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My Dearest Rintarou,
I don’t even know how to start this letter. I have huge news. Like, gargantuan, behemoth news.
I was debating just telling you over the phone, but ultimately it’s big enough that I think I’m allowed to be dramatic about it.
Okay, I’m done stalling now lol.
My parents had this clause in their divorce whatever I didn’t know about until like 5 minutes ago, but it’s basically that I go back to live with my dad for high school. So I’m coming home!
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Nikkeshi Junko, a Japanese-American high schooler, returns to Japan after 6 years of living in Boston, Massachusetts.
She's happy to be back, but less happy to be bored and lonely.
When she is approached and asked if she'd like to help manage the boys' volleyball club at her new school, she thinks, Fuck it, I have wayyy too much free time on my hands now. Plus, I'm already close to some volleyball-obsessed freaks anyway. Why not give it a go?
Yeah, she never would've guessed how that decision would shape the rest of her life. And she'd never want anything else.
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Finally turning to meet her gaze, sunglasses perched low on his nose, Satoru shrugs. "You're the best at lullabies."
Okay. Deep breaths, Kanae. Closing her eyes, she considers.
Her knee-jerk reaction is a firm no, as it always is when the jujutsu elders are involved, but... how often is it that Satoru asks her for anything? And she owes him her life, everything she has and is and will become. Based on that alone, she has to. He'd never force her to do anything she doesn't want to, but he saved her, practically raised her, and has never asked for anything in return. How can she say no? And with a real, actual life in the balance, it's not really a choice. She can't—won't—let some innocent kid with shitty luck die.
Beyond that, though, Kanae wants to help. She wants to lighten Satoru's load, even if only a little. She wants to do good where she can, no matter the scale. For as long as she can remember, that's all she's ever wanted.
Her eyes open. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it."
He watches her with eyes that see too much.
"You're sure? You know you don't have to, right?"
"Yeah, I know," she says, smiling softly at him. "When do we leave?"
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- Part 1 of Divine Violence
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He gave me a challenging, impish sort of look, then said, “You do all my potions essays until the end of this little arrangement.”
This time, I couldn’t hold back the eyeroll, and I sighed. “Yeah, alright. As long as you don’t tell anyone about this -” I paused, looking for the right word. “- agreement. Whatsoever.”
He took a breath, releasing it slowly before saying, “Alright.”
“Alright,” I echoed, and held out my hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine, and we shook on it.
“Well then,” He said, smirking at me. “You just got yourself a boyfriend.”
There was no way this would end well. But nothing ever did, so what was the harm in trying to take control of it?
Oh, Mel. If only you knew.sirius x autistic!fem!oc fake dating fic
tags wont be updated as chapters are posted bc no spoilers (also im lazy lolz)
please read the note at the beginning!! ik that can be kind of annoying, but like theres info abt trigger warnings and such in there which is kinda important to read
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"If mythic violence is lawmaking, divine violence is law-destroying; if the former sets boundaries, the latter boundlessly destroys them; if mythic violence brings at once guilt and retribution, divine power only expiates; if the former threatens, the latter strikes; if the former is bloody, the latter is lethal without spilling blood. [...] But in annihilating it also expiates, and a profound connection between the lack of bloodshed and the expiatory character of this violence is unmistakable. For blood is the symbol of mere life.
"The dissolution of legal violence stems [...] from the guilt of more natural life, which consigns the living, innocent and unhappy, to a retribution that "expiates" the guilt of mere life—and doubtless also purifies the guilty, not of guilt, however, but of law. For with mere life, the rule of law over the living ceases.
"Mythic violence is bloody power over mere life for its own sake; divine violence is pure power over all life for the sake of the living. The first demands sacrifice; the second accepts it."
— Walter Benjamin, Selected Writings, Volume 1, 1913-1926
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