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[eterxeo]

the fact that more ppl don't write yuta is genuinely so evil like hello????

[eterxeo]

unfortunately I'm super slow on tumblr since I've been busy with work and school, but I'm going to try to get a few asks out a week instead of overwhelming myself trying to get all of them done. that being said I'm still super active on discord since that's easier for me so if anyone wants to write more on there I'd be happy to! I'm also in the process of revamping my toge account so that will be coming soon.

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BARBIE (2023) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

i'm definitely not thinking about death anymore!

i've never seen this kind of malfunction.

am i being too technical?

if you ask me, you're responsible for this, too.

to be honest, when i found out the patriarchy wasn't just about horses, i lost interest.

i just gave you a choice so you could feel like you're in control!

how will i get back?

this happened once before.

i just don't want to leave!

you'll be such a hero to them!

i feel appreciated but not ogled.

i hate it when people think. i'm so bored.

the faster i figure this out, the faster we get home.

i'm not pretty anymore!

humans have only one ending. ideas live forever.

you're so beautiful.

how come you're so amazing!

i worked very hard, so... i deserve it!

you're the voice of a generation.

this makes me emotional, and i'm expressing it.

i got us both ice creams!

i think you have that the wrong way around.

how much of that did you see?

let's get you up on your feet.

you should heal up in no time.

this night is just perfect!

please call my mother.

i thought i might stay over tonight.

does the label "long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend" mean nothing to her?

i'm great at doing stuff.

it is literally impossible to be a woman.

we always have to be extraordinary, but somehow we're always doing it wrong.

never forget that the system is rigged.

find a way to acknowledge that, but also always be grateful.

it's too hard!

i'm just so tired of watching myself and every single other woman tie herself in knots so that people will like us.

i was arrested for tax evasion.

i smell like basement.

what are you doing here?

did you bring your rollerblades?

i literally go nowhere without them!

do you guys ever think about dying?

i'll play the guitar at you.

yeah, i'm... confused about that.

it's like i've been in a dream where i was really invested in the zack snyder cut of "justice league."

can i talk to a doctor?

i need a clicky pen.

somebody get security.

i've never seen the godfather.

every night is a boy's night.

i just don't know who i am without you.

i only exist within the warmth of your gaze.

i'm just a little blond guy who can't do flips.

you guys aren't doing patriarchy very well.

men hate women and women hate women. it's the one thing we can all agree on.

you don't have your license.

you can be brainwashed, or you can be ugly. there's nothing in between.

she's not dying, she's just having an existential crisis.

i'm sensing some kind of ententre here... and it appears to be double.

who am i to burst their bubble?

you use your imagination!

you can ask me any question you want.

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MORE TWO WORD PROMPTS *  assorted two word sentences, adjust as necessary

that's tough.

nice try.

so long.

get lost.

you win.

one more.

i failed.

that's impossible.

try again.

no shot.

believe me.

so... tomorrow?

call me?

too harsh.

this way!

be proactive.

think again.

don't move.

keep low.

you’re joking.

nobody knows.

you coming?

get fucked.

stop that.

not here.

watch yourself.

let’s go.

stay here.

no way.

don’t stop.

keep quiet.

be still.

stop yelling!

now what?

i knew.

where to?

i’m done.

don’t shoot.

try me.

it stopped.

i’m sick.

you’re right.

we’re fucked.

absolutely not.

you’re serious.

you bitch.

fuck off.

eat shit.

nice outfit.

slow down.

no trespassing.

what now?

i’m lost.

since when?

listen here.

who’s that?

go away.

leave now.

stay down.

please stop.

i’m certain.

this sucks.

please listen.

everything hurts.

nevermind that.

fuck you.

we agree?

you knew?

how come?

it’s you.

i disagree.

that’s them.

you’re miserable.

we can’t.

everyone leaves.

it’s raining.

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&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue  prompts  taken  from the script of  everything  everywhere  all  at  once  (2022),  directed  by  daniel  kwan  and  daniel  scheinert.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit. )

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ stop changing the subject. ❜

❛ every day i fight, i fight for all of us. ❜

❛ what are you doing? what is wrong? ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜

❛ we can make our own way. please, come with me. ❜

❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.❜

❛ i am not your husband. at least not the one you know. i am another version of him from another life path, another universe. ❜

❛ i’m here because we need your help.❜

❛ sorry, very busy today. no time to help you– ❜

❛ all those years of searching have brought me here. to this universe. to you. ❜

❛ i’m here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. ❜

❛ i'm not ready to fight yet. ❜

❛ maybe we don't have a choice. ❜

❛ now, you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences. ❜

❛ i... want to lie here. ❜

❛ how often do people literally die laughing? ❜

❛ my husband won't even kill a spider. how are you the same person? ❜

❛ we are talking about infinity. if you can imagine it, somewhere out there, it exists. ❜

❛ how did i die? ❜

❛ i've seen you die a thousand ways. in a thousand worlds. in every single one, you were murdered. ❜

❛ what!? who wants me dead? ❜

❛ you’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? something is off. your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way, even your coffee tastes... wrong. ❜

❛ maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married. ❜

❛ i never said that. ❜

❛ you didn’t have to. it’s the way you look at me. ❜

❛ can’t you see it? how wonderful it would be if you came with me? ❜

❛ i saw my life without you. i wish you could have seen it. it was beautiful. ❜

❛ shhh, you're not thinking straight. ❜

❛ what is worse than death? ❜

❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜

❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜

❛ there is no good, there is no evil. there is only “goovil”. ❜

❛ if you can imagine it, you have fucked it. ❜

❛ do not be so closed minded that you blind yourself from the truth! ❜

❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜

❛ you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything. ❜

❛ you can't remember anything because your bodies were under the control of other universes. ❜

❛ you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? ❜

❛ how can you defeat her in every universe, if you can't even kill her in one? ❜

❛ the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. ❜

❛ i cannot lose another loved one to the darkness. ❜

❛ i know you have feelings. feelings that make you so sad. that make you just want to give up. that is not your fault. ❜

❛ i'll see you again soon, somewhere out there in all that noise. ❜

❛ just think happy thoughts. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ i'm the one you've been looking for. ❜

❛ i’m the one who will defeat you. ❜

❛ you’re finally free, like me. ❜

❛ you don't have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. ❜

❛ before, you were asking about "our daughter". it's crazy, but it really got me thinking. what if you had come with me all of those years ago? ❜

❛ all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... ❜

❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜

❛ i'm sorry about ruining everything, i– ❜

❛ we're all stupid. small stupid little humans. it's like our whole deal. ❜

❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜

❛ when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right. ❜

❛ please! can we just stop fighting! ❜

❛ you tell me that it's a cruel world and we're all just running around in circles. i know that. i've been on this earth just as many days as you. ❜

❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜

❛ i know you go through life with your fists held tight. you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one too. this is how i fight. ❜

❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜

❛ you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. ❜

❛ you aren’t unlovable. there is always something to love. ❜

❛ even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we’d all be very good with our feet! ❜

❛ in a universe where we both agree that no one could love you, if we look hard enough, something will prove us wrong. ❜

❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜

❛ maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. ❜

❛ i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. ❜

❛ out of all of the places i could be, why would i want to be here with you? ❜

❛ i still want to be here with you. i will always want to be here with you. ❜

❛ i will cherish these few specks of time. ❜

[eterxeo]

clearing my inbox to keep my head on straight , sorry if i didn't get to ur asks i had a busy couple of weeks ! sending out some new prompts in a bit . <3

[eterxeo]

its like forced one sided polyamory that's so sad and you got put in second place. I'm sorry. rp turned into a popularity competition a long time ago. Hope you find someone comfy with you.

but I am comfy with them and they are comfy with me? i really don't see it as a negative thing to include different ppl in a hobby that you love , it rly doesn't have anything to do with popularity . i appreciate the concern but this is really not something im worried about at all , i want my writing partners to be happy and explore where they need to . if it made me uncomfortable i have free will to disengage , but it's literally fine . im not like a victim of circumstance or something lol I'm good and the vibes are good . im sorry if it's something you disagree with that rubs you the wrong way tho , i guess we just have different mindsets . as long as i get to write , im happy ! 💕

[eterxeo]

You partnered up with a Geto writer and they already replaced you with a different Gojo? Youch this place is brutal

no one replaced anyone bb , i'm not here to monopolize anyone's time & there's a million talented writers out there who deserve love too ! this place is what we make of it .

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i have a handful of asks to clear out , which i'll be getting to tuesday !

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i don't know what i'm supposed to do i'm 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 by the 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 of you , take me back to the night we met .

PRIVATE . SELECTIVE . GOJO SATORU . WRITTEN BY RAIN .

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hours may as well be lifetimes . try as she may there hadn’t been a word that had broken through beyond the first half hour of their lesson . sitting here was a bore & petulant thoughts wandered to the idea that suguru had asked for this knowing satoru would follow close behind , just to punish him . how cruel . it couldn’t be said he hadn’t at least attempted to focus . a haze washes the other man in a golden glow that teetered on irresistible . ethereal . to take his eyes off of him would be criminal . his friend humors him a few times , disinterested glances at the few texts satoru had sent when shoko hadn’t been focused on them enough to care . the satisfaction is fleeting . give an inch & he’d take strides across the earth like he owned the entirety of it . sly fingers find their target & graze dangerously across suguru’s thigh . a small action but he grins his approval when he’s shot a look that in silence tells him to properly knock it off . as though he’d done nothing at all he turns his attention to shoko with a curious hum , hand outstretched for a reward he was undeserving of & chased after anyways . the withdrawal of it surprises him into sitting up a little straighter . ❛ what ? no fair , i am behaving ! ❜ he protests with a huff . dark tinted glasses are upwards into a mess of white hair , & he fixes the med student with an unwavering gaze & puppy dog eyes of swimming blues . ❛ c’mon sho , it’s been like a thousand years you can’t be mad at me . can i just have half ? i’m listening . ❜ he wasn’t . but they all knew that .

THIS WAY AND THAT WAY, THIS WAY AND THAT WAY. the summary of their past two hours, three recent graduates cooking in the heat of shoko's dorm. she would not have taught, but they have- suguru has asked, in particular. satoru, thanks to his technique, had already wielded rct. besides, she had thought that newly appointed two teachers should at least understand the basic flow of energy behind the technique. maybe they would have understood, too, if it was someone else in the teacher's seat for the occasion. unfortunately, shoko was not exactly blessed with the skills of an educator.

❛ stop, satoru! ❜ she whines when he loses all the discretion in his evil attempts to distract suguru from her hard work of attempting to teach her two dumbasses basic survival skills. she kicks his calf with her foot from where she is settled, a warning. ❛ you have the attention span of a toddler, i swear to god. do i have to bribe you to keep you still? ❜ rolling over her stomach to reach the mini fridge she has snuck into her room in her senior year, she grabs a bar of chocolate, holding it out for the white haired menace that is settled across her. before @eterxeo can grab his undeserved prize, she snatches it out of his hand. ❛ you'll get it when you behave. ❜ then, her gaze returns to @sugnru. ❛ what was i saying? ❜

[eterxeo]

satoru gojo wouldn’t understand the meaning of home . maternal love hadn’t tucked him in at night & wished away his fears with the press of warm lips soft to his forehead . no one had wiped his tears or tended to scraped knees . his heart remained a cathedral housing what-ifs , preaching an ego to fill the dark cold corners where light didn’t quite reach . disconnect reflects an empty altar with uncertainty to worship

yet he stretches long limbs untouched by affections , settles his body flush against the man sprawled out beside him , & for the first time in the entire day he feels complete . suguru’s chest falls again , slower this time & satoru can still feel his breathless laugh against his hair . maybe he’d been homesick after all . there is a moment of uncharacteristic quiet on his end before he answers with resigned certainty . ❛ i would have found you no matter what . ❜

suguru had answered his question . face buried & still his smile isn’t well hidden , felt against the fabric of his shirt . people needed people . a certain person needing a certain person warmed him pleasantly . a bit of the emptiness in his heart fills with every beat he can hear thrumming soft from suguru’s own .

❛ you needed sleep anyways . ❜

longing ? focus is a fleeting thing . tiny bristling insect legs thrumming against panes of glass , a whispering breeze , bitter cold sinking through vulnerable flesh & sticking to tired bone . everything , everywhere , all at once . change is constant & brutal . satoru gojo is a black hole - impersonal gaping maw of greed ready for indiscriminate wanton consumption , immovable object meets unstoppable force . if change were bothersome his innate ability wouldn’t be survivable . the earth spins too quickly on orbit , dizzying & sickening . his soul urges him forward with guiding hands & he shifts with obvious unease , unfurling from his tight spot pressed to the corner of suguru’s dorm bed to ease closer . a moth to a flame . he presses his forehead to a the other man’s shoulder & revels in the extra layer of darkness . suguru’s smell consumes him . his warmth tethers him . for a flickering second satoru almost feels real . almost . ❛ i don’t know . just need this . ❜ the eye of the storm . single grounding focus . the earth stills , time monopolized by the rise & fall of suguru’s chest & the steady rhythm of his heart echoing faintly under his ribcage . his relief is so visceral that he is forced forward to revelation . longing . it came in form of a person he sometimes wanted to hate & couldn’t get enough of . fighting was the only connection he knew & somewhere along the lines his friend had crawled beneath his skin & made comfortable home somewhere deeper . the further the distance , the more he ached . even if only meant that suguru was fast asleep a floor up while satoru sat through lectures alone . ❛ m’not in a sour mood . my head hurts & i can’t shut it off . it’s like being hungover at the loudest shittiest concert ever . too much stuff . i just need this . ❜ it doesn’t make me weak to long for you .

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fine . ❛ blue . ❜ a dangerous crackle shadows a whiplash crack in the air . he finds his way to suguru through debris forced airborne , a path absolutely direct as though he’d considered it before despite it being an impossible task . beneath his feet the ground protests desperately only to rip upwards & concede to stronger forces , a tiny gesture of his hand . the curse flies forward from it’s place & is promptly torn apart by earthly shrapnel . in mere seconds all that remains is a smoking pile of upturned dirt . more than confident in his abilities , he doesn’t even spare a glance back . he stops a few paces away , hands shoved into his pockets languidly . ❛ why would i have you do my job for me , when i can do it way faster ? it’s hardly work . ❜ satoru hums once in amusement , smile still in his voice . boredom was a frequent culprit in impulsive decision making . boredom was a frequent culprit in satoru’s constant push & pull of boundaries . suguru bristles in conversation & the razor edge to his laughter is musical . ❛ you like that i’m ridiculous . ❜ he snickers once , exhaling sharply to blow a strand of white hair stuck beneath a dark lens & tickling the bridge of his nose . emotionally daft as he was , even he couldn’t miss the simmering irritation that pronounced itself so blatantly . there is a fire in suguru’s eyes that he’s sure he’d be happy being consumed by . ❛ i text you all sorts of shit , s’not my fault you came running . you obviously just wanted to see me or you’d have ignored my message . ❜ his head tilts to the side as though perplexed by the anger . his eyes weren’t visible save for peeks of brilliant blue for seconds here & there , but he’s sure the feigned innocence in his voice is enough . where there’s lines , satoru loved to barrel over them .

he would have to teach satoru that SOS did not stand for save my sanity, or whatever he had contrived it to mean when he texted suguru the words, followed by at least eleven exclamations. or maybe the next time satoru felt like neglecting his responsibilities, suguru wouldn't leave himself open for communication. don't get him wrong, he hadn't actually thought that satoru was in any immediate danger, there were few situations that he would actually believe that to be true, but yet when his phone had buzzed at the crosswalk he had turned on his heel with little hesitation, lest he be blamed for ignoring him if something did happen to go wrong.

when he had arrived at the scene to see that everything appeared to be going smoothly, suguru had bitten, “ what happened? ” irritation clear in his voice to have seen satoru in the treeline, limitless ability keeping him far away from his target. the other boy had whined, i'm bored, which only further irritated suguru to a degree nearly nuclear. “ if you're going to text me shit like that, something had better be seriously wrong with you when i get here. ” to which it clearly wasn't. the cursed-spirit satoru had been sent to dispose of was still clawing at the ground, trying to break through an invisible barrier it would never shatter. it didn't seem interested in the arrival of another sorcerer, perhaps too focused on the sheer level of nonsense radiating from the former.

✧ @eterxeo : well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❞

he sounded amused, and suguru didn't know what was worse, the lightness of his tone or the shit - eating grin spread wide across his lips. sure, he was further away than suguru could possibly tell, but he knew it was there. “ you're ridiculous, ” suguru snapped, forcing out a clipped, vexed laugh. what a waste of his afternoon off. “ well, you'd better get down here. i'm not about to do your job for you. ”

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longing ? focus is a fleeting thing . tiny bristling insect legs thrumming against panes of glass , a whispering breeze , bitter cold sinking through vulnerable flesh & sticking to tired bone . everything , everywhere , all at once . change is constant & brutal . satoru gojo is a black hole - impersonal gaping maw of greed ready for indiscriminate wanton consumption , immovable object meets unstoppable force . if change were bothersome his innate ability wouldn’t be survivable . the earth spins too quickly on orbit , dizzying & sickening . his soul urges him forward with guiding hands & he shifts with obvious unease , unfurling from his tight spot pressed to the corner of suguru’s dorm bed to ease closer . a moth to a flame . he presses his forehead to a the other man’s shoulder & revels in the extra layer of darkness . suguru’s smell consumes him . his warmth tethers him . for a flickering second satoru almost feels real . almost . ❛ i don’t know . just need this . ❜ the eye of the storm . single grounding focus . the earth stills , time monopolized by the rise & fall of suguru’s chest & the steady rhythm of his heart echoing faintly under his ribcage . his relief is so visceral that he is forced forward to revelation . longing . it came in form of a person he sometimes wanted to hate & couldn’t get enough of . fighting was the only connection he knew & somewhere along the lines his friend had crawled beneath his skin & made comfortable home somewhere deeper . the further the distance , the more he ached . even if only meant that suguru was fast asleep a floor up while satoru sat through lectures alone . ❛ m’not in a sour mood . my head hurts & i can’t shut it off . it’s like being hungover at the loudest shittiest concert ever . too much stuff . i just need this . ❜ it doesn’t make me weak to long for you .

there was a certain feeling of pity that arose in suguru, watching satoru confront emotion. not of the mocking, cruel kind, but of the same sorrowful vein that he would think, how could they rob him of this? emotional understanding was a feeble thing, children that suguru had met had better comprehension of their wants and needs than he did. he had long since come to the conclusion that though satoru may not have been bred to be a weapon, they had fashioned him into one by depriving him of the senses needed to connect on higher - levels other than just power and control. he passed a sigh into the cooling air, then came satoru's conclusion — took him long enough, internal thought chimed.

“ i think you've learned that even you can experience longing. and you said you didn't learn anything today. ” words carried on amused tone, but satoru's admission had struck a chord. even with the fact that the understanding of what his own words meant was missing, suguru could commend him for seeing the thought through. maybe it wasn't hopeless after all. “ that can't be the only reason your mood is so sour. or is that you just don't like change? ” that would be another breakthrough on its own. as it stood, suguru's intentions were never to miss a class unless it was absolutely unavoidable, and that meant that ninety - percent of the time, wherever satoru gojo was, suguru geto was never too far behind. behind him, a fly continuously tried to come through the crack in the window to no avail, tapping the glass with each attempt. a physical metaphor maybe, for all suguru was trying to do to get through to him. “ or are you just upset you had to walk all the way up here before dinner? ”

[eterxeo]

he   hates   not   knowing   .   the   answer   dangles   right   within   reach   but   the   confined   loneliness   he’d   come   to   know   beckons   him   with   temptations   .   to   breach   would   mean   he   is   a   step   closer   to   humanity   .   there   is   a   rubber   band   tight   coil   deep   in   his   gut   &   he   plays   silently   with   the   idea   that   it   could   be   a   shadow   of   fear   .   if   he   is   just   as   everyone   else   ,   then   what   was   left   ?   he   would   be   nothing   .   a   sudden   flick   to   his   forehead   startles   him   to   the   present   ,   his   own   fingers   reaching   to   trace   the   ghost   of   the   sensation   left   behind   .   suguru   stares   at   him   &   satoru   stares   back   .   what   a   wonder   it   was   ,   that   though   he   remains   high   on   a   pedestal   needed   by   the   world   ,   he   cared   only   that   it   was   suguru   who   could   really   see   him   .   a   pause   .   he   has   to   close   his   eyes   to   concentrate   ,   to   sift   through   his   troubles   without   further   distraction   .   a   near   silent   breeze   kisses   the   windowsill   &   to   satoru   it   sounds   like   winds   howling   through   a   cavern   .   he   opts   to   cover   his   ears   as   well   .   now   or   never   .   even   like   this   the   thrum   of   his   pulse   steadily   beats   to   fight   against   the   quiet   he   so   yearned   for   .   he   could   work   with   it   ,   at   least   .   there   is   an   ache   in   his   temples   he   hadn’t   noticed   before   &   thinks   it   likely   won’t   go   away   anytime   soon   .   ❛   but   i   don’t   care   if   everyone   needs   me   ,   i   care   that   you   do   .   ❜   he   finally   says   ,   dropping   his   hands   back   to   his   sides   &   ignoring   the   rush   of   noise   let   through   by   the   lost   barrier   .   ❛   you   weren’t   in   class   today   and   i   hated   it   .   okay   ?   i   don’t   know   what   else   there   is   to   figure   out   .   everything   sucked   but   you’re   here   so   now   it   doesn’t   .   ❜    never   was   growing   more   enticing   by   the   second   .   revelations   ,   however   simple   ,   were   exhausting   .   for   once   he   wishes   the   world   would   still   so   that   he   could   sleep   .   there’s   a   hint   of   petulance   in   his   tone   ,   defensiveness   as   though   teetering   on   the   uncertainty   of   saying   the   wrong   thing   ,   at   the   wrong   time   .   he’d   peddled   forwards   ,   &   backwards   ,   &   forwards   again   .   he   doesn’t   implode   &   still   thinks   being   an   emotional   husk   would   be   less   strenuous   .   again   ,   he   breathes   in   the   smell   of   shampoo   &   fabric   softener   just   to   feel   a   bit   more   stable   .   ❛   if   it   doesn’t   suck   ,   then   nothing’s   bothering   me   &   this   is   a   stupid   conversation   .   ❜

people   had   been   warned   at   his   arrival   rather   than   told   to   welcome   it   .   the   weight   of   the   world   rested   on   a   crumbling   foundation   &   the   most   unlikely   things   could   cause   its   downfall   .   simultaneously   he   feels   too   little   &   too   much   .   common   decency   eluded   him   &   his   talent   for   picking   up   things   easily   was   frustrating   for   his   peers   to   witness   .   life   was   an   effortless   stride   .   sometimes   he   is   present   in   conversations   ,   but   most   of   the   time   he   had   so   much   stimulus   around   him   that   staying   tethered   to   the   earth   alongside   everyone   else   was   too   hard   .   yaga   had   warned   them   .   despite   himself   ,   he’d   done   a   better   job   at   making   friends   than   anyone   had   thought   .

the   man   that   shares   the   bed   with   him   peels   back   the   withered   pages   to   his   thoughts   &   reads   them   as   though   he   were   an   easy   story   to   get   through   ,   something   worth   the   time   .   suguru   stares   at   the   sun   &   doesn’t   flinch   away   .   ❛   i   haven’t   needed   anyone   before   ,   so   i   don’t   now   .   ❜   he   replies   easily   .   even   so   the   question   makes   him   bristle   ,   eyes   widening   a   bit   in   surprise   .   the   concept   of   rationalizing   emotion   seemed   ridiculous   as   a   whole   .   he   wants   to   say   something   witty   ,   turn   away   from   the   unease   of   lack   of   understanding   .   instead   he   bites   his   tongue   ,   worries   his   lower   lip   with   his   teeth   &   turns   his   gaze   away   to   focus   on   the   scattering   of   paper’s   over   suguru’s   bedside   table   .

❛   i   always   want   you   to   ask   .   ❜   confession   lingers   in   the   stagnant   air   .   it   feels   suffocating   so   he   leans   to   reach   beneath   the   shutters   &   push   the   window   open   .   the   sudden   burst   of   cold   makes   him   shiver   but   he   doesn’t   care   .   he   drinks   it   in   hungrily   with   a   large   breath   before   easing   back   into   covers   that   weren’t   his   own   .   ❛   i   don’t   know   how   anyone   rationalizes   anything   .   if   it’s   fact   ,   it   seems   stupid   .   if   it’s   stupid   the   steps   don’t   matter   because   it   won’t   make   sense   anyways   .   ❜

there   is   a   hint   of   petulance   in   his   tone   ;   he   carries   it   when   he   ,   with   all   of   the   answers   at   his   fingertips   &   racing   through   a   brilliant   brain   ,   cannot   settle   on   a   conclusion   .   it   clouds   him   with   frustration   .   he’d   rather   chase   the   dopamine   rush   blind   than   talk   about   his   feelings   .

❛   if   people   need   people   ,   do   you   need   me   ?   ❜

[eterxeo]

people   had   been   warned   at   his   arrival   rather   than   told   to   welcome   it   .   the   weight   of   the   world   rested   on   a   crumbling   foundation   &   the   most   unlikely   things   could   cause   its   downfall   .   simultaneously   he   feels   too   little   &   too   much   .   common   decency   eluded   him   &   his   talent   for   picking   up   things   easily   was   frustrating   for   his   peers   to   witness   .   life   was   an   effortless   stride   .   sometimes   he   is   present   in   conversations   ,   but   most   of   the   time   he   had   so   much   stimulus   around   him   that   staying   tethered   to   the   earth   alongside   everyone   else   was   too   hard   .   yaga   had   warned   them   .   despite   himself   ,   he’d   done   a   better   job   at   making   friends   than   anyone   had   thought   .

the   man   that   shares   the   bed   with   him   peels   back   the   withered   pages   to   his   thoughts   &   reads   them   as   though   he   were   an   easy   story   to   get   through   ,   something   worth   the   time   .   suguru   stares   at   the   sun   &   doesn’t   flinch   away   .   ❛   i   haven’t   needed   anyone   before   ,   so   i   don’t   now   .   ❜   he   replies   easily   .   even   so   the   question   makes   him   bristle   ,   eyes   widening   a   bit   in   surprise   .   the   concept   of   rationalizing   emotion   seemed   ridiculous   as   a   whole   .   he   wants   to   say   something   witty   ,   turn   away   from   the   unease   of   lack   of   understanding   .   instead   he   bites   his   tongue   ,   worries   his   lower   lip   with   his   teeth   &   turns   his   gaze   away   to   focus   on   the   scattering   of   paper’s   over   suguru’s   bedside   table   .

❛   i   always   want   you   to   ask   .   ❜   confession   lingers   in   the   stagnant   air   .   it   feels   suffocating   so   he   leans   to   reach   beneath   the   shutters   &   push   the   window   open   .   the   sudden   burst   of   cold   makes   him   shiver   but   he   doesn’t   care   .   he   drinks   it   in   hungrily   with   a   large   breath   before   easing   back   into   covers   that   weren’t   his   own   .   ❛   i   don’t   know   how   anyone   rationalizes   anything   .   if   it’s   fact   ,   it   seems   stupid   .   if   it’s   stupid   the   steps   don’t   matter   because   it   won’t   make   sense   anyways   .   ❜

there   is   a   hint   of   petulance   in   his   tone   ;   he   carries   it   when   he   ,   with   all   of   the   answers   at   his   fingertips   &   racing   through   a   brilliant   brain   ,   cannot   settle   on   a   conclusion   .   it   clouds   him   with   frustration   .   he’d   rather   chase   the   dopamine   rush   blind   than   talk   about   his   feelings   .

❛   if   people   need   people   ,   do   you   need   me   ?   ❜

everything   is   always   on   his   mind   at   an   exhausting   cost   .   tiredness   wears   him   down   slow   &   shows   in   purple   blooms   beneath   his   eyes   ,   the   way   his   body   sinks   into   the   mattress   .   his   sleep   habits   are   poor   .   often   he’d   needed   to   be   coaxed   into   remaining   still   long   enough   to   get   an   hour   or   so   in   .   it   was   too   difficult   to   relax   enough   to   rest   .   his   mind   was   a   live   wire   always   buzzing   with   life   &   quieting   things   down   to   just   a   simple   hum   was   nearly   impossible   .   he   had   yet   to   manage   his   abilities   to   such   a   controlled   degree   .   the   man   beside   him   shifts   closer   to   share   the   pillow   &   graciously   throws   him   a   line   .   satoru   scrunches   up   his   nose   slightly   at   the   question   ,   perplexed   .

❛   you   asked   anyways   .   ❜   he   points   out   .   hair   that   usually   sits   in   a   neat   bun   cascades   around   broad   shoulders   .   he   doesn’t   have   to   open   his   eyes   to   catch   a   dark   strand   between   his   fingers   &   lazily   twist   it   between   them   .   he   thought   ,   in   private   ,   that   his   hair   looked   nice   when   it   was   down   &   tousled   from   sleep   .

❛   i   dunno   .   something   was   wrong   ,   now   it’s   not   .   nothing   to   talk   about   if   i   don’t   know   what   the   problem   was   .   ❜   he   answers   earnestly   ,   tracing   back   his   sense   of   unease   &   coming   up   empty   .   he   takes   a   few   mental   steps   forward   &   finally   settles   on   a   conclusion   .   no   deeper   steps   needed   .   ❛   you’re   here   so   i   feel   better   .   do   people   usually   feel   like   that   ?   ❜   he   ponders   quietly   .   often   ,   he   left   it   up   to   shoko   &   suguru   to   guide   his   sense   of   human   connection   ,   the   emotions   that   came   with   it   .   without   thinking   he   shifts   back   to   allow   his   friend   more   room   on   his   pillow   .   his   eyes   flicker   open   &   he   searches   for   something   in   suguru’s   expression   that   can’t   be   perceived   .   ❛   i   don’t   know   how   to   explain   it   .   something   just   felt   wrong   .   ❜

[eterxeo]

everything   is   always   on   his   mind   at   an   exhausting   cost   .   tiredness   wears   him   down   slow   &   shows   in   purple   blooms   beneath   his   eyes   ,   the   way   his   body   sinks   into   the   mattress   .   his   sleep   habits   are   poor   .   often   he’d   needed   to   be   coaxed   into   remaining   still   long   enough   to   get   an   hour   or   so   in   .   it   was   too   difficult   to   relax   enough   to   rest   .   his   mind   was   a   live   wire   always   buzzing   with   life   &   quieting   things   down   to   just   a   simple   hum   was   nearly   impossible   .   he   had   yet   to   manage   his   abilities   to   such   a   controlled   degree   .   the   man   beside   him   shifts   closer   to   share   the   pillow   &   graciously   throws   him   a   line   .   satoru   scrunches   up   his   nose   slightly   at   the   question   ,   perplexed   .

❛   you   asked   anyways   .   ❜   he   points   out   .   hair   that   usually   sits   in   a   neat   bun   cascades   around   broad   shoulders   .   he   doesn’t   have   to   open   his   eyes   to   catch   a   dark   strand   between   his   fingers   &   lazily   twist   it   between   them   .   he   thought   ,   in   private   ,   that   his   hair   looked   nice   when   it   was   down   &   tousled   from   sleep   .

❛   i   dunno   .   something   was   wrong   ,   now   it’s   not   .   nothing   to   talk   about   if   i   don’t   know   what   the   problem   was   .   ❜   he   answers   earnestly   ,   tracing   back   his   sense   of   unease   &   coming   up   empty   .   he   takes   a   few   mental   steps   forward   &   finally   settles   on   a   conclusion   .   no   deeper   steps   needed   .   ❛   you’re   here   so   i   feel   better   .   do   people   usually   feel   like   that   ?   ❜   he   ponders   quietly   .   often   ,   he   left   it   up   to   shoko   &   suguru   to   guide   his   sense   of   human   connection   ,   the   emotions   that   came   with   it   .   without   thinking   he   shifts   back   to   allow   his   friend   more   room   on   his   pillow   .   his   eyes   flicker   open   &   he   searches   for   something   in   suguru’s   expression   that   can’t   be   perceived   .   ❛   i   don’t   know   how   to   explain   it   .   something   just   felt   wrong   .   ❜

at   a   point   ,   their   fighting   had   simmered   down   to   something   familiar   .   things   like   the   graze   of   knuckles   on   his   cheek   &   earth   ground   into   their   clothes   nothing   but   a   faraway   memory   .   the   shutters   tumble   closed   &   a   foreign   warmth   simmers   at   the   bottoms   of   his   lungs   .   indulgences   given   &   burning   through   remaining   energy   .   instinct   leaves   him   a   space   that   he   curls   into   without   thought   ,   glasses   tossed   precariously   in   any   direction   &   landing   somewhere   that   satoru   didn’t   care   to   memorize   .   even   in   the   dark   ,   his   eyes   shone   brilliantly   .   it   had   been   awhile   since   suguru   had   chastised   him   for   staring   .   he   doesn’t   do   so   now   .   ❛   i   don’t   even   know   what   they   taught   .   ❜   he   admits   just   the   same   ,   shameless   in   confession   .   it   had   been   a   jab   made   to   crawl   beneath   the   other   man’s   skin   -   satoru’s   backwards   way   of   self   soothing   to   revel   in   response   .   tufts   of   white   hair   hit   the   pillow   &   a   sigh   of   relief   is   exhaled   into   the   silence   .   the   sheets   smell   of   shampoo   .   satoru   shifts   to   make   himself   small   ,   body   curled   into   itself   all   lanky   limbs   in   a   way   that   should   seem   uncomfortable   but   earns   to   complaint   .   his   joints   don’t   protest   it   &   his   gaze   still   lingers   ,   searching   tired   features   curiously   .   ❛   we   don’t   have   to   fight   .   ❜   he   concedes   after   his   moment   of   quiet   contemplation   .   trial   &   error   ,   an   understanding   learned   that   the   job   they   do   wears   on   others   in   ways   that   roll   off   of   him   .    suguru   leans   back   into   the   space   &   satoru   thoughtlessly   drops   infinity   ,   a   mosquito   buzz   briefly   snapping   at   the   break   of   barrier   before   simmering   into   nothingness   .   ❛   do   you   ever   feel   like   things   aren’t   right   ?   ❜   he   muses   ,   thoughtful   &   faraway   .   the   question   wasn’t   for   the   other   man   specifically   ,   a   thought   spoken   aloud   at   random   as   satoru   often   had   a   habit   of   .   today   hadn’t   felt   right   .   he   couldn’t   place   it   even   if   he’d   tried   .   his   eyes   ache   ,   just   a   bit   &   he   is   relaxed   enough   now   to   rest   them   for   a   second   .   he   is   grateful   for   the   dark   .