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    “Is it really him?” Satoru asks, becoming serious.

    Shoko sticks the cigarette in her mouth and takes her time lighting it. It’s not exactly proper bedside manner, but right now, it’s just the two of them, and neither of them care. “All traces of whatever it was possessing him are gone,” she answers slowly after taking a deep drag. “It’s him, alright. But you knew that already.”

    Gojo Satoru wakes up.

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    22 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 51

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    It festers in him and drives him mad slowly. The memory of Satoru begging, the feel of his waist in Suguru’s arms, his body in his lap, his lips on him.

    If Suguru used to think about his best friend a lot, now it’s blown past any semblance of rationality.

    You taste good, Satoru had slurred into his neck. Suguru dreams about it probably every night. Probably, every night he dreams of the way Satoru sounds when his voice breaks on a moan, when his lips let past a plea.

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    Satoru seems fine to keep on living as they always have, even after they'd damn-near almost hooked up, coming back home from a party. Suguru has wanted him for so long, that one taste sends him spiraling.

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    15 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 41

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    Now, the edges of his mind blurred soft and fuzzy by smoke, there's that voice in the back of his head, chanting how no, he won't ever get married. All he's ever wanted is painted golden by the street lamps, eighteen years old, getting high on an abandoned bridge, and pretending he doesn't want him back just as devastatingly much.

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    "We're still sticking together, yeah?"

    "Of course." Despite this mess they've gotten themselves into here, in each other's arms, balancing on some cusp where they're not-quite lovers – Satoru doesn't even have to think about it. Of course, always, always.

    "Then I guess I won't have to miss it. It was never about the bridge, or the street, or the stars, was it? I just like it here because that's where you are."

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    Or: last summer before college, some things are long overdue

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    14 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 84

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    Satoru's touch is as cool as it's warm, and Suguru's cursed energy is, apparently, as burning as it's the navy blue of a starry night. And he is bursting with nerves and the urge to kiss, and to bite, and to consume, to become - and he's as calm as ever, confident that their flesh had been crafted precisely for this: for this, this closeness, this unity, Satoru's palm against his cheek. All paradoxes circling each other like beta fish.

    He doesn't yet know where to go with it, Satoru's tender description of his very soul. He wishes he could say it back, that he could see the very essence of Satoru too rather then just feel it, like a blind man grasping at a great piece of art, trying to understand color just by feeling the ridges the paintbrush left. Instead, all he can think of is Blue, blue, blue of his eyes and blue of the cool touch of his hand and Blue of their power and of their curse and of their Infinity.

    All he think to say is, like a call, maybe like a prayer: "Satoru"

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    Or: Satoru's favourite color is one no one but him can see. Suguru's is blue.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    “Did you?”

    “Did I what?”

    “Ever dream of me?”

    Laughter.

    “No, no! Never. I’m not that sentimental. Besides.” He pauses, like the first blue clouds at dawn. "You are more than anything my dreams could have made up."

     

    Here, in this home with barely anything in it, how the love runs down the walls like paint, how heavy it is in the beams that hold up the ceiling, how it’s flowing even now in the water pipes, and filling all the empty spaces, just like furniture waiting to be uncovered.

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    13 Jun 2026