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    “Oh my god, are you crying? Because you didn't get his number?”

    Shoko sounds just as appalled as Satoru feels, and he makes a dramatic noise as he buries his face in the pillow she’d served back to him.

    “Yes,” he pouts, sniffling. “Yes, I am.”

    “Dude.” She shoves him with a foot, knocking the pillow out of his hands. “It’s just one guy.”

    Offended, Satoru gapes at her. “He is not just some guy!” he protests.

    “He’s not?”

    “No! He's my - he’s my Cinderella!” Satoru wails.

    Satoru Gojo thinks there's something familiar about the guy who's started giving him free coffee every time he comes into the shop. He just - can't figure out what it is.

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    28 May 2026

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    “I’m just saying,” Satoru says, like what he’s just said didn’t completely open Suguru’s skull and smash his brain like berries, “now please, sir, might I smoke some of your marijuana.”

    “No.” Suguru says automatically, moving his vape away from Satoru’s searching hands. “Also stop fucking talking like that.”

    “My man, let me hit that.” Satoru tries, reaching for the pen and tumbling forward. He’s off balance because he’s been drinking– barely but still– which is why he’s not allowed to hit Suguru’s vape. He lands solidly on Suguru’s chest, laughs, and then tilts his face up toward Suguru with a pout. “Suguru,” he whines.

    “You’re a menace.” Suguru tells Satoru, pinching his cheek. “Especially when your dumbass is cross faded. Last time you spent three hours crying on my bed because you thought the world was spinning wrong and you were worried about marine life and coastal ecological impacts via the Coriolis effect.”

    “Whale fall.” Satoru says suddenly, sounding mournful, and then he puts his head back on Suguru’s chest and bursts into tears.

    Suguru pats Satoru’s head soothingly. He does feel vaguely frantic that Satoru is crying, but–

    “You would subscribe to my OnlyFans?” He asks.

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    26 May 2026

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    The guy holds a finger up at Yuuta and it’s gently menacing, the way he waves it in Yuuta’s face, the way his eyes say stay still without him having to say anything at all. When he seems certain Yuuta isn’t going to move, he redirects his attention to his phone and types furiously. Yuuta vaguely notices his thin gold rings, the fact that a few of the guy’s nails are painted black, scraped up like he uses his hands a lot and hadn’t bothered to repaint them.

    Then the guy shoves his phone in Yuuta’s face.

    Yuuta goes a little cross-eyed trying to see it. He puts his hand on the guy’s wrist to steady the phone and pull it away from his face so he can actually see whatever he is being shown. Yuuta realizes, once his fingers connect around the guy's slim wrist, overlapping a little, that touching him like this is pretty forward of Yuuta– but also this dude is shoving a phone in his face, so maybe it’s fine.

    The phone is open to the notes app and says:

     

    i’m mute. i literally can’t talk pretty much at all. stop running away from me, asshole. why are you so freaky fast?

     

    “Uh.” Yuuta says.

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    24 May 2026

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    “We have a problem.” Satoru announces, slamming into Suguru’s studio two days later. He feels guilty. Like so so guilty.

    “That so?” Suguru asks from his bed, lounging in a pair of sweats, his shirt hiked up. He scratches at his happy trail and glances over at Satoru. His demeanor changes instantly at whatever he sees on Satoru’s face. He swings his feet off his low bed, sitting up and leaning forward. “Satoru, what’s wrong?”

    Satoru situates himself on the bed next to Suguru, crossing his legs and sitting so they’re facing each other. He meets Suguru’s eyes and cannot speak. Totally blank brain. Suguru touches his knee gently, probably about to say something helpful and kind like take your time or whatever you need.

    For some reason, Satoru panics.

    “I can’t come.” He announces, much louder than he needs to. “Unless I’m thinking about you.”

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    16 Apr 2026

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    "What's your max chest press?" she asks absently. "Forty kilos? Fifty?"

    Suguru chuckles at that, like she's said something funny. It rips Satoru from her staring, and she whips back towards her friend quickly enough that her ponytail whirls around and smacks her in the face.

    "What? That was a serious question!"

    "Satoru," Suguru grins, still laughing. "Babe."

    "Yeah?" she demands, a little petulant.

    "I can bench press you," she says, and oh -

    But isn't that a thought.

    Satoru discovers Suguru can (more or less) throw her around like a rag doll. It throws her entire world for a loop.

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    16 Apr 2026