4 Works by SplattTown
Listing Works
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The man hums, his lips cracking into a small smile as he turns back to Ritsuka. Fingers still splayed against the glass. And, sure, he might be crazy. But Ritsuka swears he hears angels sing.
“So weird.”
The man huffs. His eyes lock onto the embroidery of his uniform for seemingly the first time. They shine, as he looks back up.
“You work here?” He asks, almost hopefully. Something about it sends a shiver down Ritsuka’s spine. He nods. And the man wastes no time in turning to face him fully.
“Could you tell me more?”
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Or, Uenoyama Ritsuka loves sea life, so much so that he decides to work at an aquarium where he meets a handsome stranger who’s weirdly interested in the animals as well. (Mafuyu sato)
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God has favorites (And I’m one of them) by SplattTown
Fandoms: Given (Manga), Given (Anime)
24 May 2025
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The man hums, his lips cracking into a small smile as he turns back to Ritsuka. Fingers still splayed against the glass. And, sure, he might be crazy. But Ritsuka swears he hears angels sing.
"So weird."
The man huffs. His eyes lock onto the embroidery of his uniform for seemingly the first time. They shine, as he looks back up.
"You work here?" He asks, almost hopefully. Something about it sends a shiver down Ritsuka's spine. He nods. And the man wastes no time in turning to face him fully.
"Could you tell me more?"
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Or, Venoyama Ritsuka loves sea life, so much so that he decides to work at an aquarium where he meets a handsome stranger who's weirdly interested in the animals as well. (Mafuyu sato)
(Originally a multi chapter fic cut down to a Oneshot, for those craving more the rest is on my page, enjoy!🎸)
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Objectively, Uenoyama is amazing.
And the issue that comes along with that, is that Mafuyu isn’t the only person to recognize this fact..
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Mafuyu’s thoughts before and during Uenoyama’s talk with Kasai, which, he is not told the context of.
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The lights buzzed overhead, cigarette smoke seeping through the crack in the door. Faint sounds of chatter and shoes on wood thrum through the walls. And Uenoyama notices it all. Because, why not you know? It’s not like his heart raced in sync with the taps on the wood. Or his face burned in tandem with the droning of the artificial glow. And of course his breath speeding up was from that smoke! What else could it be? He chuffs, sweat rolling down his face as his throat bobs. Eyes closing, skin crinkling.
Maybe, this was bad.
“Uenoyama.”
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Or, Uenoyama is in denial.