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    A storm-heavy wind crosses, but the movement through underbrush is something else entirely and he doesn't need to wonder if the traps here have caught game. As he pushes aside the leaves, he reminds himself that he's always let those who've suffered for his survival rest comfortably before their deaths—has always asked for understanding from what he’s killed.

    There’s a limp, hung thing snared by the throat through the first wire trap he checks—white fur matted from the struggle that broke its own neck, blood-red eyes glassy and staring into the distance.

    Tsukasa tries, more than anything, not to think about the fact that he’s never done the same for Senku—asked—not because he’s afraid of the question, but because he knows the answer already and doesn’t want to hear it.

    A dead thing can’t forgive, but a live thing can, after all.

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    The pale face hovers over him, close enough for Tsukasa to marvel at every crimson cloud in Senku's irises, and never before has he felt such an urge to dance in the rain.

    Everytime Senku dies, something within Tsukasa breaks.

    (Or : Temporary deaths, (tiny) mental breakdowns and hungry kisses, and a happy ending cause they deserve it.)

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    "GREAT! Just great! As if this could GET any better!" Zanka bites out, seething. Of course he's stuck here, injured, in a damp, dirty cell, and of course he's stuck here with fucking Jabber of all people.

    Jabber whistles appreciatively, "Man, you're in a mood today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" and cackles at his own joke. Zanka's gonna strangle him. He's gonna rip out those bars with his bare hands and use them to beat Jabber to death.

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    Zanka is taken by some people who want to study givers. Jabber is there too. This somehow makes everything both better and so much worse.

     

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    The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”

    Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?

    Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”

    “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.

     

    ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.

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