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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    hirose has been called many things. a good kid. a kind guy. occasionally, a fast guy. a smart guy. a funny guy. a caring guy. a dependable guy. a gentle guy. an earnest guy. a helpful guy. a doe-eyed, soft-haired, beautiful guy.

    till yesterday, he's never been called a charming guy.

    or, hirose thinks about what charming means to him

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    25 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    When Takeuchi takes playing a prank on Hirose too far, Nakamura can't stop himself from intervening. This has consequences for them both.

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    25 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 2

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    On their one-year anniversary, Stolas wants to give Blitzø something special, something he’s always felt he’s been lacking.

    But when the simple transformation spell doesn't work quite as planned, Stolas end up creating far more of a gift than he intended.

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    25 Jun 2026

  4. Rec 28

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    Then, she started wrapping Jabber’s chest in rope. The bruises there were more visible—scratches, purplish patches over her arms and shoulders that looked painful to the touch. When the rope pressed over one of the bruise, though, Jabber inhaled sharply, involuntarily.

    Zanka loosened the rope immediately. “Shit—sorry, I didn't—”

    Jabber waved a hand. “No. It’s good.”

    Zanka’s expression verged on disbelief, like she didn’t trust her own ears. “Good?”

    Jabber lifted her head to meet her eyes, a crooked smile playing on her lips. She was certain her black eye made the picture slightly worrisome but she didn’t care. Her voice was raspy when she said, “tighter.”

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    OR jabber sidequested so hard that she ends up as a model for a hot butch. she ain't complaining though.

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    24 Jun 2026

  5. Rec 64

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    Didn't Matsumura like Hirose? Loved him even. He was obsessed with Hirose.......so.....what's this thing going on now with Nakamura?

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    21 Jun 2026

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    "The point," he says, from behind his palms, "is that I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know what this is. I had a system. I had a shoebox. And now I'm just — showing up. Like an idiot. For someone who isn't even supposed to be the one I—"

    He stops himself. Too late. The sentence is already halfway out the door, and they both heard the shape of where it was going.

    Nakamura doesn't say anything for a moment. When he finally does, his voice is quieter than Matsumura's ever heard it, none of the stammer, none of the deflecting — just something plain and a little stunned.

    "You came all this way," he says slowly, like he's working out the math himself, "to sit on a bench. With me."

    "Don't make it sound profound," Matsumura mutters, face hot, refusing to look up. "It's pathetic. I'm aware it's pathetic."

    "I don't think it's pathetic."

     

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    "I think," he says slowly, "you're used to loving people who make you feel like you have to earn it. Like there's a quota. Like eventually you'll do too much, or feel too much, and that's when it stops." He tilts his head up to look at him properly. "I don't work like that. I don't think I want either of us to work like that."

    Kosei's breath catches slightly, throat tight in a way that has nothing to do with sadness.

    "Okay," he says, voice a little rough.

    "Okay," Okuto echoes, settling back down, smiling faintly against his chest. "So. No classes. No quota. Just this."

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