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    “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

    Satoru sighs. He combs fingers through silky black strands, where he’s already pulled it free from all knots. He takes awhile to answer, and then, he says:

    “Wanna know a secret? It’s kind of horrible.”

    Suguru seems confused, a little out of it. He whispers back “Sure.”

    Satoru looks at him meaningfully, and says,

    “I don’t care.”

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    Or: It took some time, for Satoru to get over himself enough to see his best friend spiralling. Shoko cracks open the windows to Suguru's stuffy room and makes them lunch and thinks maybe late is better than never.

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    07 Jul 2026

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    “Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.

    Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”

    That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?

    “Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”

    Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.

    “All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”

    Satoru did not believe him.

    Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    Gojo had accepted what his relationship with Geto was. They were 'Satoru and Suguru, platonic life partners.'

    Sure, sometimes he still wondered how all that thick black hair would feel slipping through his fingers. Sometimes he dreamt about what it would be like to press into the space between them and get a taste of what he really wanted.

    But what they had was fine. Definitely, completely fine.

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    Geto had to stop this ridiculous pining.

    Satoru was his best friend. His everything, really. They would die for each other, and Geto knew that.

    But Satoru would never be his boyfriend. If Geto’s stupid heart hadn’t realized that by now, then he’d just have to take a more proactive approach to get over his crush.

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    (At 20 years old - sharing an apartment and joint Jujutsu missions - Geto and Gojo are inseparable. But it takes Geto going on a first date for them to start to figure out their feelings.)

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    03 Jul 2026

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    Eight months ago, at the tender age of seventeen, Suguru lost his right arm in a terrible accident. Gone was his talent and his love for art and drawing. Sometimes he wonders if he didn't lose his heart, too.

    Unable to draw, he turns to watching a lot of anime, reading tons of manga and a bit of fanfics as well. Enter mysterious SixEyes on Ao3.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Pure Vanilla was the most annoying, most aggravating, most foolish cookie Shadow Milk had ever met.

    It would be expected that, after such a statement, some may wonder what Pure Vanilla did. Was he acting rude, or selfish, or cruel?

    No! In fact, it was worse than all three of those things combined!

    Pure Vanilla was too gentle. And Shadow Milk was tired of it.

     

    OR 5 times Shadow Milk tries and fails to get Pure Vanilla to rail him properly, and the 1 time he succeeds.

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    01 Jun 2026