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  1. Public Bookmark 77

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    Suguru catches himself on his hands. He heaves and gags, lungs spasming at the taste of the curse. Bile and water splatter onto the gravel... This is humiliating.

    Something bumps against his shoulder, a water bottle. He glances up at Satoru, who’s very pointedly looking away.

    “You know, my six eyes are killing me too.”

    Suguru raises an eyebrow. What?

    OR: Suguru isn’t the only one hiding the toll that being the strongest takes on him. Turns out that's a bonding experience.

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    09 Apr 2026

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    There is no clear moment, not really, but there is one that sticks out in his mind, when he knew with a sickening sort of thud inside him, a punch to the jaw in an anything goes bare-fist fight, no chance to hide his weak spots in the aftermath.

    “No.” Suguru says, enunciating carefully, as though his lack of diction is the issue.

    “But Suguru,” Satoru whines, heavy on the last syllable, and Suguru can feel Shoko shift beside him.

    “Why do you say his name like that?” She snips before Satoru can continue with his impassioned plea or Suguru can try to intercede, cut him off. “Just say it normal, be normal.” She kicks out and misses Satoru, standing at the edge of the bed, and hits Suguru, who grunts in response. “Oops.”

    Suguru waves it off.

    “When is he ever normal?” He asks, rolling his eyes at her. Shoko snorts out a laugh, her leg resting over Suguru’s shin, a comforting warmth.

    “So true.” Shoko responds, flicking open her phone.

    “I’m literally right here.” Satoru practically shouts, tossing his sunglasses haphazardly onto Suguru’s bedside table, “terrible friendship, terrible friends,” and Suguru closes his eyes because he knows what is coming next, “Suguru,” Satoru whines again.

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    10 Mar 2026

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    Suguru dead-eyes him across the table.

    “Please listen to me, man.” Satoru says.

    “No.” Suguru responds in that long suffering way that means he’s going to listen to Satoru but he’s gonna be pissy about it first. “It’s, fucking, 7AM.” Suguru adds. Suguru is not a morning person. It’s why Satoru went and bought the fancy coffee Suguru likes and breakfast sandwiches and red bean buns. He had to go to the bakery across town to get those.

    “It’s so important.” Satoru tells him.

    “Your opening gambit at 7-fucking-AM was ‘say I’ve gotten into anal play lately, why do I leak cum before I cum?’” Suguru says with a glare.

    “Yeah.” Satoru says.

    Suguru glares even harder.

    “Well, you could answer me at least.” Satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

    “I hope you fall off a bridge and die.” Suguru tells him, but he’s unwrapping a breakfast sandwich and pulling the lid off one of the cups of coffee, so.

    “I hope you do too.” Satoru says amicably, taking a seat. He pushes some napkins toward Suguru and switches out the breakfast sandwich. Suguru likes the ones with avocado better. “So why do I?”

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    08 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    He supposes he can be too loud. Annoying. Occasionally unhinged. He’s never cared too much about these things before, but Megumi’s rejection is a particularly brutal beast, and Satoru is unfairly irritated, because beasts have always bowed down to him. This should be no exception. But it is, and his desperate attempts to change Megumi’s mind only serve to make things worse.

    (A new set of crayons in a rainbow of sixty-four? Untouched. A nightlight in the shape of a spaceship, to keep the dark at bay? Unplugged. Ginger and yuzu soda? Gone flat. He’s had to start using Suguru as a middleman just to get him to accept the offerings – the Shinto priest at the Megumi shrine.)

    But not even Suguru can convince Megumi to unpack his rucksack. It stays hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe, black, zip broken. Ready for running.

     

    (The radical act of healing your inner child.)

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    06 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 57

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    At first, he thinks: nightmare. He's never known him to have them, but today Satoru fought a man-shaped, grinning beast, pulled Riko from the quicksand of a cult and felt the cold weight of her in his arms – died, scared, alone. Suguru sees sleeplessness in their future. But when he nudges him onto his back, Satoru is awake. His eyes are open. His face is tacky, wet. He's bitten into his lip so hard that it bleeds a trail from the corner of his mouth.

    When Suguru lunges for the table lamp, it illuminates an off-white face warped with pain.

    No. Agony.

     

    (The adrenaline wears off.)

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    06 Mar 2026