5 Works by chaioffline
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Akira sets the glass back on the ledge, right at its edge, and smirks at her. “I hope you didn’t have any other plans for tonight.”
Goro eyes the dangerously perched glass. “No?”
Akira smiles. “Good.” And knocks the glass right over onto Goro’s dress.
Or, on the anniversary of her mother's death, Goro walks into a bar in Kichijoji. There, she meets a bartender.
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Kurusu breathes, his eyes flitting down to Goro’s lips. “Have we gone far enough yet?”
His stomach flips, “—far enough?”
Kurusu’s voice is deep, secretive. Goro wants to throw him off and pierce him through. He wants to grab at his hair and tug. He wants every part of him, bleeding and ruined.
“To satiate you.” Kurusu murmurs. “Is this enough, Crow?”
Or, sometimes you need to fuck your rival in a alleyway and beg him to hurt you. Against your better judgement. -
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Akira resisted the urge to bang his head against the loveseat once more, envisioning the bastard wrapping his arms around Goro’s waist, imagining him kissing his ear, murmuring things to make him laugh.
“I have to kill him.” He vowed quietly.
“—Please don’t do that.” Ryuji’s chiding voice reminded him.
Or, Akira's been in love with his best friend for the better half of a decade. Unfortunately for him, Yu Narukami has taking a laden interest in his roommate, and decided to swoop in and and steal Goro from him. -
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A conversation between two dying stars in a laundromat, and a stained shirt.
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Goro finds himself alone on a train-cart with some fanboys. They indulge in their fantasies.
Goro bit his tongue while he was ahead, getting on his knees to scrabble for his smarmy briefcase that had slid under the transit-booth.
“Nice ass kid.”
At this, Goro whipped his head back to sneer at the drunkard. What the fuck?! He thought. “What the fuck?!” He said, briefcase forgotten for a moment. Instead, all his focus was on the swaying salaryman. Goro snarled at him like a rabid mutt, though his kneeled position on the floor painted him as a minuscule chihuahua.
The man let out a hearty laugh, “it seems you heard me the first-time pretty boy.”