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beauty sleep

"that line from the Adams family"

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melting

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can’t believe i have to go to work when all i want to do is think about the relationship dynamics i have made up between fictional characters

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Rent firing gunshots:

I love dark and problematic themes in fiction

Somebody’s taste in fiction says nothing about them morally

There is no wrong reason to enjoy dark fiction, and a person’s reasons for liking dark fiction is their business, not yours, mine, or anyone else’s

Requiring someone to show their trauma card before you can absolve them of their alleged thought crimes is cop behavior

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I was reading a fic earlier and cringing a little, so it left me wondering...

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Yuki with the strap 😮‍💨 (and some Chosoyuki)

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I have a feeling your favourite character in jjk…. MIGHT be mahito

howd u guess

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The Kissing Game || JJK Edition

Just a little smooching with the jjk men :) i left out some boys but if you want the others i can do that for you huhuhuhu~ guess who you’re kissing before the endddd :))

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You’re not exactly sure how it came to this.

One minute, you’d been sitting around with them trading teasing jabs, laughing too loud, feeling a little too warm from whatever you were all drinking. The next, someone had dared you to let yourself be blindfolded. To trust them enough to give up your sight and guess who was kissing you.

You should have said no.

But here you are, a smooth strip of fabric tied snugly over your eyes, your heart hammering so hard you think they can all hear it. Every shuffle of footsteps sounds closer than it probably is, every breath feels like it might be right at your ear.

You’re stood with your back against the wall, fidgeting your fingers. You can sense them moving around you, their voices low and amused, a little too pleased with themselves.

You wet your lips, trying to steady your breathing.

This was supposed to be harmless. A game.

But now, every inch of you is strung tight with anticipation, because any moment now, someone will lean in, their mouth will find yours, and you’ll have to figure out who it is by the way they kiss you.

You swallow, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap.

God help you—this might be the most dangerous thing you’ve ever agreed to.

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Your back presses to the cool wall, the blindfold tight over your eyes. Every breath feels too loud. A featherlight touch grazes your jaw—a fingertip, tracing a lazy curve as though he’s sketching exactly where his mouth will go.

You feel him lean in close enough for the tips of his hair to brush your cheek. He smells fresh—mint and something just a little sweet, like he finished a sweet treat right before approaching you.

A soft exhale fans your lips, and then—nothing. A beat of charged silence, like he’s grinning, waiting to see if you’ll squirm.

When he finally kisses you, it’s with an easy boldness that makes you want to sink into the wall. He starts slow, a teasing pull at your bottom lip, before he drags his mouth away just barely, letting them drag against yours featherlight. He’s teasing, you can feel the intensity behind his eyes watching your reaction.

Then he’s back, lips pressing harder, tongue slipping past yours with a playful flick that leaves your pulse hammering. One hand cups your cheek, thumb smoothing along your jaw, while the other coasts down to the small of your back to draw you closer.

He kisses like it’s a game he’s already won—taunting you with the practiced way he tilts your chin up, the sly little hum he lets out when you can’t help the sound that escapes you.

When he pulls back, your lips feel warm, tingling from the way he’d stolen every bit of air. You can almost feel the smirk he doesn’t bother to hide.

“…Gojo.”

A laugh curls against your cheek, soft and triumphant.

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You hear the measured rhythm of his steps before you feel him. Steady. Grounded. The warmth of his body draws closer, and a large palm settles flat against your chest—broad, reassuring, a quiet reminder that he’s here and you’re safe.

No teasing. No testing. Just a calm exhale as he leans in.

His mouth finds yours in a kiss that feels what you could define as perfect—sure and anchored, lips firm without being forceful. There’s no uncertainty in it, no performance. Just the simple honesty of a man who never does anything halfway.

He tastes faintly of dark roast coffee and smells of something clean, like the faint trace of aftershave on his collar. One hand shifts to cradle the side of your neck, steadying you as though he knows you’re already trembling a little.

When he parts your lips with a careful tilt of his head, the kiss deepens by degrees. One so unhurried, almost solemn in its sincerity. He doesn’t chase or tease. He just kisses you thoroughly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to claim this space between heartbeats.

When he finally eases back, his thumb sweeps along your throat, a silent question. Your body feels heavy and warm, every nerve soothed under the deliberate steadiness of his touch.

“…Nanami.”

A breath leaves him, softer than a sigh, and for a moment his hand lingers as though he isn’t quite ready to let you go.

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There’s an unsteady weight in the air, thick with something so earnest it leaves you anxious.

His breath wavers near your ear, shaky in a way that makes your heart flutter. A careful hand hovers, then lands lightly against your ribs, feeling the frantic rise and fall of each breath.

When he leans in, you brace for hesitation, but instead he kisses you with a focused gentleness that surprises you. His lips are warm, tentative, moving slowly as if he’s determined to get it exactly right.

The first pass of his tongue is cautious, tasting you in a careful sweep that makes your chest tighten. He pauses, breathing you in, and then kisses you again, deeper this time, gathering confidence with each muffled gasp you give him.

You catch a whiff of something coppery at the edges, like iron and rain, but it’s not a bad smell.

One hand finds your waist, flexing uncertainly before settling in a light grip that never quite becomes possessive. When your lips part fully for him, his tongue tangles with yours in a slow, searching glide that feels almost reverent.

Every few moments, he breaks the kiss to draw a shaky breath against your cheek, only to return again, as if he can’t help himself. He needs to go back for seconds, for thirds.

When he finally pulls away, your mouth feels swollen and tender, every nerve alight, your head fuzzy.

“…Choso.”

He doesn’t speak, but the soft, unsteady sound he lets out says everything.

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You don’t hear him come closer, steps as light as a cats, but the heat coming off of his body tells it all, a heavy certainty pressing in until your breath goes shallow.

A thumb drags lazily over your lower lip, testing your resolve. He doesn’t bother with pretense. Just the slow curl of a smirk you can somehow sense in the darkness.

Then his mouth finds yours in a kiss so precise, so thoroughly confident, your whole body tenses.

His lips part immediately, tongue stroking yours in a coaxing rhythm that feels both indulgent and commanding. He tastes of spiced warmth—smoke and something like clove, rich and intoxicating.

His free hand drops to your hip, sliding around to the small of your back and pulling you in until there’s no space left to hide. He uses his own lips to tilt your head up, it’s a smooth motion that leaves you at the perfect angle for him to deepen the kiss, claiming every inch of you he can reach.

He doesn’t rush. Each pass of his mouth feels deliberate, like he wants to brand you with the memory of this. Your body arches helplessly under the heavy press of his hips, and a quiet, dark laugh vibrates against your lips when you whimper into him. This kiss is deep, sensual, a kiss you would only give to someone you’re making love to, and it leaves you shaky.

When he finally pulls back, your lungs burn with the need to breathe, but he doesn’t let you go—just draws his thumb along your lip with lazy satisfaction.

“…Geto.”

He brushes a last slow kiss to your throat, a promise you feel all the way to your toes.

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You feel the sudden drag of heat along your skin as a big hand settles firmly at your thigh.

For a moment, he just stands there, his breath rough against your temple, as if savoring the anticipation.

Then he moves. One powerful arm scoops behind your knee, hauling you up against his chest. A startled sound tears from your throat as your back thuds against the wall and your leg hooks over his hip, grabbing at his shoulders for balance.

His other hand grips the curve of your ass in a possessive hold that makes your heart lurch.

His mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s nothing short of ravenous. He doesn’t ease you in, just parts your lips with a low growl and claims you with a slow, hungry slide of tongue that leaves you gasping.

He tastes earthy and dark, like salt and smoke, and the scrape of his teeth against your lower lip sends a sharp ache low in your belly.

Every time you try to pull back, he drags your hips closer, grinding you down against the hard line of his body. The heat coils until you’re trembling, your hands fisting in his shirt for balance you can’t seem to find.

He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth with a punishing thoroughness that makes your head spin.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you’re left panting, your legs locked tight around him. You have to catch your breath before you can speak:

“…Toji.”

He rumbles a pleased sound in his throat and swipes a large thumb across your lips, wiping the saliva left behind.

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The moment he steps near, the air thickens, charged with something primal that makes your pulse trip over itself.

Two fingers drag up the column of your throat, slow and unhurried, tracing your frantic heartbeat. When they close into a sure, unrelenting grip, your breath shudders out in a ragged gasp.

His other hand slams to the wall beside your head, his body crowding yours with a dominance so absolute it makes your stomach clench.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t warn you.

His mouth crashes into yours with a brutal certainty, teeth scraping at your lip as he forces you open. The first stroke of his tongue is a hot, invasive claim that leaves no room for resistance.

You’re unsure of what exactly you’re tasting, but the faint sweetness of something warns you not to crave it.

Your hands fly to his shoulders, trying to push him back or pull him closer, you can’t tell which. Every attempt only makes his grip on your throat tighten, cutting off the air until your senses spark white behind the blindfold.

When you finally go pliant under the weight of his kiss, he hums low in his chest, pleased. Each sweep of his tongue is a challenge, a deliberate corruption that makes your knees threaten to give out.

When he tears his mouth away, you drag in a ragged breath, every nerve burning.

“…Sukuna.”

A dark laugh ghosts over your cheek, and he doesn’t loosen his grip.

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You’re trembling when you finally reach up, fingers clumsy, and pull the blindfold away.

Your vision swims for a moment, adjusting to the bright light—and then you see them.

All of them.

Standing in a loose semicircle, watching you with expressions that make your pulse skitter and your mouth go dry.

Gojo is the first to break the hush, a wicked smile curving his lips as he leans back against the wall, arms folded, white hair gleaming under the lights. His gaze slides deliberately over your kiss-swollen mouth before meeting your eyes, glinting with amused challenge.

“So,” he drawls, voice low and edged with a husky note he doesn’t bother to hide, “who kissed the best?”

Your throat works around the sudden dryness, heat pooling low in your belly as your gaze drifts over each of them—Nanami’s steady, watchful stare, Choso’s flushed cheeks, Geto’s knowing smirk, Toji’s heavy-lidded hunger, Sukuna’s predatory amusement.

You swallow hard. You can still feel each of their mouths on you—taste them, almost—your body thrumming with the impossible knowledge that whoever you name is about to claim you all over again.

Gojo tilts his head, blue eyes glinting. “Be honest,” he purrs, and you know by the wicked slant of his smile that he’s already decided how this is going to end.

“Because whoever did…” His voice lowers to a dark promise as he pushes off the wall, closing the distance until he’s towering over you again, gaze locked to your lips.

“…is taking you home tonight.”

The silence stretches, hot and electric, as you draw a shaky breath—your heart thundering in your ribs.

And when you finally open your mouth to answer, you know exactly what you’re inviting.

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finite hearts

Infinity: the unlimited extent of time, space, or quantity. While many things are infinite, humans are not, and there is only so much a heart can take. ao3 version

Chapter Two: The People We Meet

Fae glared at the exit behind them, a thousand words of loathing coating their tongue for the terrifying contraption called an "airplane". They hoped whomever created this accursed beast was suffering in the otherworld, falling eternally into a pit. It didn't cease to astonish them how big the world was, but they truly wondered if humans were meant to travel so far, so quickly, so high in the sky. It was a wonder they didn't touch the stars up there. With a shake and a brief word of warding, they proceeded onward.

While their ability to speak Japanese was progressing quite nicely, reading still proved difficult for them, their English only slightly better. It was fortunate they had an escort to follow the moment they got off the plane. They were told it was because they weren't old enough to be traveling unaccompanied in a foreign country, but with how many unfamiliar customs there were to follow, Fae was relieved to have a guide.

The guide in question, a woman with a sharp bun and clicking shoes, walked briskly down hallways, a similar direction to the general crowd, but bypassing stations and long lines. A person at a table marked their passport book before waving them along, unlike the many who had to stop and answer questions first. More hallways, less people, and then a single door to a quiet room. The woman bowed and opened the door, apparently going no further. Fae swayed as they bowed in return, exhaustion making their head fuzzy.

"I assume you're Fae?" A deep voice called.

In the center of the room, a man sat at the table. His brown hair was slightly too messy to be intentional, top button of his suit open, tie loose on his neck. He looked as tired as they felt, face heavy with exhaustion.

"I am." Fae adjusted their bag as he stood up with a groan. Even with poor posture, he towered over them in his dark wrinkled suit. He gave them an fatigued look as he took a long drag from his cigarette, sighing with a puff of smoke before putting it out on a tray.

"Kusakabe Atsuya. I'll be your teacher." Without further explanation, he walked off, leaving Fae to scurry after his long strides. "You hungry? Or just want some rest?"

"Both." They admitted, yawn sneaking out of them. The meals served on the flights had been adequate enough, and they'd managed to catch some small naps in the air when their terror subsided, but their physical needs were already catching up to them. They'd give anything to curl up in a blanket and succumb to their dreams.

"They're already taking your bags to our car. We can get'cha something to eat on the way back. What're you hungry for?"

Fae paused. They'd been warned ahead of time that Japan had different cuisine than what they'd gotten used to, but some things they would still have. There was just one thing they really hoped they could still eat.

"Can. Can we get chicken nuggets?"

Kusakabe looked at them sideways before chuckling. "Sure, kid. We can get chicken nuggets."

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Fae slowly munched on their nuggets, the warm familiar taste the only thing keeping them awake. The driver and Kusakabe spoke softly in the front seat, too quickly for their tired brain to understand beyond a few word or two here and there. They'd long lost track of time beyond how many nuggets and fries they had consumed (at least two).

"Oi, Fae." They looked up, realizing Kusakabe was speaking to them. "Your classmate's train arrived early. We're going to stop on the way back to pick them up."

They nodded, slumping further into their seat. It was going to take even longer to get to a bed now, but what could they do about it. It didn't sound as if they were being asked permission.

"Sorry kid, but it won't take too long, it's on our way."

Out the window, a new world flashed by. Large buildings, taller than they could see, rose up from the streets, a forest of metal and glass. Sometime when they were less tired, they would have to come back to explore the city, see all that it had to offer. For now, Fae rested their head against the window; eyes closed, slowly chewing.

Suddenly, they opened their eyes, the car no longer moving. The driver was still in the car, but Kusakabe was outside, lifting another suitcase into the back. They must have dozed off. The door opened and there was a boy sliding in next to them. Black hair and square glasses dominated his small face as he smiled nervously at them.

"Hello, I'm Ijichi Kiyotaka, your classmate. Sorry to wake you, Kusakabe-sensei said you had a long flight. What's your name?" Fae blinked, trying and failing to process what he said. Too many words, not enough sleep.

"… no." They leaned back against the window, closing their eyes. They could try this again when they had properly rested. The world swirled away once again into darkness, the soft rumble of the car singing them to sleep like a mechanical breeze. The world was a lot louder these days. But no amount of noise could compete with the exhaustion of lifetimes.

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nanamin for his birthday :D

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Infinity: the unlimited extent of time, space, or quantity. While many things are infinite, humans are not, and there is only so much a heart can take. ao3 version

Chapter Two: The People We Meet

Fae glared at the exit behind them, a thousand words of loathing coating their tongue for the terrifying contraption called an "airplane". They hoped whomever created this accursed beast was suffering in the otherworld, falling eternally into a pit. It didn't cease to astonish them how big the world was, but they truly wondered if humans were meant to travel so far, so quickly, so high in the sky. It was a wonder they didn't touch the stars up there. With a shake and a brief word of warding, they proceeded onward.

While their ability to speak Japanese was progressing quite nicely, reading still proved difficult for them, their English only slightly better. It was fortunate they had an escort to follow the moment they got off the plane. They were told it was because they weren't old enough to be traveling unaccompanied in a foreign country, but with how many unfamiliar customs there were to follow, Fae was relieved to have a guide.

The guide in question, a woman with a sharp bun and clicking shoes, walked briskly down hallways, a similar direction to the general crowd, but bypassing stations and long lines. A person at a table marked their passport book before waving them along, unlike the many who had to stop and answer questions first. More hallways, less people, and then a single door to a quiet room. The woman bowed and opened the door, apparently going no further. Fae swayed as they bowed in return, exhaustion making their head fuzzy.

"I assume you're Fae?" A deep voice called.

In the center of the room, a man sat at the table. His brown hair was slightly too messy to be intentional, top button of his suit open, tie loose on his neck. He looked as tired as they felt, face heavy with exhaustion.

"I am." Fae adjusted their bag as he stood up with a groan. Even with poor posture, he towered over them in his dark wrinkled suit. He gave them an fatigued look as he took a long drag from his cigarette, sighing with a puff of smoke before putting it out on a tray.

"Kusakabe Atsuya. I'll be your teacher." Without further explanation, he walked off, leaving Fae to scurry after his long strides. "You hungry? Or just want some rest?"

"Both." They admitted, yawn sneaking out of them. The meals served on the flights had been adequate enough, and they'd managed to catch some small naps in the air when their terror subsided, but their physical needs were already catching up to them. They'd give anything to curl up in a blanket and succumb to their dreams.

"They're already taking your bags to our car. We can get'cha something to eat on the way back. What're you hungry for?"

Fae paused. They'd been warned ahead of time that Japan had different cuisine than what they'd gotten used to, but some things they would still have. There was just one thing they really hoped they could still eat.

"Can. Can we get chicken nuggets?"

Kusakabe looked at them sideways before chuckling. "Sure, kid. We can get chicken nuggets."

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Fae slowly munched on their nuggets, the warm familiar taste the only thing keeping them awake. The driver and Kusakabe spoke softly in the front seat, too quickly for their tired brain to understand beyond a few word or two here and there. They'd long lost track of time beyond how many nuggets and fries they had consumed (at least two).

"Oi, Fae." They looked up, realizing Kusakabe was speaking to them. "Your classmate's train arrived early. We're going to stop on the way back to pick them up."

They nodded, slumping further into their seat. It was going to take even longer to get to a bed now, but what could they do about it. It didn't sound as if they were being asked permission.

"Sorry kid, but it won't take too long, it's on our way."

Out the window, a new world flashed by. Large buildings, taller than they could see, rose up from the streets, a forest of metal and glass. Sometime when they were less tired, they would have to come back to explore the city, see all that it had to offer. For now, Fae rested their head against the window; eyes closed, slowly chewing.

Suddenly, they opened their eyes, the car no longer moving. The driver was still in the car, but Kusakabe was outside, lifting another suitcase into the back. They must have dozed off. The door opened and there was a boy sliding in next to them. Black hair and square glasses dominated his small face as he smiled nervously at them.

"Hello, I'm Ijichi Kiyotaka, your classmate. Sorry to wake you, Kusakabe-sensei said you had a long flight. What's your name?" Fae blinked, trying and failing to process what he said. Too many words, not enough sleep.

"… no." They leaned back against the window, closing their eyes. They could try this again when they had properly rested. The world swirled away once again into darkness, the soft rumble of the car singing them to sleep like a mechanical breeze. The world was a lot louder these days. But no amount of noise could compete with the exhaustion of lifetimes.

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it's not "that" hot

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finite hearts: masterlist

jjk oc fic, oc x geto suguru, oc x gojo satoru

Infinity: the unlimited extent of time, space, or quantity. While many things are infinite, humans are not, and there is only so much a heart can take. ao3 version

Prologue

Chapter One: What's in a Name

Chapter Two: The People We Meet

Chapter Three

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finite hearts

Infinity: the unlimited extent of time, space, or quantity. While many things are infinite, humans are not, and there is only so much a heart can take. ao3 version

Chapter Two: The People We Meet

Fae glared at the exit behind them, a thousand words of loathing coating their tongue for the terrifying contraption called an "airplane". They hoped whomever created this accursed beast was suffering in the otherworld, falling eternally into a pit. It didn't cease to astonish them how big the world was, but they truly wondered if humans were meant to travel so far, so quickly, so high in the sky. It was a wonder they didn't touch the stars up there. With a shake and a brief word of warding, they proceeded onward.

While their ability to speak Japanese was progressing quite nicely, reading still proved difficult for them, their English only slightly better. It was fortunate they had an escort to follow the moment they got off the plane. They were told it was because they weren't old enough to be traveling unaccompanied in a foreign country, but with how many unfamiliar customs there were to follow, Fae was relieved to have a guide.

The guide in question, a woman with a sharp bun and clicking shoes, walked briskly down hallways, a similar direction to the general crowd, but bypassing stations and long lines. A person at a table marked their passport book before waving them along, unlike the many who had to stop and answer questions first. More hallways, less people, and then a single door to a quiet room. The woman bowed and opened the door, apparently going no further. Fae swayed as they bowed in return, exhaustion making their head fuzzy.

"I assume you're Fae?" A deep voice called.

In the center of the room, a man sat at the table. His brown hair was slightly too messy to be intentional, top button of his suit open, tie loose on his neck. He looked as tired as they felt, face heavy with exhaustion.

"I am." Fae adjusted their bag as he stood up with a groan. Even with poor posture, he towered over them in his dark wrinkled suit. He gave them an fatigued look as he took a long drag from his cigarette, sighing with a puff of smoke before putting it out on a tray.

"Kusakabe Atsuya. I'll be your teacher." Without further explanation, he walked off, leaving Fae to scurry after his long strides. "You hungry? Or just want some rest?"

"Both." They admitted, yawn sneaking out of them. The meals served on the flights had been adequate enough, and they'd managed to catch some small naps in the air when their terror subsided, but their physical needs were already catching up to them. They'd give anything to curl up in a blanket and succumb to their dreams.

"They're already taking your bags to our car. We can get'cha something to eat on the way back. What're you hungry for?"

Fae paused. They'd been warned ahead of time that Japan had different cuisine than what they'd gotten used to, but some things they would still have. There was just one thing they really hoped they could still eat.

"Can. Can we get chicken nuggets?"

Kusakabe looked at them sideways before chuckling. "Sure, kid. We can get chicken nuggets."

~

Fae slowly munched on their nuggets, the warm familiar taste the only thing keeping them awake. The driver and Kusakabe spoke softly in the front seat, too quickly for their tired brain to understand beyond a few word or two here and there. They'd long lost track of time beyond how many nuggets and fries they had consumed (at least two).

"Oi, Fae." They looked up, realizing Kusakabe was speaking to them. "Your classmate's train arrived early. We're going to stop on the way back to pick them up."

They nodded, slumping further into their seat. It was going to take even longer to get to a bed now, but what could they do about it. It didn't sound as if they were being asked permission.

"Sorry kid, but it won't take too long, it's on our way."

Out the window, a new world flashed by. Large buildings, taller than they could see, rose up from the streets, a forest of metal and glass. Sometime when they were less tired, they would have to come back to explore the city, see all that it had to offer. For now, Fae rested their head against the window; eyes closed, slowly chewing.

Suddenly, they opened their eyes, the car no longer moving. The driver was still in the car, but Kusakabe was outside, lifting another suitcase into the back. They must have dozed off. The door opened and there was a boy sliding in next to them. Black hair and square glasses dominated his small face as he smiled nervously at them.

"Hello, I'm Ijichi Kiyotaka, your classmate. Sorry to wake you, Kusakabe-sensei said you had a long flight. What's your name?" Fae blinked, trying and failing to process what he said. Too many words, not enough sleep.

"… no." They leaned back against the window, closing their eyes. They could try this again when they had properly rested. The world swirled away once again into darkness, the soft rumble of the car singing them to sleep like a mechanical breeze. The world was a lot louder these days. But no amount of noise could compete with the exhaustion of lifetimes.

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"MY EYES ARE UP HERE!"

Day 1 of Nanami Week 😏

🔞Full NSFW version on X🔞

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first & last love

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There are some characters where giving them therapy and cleaning them up is the fanfiction equivalent of buying antique furniture and painting it white