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    Collection of my Gachiakuta fics

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    Collection of works focusing on MHA

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    A collection of Matt Murdock stories by yours truly.

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  1. Public Bookmark 32

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    Zanka had always had a particularly sensitive sense of smell, even as a child. It was something he was forced to hide as a Nijiku son, as this sensitivity didn't always work in his favour. Strong, heavy smells would linger in his head, making him dizzy and nauseous, until all he could think of was getting away from them, overstimulated and shaking. His family had seen it as a point of weakness, though it often felt to him that every part of himself was a potential weakness growing up.
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    Or Zanka is picky with the smells he likes, it just so happens that he really likes Follo's.

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    16 Dec 2025

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    Best work ever

  2. Public Bookmark 50

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    "Suicide is the only truly serious philosophical question. Everything else is mere decoration."

    Satoru stared at him in silence, chewing over the statement rather than reflecting on it. To him, it sounded less profound than the other man's calm tone suggested.

    "Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus." He added, when silence lingered too long. His gaze, locked onto the doctor's crystalline eyes, never wavered again. From his hospital bed, he could still taste the sterile stiffness of the sheets — yet not once did he complain. Not even in a whisper.

    Satoru shrugged. "I'm afraid I'm not too close to that line of thought."

    "Say, doc," he interrupted softly, almost immediately. "Have you ever thought about death?"

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    Or, Satoru, an emergency room doctor, is faced with a patient—Suguru, who had attempted to take his own life. Something stirs in his chest, a feeling he can’t quite name.

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    09 Dec 2025

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    Actually insane, heavy like a childhood blanket stuffed to the brim with memories you run from. Def need to reread <3

  3. Public Bookmark 62

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    How do you live forever if the one you love cannot?

    An immortal Yuuji and a mortal Megumi try to find out.

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    "Just die with me, then," Megumi said, the words so soft and so terrible they barely registered on the wind.

    Yuuji's head snapped up, his eyes wide with a horror that was more genuine than anything Megumi had seen from him all day. "What?"

    "You heard me," Megumi said, his gaze unwavering. "If you're so scared of outliving me, then don't. Live with me. Fight with me. Laugh with me. Eat ramen with me. Love me. And when my time comes, you can die with me. Or you can live, and you can carry my memory with you. But don't you dare try to spare me by stealing all the years we have left. I won't let you."

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    07 Dec 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 10

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    “kazuya,” youichi spoke as soon as kazuya answered the call. kazuya’s eyebrows furrowed. youichi’s voice sounded strange.

    “hmm? yeah?”

    “something’s…happened,” said youichi, rather cryptically.

    something akin to panic rose in kazuya’s chest. there were so many things it could be but, chief among them, seidou stood out in kazuya’s mind.

    “what?” kazuya said. there was a slight tremor in his fingers. he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. “youichi. what is it?”

    youichi let out a shaky, shuddery sigh.

    “kazuya, chris-senpai…died last night.”

    kazuya has spent a decade and a half running from chris and eijun and their stupidly perfect relationship. then chris dies. kazuya has to stop running.

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    18 Sep 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 20

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    Follo remembers when he had first seen Zanka in vivid clarity. It was a cold day in the north ward, toxic snow drifted lazily to the ground as it always did. The sight was a strange mix of toxicity and beauty in this awful world he lived in. The murmuring of the same people he always spoke to droned around him, except there was a spark of something different in the air that day. He had run there, afraid of who he might see, one of the faceless mob, leaning forward to get a single look, a single taste of those that were brave, those that were special. Afraid to see that he had remained here whilst his friend had succeeded him. He hadn't seen his friend though, instead his breath was caught. He understood the mob at once, this was the sight of someone special.

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    Or I just wanted to write a fluffy piece about these two boys with inferiority complexes and this is what I got.

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    20 Nov 2025

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    LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO actually in love with the characterization and little nuances of their dynamic. Dialogue ???? Yup!!!!