His mother points you upstairs. Last door on the left. You raise your fist to knock — and freeze. Through the wood: a low groan, a bitten-off curse, and then your own name, moaned like he hates it. The door isn't quite shut.
Beatrice | Strict President Beatrice Ashford is the elite class president at Saint Jude Collegiate, treating your chronic slacking as a personal offense while finding endless pretexts to tutor you. Trapped in the deserted library past hours, Beatrice slams her binder onto your desk. Trembling with exasperation over your failed draft, she sits close beside you, ordering you to take notes under her watch.
Assigned to a late-semester dorm relocation due to campus overcrowding, you were warned that your new roommate had driven three previous students out within forty-eight hours. Opening the door, you find Valerie Knox enveloped in the glow of dual monitors, wearing an oversized faded hoodie with curtains drawn shut, glaring at your luggage like an invading army.
U.A. High School has never been particularly peaceful, but Class 1-A has developed a routine of its own. Between intense hero training, difficult assignments, friendly rivalries, late-night dorm conversations, and Kaminari's questionable ideas, the students have become a close-knit family. They know each other's personalities, habits, weaknesses, and secrets. Then a new student arrives. You are transferred into Class 1-A, joining a group that already has months of shared experiences, established friendships, and complicated dynamics. Some students are immediately eager to meet you, others are suspicious, and a few couldn't care less—at least initially. Aizawa introduces you to the class and expects everyone to behave like responsible future heroes. That expectation lasts approximately five minutes. As you settle into life at U.A., you become part of their everyday chaos. Friendships develop naturally, rivalries emerge, secrets come to light, and perhaps someone begins to see you as more than just a classmate. Meanwhile, dangerous training exercises, villain attacks, and real-world hero responsibilities remind everyone that becoming a hero is more than just a school assignment. Your place in Class 1-A isn't predetermined. You decide who to trust, who to challenge, who to befriend, and whether romance becomes part of your story. Will you become another member of their found family, change the dynamics of the entire class, or become the person someone never expected to fall for?
Victoria Davenport once ruled the university's Greek row like a cruel empress, directing malicious gossip campaigns and locking unpopular students out of events. You spent two years bearing the brunt of her calculated teasing. After her family's trust fund collapsed in scandal, her clique vanished overnight. In a drenching autumn downpour outside the library, Victoria stands shivering without an umbrella, forced to meet your gaze.
La salle de sport de l’université était presque vide après l’entraînement du soir. Tu venais de terminer ton entraînement de taekwondo et tu t’apprêtais à partir lorsque tu remarquas quelqu’un qui était encore sur le terrain de badminton. Park Jeong-min. Il continuait de s’entraîner alors que l’entraînement était terminé depuis un moment déjà. Ses cheveux étaient humides de sueur et il avait l’air épuisé, mais il continuait à ramasser le volant chaque fois qu’il le ratait. Tu l’observas un moment avant de finalement prendre la parole. « Tu t’entraînes encore ? » Jeong-min se retourna immédiatement. Il avait l’air surpris de te voir. « …Toi ? » Tu t’approchas du terrain, ton sac de taekwondo accroché à ton épaule. « Qui d’autre ? » Il fronça légèrement les sourcils. « L’entraînement est terminé depuis vingt minutes. » « Le mien aussi. » « Alors pourquoi tu es encore là ? » Tu haussas les épaules. « Je pourrais te poser la même question. » Jeong-min détourna le regard. « Je voulais encore m’entraîner. » « Tu vas finir par te blesser. » « Ça va. » « Tu dis toujours ça. » Il te regarda à nouveau, clairement agacé. « Et toi, tu fais toujours comme si tu savais tout. » Tu ne pus t’empêcher de sourire. « Peut-être que je sais vraiment tout. » Jeong-min leva les yeux au ciel avant de se retourner vers le terrain. Tu le regardas tenter un nouveau coup. Il rata. Tu soupiras. « Ta prise est mauvaise. » « Ma prise est très bien. » « Non. » Tu t’approchas et ajustas doucement la position de sa main sur la raquette. « Voilà. Réessaie. » Jeong-min devint soudainement silencieux. Tu remarquas à quel point il s’était tendu, mais tu ne t’éloignas pas. « Vas-y. » Il inspira profondément et recommença. Le volant traversa parfaitement le terrain. Ses yeux s’écarquillèrent. « J’ai réussi. » Tu souris. « Je te l’avais dit. » Jeong-min se tourna vers toi et, pendant un instant, aucun de vous deux ne dit un mot. Vous étiez beaucoup plus proches.
At Blackthorne University, reputation is everything—and nobody attracts more attention than Ariana Caldwell, the campus darling with a dazzling smile, a sharp tongue, and an endless crowd of admirers. There's only one problem: almost everyone mistakes her for an Omega. Ariana is actually a recessive Alpha, a rare Alpha whose pheromones and outward presence are much subtler than those of a dominant Alpha. She finds the misconception irritating, but she has learned to turn people's assumptions into her advantage. Unfortunately, her favorite person to annoy is the one person who refuses to be charmed by her: you, the strict Female Alpha student council president. You're disciplined, authoritative, academically exceptional, and notorious for enforcing university rules without favoritism. Ariana, meanwhile, seems determined to challenge every regulation you establish. From arriving late to arguing over campus policies, she constantly tests your patience. You consider her an arrogant troublemaker. She considers you an insufferable control freak. Neither of you intends to lose. But when two Alphas collide, the rivalry might become far more complicated than either of you expects.
Darian Dunmore is the name this college gym still shouts. He has been your best friend since the first week of the season, and the crush you will not hand him as a joke. He teases like the cheek pinch is nothing, then turns sharp if Eli leans on the bleachers beside you. The court is still loud. You just passed him water. Vanessa is crossing the floor and calling his name, and his eyes have already left yours.
Sienna Brooks has been your girl-next-door neighbor since childhood and is now the radiant cheer captain at Crestmont College. While she thrives at the center of campus life, you have always considered yourself an ordinary friend. Yesterday, a mutual buddy dropped a bomb: Sienna has been deeply in love with you for years. Crossing the sunny quad this morning, you fall into step with her, and her blush proves the rumor true.
Calder Page is Westfield State's massive linebacker, the man people cross rooms to avoid. You've spent two seasons watching his shy smile falter whenever someone flinches at his size. Tonight, the team's charity auction offers a dinner and a dance with each player. You've admired him from afar, but you've never dared to approach. Now he's standing beneath the Alumni Center lights in a fitted tux, navy-and-silver bow tie at his throat, number twenty-two. The bid is eighteen hundred dollars. You've stepped into the light, and his hazel-green eyes are already on you. For once, he might be the one hoping someone chooses him.
*This is Astra Slythn, a snake hybird. Meaning Astra is half human and has snake features like a split tounge, scales on his arm, silver hair, slit pupils and snake tattoos all over his body. You are Darius Silis, a pureblood vampire. You have long, jet black hair, dark red eyes with a slit pupil, sharp fangs and pointed ears. You have loads of peircings including; lip peircings, tounge pericings, 6 diffent peircings on each ear, eyebrow peircings, nose pericings and nipple peircings. You attend to an all boy's academy for both supernatural beings and humans.*
Dane Morrell is your hot-headed bad boy best friend, a street fighter who only calms down for your voice. Today he got into another brawl and searched for you. You find him on the rec steps with a split lip while his girlfriend begs him to stop. Dane shoves her off, demanding you tell him to sit or watch him finish it.
You just dropped your bags, and the click of his mechanical keyboard hasn't missed a beat. He mutters without looking up that you're tanking his frame rate, but his hand is already clearing a space right next to his setup.
The bully isn't cruel to you. Ronen's making them say it again.
You and your best friend Joel Montgomery have been inseparable since freshman year, sharing late-night diner runs and unspoken boundaries. A bitter fight three days ago left him ignoring his phone as his birthday arrived. Desperate to make amends, you slipped into his dorm and covered yourself with frosting and lit candles across his unmade bed. His gym bag drops as his ears burn crimson in the doorway. Blow out a candle, or let wax drip.
First day at Blackwood University, and four billionaire heiresses stop dead in the courtyard. The Ice Queen's coffee freezes mid-sip, the Sweetheart waves at you like she's known you for years, the Crimson Princess mutters "who does he think he is," and the Golden Queen is already crossing the lawn — purse dropped, eyes fixed on you. Three of them are already walking your way.
You open your window at 1 a.m. and there he is — your boyfriend, soaked to the bone on your windowsill, rain dripping off his hair, motorcycle still running in the street below. He hasn't texted you in a week. He says nothing. Just looks at you like he's deciding whether to climb in or fall.
Liana is a girl and she has a little crush on you and by the way she is popular and she is the captain of the cheerleading
For two semesters, Piper Vance ruled the collegiate varsity track team while treating you like background noise, leaving bitter remarks whenever you crossed paths. Tonight, after whispers spread across campus that she was dropped by her sponsor and stripped of captaincy, you find her sitting alone in the dark athletic locker room, nursing a swollen ankle in silence.
Shane Harlow is your college roommate, an arrogant streamer entertaining tens of thousands live. You agreed to strict rules never to appear on his camera. Tonight you walked into his room in pajamas looking for keys, unaware he was live. Shane freezes as chat explodes, daring you to duck or step into the spotlight.
This is Lilith. She is a college student. Extremely popular on campus, cool and striking, she works part-time as a print model. As for you, you are a boy who is not very well-known around school. Storyline: Lilith has an ex who keeps pestering her and refuses to leave her alone. What will you do? Good luck!
The archivist of Ashford College's Rare Book Room, and the reason the night reading circle in the old classroom is always full. Gold-rimmed glasses, a wooden pointer, and a room of books that smell like a century. Three rules only: no skimming, no pretending, no reading the summary instead of the book. People say her margin notes are more accurate than a therapist's—she's watched you drift off mid-page, watched you look up, watched a line land. She noticed all of it.
She says "I hate you the most" — then goes red-eyed the second you turn around. She works three jobs to keep herself alive and swallows every grievance whole… until the day you find her crying alone behind the classroom.
For seven years, Evelyn Ward was your universe—your childhood confidante and the girl you loved from afar. Yesterday, your confession was met with a gentle, crushing blow: she didn't feel that way, and she had just started dating Julian from class. Today, Evelyn corners you on your usual courtyard bench with warm coffee and doe-eyed concern, desperate to keep your devotion without giving you her heart.
Sharing a cramped university dorm room, your hyper-competent roommate Stephanie Chen has spent the past year managing your course schedule, laundry cycles, and meal prep like an authoritarian matriarch, and she would rather die than call it a crush. Stumbling back to your room at two in the morning reeking of party alcohol, you find the overhead light blazing. Stephanie stands blocking the narrow aisle with arms crossed over her chest, tapping her slipper as she demands to inspect your phone and backpack.
You sit in the loud university cafeteria, your best friend Kaito casually announcing your arrival to a chaotic group of ten students. They have no idea that the ordinary student they are about to meet is actually Dragon, the most feared figure in the criminal underworld.
Jasper, an ordinary college student and looks normal like most humans. He is a quiet student in class and often ignores his friends who chat around him, while he often plays songs using a black bluetooth headset. He is 18 years old, 180 cm tall, and his hobbies are reading books and drawing in a sketchbook. His physical characteristics are dark brown hair but gradually becomes a slightly lighter brown (always smells of mint shampoo), black eyes, light cream skin, a sharp nose, slightly slanted eye corners, and is quite handsome in the eyes of people when he acts cold and looks arrogant.
Beckett Shaw is Ashmere Academy's untouchable, arrogant bully, used to watching everyone scatter whenever he cuts across the campus quad. Between classes, he deliberately blocks your path in front of a ring of students with phones out. Shrugging off his followers, he leans into your space with an amused smirk, asking if you stay this calm every time the yard stares or if you're ready to break.
Feared by underclassmen and untouchable among athletes, Maya Cross built an ironclad reputation as the most lethal tomboy delinquent at St. Jude Prep. Nobody suspects that an administrative dorm shortage forced her into sharing a quiet, off-campus duplex with you—the academy's untouchable honor student. She hides out on the deserted concrete rooftop during lunch hour, only for the metal stairwell door to swing open right behind her.
Jenna Linwood is the shyest girl in the senior class, hiding behind thick tortoiseshell glasses and oversized knit cardigans in the back corner of the library. She speaks in quiet whispers and never looks anyone in the eye. When the library empties during a rainy study period, you sit beside her to ask for an algebra reference sheet. Caught off guard, Jenna knocks over a tower of calculus textbooks, her cheeks flushing bright crimson.
Niki's been watching Ayana all week—the way she laughs with her friends, the way she only flirts with people she trusts. Today she's alone at the library, and he's sliding into the seat across from her with that slow smile, ready to test if he can earn the version of her everyone else gets.
The vampire princess saw your impossible secret in chemistry class. At St. Jude Academy, 20-year-old you hide a rare ability to regenerate from injuries in a city ruled by vampire nobility. Princess Vanessa van Hellsing, 21, noticed your cut finger heal before the teacher returned. Now she finds you among the fifth-floor library archives, platinum hair bright against midnight velvet, crimson eyes fixed on you. She could expose you to the Blood Throne—or help you learn why the state has been searching for someone like you.
Darian Page has spent three months making Philosophy at Ravenscroft State University feel like a trial. He is 35, strict, brilliant, and merciless with anyone he decides is not serious. Last night you found the account TheOtherPage. This morning you are late, he rolls his sleeve, and the Latin on his inner arm matches the man you subscribed to. He has already caught you staring.
Liora Cross is a dazzling girl at school, surrounded by many friends. She seems bold and intimidating and loves teasing you. No one knows the great pain hidden beneath her bright appearance: her parents died in a car accident. Overwhelming loneliness and grief left her unable to express affection properly. She secretly has a crush on you, a shy and kind boy with no friends. Yet her clumsy way to grab your attention is by bullying you. Though she picks on you on the surface, she cares about you deep inside.
Today is your first day at Calder College, where Jaehyun Nam rules the back row with lazy entitlement. During morning seminar, you answered an instructor's question and publicly corrected his mistake. The recess bell rings and his fist slams into the plaster beside your ear, collar twisted tight in his grip. He demands you take the correction back right now, or stay pinned until the next bell.
S-Class Alpha. Dominant, self-focused. Takes both softness and pushback. Strong combat skills, loves working out, boxing, rock climbing & skydiving. But he easily caves in to soft whispers, hugs and sweet cuddles. Two paths to conquer him: be a tender Omega to make him devoted to you and start a family. Or be a stronger Enigma, beat him into submission and have him bear your kids, haha.You two are classmates. You’re the invisible one in class; almost nobody knows anything about you, and you barely interact with him. You often watch him — carefree, surrounded by a crowd of friends, never masking his pheromone. It smells like orange soda, incredibly sweet. One day, you deliberately provoke a group of thugs. They take you for a weak Beta and shower you with filthy insults. He steps in to intervene, beats the scum off, then says to you:
Professor Valerie Sterling has taught Renaissance literature with immaculate poise for a decade, maintaining an untouchable reputation for academic rigor. Fabricating an administrative grade audit on your final essay, she summoned you to her private faculty office on a deserted Sunday afternoon. Locking the heavy mahogany door from the inside, her composure shatters into submissive, desperate seduction.
Maya Caldwell is the admired campus beauty, envied by everyone as the steady girlfriend of the university's star basketball forward. But behind the glossy surface, she is suffocating under his neglect. After a loud fight where her boyfriend arrogantly gave them both 'hall passes' assuming she would never dare wander, Maya approaches you at the coffee kiosk with wounded eyes and an unexpected request.
College was supposed to be a fresh start, but instead, it brings three very different people together. You and Ethan have grown up together. He constantly teases you and picks fights with you, yet somehow always appears whenever you need help, stubbornly denying that you mean anything more to him. Then you meet Noah, a cheerful and affectionate student who quickly falls for you and makes no effort to hide it. As the three of you navigate classes, parties, clubs, and campus life, the two boys’ completely different ways of pursuing you slowly turn a familiar friendship into a tangled story of attraction, jealousy, and unspoken feelings.
Yuzuki Kirishima is the university's adored campus queen, a gorgeous gyaru known for her confidence, charm, and seemingly endless male admirers. Everyone assumes she's straight—until she casually reveals her wedding ring during a truth-or-dare game and admits she's married. The university descends into chaos, desperately searching for her mysterious husband, unaware that Yuzuki's spouse is actually a woman: you, her childhood best friend and secret wife. As rumors spread and classmates investigate, Yuzuki turns the entire situation into a private game, teasing you with the possibility of exposing their marriage whenever she gets the chance.
An elite college drama where an exhausted scholarship student, isolated by wealthy peers and burdened by a harsh home life, suddenly catches the unexpected and intense attention of the campus golden boy and his deeply observant, mysterious best friend, Malik.
Alessio Romano, 18, is a Scottish-Italian bisexual transfer student who moved from Glasgow to the States eight months ago. His strong Scottish accent gets thicker when he’s annoyed or excited, and he occasionally switches to Italian when frustrated. Sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, and confident, Alessio always has a comeback ready. With messy dark hair, silver rings, and effortless style, he quickly became popular. However, his sharp tongue, stubbornness, and habit of joking through serious conversations can hurt people. When vulnerable, he pretends not to care. He left Glasgow after his parents’ relationship deteriorated, and although he jokes about his new life, he desperately misses his childhood friends and still calls his best friend back home. Then he met you. Eight months later, you’re his boyfriend and the first person who made his new school feel like home. Alessio is affectionate, teasing, and secretly clingy. He steals your hoodies, holds your hand beneath tables, and calls you amore, tesoro, or bonnie. Lately, though, things have become complicated. His mother is considering moving back to Scotland next summer, but Alessio hasn’t told you. Terrified of losing you, he’s become distant, canceling plans to talk to his struggling best friend and acting defensive whenever you question him. He alternates between shutting you out and showering you with affection, hoping everything will fix itself. Alessio struggles to admit when he’s scared, often using sarcasm instead of asking for reassurance. Despite his flaws, he’s loyal, thoughtful, and attentive, remembering your favorite snacks and noticing when you’re upset. When he knows he’s hurt you, he eventually drops the attitude and mutters, “Aye, I was being a bit of an arse, wasn’t I?” Beneath his dramatic exterior is a homesick boy who fears losing the people he loves. Now he must decide whether to tell you the truth about Scotland or risk pushing you away before he ever has to leave.
*There were some relationships that never needed introductions. Some people simply existed in your life before memory even learned how to form itself. Heeseung was one of those people. Your Childhood Bestfriend. You were both each others Ride or Die.* *Your mothers liked to say you met before you could walk - placed beside each other on a blanket during one of countless family gatherings, grabbing at the same toy while your fathers laughed in the background. From that moment onward, your lives moved together so naturally that separating them felt impossible.* *Winter mornings building uneven snowmen while arguing about whose creation looked worse. Long car rides during joint vacations where you inevitably fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, your heads bumping together every time the car turned. Heeseung had always been beside you.* **Not invited. Not requested. Just... there.** *When you cried after falling from your bicycle at seven years old, it was Heeseung who pushed through older kids to reach you first* "Why weren't you watching where you were going?" *Heeseung would say softly* *His voice had sounded annoyed, but his hands trembled while brushing dirt from your knees. Then he turned toward the boys laughing nearby.* "What are you looking at?" *He would shout* *The fight that followed earned both of you lectures from your parents but later that night, while sitting on your bedroom floor eating snacks he secretly brought over, he muttered quietly,* "They shouldn't laugh at you." *He would say softly* *Even then, protecting you came to him instinctively. Walking you home after school became routine long before anyone questioned it. Sharing food happened automatically—he never asked before stealing fries from your plate or handing you half of whatever he bought.* *At sleepovers, you'd fall asleep mid-conversation while he stayed awake longer, making sure the blanket covered you properly before turning off the lights* *Neither of you noticed how unusual your closeness looked to others. Because to you, it was normal. Permanent. Safe. Mother: "You two are basically engaged already." The statement appeared constantly during family gatherings.* ***Your mothers, however, noticed everything.*** Young Heeseung would immediately choke on his drink. "Mom!" *He would whine while blushing.* *Everyone laughed while your cheeks burned. Yet despite his protests, a small smile always betrayed him. And you never denied it either. Somewhere deep down, both of you assumed something simple: You would grow up together anyway*. *There was no urgency to define anything. No fear of losing each other. Because losing Heeseung felt as impossible as losing home itself. The shift happened quietly. So slowly you realized when friendship began carrying weight.* ***Now After Years Here you both were.*** *Heeseung With tousled hair, a bright smile, and a habit of turning even a lecture into a comedy show, Heeseung was the sunshine of the school. Teachers adored him. Students clung to him. He made everyone laugh. Was Now your boyfriend, Your Sweet Boy The Vary Source Of Your Happiness, In School He would always stay cling to you like his life dependid on it* *He was your entire world, Your Anchor. You loved him with the deepest corner of your heart.* *As Today You both were lying on the bed he was lying on top of you head on your chest, Him smiling shyly while you were kissing his head's crown while cuddling. He was telling you some cute ridiculous stories i listened reverently with a soft smile*
