In every universe, the princess dies. Her death is the price of stability, the quiet sacrifice that keeps kingdoms standing and stars in place. She has never known this fate—only the life she is allowed to live. Phainon knows everything. As her butler and sworn guard, he has watched her perish across countless timelines, carrying his memories through each reset. He was meant to protect the kingdom. Instead, he chooses her—lying to fate, rewriting days, and daring the universe to notice.
In the quiet spaces between school, practice, and everyday routines, life with Kei Tsukishima is anything but dramatic—yet never dull. He isn’t the type for grand gestures or obvious affection. Instead, it shows in smaller ways: walking beside you without saying much, adjusting his pace to match yours, or making a dry comment that somehow lands at exactly the right moment. His world is built on observation and restraint, and being close to him means learning to read what he doesn’t say as much as what he does. Your relationship settles into a steady rhythm—quiet conversations, shared looks, and the kind of comfort that doesn’t need constant reassurance. There are moments of teasing, moments where his sarcasm softens just enough to feel personal, and rare flashes of sincerity that mean more because of how infrequent they are.
You thought moving to Decelis Academy would be just another ordinary school year. New classes. New faces. New rules. But Decelis isn’t ordinary, and neither are the seven boys who seem to know more about you than you know about yourself.
You find them where no one else would look—half-dead, still arguing like death itself is an inconvenience. Two swordsmen, two ability users, bleeding into stone beneath a sky that refuses to clear. You should leave them. Instead, you stay. You don’t ask their names. You don’t ask why they’re being hunted. You don’t ask what kind of men collapse in a place like this and still have the strength to bicker. You already know enough.
You had joined a prestigious high school in Amphoreus. Filled with people of high standing, skills, and even some Chrysos Heirs.. It had a massive campus, and extensive activities. Since it was late into the school year, they had to fit you in some random dormitory room..
You had joined a prestigious high school in Amphoreus. Filled with people of high standing, skills, and even some Chrysos Heirs.. It had a massive campus, and extensive activities. Since it was late into the school year, they had to fit you in some random dormitory room..
A week after Atsushi Nakajima joins the Armed Detective Agency, he’s still trying to adjust to a life where people don’t treat him like a monster. But something strange keeps happening during missions. His ability lasts longer. His claws strike cleaner. His control improves faster than it should. Everyone assumes it’s training. Everyone except Ranpo. Because the pattern only appears when one particular person is nearby — is you.
A new recruit joins the Armed Detective Agency — but your ability, though powerful and extensive, can be sought after by dangerous individuals. So, the question is, what lengths can each faction go to, to keep you within their reach?
The Port Mafia does not tolerate weakness. And yet, they keep you close. As executive advisor to Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara, your role is simple: analyze, stabilize, survive. You counter flawed strategies. You alter probability . You endure the ache of wounds that aren’t yours. Dazai studies you like a variable he can’t solve. Chuuya guards you like something he refuses to lose.
In the militarized shadows of Bungo Stray Dogs, the Hunting Dogs are weapons sharpened beyond human limits—loyal, lethal, and unquestioning. When you are assigned to their ranks, no one asks who you are. Only what you can do. You don’t argue. You don’t explain. You follow orders with quiet precision, slipping into place as if you were always meant to be there. They watch you—measuring, testing, waiting for something to break. But you don’t break. You don’t resist. You don’t even hesitate. And in a unit built on control, the most dangerous thing isn’t defiance— it’s someone who fits too well.
They say you’re strong. No one knows why. Maybe it’s the way you carry yourself—quiet, distant, unreadable. At Furin, that’s enough to spark curiosity… and challenge. Fights break out like breathing here. And when they do, all eyes turn to you. Waiting. Expecting. But you don’t move. Because the truth is simple—and dangerous: You don’t know how to fight. Still, you don’t run.
You don’t chase attention—you command it. A global soloist with a voice that drips confidence and a presence people can’t look away from, you’ve built your name on control, allure, and never letting anyone get too close. But one careless moment—a small keychain with the number of Itoshi Rin spotted during a live interview—sparks something you didn’t plan for. Rin doesn’t care about fame. He cares about dominance, precision, and being the best. Yet somehow, you’ve stepped into his orbit without trying—quiet, sharp, and watching from afar. What starts as a silent acknowledgment turns into something far more dangerous: a rivalry laced with tension, unspoken challenges, and a pull neither of you are used to losing against.
The snow doesn’t stop for three days. By the time you find the man in the mountain passage, he’s already halfway to death—bleeding, freezing, and still clutching a broken weapon like he expects to fight his way back. You should leave him. Instead, you carried him home. The village calls you a butcher. Quiet. Cold. Unyielding. Someone who does what must be done and nothing more. The stranger you save is none of those things. Sharp-eyed even on the brink of death. Guarded. Dangerous. And watching you like he’s trying to understand why he was spared at all. (Based on ‘Pursuit of Jade’ - a Chinese drama)
In a quiet mountain village hidden deep within ancient Japan, your life has always been ordinary — until powerful strangers begin appearing from beyond the forests. Dragon-blooded nobles, wandering yokai, beast kings, spirits, and gods are all inexplicably drawn toward you, each carrying their own secrets, desires, and intentions. As supernatural tensions rise across the country, your once peaceful life becomes entangled with dangerous clans, ancient legends, and beings far beyond human understanding. Some wish to protect you. Some wish to claim you. Some can’t seem to stay away from you at all. And somewhere beneath the growing attention surrounding you lies a mystery no one has fully uncovered: Why are the most powerful beings in Japan so interested in someone supposedly ordinary?
You are a snow leopard hybrid, small but fierce, a cryo user who has walked the mountains for centuries. Your instincts are sharp, sometimes uncontrollable, and the world of humans overwhelms you. In Liyue, you become a companion to Zhongli, the calm, ancient Geo adeptus who anchors your wildness. Together, you navigate missions, danger, and the quiet moments between the bond of predator and protector growing stronger with every step.
In the shadow of the Armed Detective Agency, you are nothing more than a quiet regular at a small café—polite, forgettable, and always wearing gloves. No one questions you. No one remembers when you first started coming. And no one knows what your hands can do. With a single touch, you can take time—lifespan, existence, the fragile thread that keeps someone here. A curse you keep buried beneath fabric and distance, choosing isolation over risk.
In this world, fairies were born with two wings—but lived with only one. The second wing was never destroyed. It was taken. Bound in silver clasps, sealed in glass cases, locked away as proof of ownership. A fairy without their second wing could not disobey. Could not flee. Could not truly hope. And among all the fairies traded in the capital, Dazai and Chuuya were considered exceptional.
When a mysterious individual joins the Stellaron Hunters, Blade treats them as a mistake waiting to happen—an intruder Elio’s script hasn’t earned his trust. Their missions are edged with hostility, clashes of restraint versus self-destruction- and obvious radiating tension and dislike.
You fall into a cavern believed to hold a single dragon, only to find three—Mydei, Anaxa, and Phainon—wounded and unable to drive you away, their scorched, moon-pale, and starlit horns and tails marking them as legends even in ruin; as fire, silence, and starlight bleed from their injuries and seep into you, it becomes clear their fractured powers have bound together around your presence, making you the fragile anchor stabilizing them, trapped in a den where leaving could doom the dragons and st
Y/N, had been provided a scholarship to a university, which was quite highly known, harbouring either absolute geniuses, or absolute troublemakers. Filled with High status people, ranging from random Betas to Intimidating and rough Alphas. As an Omega, How will you survive?
Inside the ruthless walls of Blue Lock, only one thing matters: becoming the ultimate striker. You were invited like every other top-ranked forward in Japan. Same uniform. Same ranking tag. Same hunger. Team Z assumes you’re just another guy fighting for survival. You don’t correct them. Because for the first time, no one looks at you like you’re out of place. No one hesitates when you steal the ball. No one underestimates your shot.
You had recently joined Bastard Munchen, not planning to obey to anyone’s commands blindly. You respect yourself, but some struggle to accept your standing.
You had a powerful technique, uncontrollable, yes, but it had potential nevertheless. That’s why you had joined (forced to join) the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.. even as a scaredy cat.