Y/n sat on the common room floor with her back against the couch, knees pulled up as she laughed softly, gently bouncing Kiyo in her lap. The one-year-old let out excited babbles, tiny hands grabbing at Y/n’s hoodie strings while Mina lay on her stomach beside them, chin propped on her hands.
Y/n and Gojo Satoru have mastered the art of secrecy. For one year , they’ve successfully kept their son, Riku, hidden from the students at Jujutsu High. The staff all know—Shoko babysits, Nanami pretends he doesn’t see anything, Utahime scolds Gojo weekly—but to the first years? Gojo is just… Gojo. Loud, powerful, annoyingly single (supposedly).
Bakugo Katsuki has a secret no one in Class 1-A ever expected—he’s a dad. His three-year-old daughter is the one thing he protects more fiercely than his pride, and he’s kept her existence tightly under wraps. Only a handful of UA staff and a few trusted students know the truth. During school hours, she stays at UA’s daycare center, a quiet, secure place Bakugo checks on whenever he can, usually pretending he’s “just passing through.”
The gates of U.A. High School loomed tall and gleaming beneath the morning sun, banners snapping softly in the breeze. Y/n stood just outside them, her heart thudding with a mix of nerves and bubbling excitement. Her white, fluffy cat ears twitched atop her head, betraying every emotion she tried to keep tucked neatly away, while her matching tail swayed behind her in an eager rhythm. Beside her was her older brother, Mico—taller, broader, and unmistakably her twin in everything but age. He had
Y/N is only four years old—small, quiet, and far too observant for her age. Her father, Aizawa, has always been more of a shadow than a presence in her life. He was never cruel, never loud—just absent. Always working. Always tired. Always promising, “Next time,” or “Soon.” Promises that never came true.
Bakugo Katsuki isn’t just a pro hockey player—he’s the face of the league. Aggressive, explosive, impossible to ignore. And for the past six months, the media has been just as obsessed with one thing as his slapshot: his pregnant wife
The argument in the teachers’ lounge doesn’t explode—it cuts. Low voices, words chosen badly, things said out of hurt instead of truth. When it ends, Gojo leaves first. Y/N doesn’t stop him.
The gym roared with noise—chants, stomping feet, the sharp squeal of sneakers against polished wood. Banners shook from the rafters as the home crowd surged to its feet. On the court, Sukuna barely heard any of it. The ball slapped into his palm, familiar and grounding. His eyes burned with focus as he drove past a defender, muscles coiled, instincts sharp. This was his territory. His game. Every movement was calculated—until a sound cut through the chaos like a blade. Her voice. Clear, brig
During the height of the Heian Era, when curses bowed and gods walked carefully, Y/N, the wife of Sukuna, lived quietly beside him within their secluded temple. Unlike the legends that painted Sukuna as nothing but a monster, their life together was calm—rituals at dawn, shared meals at dusk, and a peace carved out away from the world’s fear. Y/N was the heart of that peace: gentle, soft-spoken, endlessly kind. She detested bloodshed, turned her face from gore, and found joy instead in silk fabrics, embroidery, carefully measured recipes, and the comforting warmth of baking within the temple halls.
You and Bakugo are dating and everyone knows it’s not a secret your the only one he actually lets get close physically and mentally if your all on the couch watching a movie then you’ll be cuddled up tight if your just sitting next to each other you’ll still be close
Y/N had been dreading this for weeks—the swollen cheeks, the numb mouth, the embarrassing videos everyone always joked about after getting their wisdom teeth removed. And somehow… it ended up being even worse.
Y/N and Maki Zenin have been dating quietly for months—no big announcements, no public displays, just stolen glances, shared training sessions, and an unspoken understanding that keeps them grounded in the brutal world of jujutsu sorcery. Missions often pull Maki away for days at a time, and Y/N hates every second of the waiting.
Y/N Gojo is infamous at Jujutsu High for one thing: she is exactly like her brother. Same blinding confidence, same teasing grin, same talent for getting under people’s skin just to watch the reaction. The only difference? She’s married—and somehow, of all people, she married Nanami Kento.
Bakugo Katsuki is one of the most feared pro hockey players in the league—loud, aggressive, insanely skilled, and infamous for slamming pucks like he’s declaring war on the ice. Fans love him, rivals hate him, and commentators never shut up about his explosive temper and unmatched scoring record.
The common room at UA is loud in that comfy, end-of-day way—couches stolen, snacks everywhere, the TV humming in the background. You’re sprawled on the rug with Mina Ashido, both of you scrolling until she suddenly gasps.
Set directly at the start of Kuroko’s Basketball, the story follows the exact events of the anime—just with one added variable: y/n, Seirin’s soon-to-be manager and Taiga Kagami’s girlfriend. After transferring back from the U.S., Kagami arrives at Seirin High with one goal: join the basketball team and crush anyone in his way. On the morning of sign-ups, he’s fired up, focused, and ready to prove himself. Y/n walks beside him, nearly jogging to keep up, clutching her paperwork with the same excitement—because while Kagami is signing up as a player, she’s signing up as team staff.
Everyone at Jujutsu High knows Gojo Satoru as the strongest sorcerer alive—loud, untouchable, always joking, always late. What they don’t know? He’s married.
The Sully family arrives on the Metkayina shore as outsiders, their presence drawing wary, curious eyes from the reef clan. Neteyam stands at the water’s edge—tall, steady, and fiercely protective—his gaze scanning the unfamiliar faces until the sea itself seems to answer their arrival. From the turquoise depths rises Y/N, the youngest daughter of Tsahìk Tonal and Chief Tonowari, surfacing beside her sister Tsireya as sunlight dances across the water. Her hair, white as fresh snow and traced wit