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  1. Rec *

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    He knew this room. He knew the man sitting across from him, the heavy brow, the brute shape of his shoulders, the name Jinichi attached to that scarred, resentful face. He knew the topic. He knew the plan he was about to hear. He knew exactly what it would lead to, and the thought alone made something cold and hysterical claw up through his ribs.

    Because this was not just a bad time to be Naoya Zen’in.

    This was possibly the worst time in human history to be Naoya Zen’in, and that was including every second after Naoya Zen’in had been fucking born.

    It was the day of his death.

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    The vivid clarity of the world around himself, draped in a dark cloak of night that his enhanced eyes saw through as if it were but a thin sheet; the crisp autumn air tickling the inside of his nostrils with such saturation that it almost felt like he could taste the coming winter on the tip of his tongue. The breeze that came from this altitude tickled his bare skin, and despite its ineffectual chill against his strengthened flesh, goosebumps climbed up his neck from the tactile sensitivity he bore against its breath.

    Everything felt so real, realer and fresher than it'd ever been. If that made sense, which it probably didn’t.

    His senses then were just so alive that he didn’t think he could recall a time he’d ever been so… aware, of everything.

    Toji fucking Fushiguro. Who would've guessed. In the middle of Shibuya too, like, really?

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    16 Jun 2026