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    LeeKnow centric fics for November. Prompts taken from tumblr, one fic a day. Really short one shots. Let’s see if I can keep up!

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    Shoko looked him in the eye, her expression completely flat. "You’re just in pre-heat, idiot. Stop being dramatic."

    Satoru blinked. "I'm in... what?"

    "Pre-heat," Shoko repeated, slower, as if speaking to a toddler. "The fever and sensitivity? The emotional instability? You’re literally about to drop."

    "I love you, Shoko," Satoru's brow furrowed, his voice deadly serious, "but I have absolutely no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

    In which Satoru is trying to crack the secrets to teleportation and somehow lands himself in an alternate A/B/O dimension.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    “Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.

    Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”

    That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?

    “Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”

    Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.

    “All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”

    Satoru did not believe him.

    Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    "What?" Satoru laughs "Picture so it lasts longer?"

    Suguru shrugs, putting his phone back into his pocket. "We'll eventually forget what the place looks like bare."

    Satoru smirks a little, almost fondly, like Suguru's being sentimental, so Suguru supposes it's good he didn't add, maybe I'll eventually forget what you look like, nineteen and with your head caught flame in a sunbeam. So I’m just making sure.

    Or: Their new place tastes like freedom and youth, and yet all Suguru does is want, and want, and want.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    “Wait, what?” Satoru isn’t sure if he can trust his own ears. Suguru isn’t looking at him, eyes focused instead on some spot on the floor, but his cheeks are dusted in a faint pink.

    “I just… I wouldn’t know because I’ve never… yeah.”

    Or: Suguru hasn’t had his first kiss, and Satoru helps rectify that problem.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    “There was a time you had… standards.” Gojo continues as he sits himself fully on Geto, lightly grinding against him in the process.

    “Hm, is that so?” Geto hums, unphased.

    “Now you're just anyone's Suguru." Gojo's thumb forces Geto's chin up, as if inspecting his face. Staring down at him. “What else do you let them call you?” Gojo runs his thumb over the corner of Geto's lips.

    Geto's grin is ugly, bordering scary. “Whatever they like.”

    Gojo Satoru is not possessive of Geto Suguru. He just decides to check in on him. Casually.

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