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    He watches, almost in slow motion, as the stupid, most haunting pair of amber eyes look behind Shoko, focusing on him.

    The worst part is how Satoru tracks every minuscule crinkle of his eye. How he watches recognition fill his gaze, watches the muscles in his brows relax as his gaze softens. Watches for signs, tells, that he’d recognize, and horribly, finds them.

    Watches, maybe in horror, a soft smile come across the features that he still sometimes sees when he’s been staring at the backs of his eyelids for too long.

    “This is my friend from uni,-“ Shoko, oblivious, starts, and Suguru interrupts her.

    “Satoru.”

    //

    “…I don’t think I should let you back into my life.” Satoru mumbles, a little sleepier, after some time.

    “…I understand.” Suguru whispers, not letting go, as if he’s savoring every second Satoru is going to let him have like this.

    “I think I will anyway.” Satoru whispers back.

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    17 May 2026

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    “You spend that long on your own, you forget what it feels like,” Nami admits.

    Zoro sits with the thought, nodding heavily. Then, he moves to take a large swig of the whiskey straight out the bottle.

    “Least you could do is share, you know,” Nami grumbles.

    Home, and what it means for those who have always been without.

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    02 May 2026

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    Suguru's eyebrows furrow a little in confusion, though he's smiling. "We've been to Ikea before."

    "Yeah." Satoru says, swinging his arms the way he always does when he talks, but now he looks like a bull in a china shop in the cramped display. "To, like, eat meatballs and fuck around. Now we actually need this stuff." He says, tugging at a pretend-kitchen rag that pretend-hangs on one of the pretend-cabinet's pretend-handles.

    Suguru feels himself soften, in the stupid, pretend, green kitchen.

    "Yeah." He breathes, smiling wider when their eyes meet. "Crazy, right?"

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    Or: Suguru feels a little better for wear. They go to Ikea, because that's, apparently, the sort of thing they do now.

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    29 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 53

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    "I'm sorry." Suguru says, for all the wrong reasons "I know it's been awhile-" Eight hundred twenty nine days "I hope you still like the mochi off of Takeshita."

    He does still like them, but suddenly, the thought of tasting the sweets makes him feel like he might throw up- throw up blood or throw up a curse- either way, something foul and rotten that would coat his pristine tile red and coax Suguru to hold his head as he retches.

    He only looks up from the bag, though, one eyebrow raised, probably obscured by the bandages.

    "I'm on strict orders to kill you on sight." He says, and Suguru smiles.

    //

    They're not seventeen years old, and Satoru isn't scared to lose him. He's lost him. He feels like he looses him all over again every morning he wakes up cold: there's nothing to be afraid of, now that they're kissing in this imaginary apartment in their imaginary future– all lines have been crossed. Whatever happens, Suguru is walking out of here with mussed hair and with pieces of Satoru's pulsing blood muscle still stuck in his teeth. So he might as well reach behind himself and tug at his shirt collar, bare his chest and hope Suguru bites into it.

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    15 Apr 2026

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    “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

    Satoru sighs. He combs fingers through silky black strands, where he’s already pulled it free from all knots. He takes awhile to answer, and then, he says:

    “Wanna know a secret? It’s kind of horrible.”

    Suguru seems confused, a little out of it. He whispers back “Sure.”

    Satoru looks at him meaningfully, and says,

    “I don’t care.”

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    Or: It took some time, for Satoru to get over himself enough to see his best friend spiralling. Shoko cracks open the windows to Suguru's stuffy room and makes them lunch and thinks maybe late is better than never.

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    13 Apr 2026