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Lay me down to sleep by reflective_surfaces
Fandoms: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games)
16 Sep 2021
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Ryunosuke (re)learns how to sleep in a bed. The bed. The results vary.
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people you don't know by 夏の残像 (reflective_surfaces)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
04 Feb 2021
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If he just squeezes his eyes shut, covers his ears with his hands and counts backwards from 100.
If he does, then surely, when he opens his eyes again, he’ll be in his own bed and it’ll be August and Suguru will be on the other side of the wall, breathing quietly.
It will not have been real.
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too cold to be alone outside but you're here by 夏の残像 (reflective_surfaces) for ivorydices
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
26 Dec 2020
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Satoru has just turned twenty when he sees Suguru again.
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beyond still by 夏の残像 (reflective_surfaces)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
23 Dec 2020
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His hands still remember what Suguru’s collarbone felt underneath them, the way the protruding sharp angle bit into the meat of his palm when he clasped it.
They still know the softness of his hair and the way it felt under his fingers when Suguru let his hair down; the slight waviness to it from being confined in a hair bun for most of the day. At first Suguru would try and bat his hands away but Satoru wasn’t quick for nothing and eventually Suguru gave up and indulged him, especially once it became clear that this wasn’t Satoru’s attempt at literal pigtail pulling for once. (Though he did pull on it sometimes, of course. He couldn’t let Suguru become complacent, now, could he.)
The sensation of Suguru’s shoulder digging into the side of his temple when he rested his head on it is still there where Satoru raises his fingertips to it.
His forearms still retain the visceral memory of parrying Suguru’s kicks and punches; his knuckles and calves - what it was like to give back as good as he got.
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room temperature by 夏の残像 (reflective_surfaces)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
09 Dec 2020
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Placing his ice cold fingers on Suguru's nape used to be among Satoru's favorite ways to entertain himself. That it became so was partly Suguru's own fault, he admitted, even if only to himself.
Had he not shuddered the first time it happened. Had he only not let out that undignified yelp, a tiny, barely there exhale of breath it was, but there nevertheless.
But he had done both those things and Satoru wouldn't be Satoru if he hadn’t latched on to the involuntary reaction of Suguru’s treacherous body and the opportunity it presented in his eyes.
And then Suguru went and made it even worse still, by trying to hold it in during Satoru’s next attempt at surprising him in that manner. He should have known that Satoru was nothing if not competitive, that it would only serve to further amplify his mischief.
Really, Suguru might have just as well issued an official letter of challenge, signed and stamped, for all the preventive effect his actions had.
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in my arms, only the emptiness remains by 夏の残像 (reflective_surfaces)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
04 Dec 2020
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He wishes he could take these words back, unspoken as they were. Erase all and any trace of them before they even started forming in his head.
It's funny. Itadori didn’t even live next door for all that long. Barely three weeks and a half, if even that. And yet, now that he’s not there anymore, it’s like the world has shifted on its axis, minutely and almost imperceptibly so, but still enough to throw Fushiguro off balance.
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come back home by 夏の残像 (reflective_surfaces)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
28 Nov 2020
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The first time Suguru is woken up by the sounds of the girls’ night terrors, for a short, fleeting moment he confuses them for the cries of his mother, as several of his curses descended on her, tearing her body apart.
Except, in reality, he never gave her the chance for exclamations of shock, tears of betrayal or desperate pleas for life.
After all, his mother couldn’t see curses right up until their claws reached for her eyes. Then she couldn’t see at all but it didn’t matter as she was a lifeless shapeless heap of meat in a matter of moments anyway.