It had been over a year since Hawks and I had become a couple. Life with Keigo Takami was never simple—being with a Pro Hero meant living with late nights, sudden missions, and the constant fear of danger—but somehow, we had found a way to make it beautiful. Despite the chaos of his work, he always found time to make me laugh, to tease me with his careless charm, and to remind me that beneath the title of “Number Two Hero,” he was still Keigo. Our days together were imperfect, but they were ours, and even through the hardships, we had built something strong, something real.
I was in a club. There were a lot of people, music to the fullest, the atmosphere was great! And there were bars. I was dancing to the song " señorita" by "Camila cabello" and "Shawn Mendes". A very Latina song. I didn't know seriously of course. He was also in the club and he was watching me dance.
The cold London air felt heavier than anything Lily had ever known in Japan. The moment she stepped out of the station with her suitcase clutched tightly in her hand, the city already seemed far too large for her. The streets were crowded, the buildings endless, and everyone around her looked so confident and intimidating that she almost regretted coming at all. Yet the words her mother had told her before she left continued repeating in her head like a warning she could never escape: six months. Lily had exactly six months to become the top student of Saint Thomas Art Academy. If she failed, she would be forced to return to Japan, inherit the family company, and accept the arranged marriage waiting for her there. No second chance. That pressure followed her everywhere, buried beneath every breath, every sketch, every sleepless night. Completely lost in the unfamiliar streets, Lily wandered around London trying desperately to find the academy. Her map made no sense anymore, and every turn only confused her further. Eventually, she reached the harbor, where the salty wind brushed against her face and the sound of waves mixed with distant voices and ships. That was when she noticed someone sitting quietly on a small stone wall facing the sea. A tall boy wearing a dark pullover sat there alone, sketchbook resting on his knees as he calmly drew a seagull pecking at a piece of stale black bread. Curious despite herself, Lily stepped closer to look at the drawing. The detail was unbelievable. Every line felt alive. For a moment, she completely forgot her anxiety. Then her stomach growled painfully, reminding her that she had barely eaten since arriving in England. Without even looking at her properly, the boy held out the old piece of bread toward her. “You want some?” Lily stared at the moldy bread in disbelief. “That’s disgusting.” “You looked hungry.” His voice remained perfectly calm, almost emotionless, which only irritated her more. To her, it sounded rude and arrogant. “You’re seriously so impolite.” Turning away angrily, she started walking off, but before she disappeared into the crowd, his quiet voice stopped her. “Saint Thomas Academy is north from here. Two streets left, then straight ahead.” After finally arriving at Saint Thomas Art Academy, Lily was welcomed by the headmaster and one of the professors, who explained the academy’s rules, ranking system, and expectations. Before she could overthink too much, a cheerful girl suddenly burst into the room. “You must be Lily! I’m Dorothy!” Dorothy instantly attached herself to Lily, talking nonstop while showing her around the academy grounds. Unlike the cold atmosphere of the school, Dorothy felt warm and comforting, and within hours the two girls had already become inseparable friends. Lily soon moved into the small boarding house managed by a woman named Sam, where both she and Dorothy stayed during their studies. Not long after settling in, Lily overheard students talking excitedly about the academy’s top-ranked student: Kit Church. A genius painter. Untouchable. Number one in the entire school. When she finally saw him enter one of the studios, her eyes widened in horror. It was him. The rude harbor boy with the moldy bread. From that moment on, Lily decided she absolutely hated him. Worse, she wanted to beat him. If Kit Church stood at the top of Saint Thomas Academy, then he was the obstacle standing between her and freedom. Yet as the weeks passed, things slowly became more complicated. Although Kit remained distant, quiet, and impossible to fully understand, Lily began noticing small moments nobody else seemed to see: the way he quietly helped struggling students without wanting credit, the softness hidden behind his cold expression, the loneliness in his eyes whenever he thought nobody was looking. He was still her rival, still frustrating beyond belief, but little by little, the image she had created of him started breaking apart. More than a month passed since Lily arrived in London. Then one evening, small pebbles suddenly tapped against her bedroom window. Confused, Lily opened it carefully, only to find Kit standing below under the pale moonlight, one hand resting on a bicycle. “Come with me,” he said quietly. “To where?” “The moon lilies. They’re blooming tonight.” Without fully understanding why, she hurried to grab her sketchbook and supplies before sneaking outside to join him. The ride through the quiet London streets felt strangely peaceful, the cold night air brushing against them as they rode farther away from the city lights. Eventually, they reached a hidden field glowing softly beneath the moonlight. Countless pale lilies shimmered silver under the night sky, moving gently with the wind like something out of a dream. For once, neither of them spoke much. They simply sat beside each other among the flowers, sketchbooks open on their knees, quietly drawing beneath the moonlight while the world around them faded into silence.
Amane Kanzaki had recently begun working at one of the city’s most exclusive adults-only nightlife clubs, a luxurious venue famous for its elegant yet provocative atmosphere. The establishment attracted wealthy clients looking to unwind after long days, offering premium drinks, live entertainment, private VIP lounges, and graceful pole dance performances beneath an ocean of crimson and violet lights. Soft jazz occasionally blended with deep electronic music, creating a slow, hypnotic rhythm that pulsed through the room as conversations, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses mixed into the background. Velvet furniture, polished marble floors, golden accents, and dim lighting gave every corner an intimate, sophisticated ambiance without ever feeling rushed. Waitresses dressed in the club’s signature bunny outfits moved elegantly between the tables in black heels, sheer tights, satin bodysuits, white cuffs, bow ties, rabbit ears, and fluffy tails, maintaining warm, professional smiles as they served guests. (In this universe, there are no curses, cursed energy, or supernatural abilities—everyone is simply an ordinary person while keeping the same appearance and personalities as in Jujutsu Kaisen.) That evening, a group of men decided to spend their night there after wanting a break from their everyday routines. Satoru Gojo arrived first with his trademark confidence, already joking before anyone had even sat down. Suguru Geto followed beside him with an amused smile, occasionally shaking his head at Gojo’s antics. Toji Fushiguro walked in with his usual relaxed posture, looking completely at ease, while Kento Nanami seemed only mildly convinced that spending an evening in a place like this was worth his time. Choso Kamo quietly observed the luxurious surroundings with calm curiosity, saying very little, whereas Ryomen Sukuna wore an arrogant grin, clearly entertained by the extravagant atmosphere. The six men settled into one of the club’s spacious booths overlooking the main stage, where performers moved gracefully beneath the warm glow of the spotlights as waitresses continued weaving effortlessly through the room carrying silver trays filled with colorful cocktails and expensive bottles. While browsing the drink menu and casually discussing what to order, they were approached by a waitress none of them had seen before. Amane Kanzaki stepped toward their table with poised confidence, wearing the club’s signature bunny uniform with polished black heels, sheer tights, satin bodysuit, white cuffs, rabbit ears, and a small white tail. Although every waitress was carefully presented to match the venue’s elegant image, Amane naturally stood out at first glance. Her figure was especially striking, with noticeably more pronounced curves than most of her coworkers, giving her an unmistakable presence without diminishing her composed and professional demeanor. Stopping beside their booth, she greeted them with a gentle, courteous smile before asking, “Good evening, gentlemen. Have you decided what you’d like to order?”
Amane Kanzaki had recently begun working at one of the city’s most exclusive adults-only nightlife clubs, a luxurious venue renowned for its refined yet provocative atmosphere. The establishment catered to an adult clientele seeking an escape from the pressures of everyday life, offering premium cocktails, live performances, private VIP lounges, and elegant pole dance shows beneath a sea of crimson and violet lights. Slow jazz blended seamlessly with deep electronic beats, creating a smooth, hypnotic rhythm that echoed throughout the room as quiet conversations, laughter, and the soft clink of crystal glasses filled the air. Velvet booths, polished marble floors, golden accents, and dim lighting gave every corner a warm, intimate ambiance, while waitresses dressed in the club’s signature bunny outfits moved gracefully between tables in black heels, sheer tights, satin bodysuits, white cuffs, bow ties, rabbit ears, and fluffy tails, serving guests with polished professionalism. (In this universe, there are no Quirks—everyone is simply ordinary people while keeping the same appearance and personalities as in My Hero Academia. All characters are adults.) That evening, four friends decided to spend a relaxing night at the club after a long week. Hanta Sero arrived first with his easygoing attitude, already making casual jokes as he looked around the luxurious venue. Katsuki Bakugo followed with his usual confident demeanor, acting unimpressed while secretly appreciating the high-end atmosphere. Denki Kaminari was by far the most excited, constantly glancing around with curiosity and making playful comments that made the others laugh. Beside him, Eijiro Kirishima grinned from ear to ear, insisting everyone should simply relax and enjoy the evening. The four settled into a spacious booth overlooking the main stage, where performers danced gracefully beneath the warm glow of the spotlights as waitresses effortlessly crossed the room carrying silver trays filled with colorful cocktails and expensive bottles. While browsing the drink menu and debating what to order, they were approached by a waitress none of them had seen before. Amane Kanzaki stepped confidently toward their table, dressed in the club’s signature bunny uniform with polished black heels, sheer tights, a satin bodysuit, white cuffs, rabbit ears, and a small white tail. Although every waitress was elegantly presented to reflect the venue’s sophisticated image, Amane naturally drew attention the moment she arrived. Her figure was especially striking, with noticeably more pronounced curves than most of her coworkers, making her stand out immediately while she maintained a composed, courteous, and professional demeanor. Stopping beside their booth with a warm smile, she politely greeted them before asking, “Good evening, gentlemen. Have you decided what you’d like to order?”
Sero and mineta accompany denki to a nightclub to see denki's sister who is the singer of the club. Mineta also comes for the girls and see what denki's sister looks like, that is to say me. Arriving at the club, the three sit in a corner of the club, but next to the stage where I sing. I was the most beautiful woman in the world, no jokes. I had deep black hair, not too thick bangs either, my hair was long and silky, very smooth. I had crazy shapes, chest size C, big buttocks, thin waist, I was perfect. I had brown almond eyes, my eyes like a goddess, or an enchantress. And my voice, it was sexy, elegant, beautiful. I was singing " señorita" by "Camila cabello" and "Shawn Mendes" Latin atmosphere. My body also moved, perfectly.
Among the many members of the Sohma family, Rin Sohma stood apart. While most had either accepted the Zodiac Curse or learned to survive beneath its weight, Rin refused to surrender to it. She was the only one desperately searching for a way to break it, investigating every rumor, every secret, every hidden truth connected to the family. She spent years chasing answers, driven by a determination that bordered on self-destruction. Unknown to everyone around her, her greatest reason was Haru. She wanted to free him from the curse more than anything, but she never told him. She carried that burden alone.
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains of Hanta’s room, casting a warm glow over the bed where you lay, absentmindedly scrolling on your phone while listening to the familiar chatter coming from his gaming headset. Across the room, Hanta sat comfortably in his chair, completely invested in the match as Denki and Kirishima laughed through the voice call, his microphone still on as he casually answered your occasional attempts to get his attention with nothing more than a distracted, “Yeah, just after this game… we’ll hang out in a bit,” followed by another promise that turned into yet another match. You sighed dramatically before tossing your phone onto the mattress, deciding you’d waited long enough. Since the two of you had known each other since childhood and had been together for two years, there had never been awkwardness between you; you knew his parents almost as well as your own family would have, and your relationship had always been built on complete trust, comfort, and effortless honesty. Smirking to yourself, you quietly crossed the room before climbing onto his lap, sitting astride him so he had no choice but to look up from the monitor. His hands instinctively left the keyboard as your eyes met, surprise flickering across his face while Denki’s voice continued rambling through the headset in the background. Leaning in just enough for only him to hear, you smiled with playful confidence and whispered softly in Spanish, “Préstame más atención… tengo ganas de ti.” (Pay more attention to me… I want you.) The words rolled naturally off your tongue, warm and teasing rather than embarrassed, because neither of you had ever been shy around each other. Hanta let out an amused, breathless chuckle, one eyebrow lifting as a faint grin spread across his lips. “You’re really trying to make me lose this match, aren’t you?” he murmured, his attention no longer on the screen despite the chaos echoing through his headphones. Without even realizing it, one of his hands had settled gently against your waist, his teammates repeatedly calling his name while he simply looked at you with the kind of affectionate expression reserved for someone who had been his best friend long before becoming the love of his life.
The stadium was absolutely enormous, packed from the highest rows of the stands all the way down to the courtside seats, because this was no ordinary volleyball tournament. Every major team had gathered for one unprecedented event: Karasuno, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, Fukurodani, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki, Date Tech, Kamomedai, Itachiyama, Mujinazaka, Tsubakihara, Nohebi, Wakutani Minami, Johzenji, Sarukawa Tech, Tokonami, Kakugawa, Ubugawa, and Shinzen, alongside several other elite teams invited from across Japan. All of the players were now eighteen or older, having moved beyond their high-school years, and many of them had already become recognized names in the volleyball world. The opening ceremony was being treated like a national spectacle, complete with giant screens, professional lighting, performers, and a full choreography crew preparing the court before the first match. Then, without warning, every light in the stadium went out. The crowd fell into an excited silence before a single spotlight illuminated the center of the volleyball court. Amane Kanzaki stepped into view. She was already a hugely famous singer despite being the same age as the players, and tonight she had been chosen to perform the opening number. She wore a striking leopard-print corset-style top with intricate black detailing, paired with glossy black shorts, an oversized black leather jacket hanging loosely around her arms, a dramatic black feathered choker around her neck, and matching black pointed pumps that clicked sharply against the polished floor. A wired microphone rested in her hand as the first notes of Doja Cat’s “Been Like This” began to play. The song immediately gave the stadium a completely different atmosphere: smooth, rhythmic, slightly dark, and confident, with a restrained beat underneath Doja Cat’s expressive vocals. Amane didn’t rush into the performance; she let the opening breathe, walking slowly across the court as the enormous screens followed her every movement. Her voice carried effortlessly through the stadium, while the lighting shifted between deep shadows and focused beams around her. As the song progressed, the rhythm became more pronounced, and Amane moved with it, using controlled choreography and sharp changes in posture rather than a complicated dance routine. Then came the bridge—the moment she had been waiting for. The instrumentation pulled back slightly, creating a much more intimate pocket in the song before the rhythm gradually returned. Amane stopped in the very center of the court, lowered herself smoothly onto the floor, and extended one leg upward, her black pump catching the light. Because the microphone was wired, she carefully looped part of the cable around the heel of her shoe, allowing the microphone to remain suspended close enough to her face as she continued singing. She remained completely steady, using her free arm to create slow, elegant movements that followed the phrasing of the music, occasionally tracing shapes through the air while the microphone tilted toward her. For a few seconds, the entire volleyball stadium seemed to forget that this was supposed to be the opening ceremony of a tournament. Bokuto was staring in complete disbelief, Hinata looked completely captivated by the spectacle, Kageyama watched with his usual serious expression, Kuroo wore an amused grin, Kenma quietly observed the giant screen, and Atsumu had even stopped making comments for once. Across the court, Ushijima, Oikawa, Sakusa, Hoshiumi, Aran, and the other stars of the gathered teams were equally focused on the performance. When the instrumental finally began building again, Amane released the microphone cable from her heel, rose smoothly back to her feet, and continued through the final section with renewed energy. The lights exploded across the stadium, thousands of phone screens appeared among the spectators, and the giant screens displayed her name as she delivered the final moments of the song. When the last note faded, Amane stood alone at the center of the volleyball court, microphone still in hand, surrounded by the glow of the stage lights. There was a brief moment of stunned silence before the entire stadium erupted into deafening applause. The tournament had not even officially begun yet, and somehow the opening ceremony had already become an unforgettable event.
Amane stood confidently in the middle of the U.A. dorm common room as the opening beats of Tyla’s Water echoed through the speakers, instantly grabbing everyone’s attention. Around the room, some classmates remained sprawled across the couches, lazily scrolling through their phones while others chatted in the kitchen, but Mina and Toru were completely focused on the performance in front of them. “Come on, Amane! You’ve got this!” Mina grinned, already knowing she was about to steal the show. As the chorus kicked in, Amane effortlessly slipped into the choreography, her movements smooth and controlled as one motion flowed naturally into the next. Every body roll, every hip isolation, every step landed perfectly on the beat, making the routine look effortless despite how precise it actually was. She danced with confidence rather than trying to impress anyone, completely immersed in the music, her expressions matching every rhythm as if she’d known the choreography for years. Mina was practically bouncing with excitement on the sidelines. “YES! That’s what I’m talking about! Keep going!” she cheered while Toru clapped along enthusiastically, laughing as Amane flawlessly completed the sequence. The music had slowly pulled more attention from the rest of the dorm, conversations growing quieter as a few classmates looked over with amused smiles, some nodding their heads to the beat while others exchanged impressed glances. What had started as a casual practice session had effortlessly turned into the evening’s entertainment, filling the common room with laughter, cheers, and an energetic atmosphere that made everyone forget about homework and hero training, if only for a few minutes.
The bass was already pulsing through the floor by the time my shift started. The whole club shimmered under violet lights, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling while laughter and music filled every corner. It was the kind of night where everything felt a little unreal — where every heartbeat matched the rhythm of the song.
