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Visitor by Guakhdhd
Fandoms: ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Manga), ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Anime)
21 Jun 2026
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In which Ogata takes on the responsibility of feeding Tsurumi.
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Ogata and Tsurumi are at an impasse.
Ogata has been chewing on a pencil and absentmindedly swallowing little chunks of wood. In front of him is his laptop. Two tabs are open, a module on bedside manners that he got a 12 out of 25 right and a open ended question he needs to answer about proper procedure when it comes to dealing with paediatric cases. It’s the single dumbest instance of homework he had ever received.
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Usami lays twisting the sheets into knots, waking up from strange dreams until his Tokushirou shows up to save him.
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Tsurumi’s office is cold, The curtains drawn to let the light in, whatever warmth gathered there getting leeched out. A lone lantern illuminates their surroundings. Tsurumi sits with his legs spread out lazily, his coat draped over his shoulders. Taking quiet sips of tea. Ogata kneels by his feet, grasping at his knee. Deliberately creasing the mans trousers and dragging his finger nails up and down to make the fabric pill. Trying to distract himself so he doesn’t make any noise or jostle Tsurumi.
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- English
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- 1,841
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- Kudos:
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Ogata lays on the bed, staring at the wall with his neck hanging off the side. Idly tracking Tsurumi’s movements as the man gathers the dirty laundry he had been neglecting. It had been insulting first. To see Tsurumi in duck yellow gloves and a bleach stained apron
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It was windy outside, the day darkened with fat clouds moving through the sky sluggishly, Edogai strained to hear footsteps in his periphery. He was on edge, expecting the loud slam of a door or the chatter of speech. He was hunched over his work, rolling the tanned skin over and over, swinging his feet, resisting the urge to pick at his scalp or start plucking the fine baby hairs on his nape out of frustration.
His teeth squeak with how hard he is squeezing his jaw, his jaw overlapping wrong and sliding uncomfortably when he tries to force himself to relax, he winces, putting the skinning knife down, he morosely playes with the hem of the skin he was cutting. He had holed up in his study upstairs, he liked working in the living room where the light was better but he needed a break. Even the shuffle of cloth as other people moved about was getting maddening.