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  1. Public Bookmark 54

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    “It’s defective,” Satoru announces as he swings into the morgue, purple cat-carrier in hand. “You got me a defective cat.”

    “She’s defective,” Shoko sighs, peeling off her gloves. She peers into the carrier when Satoru places it down on the slab, brows pinching. She tilts her head left, then right. The creature inside snuffles. “Looks fine to me.”

    “It breathes wrong,” he complains, “and it keeps making this coughing noise. It snores like a fucking pensioner – look, let me just—”

    “Don’t you dare release your cat into a sterile environment,” Shoko snaps, slapping his hands away from the clips. “She shouldn’t even be in here.”

    Satoru looks pointedly at the cursed blood dripping, violet and viscous, from the opposite mortuary cot. “Right,” he drawls. Then: “Can you send it back?”

    She stares at him. “You did not just ask that.”

     

    (Following the tragedy of Christmas Eve 2017, Shoko gets Satoru a cat. She has asthma.)

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    20 Sep 2026

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    It was undoubtedly the charm of something new, unique - no one else on campus had tattoos swirling beneath the collar of their shirt, or so many piercings littering their ears that they’d make an airport scanner have a meltdown. But what bubbled in Gojo’s stomach as he watched these little scenes play out from a table over, shouldered by his frat brothers, was nothing more than mild irritation. And the relief he felt pour over him when Geto smiled and shut them down with a practised ease was simply relief that he hadn’t taken one of the girls out of the dating pool. That was all. It had to be.

    Satoru Gojo is the star quarterback of his college football team. On the surface, he’s a walking stereotype - popular, handsome, loves sports and beer pong and partying. On paper, Suguru Geto is his polar opposite - a too cool for school cinephile who’d much rather have his nose stuffed in a book than attend some frat party.
    And for some unknown reason, something about him just rubs Gojo the wrong way.

    What’s that saying, never judge a book by its cover?

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    12 Sep 2026

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    Suguru smiles. “Nice to meet you, Satoru,” he says softly. “I hope this makes your weekend a little brighter.” He begins to walk away, but something stops him from leaving.

    He turns to Satoru again, staring at him with those gentle eyes, “You’re far too pretty to be upset, Satoru.” Then he’s off again.

    Satoru's floored.

    Worndown babysitter and tutor Satoru meets local firefighter Suguru and learns what it means to be in love.

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    23 Aug 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 30

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    The receipt was just the beginning. He'd told himself he'd stop after that, just one thing, just enough to ease the pressure behind his ribs, but his hands moved faster than his resolve. The next cup was already in his grip and in the dustbin before he could think, fingers wiping condensation rings with the hem of his shirt. Muscle memory carved through years, before his father’s footsteps reached the door. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until his lungs burned, and when he exhaled, it came out shaky, uneven.

    The door clicked open, and Seonghwa froze. 'It wasn't done! There was so much to do! Why was he so early?!' But then he turned and saw Hongjoong, coffee cups and sandwiches in hand, brows furrowing, and he exhaled, all adrenaline leaving him. 'Right. Right. He wasn't at home. Appa wasn't here, just Hongjoong, Hongjoong wasn't going to do anything. It was okay, everything was okay.'

     

    Where Seonghwa has experiences he needs to process and Hongjoong is initially confused but manages to help Seonghwa heal, albeit accidentally.

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    17 Jul 2026

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    And Satoru knows, logically, that the kid bears even less similarity to Toji than Satoru does. Logically, he knows that blood bears no destiny, that Megumi bears no responsibility for the things that his father did or didn’t do, the consequences he did or didn’t create.

    But what good does logic do? The problem being dead doesn’t mean it’s dead at all, just different.

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    15 Jul 2026