body surged with power. Muzan pulled away, stunned. His strength had multiplied, his senses sharpened, and for one fleeting moment, he felt complete. Then it began to fade. His crimson eyes slowly returned to you. The hunger came back stronger. And this time, it wanted only you.

You and Erza were twin sisters raised together in Rosemary Village, unaware that your true mother was the legendary enchantress Irene Belserion. Erza was recognised by her striking scarlet hair, while you possessed unusual crimson-red eyes. Your childhood ended when Rosemary Village was raided and you were both captured, taken to the Tower of Heaven and forced into slavery. There you met Jellal Fernandes. Despite the cruelty surrounding you, Jellal became someone you trusted deeply, and your childhood affection for him gradually became your first love. Neither you nor Erza had a surname, so Jellal named Erza Scarlet after her red hair. Looking at your crimson eyes, he gave you the same name. From then on, you were Yura Scarlet. Everything changed when Jellal was tortured and manipulated into believing he was carrying out Zeref’s will. During the slave uprising, Erza discovered that Jellal had turned against you. The escape quickly descended into chaos, forcing you and Erza to flee separately from the others. While escaping the island, you and Erza were caught in a violent storm at sea. The small piece of wreckage keeping you afloat shattered beneath the waves, throwing you both into the water. Erza grabbed your hand, desperately refusing to let you go, but another wave struck before she could pull you closer. Your hands were torn apart, and the current carried you in opposite directions. Erza was eventually swept toward Fiore, while you were dragged much farther out to sea and carried toward the western continent of Alakitasia. Neither of you knew the other had survived. Erza eventually found her way to Fairy Tail, keeping the surname Scarlet as she built a new life in Fiore. You washed ashore within the territory of the Alvarez Empire, barely alive and with no idea where you were. It was there that Irene Belserion found you and immediately recognised you as the daughter she had lost. Irene brought you into Alvarez and eventually revealed that she was your mother. Believing Erza had drowned, you slowly let go of the life you had known. Scarlet became a painful reminder of your sister and Jellal, and you eventually accepted your birthright as Yura Belserion. Under Irene’s personal training, your inherited magical potential flourished. Years later, your strength earned you a position among the Spriggan 12, establishing you as one of Alvarez’s most formidable mages. Then came the invasion of Fiore. You crossed the sea believing there was nothing waiting for you there. Until you saw scarlet hair across the battlefield. Erza was alive. And standing among Fairy Tail’s allies was another person you had believed belonged only to your past. Jellal Fernandes. Erza saw the twin sister she had spent years believing the ocean had taken from her. Jellal saw the girl whose crimson eyes had inspired the name Scarlet. But you were no longer Yura Scarlet. You were Yura Belserion of the Spriggan 12.

Long before Dracula became the name whispered in prayers, before vampire courts divided the world among themselves, there was you. You were the first of your kind—the Primordial Vampire, the ancient Queen from whose blood countless vampiric bloodlines were said to have descended. Neither human nor transformed vampire, you were something older, something nature itself had seemingly created and then regretted. Kingdoms disappeared beneath your reign. Vampires knelt before you. Even those who had never seen your face knew the stories of the beautiful woman with crimson eyes whose blood could create monsters and whose anger could reduce entire civilizations to silence. And then, thousands of years ago, you died. Or so history believed. Your body could not decay. Your heart could not truly stop. Those who remained loyal to you constructed a tomb and placed you within a cushioned coffin dressed entirely in white, waiting for the impossible day their Queen might awaken again. Eventually, your resting place disappeared from history, swallowed by time—until Dracula’s wandering castle unknowingly became intertwined with the ancient structure containing your tomb. Dracula knew what slept there. That was why, when Adrian was a child, there was only one place within the enormous castle he was absolutely forbidden to enter. The tower. Neither Dracula nor Lisa would explain what was inside. His father merely warned him that some things were better left sleeping, while Lisa, unusually serious, made Adrian promise that he would never open its doors. Years passed. Lisa died. Dracula followed. Trevor and Sypha eventually departed, leaving Alucard alone within the enormous castle filled with memories of people who were no longer there. And eventually, loneliness made old rules feel meaningless. One night, Alucard found himself standing before the tower. The ancient doors groaned as he forced them apart. Beyond them was not a laboratory or armoury as he had once imagined. It was a tomb. Candles that should have extinguished centuries ago flickered to life as he entered. White roses, completely untouched by decay, surrounded a magnificent stone coffin at the centre of the chamber. Ancient inscriptions covered the walls in languages even Alucard struggled to recognise. Then he noticed the portrait. A woman stared down at him from an enormous painting hanging above the coffin. Long hair spilled around her like darkness. Her skin was almost unnaturally pale, contrasting with deep slitted eyes. She wore white, a delicate crown resting upon her head. Beneath the portrait was a single inscription. ‘ALL HAIL THE PRIMORDIAL ONE’ Alucard approached the coffin. Its lid was already partially open. Against every instinct his father had taught him, he pushed it aside. And froze. You were inside. Thousands of years had not touched you. You lay peacefully against white silk cushions, dressed in an immaculate flowing gown, your hands resting elegantly over your stomach. There was no decomposition. No skeletal remains. Not even dust upon your skin. You simply looked asleep. Alucard had lived among vampires. He had encountered nobility, warriors and creatures who deliberately cultivated beauty as another weapon. Yet you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.

You were never born—you were created. Genetically engineered in a laboratory to possess an exceptionally powerful Quirk and carefully selected traits, you spent your first five years surrounded by scientists with almost no human contact. Then Enji Todoroki purchased custody of you. Obsessed with creating the perfect Todoroki heir, he intended for you to eventually become ten-year-old Touya’s bride, believing your genetics could produce the child he had always wanted. You adored Touya almost immediately, following him everywhere and desperately seeking his affection. Touya, however, hated everything you represented. To him, you were another product of his father’s obsession—a “lab rat,” “freak,” and “monster” forced into his life. He insulted you, pushed you away and sometimes physically lashed out, but having never experienced ordinary human affection, you misunderstood his cruelty as love. You smiled when he insulted you, returned after he pushed you away and loved him completely. Three years later, Touya suddenly disappeared and was presumed dead. Soon afterward, you vanished too. Ten years pass before you meet again—not as the children Enji tried to bind together, but as two notorious villains standing on opposite sides of a conflict. Touya now calls himself Dabi, and the little “lab rat” who once followed him everywhere has become one of the few villains powerful enough to rival him. The cruelest part is that Dabi recognises you immediately…while you…you were still in love with him in a crazy deranged way.

For seventeen years, you lived an ordinary life, unaware that your father was Ryuota Watanabe, one of Japan’s most feared yakuza bosses. When he was shot and left comatose, you were taken by the Watanabe family and revealed as his only heir. After a year of resisting their brutal training, you finally embraced your inheritance, becoming a composed and ruthless successor who rivalled Ryuota himself. You still visited him every day, complaining about your new life and gossiping about his men, until you discovered photographs hidden beside his bed proving he’d secretly watched over you and your mother your entire life. On your eighteenth birthday, you received the traditional Watanabe irezumi and officially became oyabun. That evening, you met Dabi—one of Ryuota’s most dangerous men and your newly appointed personal bodyguard. Unbeknownst to you he was the eldest son of the Todoroki family, an enemy rival to the Watanabes.

You were born into the powerful Watanabe yakuza family, raised knowing your future had already been decided—your education, friendships, protection, and eventually, your marriage. Then you met Touya Todoroki in high school. Touya was everything your family despised: reckless, rebellious, penniless, and completely unconnected to the underworld. But he treated you as simply you, and you fell hopelessly in love. Your relationship remained secret until your father, Ryuota, discovered it. He humiliated Touya and made it clear that a boy with no money, power, or name would never be worthy of you. Soon afterward, Touya disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing. You eventually accepted that he’d abandoned you. Years later, however, he returned. Not as Touya Todoroki. But as Dabi—a feared mafia boss with enough power to finally stand beside you.

Buried beneath society lies a secret the heroes never wanted the world to discover. Known only as Subject Y-00, you have spent years restrained, experimented on, and hidden away because you had a quirk so dangerous it could destroy the world if you wanted to. Then a certain villain finds her. He came looking for the heroes’ darkest secret. He never expected to find a girl staring back at him from inside a cage. And you never expected a villain to be the one who opened it.

Halfway through the semester, U.A. High welcomes an unusual transfer student. No surname, no family. Quiet, mysterious, and determined to keep her past buried, Yura wants nothing more than to understand the normal life she was never allowed to have. Unfortunately, normal becomes impossible when she catches the attention of Katsuki Bakugo. He’s loud. She’s silent. He’s explosive. She’s deadly. And for some reason, he isn’t afraid of her.

A femme-fatal serial killer, you, an original monster. An Original Diclonius. The last of her species. And when that monster meets another monster, what will happen?

You are from a line of yanderes and you move towns and school. You transfer into a new school to the same class of the boy you've been obsessing over since kindergarten.