You Should Have Run (Toji Fushiguro x OC)

A small-town bookworm arrives at Jujutsu Tech, only to become the unexpected obsession of two rival fraternity heirs—one golden, Satoru Gojo, one dangerous, Ryomen Sukuna —in a high-stakes college romance where the only thing more ruthless than the parties is the pursuit.

When notorious hitman Toji Fushiguro bleeds onto your floor and hands you a stack of yen to act like his partner, a quiet downtown flower shop becomes Tokyo’s most unlikely safehouse and fake dating becomes dangerously real.

The youngest, most ruthless don in the city runs his empire on fear and rigid control — until a soft, sunlit girl cracks something in him he thought he'd buried.

A luxury escort who accidentally witnesses a mafia execution is pulled into a war between Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna, becoming an asset to be won and protected by both of them. They find out love is more dangerous than any bullet.

Talias the type of girl that parties & loves to be wild.. then she meets her father’s friend/ associate. Toji Zenin

Your exhausted neighbor shows up at your door in the middle of the night with a crying toddler in his arms… and no idea what else to do except ask you for help.

Sold by your families, neither of you wanted this marriage. Toji makes that painfully clear from day one. But sometimes the strongest bonds begin as the heaviest chains.

In this modern Naruto AU, the mafia heir who never has to chase anyone finds a phone full of pictures of the invisible girl he's never noticed — and decides he wants her, badly.

You're the newest student at Jujutsu Tech, and the two most powerful fraternity kings on campus—Satoru Gojo and Sukuna Ryomen—are both willing to burn it all down just to have you.

Toji didn’t plan to flirt tonight. The bar was loud, crowded, and crawling with women who looked like they’d all been printed from the same Instagram filter—tight bodies, tighter dresses, perfect smiles with no real bite. He wasn’t in the mood for fake. Wasn’t in the mood to pretend he didn’t notice how much effort it took to look effortless. He liked curves, but not if they came with fear of breaking. He liked confidence, but not if it came with a script. What he wanted? Was real. And then he saw you. Sitting like you didn’t want to be seen. Laughing, but not fully. Your curves hugged the chair like they belonged there, like they didn’t need to shrink or adjust. Your hands clutched your bag like a shield. Your hair framed your face like a veil. You didn’t sparkle. You didn’t pose. And that made you the most magnetic thing in the whole damn room.