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    Fyodor is eight, when he meets Dazai. He’s at a chess tournament and Dazai is the only one who has made it worth it. Made it interesting. He’s the only one who is playing at the same level as Fyodor. Fyodor loves chess but he hasn’t felt challenged in what seems like a long time. Not until Dazai, that is.

    They’re in the final game. Dazai and Fyodor are two children lost in a world that has nothing to do with anyone but them. Dazai has one of his eyes covered with a bandage. His hair is almost but exactly not the same color as Fyodor’s. He plays aggressively and recklessly and so carefully measured Fyodor feels it all the way to his toes, swinging in their too tight shoes, unable to touch the ground.

    They draw.

    “I’m Dazai.” Dazai says afterward. Like Fyodor, English is slightly stilted on Dazai’s tongue, rounded awkwardly around different syllables than it should be.

    “I’m Fyodor.” Fyodor responds. Dazai mouths Fyodor’s name to himself. “It’s Russian.” Fyodor explains quietly, used to other children not being able to say his name, teasing him.

    “Fyodor.” Dazai repeats. “You’re good at chess.” He adds bluntly.

    Fyodor feels something stronger than happiness, quiet and content, low in his soul.

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    Unbelievable. Suguru felt his eyelid twitch, fists curling with the desire to beat Gojo Satoru senseless on his balcony, but before Suguru could even pull his fists out of his pockets, Satoru had slid back over to where he’d pushed him, pale hands gripping the fabric of his pants just above his knees. He looked up at Suguru, sitting up on his knees, his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his perfect nose enough to show off his eyes in their full glory, and those plump pink lips puckered out to form a cute little pout.

    Fuck.

    Suguru never stood a chance.

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    13 Mar 2024

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    “I think I’m dying.”

     

    There was silence on the other end, long enough for Gojo to open his mouth to repeat what he said, or for an inkling of panic that the call had disconnected to start to sprout in the back of his mind, but Getou’s voice brought him back down with a simple:

     

    “...What?”

    or Gojo gets the flu and Getou takes care of him.

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  4. Public Bookmark 22

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    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.


    A series of vignettes of Satoru and Suguru under the blanket of nighttime.

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    03 Dec 2024

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    Yaga levels them all with a look. "You're being reassigned."

    Shoko sighs. Oh boy.

    Twin scrapes can be heard as Satoru and Suguru leap up, voices overlapping in protest.

    or, Satoru and Suguru get separate assignments; this is widely considered a bad move

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    12 Dec 2024