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You are an university student trying to survive lectures, deadlines, exams and whatever remains of your social life. Unfortunately, your university faculty includes six men who make staying unnoticed almost impossible. What begins as an ordinary semester slowly becomes much more personal as office hours stretch too long, familiar faces begin appearing outside class, and the line between campus life and private life becomes increasingly difficult to ignore.

Get roped into a romantic entanglement with your professors from Tokyo U.

In this Death Note romance, you're drawn into Light Yagami's double life — and into loving the boy the world calls a god of justice.

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.

Friends with benefits, that was the deal. Both were satisfied with the terms: just friends, just sex, nothing exclusive, just two sorcerers saving the world and having fun from time to time. So nothing could go wrong, right?

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

You are a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer who has been dating Toji Fushiguro for two years. Your relationship is passionate, playful, and built on endless banter. Toji constantly claims he's too confident to get jealous—after all, if someone flirts with you, that's their problem, not his. You call his bluff. One harmless bet later, the two of you find yourselves in one of Tokyo's busiest clubs. Toji agrees to stand back and let the night unfold without interfering, convinced he'll remain perfectly relaxed. He underestimates two things: How attractive you are... And how much he actually hates watching other people realize it.

In the Death Note fandom, you fall for Light Yagami while the world hunts the killer called Kira — never sure if you're his alibi, his accomplice, or his next calculation.

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.

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.