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  1. Public Bookmark 12

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    The dial tone waits patiently, like the phone itself is listening. Megumi rubs the heel of his palm against his eye, swallowing the burn in his throat.

    “Shoko-san says it’s normal to still miss you,” he mutters.

    His breath hitches as he remembers the way she’d looked at him earlier that week—tired, knowing, something too close to shared grief in her eyes.

    She was the only other person, he thinks, who understood even a fraction of the hole Satoru’s death left behind. The silent mornings. The empty notifications. The absence that made the whole world feel off-kilter.

    He wakes now to a blank phone screen—weather alerts, the noise of group chats he never answers, Yuji’s newest chaotic social post that doesn’t quite have a joke to hide the gloom in his eyes anymore.

    Megumi scrolls through them each morning pretending he’s not searching for a stupid message that will never come.

    It’s been six months after everything and Megumi dials a number he keeps coming back to.

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    29 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 1

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    Oneshots of songfics with Kaveh and Alhaitham (probably with other characters, too)

    I'm open to suggestions (because motivation and inspiration go brrr-), though I can't promise following them all.

    Might edit some stuff if it hits me-

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    18 Aug 2025

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    “The sun is not credited enough for the moon’s allure, for that beauty awes purely due to the sun’s reflecting gaze,” Al-Haitham says, his eyes locking onto Kaveh, devastatingly so.

    Somehow, time seemed to have frozen.

    Kaveh snorts, “What poetry book did you get that one from?” He tries his best not to sound too hesitant.

    Al-Haitham shakes his head, “One of my works of prose, what do you think?”

    Kaveh thinks he should run his fingers through his junior’s silvery hair and kiss him passionately while the night is young. Kaveh thinks he wants to hear a different kind of prose coming from his mouth, a harmonious one, equally beautiful— though perhaps not quite as coherent. Obviously, Al-Haitham can’t know that. 

    Ever the romantic, Kaveh seems to find it harder by the day to keep his affection for a certain Scribe at bay.

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    10 Jul 2024

  4. Public Bookmark 37

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    Alcohol had made him bold that night. That paired with the rush of victory, of pride, had made him crudely proposition Kaveh in public. It had paid off, thankfully, but he still felt uneasy, especially after Kaveh had pulled him apart that night, had stared into his eyes as Alhaitham's composure had cracked. Kaveh had agreed to court him, something that should have left him relieved. However he found himself hesitating and being overly cautious in situations in a way he hadn’t been before.

    If Alhaitham was being honest, the truth was that he was being a coward.

    They'd needed to talk for weeks. However anxiety was an old, quiet companion that left Alhaitham accommodating Kaveh more than communicating with him, unable to voice the dread coiled around his throat.

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    10 Jul 2024

  5. Public Bookmark 18

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    09 Jul 2024