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    It was always going to end like this. There was no other way it could end. Zanka knew that from the beginning, they both did.

    Was it hubris to think he could stop fate? Was it love to want to try anyways?

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    Jabber's death, and the months that lead up to it.

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    19 May 2026

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    It's been a few days since Zanka's second encounter with Jabber. The healing process has been a little different from the first time, and Zanka is finding it more and more difficult to keep Jabber off his mind. Something about the venom in his claws...

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    Zanka's addicted to Jabber muahaha

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    "GREAT! Just great! As if this could GET any better!" Zanka bites out, seething. Of course he's stuck here, injured, in a damp, dirty cell, and of course he's stuck here with fucking Jabber of all people.

    Jabber whistles appreciatively, "Man, you're in a mood today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" and cackles at his own joke. Zanka's gonna strangle him. He's gonna rip out those bars with his bare hands and use them to beat Jabber to death.

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    Zanka is taken by some people who want to study givers. Jabber is there too. This somehow makes everything both better and so much worse.

     

    Disclaimer: do NOT feed my work into generative AI or I will fucking GET you.

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    19 May 2026

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    "You don't know what you're talking about," Suguru says dismissively, his voice laced with quiet indifference and a hint of irritation. The deliberate clink of books and pens echoes in the stillness, a subtle reminder of the distance he’s putting between them. His gaze flickers toward Satoru. "And get off my desk."

    Satoru’s lips curl into a smug smile as he rolls his tongue over the lollipop hanging lazily from his mouth. Unbothered, his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Or what, Professor?"

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    Gojo Satoru knew nothing about love when he started playing his game. He knew nothing of its gifts and its sorrows and its consequences. There were only two things that he was sure about: for one, he was obsessed with space, and for another, he wanted Geto Suguru to notice him.

    The rest, all of the things that Satoru wasn't prepared for, came long after he began to play.

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    19 May 2026

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    A short fic inspired by the song ceilings by Lizzie Mcapline.

    Read this fic slow throughout the day and play the song in the background :)

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