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  1. Public Bookmark 26

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    And from there— it all just happened so fast. One moment, he was reaching for Koutarou, and the next, Keiji’s jaw unhinged like a snake, tearing out his jugular with a single snap of teeth. He’d barely had any time to react before it was over, blood gushing from his wound and eyes absent.

     

    (or the one where Keiji has a questionable diet)

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    27 Nov 2025

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    found this again because it’s a FAVORITE omg

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    “So, I’m getting married this weekend,” Atsumu says conversationally.

    Osamu almost chokes on his coffee. “You’re what?”

    Atsumu returns a coat to some hot guy at the coffee shop, which means they’re engaged now.

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    19 Jun 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 4

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    Hanamaki calls him the Saturday Man because he meets him on a Saturday.

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    12 Jun 2025

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    “Actually,” Takahiro starts, uncharacteristically serious. “You… Your hair smells nice.”

     “My hair?” Issei blinks.

     Takahiro nods. “Yeah.” He reaches a hand up, but doesn’t run his fingers through the curls—instead, he pushes them in at his scalp and scratches. He’s clearly very careful not to ruin the frizzy tangles on Issei’s head that are only achievable by means of product, air drying, and then sleeping-but-not-really on rough cotton pillowcases. The gesture is personal; it worms its way into Issei’s heart and takes root there, squeezing tight, pulsing in time with each of his heartbeats.

     “I don’t know what it is,” Takahiro confesses. His face is still serious, but the line of his brow is definitely easing. “Your product? Conditioner?”

     Issei shrugs. He didn’t even know about his hair smell until just now.

     “But, anyway,” Takahiro continues, and he maintains steady eye contact, although his voice is suddenly small. “Sometimes I’ll smell it on someone else, and it makes me think of you.”

     “Oh,” Issei says.

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    20 May 2025

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    fav mtshn <3

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    "Do you not know the fear my name incurs in the ranks of the race of men?" Sakusa hisses, teeth flashing in the rays of sun that filter through the cave's opening. "I was born Sakusa. They call me Medusa now."

    A moment passes. Then two. Miya's lips tip downward into a frown that betrays an air of confusion. By now, even the stupidest of soldiers would be scrabbling out of her cave as quickly as his feet could take him.

    "And I'm Atsumu," Miya repeats slowly, as if Sakusa is attempting to make her acquaintance rather than send her dashing into the hills. "Nice to meet ya."

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    13 May 2025

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    Faves (revisiting!)