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    Shoko lights his cigarette first, then hers. They each take a drag and sigh.

    “Holding up okay?”

    “Oh, you know how it is when your best friend-slash-crush murders your estranged parents and takes off into the night without so much as a backward glance.” Suguru shrugs, having since settled into the strange new normal of a life devoid of Satoru.

    “Oh, so now you’ll admit you were crushing on him,” Shoko complains.

    In which Satoru Gojo defects instead.

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    04 Jan 2026

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    “Sorry, Yoshiki,” Hikaru groans as tears come out of one eye and more of him comes out of the other. “Ughh, I don’t – ”

    Yoshiki can see how hard he’s trying to calm himself down, but it just isn’t working.

    “It’s ok,” Yoshiki says, quiet. “It’s ok. Instead of shovin’ it back inside completely, can you try just...lettin’ it out? Just a little bit?”

    He has no clue how any of this works, but maybe a half-measure is better than trying to force it all at once.

    “Okay,” Hikaru says, but it sounds like a sob. More of the unknowable, incomprehensible swirl leaks out into the dark room.

    “Yoshiki – shit – ‘m sorry but can I…” Hikaru’s face – what’s visible behind the bloom of him – twists in a small kind of agony. “Can I touch you? Not much. Just – ”

    It's been years since Hikaru first took the body of Yoshiki's dead best friend. Despite everything - every horror and hurt - they managed to find a home in each other. Not quite friends or family. More and not. What they have is complicated, but precious.

    But when Yoshiki escapes their small town – to college, to Tokyo – Hikaru follows. And things start to change for them both.

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    12 Dec 2025

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    Yoshiki kept his head down and stared at his clasped hands, struggling to stay present. The 5:30 morning train to the prefecture’s capital had been the earliest one they could find.

    “Hey,” Hikaru whispered from beside him, “you think this plan will work?”

    Yoshiki frowned, pressing down on his knuckles with his fingers. Despite wearing a long sleeved shirt, his newest gnarly scar was clearly visible on his hand, covering most of it. He still couldn't get used to it. “If it doesn’t, we’re both as good as dead, so…”

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    When the mysterious company makes a move against Hikaru, he and Yoshiki are forced to flee Kubitachi, becoming a part of a plan that isn't even their own. Blindly putting their trust in Tanaka and accepting his help, the two run off to Tokyo. Things don't go how they expected. Both boys are forced to survive in an unknown environment as Hikaru is being hunted, keeping secrets from each other (and themselves) while struggling with inner turmoil.

    Underneath it all, what keeps them going is their quest for acceptance and understanding.

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    02 Dec 2025

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    Unprofessional. This was highly unprofessional.

    That was the thought Shadow Milk clung to like a life raft while her mouth was very, very busy being unprofessional against Pure Vanilla’s.

    She had meant to demonstrate. A quick, controlled example. A practical illustration of “this is how you write it, you hopeless creature,” accompanied by maybe one (1) chaste kiss.

    Instead, Pure Vanilla had her spread out beneath her on the bed, cardigan pushed up her arms, lips parted and flushed, and Shadow Milk’s sanity dangling by a thread.

    Their mouths met again, and the world narrowed to the press and pull of it— Vanilla’s soft gasp, the way her fingers fisted in Shadow Milk’s ponytail, the slight, nervous hitch of breath right before she dared to kiss back harder.

    Shadow Milk broke away first, because somebody had to.

    “T-This,” she managed, voice wrecked and breathless, “this is how you should write it. Got it?"

    “I’m still… unsure,” Pure Vanilla murmured in response, her lips brushed Shadow Milk’s cheek. “Mind if we try again?"

    Shadow Milk made a noise that was definitely not a whimper and absolutely not a prayer.

    God. Fucking. Damnit.

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    21 Nov 2025

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    Truthless Recluse held his gaze quietly, ever so slightly tilting his head to the side.

    And just like that, Shamil’s heart was caught.

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    OR: a modern AU where Pure Vanilla works in a coffee shop during the day and a stripper at night to make ends meet. What will happen when he meets a certain, rich, wickedly smart blue haired man?

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    07 Nov 2025