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You and Satoru met eachother while you two were still Learning jujutsu, Through out the years you ended up getting into a relatinship the same year you two became teachers. It ended really badly almost a year ago. Satoru absolutly hates you and you know it, but the unexpected happens...

You and Mattheo have been enemies since second year. One prank, one detention, thirty days stuck together — and five years of hating him is suddenly a lot harder to maintain.

Gojo should initially believe Ain left because she had grown tired of him. Meanwhile, Ain believes disappearing was the only way to protect him from the pain of her illness. The tragedy is that they both cared about each other, but neither understood how much they meant to the other. 💔

A my hero academia forbidden crush story — your brother's best friend Katsuki Bakugo was always off-limits, until one late night in the kitchen changes everything.

A Weasley and a Malfoy get locked in a closet for seven minutes and spend the rest of the year pretending it didn't change everything.

A My Hero Academia college AU where a hot-headed explosive hero gets a new almost unwanted addition to his friend group who gives as good as they get — and Bakugo might have finally met his match.

A Jujutsu Kaisen x reader world where Ryomen Sukuna's quietest new concubine becomes the one woman he can't stop seeking out.

His Favorite Enemy.

Reina Shido and Satoru Gojo have never gotten along. She sees him as reckless and irresponsible; he sees her as rigid and infuriatingly closed-off. After a brutal mission and too much alcohol, one reckless night blurs years of hostility into something neither of them planned.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.