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Cold by backwardchickenlegs
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime), 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)
30 Jun 2026
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Yoshiki wants to know if some part of Hikaru still lives inside the possessed version. He gets a complicated answer. And they have sex about it.
It was cold inside him. Yoshiki thought.
Like marinated chicken. It was his first thought, his first audible thought.
And then Hikaru moaned and now he was thinking about it. Now the sounds Hikaru made were sticking to him and overriding rational thought.
It was cold. He reminded himself… because Hikaru is dead.
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In the heat of the moment by lucanidaze
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime)
05 Jun 2026
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After Hikaru fails to show up for class, Yoshiki rushes to Hikaru’s house to apologize for the horrible things he said the other day. They share a tender moment of understanding. With emotions running high, Hikaru makes a move Yoshiki would have never expected. And who could blame him for indulging in the delusion?
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liquid smooth by schoolboy
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime)
13 Jul 2025
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“Why’re you hard?” Hikaru’s tone wasn’t demeaning, but pure genuine curiosity. His voice is airy, floating somewhere from the top of Yoshiki’s head. “It feels good for me, but why does it feel good for you?”
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we'd learn how our bodies work by hartbeat for Plugnuts
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)
19 May 2025
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hikaru gains a new appreciation for human bodies through yoshiki.
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Touch me, make me feel like I am breathing by natasinim
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)
23 Apr 2025
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“Yoshiki?”
“Hm?”
“...You liked Hikaru, didn't you?”
His body stilled. As warm as the night was, the bedsheets were suddenly unbearably cold. “...Yeah, of course. He was my best frien-”
“No, like. You liked liked him. Like, uh. Like the Yasaburou heir.”
Yoshiki was silent. I’m not sick. Or at least that's what he wanted to believe. He had the impression there were a million eyes staring at him from out the window, and another million eyes sprouting from the walls, a watermelon made only of seeds.
“Did he like you back?”