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Primaveral (adj): of or relating to early spring
The end of the war means new beginnings for the village, and the Konoha Hospital is no exception. As the new head for a program focusing on the long-term care for shinobi affected substantially by the war, you find yourself needing to consult with the Hokage more and more. In times of peace, you never know what other new beginnings will happen.
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22 Jul 2026
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You wanted to believe it. You did believe it. At least, enough to flirt back when he leaned against the movie theater counter with that easy grin, sneaking you free strawberry ice cream, throwing popcorn at you when the managers weren’t looking. You liked the way he made you laugh, the way his hair flopped in his face when he got too caught up in a story. How he seemed dedicated enough to show up to work every day in that stupid sailor suit. He wasn’t the same guy who used to ignore you in the hallways at school, the same guy who sneered at your friends when they weren’t cool enough to be in his orbit.
Or so you thought. Because now, sitting here alone, your pretty dress damp with sweat and your stomach twisted in knots, it’s clear you were wrong.
Steve stands you up for your date on July 3rd, 1985. What could his excuse possibly be?
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17 Feb 2026
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Steve's daughter shows off a paper she made for him after school.
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- Part 28 of Requests
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17 Feb 2026
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You had fun at your birthday celebration party. And luckily, Steve was there to take care of you afterwards
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16 Feb 2026
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Touch-starved doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Steve Harrington is affection-starved. Love-starved. He’s been handing his heart out to people for years and getting scraps in return.
He was the king of a kingdom that left him stranded in his own tower.
Now, he wields proximity like armor. Like glue. Stick close, so maybe they won’t leave.
You sit next to him, he leans. You stand near him, his fingers brush yours. You yawn, and suddenly he’s cradling your head, smoothing your hair like you’re going through something traumatic.
You’re not.
You’re yawning.
And it would be funny, if it wasn’t all so completely, irreparably fucked.
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15 Feb 2026