Doriyama
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Aira was on edge of the bed, dressed in a similar bath robe, his face and neck matching Rinne’s hair color. He had the doujin in a hand, while his other hand was covering his face. Rinne could see the younger shift on the bed, covering his lap with his hands. Shit, was he hard? That thought sent a shiver through Rinne’s body.
“Like what you see, Ai-chan?”
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Or what happens if you buy a doujinshi of you and the guy you shipped with your brother doing the deed. Spoilers, You might end up falling for him.
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Unlike what some of his peers probably think, liking idols and liking boys aren’t mutually exclusive. But that doesn’t mean they don’t, at times, overlap. What it does mean though, for Aira, is that if he has to choose between regular dumb boys or idols, the choice is pretty obvious.
Which is how he’s somehow made it all the way to his first year in high school without having ever experienced his first real crush.(except then he meets Hiiro who happens to be both a regular dumb boy AND an idol)
((aka the fic where Aira realizes he has a fat crush on Hiiro and also unfortunately gets stuck sharing a bed with him))
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23 Apr 2025
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Peering over the railing, he felt an unpleasant twist within his stomach. The ripples in the water below were so far away that the ocean appeared to have the texture of a leather couch. Aira hated heights, and he awkwardly giggled to himself as he realised the irony of it all. It didn’t matter, however. None of it was going to matter. He felt sick looking down now, but he was more sick of feeling so distant from everyone despite being surrounded by people who said they loved him.
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08 Dec 2024
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put me to rest in your gravestone chest by filled for crownsandbirds
Fandoms: Given (Manga), Given (Anime)
12 Sep 2019
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Ugetsu had always looked delicate, like an especially valuable porcelain doll; elegant and well-made, but still breakable. Don’t touch, he seemed to say, with the motion of his bow, the angle of his thin wrist as he smoked a cigarette, the painted perfection of his cavalier smile. I only exist to be admired from afar.
Still, Akihiko had—he’d reached out all that time ago and touched, like a spoiled child who couldn’t help himself—and found that Ugetsu’s body was not made of glass, but flesh and bone and blood, the same as his. His skin was thinner, body softer, nails sharper. He was warm.
And yet he was still breakable.
In which Akihiko buries his own life to put Ugetsu back together again.
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02 Apr 2024