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playing matchmakers

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: class a was off on a retreat when they decided that there was no better time to play match makers than now, for their two friends who obviously like each other very much. too bad it only ended up being a colossal of failures.

"alright girls, listen up!"

"boys let's get down to business."

“we all know those two, ahem— heartgoboom. that’s their code name, both like each other correct?"

"our bakubro needs all the help he can get. now he might not say it but everyone with a pair of eyes can see that he has the hots for a certain someone right? everybody who can attest say I—“

“for our plan I was thinking of creating a romantic atmosphere. like getting them to sit next to each other during meal time.”

“my bright idea, heh get it? is to lock them inside the storage room— whose with me?!”

“see it’s all about building up the moment in those unprecedented times making a sure fire way to get them to smooch!“

“then they can totally fuck.”

“if we do this correctly they’ll confess to each other and it’s a mission success!!”

“remember the saying, fuck if we do, fuck if we don’t— let’s fuck!”

“kaminari I don’t think that’s even a saying—“

attempt one: bus ride

maybe you should’ve clocked that a plan was admist but you just didn’t know what it could be. because really for what reason do your classmates have to be cutting you off in the line constantly. mina, tsu, uraraka actually all the girls, heck even koda quietly shuffled infront of you.

honestly you were tethering the edge of snapping so when aoyama ever so dazzlingly went ahead of you, your patience had run thin. about to call him out before you heard shouting from a distance.

“WAIT!!! WAIT BAKUGOU MAN I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT—“ kaminari screamed clinging to the pissed off boy.

“DON’T CARE! DON’T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT! I’M GONNA BE FUCKING LATE SO GET OFF MY DAMN LEG!!”

“PLEASE I HAVE FAMILY!!!!” the electric user desperately yelps.

bakugou only looked at him with a fed up expression.

“WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!!???” he yelled before flinging kaminari into the air.

surprisingly he landed near the entrance of the bus and not the stratosphere so you guessed that was good. it would be too bad if someone funny dissapeared like that but then again another person did get ahead of you so maybe not.

turning around you looked at bakugou, sarcastically asking him if he was gonna cut you off too.

“the fuck? no. I’m not gonna get worked up about fucking seats on the bus.” he snaps getting you a little bit riled up because everything was just annoying you at this point.

“well you don’t have to imply that I’m being childish about it.”

“what? I’m not even saying that. why are you so—“

“what? bitchy?”

“no! when the hell did I even say that!!?”

“you were gonna!”

“that isn’t even tru—“

then a constant stream of arguments stemmed from you two as the perpetrators watched the scene. okay maybe they shouldn’t have annoyed you two too much to the point of getting mad at each other as well.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt two: cooking in pairs? no— cooking in despair

after setting up your things in the designated room you shared with hagakure, you quickly unpacked to head outside and help make lunch. everyone got a choice whether they wanted to help cook or clean afterwards and you of course chose the former, not wanting to deal with the messy tables and plates.

“also you’re paired with bakugou by the way!” she exclaimed from where she sat outside the closet.

“really?” you murmured but didn’t question any further since you did miss the role assigning due to needing to use the bathroom.

stepping outside to the bustling kitchen you neared the cutting area. seeing the mountain of vegetables left totally untouched. where was he?

you thought maybe he’d come a little later but he ended up never coming at all which made you extremely frustrated since he was assigned with you to do the task. to y’know help each other but nooo you had to cut every carrot, every tomato, every potato and damn it the onions are making you tear up.

“heya where’s bakugou?” jiro asked nervously looking around.

“I don’t know, maybe he had better things to do than stay here with me of all people.”

before she could reply a group of steps could be heard coming out of the forest. there, were a few of the boys carrying buckets of water that included the one and only bakugou ‘you’re by yourself’ katsuki.

“well, well, well, look whose here.” you uttered with disdain as they came closer.

the blonde looked at you in confusion and the audacity of it was unreal. since you zeroed in only him you didn’t notice the others with nervous grins and doomed expressions.

“what’s wrong now?” he asked firmly but never with his typical bark even when he’s yelling, not with you.

“nothing. just thought that it could’ve nice if you came and helped me cut some of these up.” you answered sarcastically, annoyance evident in your face.

“so you need help? you could’ve said so. didn’t need to be a brat about it.” he replied in a banterly manner, going to stand next to you but that honestly only made you angrier.

“the nerve of you pisses me of— ugh! you do the rest yourself!!” you yelled before stomping away.

“the fuck just happened.” he muttered staring at your disappearing figure.

the rest could only sigh in defeat while glaring at kaminari who failed to switch with bakugou.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt three: right— no wrong!

after the warm meal what better way to cool off than to take a dip in the nice and refreshing river. putting on your school approved swimsuit you joined the others who were gearing up to play chicken fight.

“oh— whose joining?” you asked after being pulled next to Hagakure near the water.

“all the girls and a couple of the boys! here pick a stick.”

staring at the few multi colored sticks inside the cup you glanced a little longer at the orange colored one. huffing at the fact that you still picked it despite being currently mad at him.

“HOLD ON!!” screamed momo from a few steps away.

“yes?” you wondered, surprised at her unusual outburst.

“I— well ah….so…the thing is….nevermind.” she whispered not wanting to blow their scheme.

right.

turning to look for your partner you saw the boys huddled up and separating, seeming to be done choosing. from what you could see the one with the same color as you was none other than ojiro which you guess wasn’t bad. just not what you were aiming for.

on the other hand the blonde you did want— not that you would admit, who surprisingly even joined was with cheeks as he so annoyingly calls. now that you’re thinking about it everyone gets a deprecating nickname and she gets something cute?! you get it, she really is but damn it didn’t help your growing envy.

even more so when he seemed hellbent on getting your team to lose. with everyone cheering as they won in the end with him looking so smug. as if he successfully achieved his mission.

probably to show off to uraraka.

fuck.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt four: whose your crush?

still upset with him you actively avoided being near him during the night’s bonfire. choosing to sit next to mina instead who brought up playing the ever so popular game of truth or dare.

“so who wants to go first?” she asked cheerfully, glancing at two targets in particular before excitedly announcing bakugou’s name.

“truth or dare?”

“truth.” he answered not even hesitating, probably cause it was the fastest to complete than some dare.

“describe your crush in one word.” she grinned evilly, palms excitedly holding each other.

he took one deep breath, leaning his head up towards the sky. drink a few inches away from his lips that uttered words in a tone different from what they usually hear.

“real fucking cute.”

well that just about sealed your hopes, subconsciously shutting down what’s happening around, not realizing it was your turn.

you really didn’t want to play any games right now but you’re not gonna let bakugou of all people dictate your ability to have fun.

“truth.” you decided, not wanting to do anymore kind of physical labor.

the pink hero hummed as of thinking of a question but immediately bites the bullet.

“who do you like?”

silence fell upon the chatters of your classmate, fire cracking ever so softly. each person on the edge of their seats at your reply.

“I don’t know anymore.” you replied solemnly, which didn’t go unnoticed by the red eyed boy who you made quick eye contact with before looking away.

“oh, well that’s okay! why don’t you ask someone else now?”

“no it’s alright, someone else can have my turn.” you nodded getting up from the log.

“I need to take a breather for a minute.”

with that you left with a certain blonde right at your tail.

“we totally fucked up.” kaminari spoke out loud, the girls looking at him in disagreement.

“we? you were supposed to get him to swap with you on time and they were supposed to be together during the meal preparation!!”

“oh don’t pin the blame on us! whose good idea was it to get them annoyed this morning?!”

“as if it wasn’t you that didn’t tell ojiro about the plan!”

“we didn’t know orange was also his favorite color!!!!”

“that’s no excuse—“

and so a long argument ensued between everybody involved. going back and forth for most of the starry night, leaving the desired pair to deal with the mess unknowingly caused by them.

man, were they shit matchmakers.

— MISSION FAILED

final attempt: the truth

on everything you held dear you tried your best to ignore him calling your name multiple times but you were just so over it all.

“what do you want?” you asked, voice devoid of any warmth.

“tell me what I did wrong.” he spoke honestly, tone holding no kind of anger but a semblance of fear and vulnerability.

but you didn’t reply, feet digging firmly to the soft blades of the grass underneath.

“is it because I like you?”

both of your hands that was wrapped around your shoulders as well as your heart dropped— instantly beating as fast as a bullet train.

“are you sure? cause you have a weird way of showing it.” you grimaced.

his face twisted to a confused look, stepping a little closer to where you were.

“can you tell me the times on how I made you feel that way?” he asked softly, patience almost a hundred percent not given to no one else.

“well first of all this morning you were annoyed at me.”

“I wasn’t. that damned pikachu just put me in a sour mood.”

“I guess he does that often to you. but you also left me to cut most of the vegetables when you were assigned to do it with me.” you reasoned warily.

“what?” he asked, stilling in his spot.

“oh don’t act like you weren’t— hagakure told me so!”

“well she was dead wrong because I was assigned on water duty.”

“what?”

“yeah but that trio of dumbasses kept bothering me to— they kept bothering me to switch with that zappy idiot.” he answered almost like he came to a revelation.

“then what about during the water fight? you were definitely targeting me!”

“only because I didn’t want you on Tails’ shoulder as long as you already have.”

“well you described your crush just a couple minutes ago.”

“yeah.” he nodded looking at your pouty face, eyes wobbling near close to tears.

“you said they were cute.” you said sharply, eyes finally meeting his gaze that was fully set on you.

“you are.” he said as if it was a world known fact.

“what?”

“who did you think I was talking about?”

“It’s not uraraka?” you asked to confirm.

“bo dumbass. it’s always been you.” he answered pulling you in his arms.

“you’re the dummy!” you yelled sinking further in his chest.

“we can be dumb together then.” he murmured as he rest his chin on top of your head.

the moment being serene and peaceful until a soft cheer could be heard from the bushes.

“woohoo.”

“shut up—“

“can you get new friends?” bakugou asked, eyes shut firmly with a familiar frown.

“I’m sure they mean well.” you muttered, smiling slightly.

“aren’t we your friends too bakubro?!”

“NOT AFTER THE BULLSHIT YOU ALL PULLED— ALMOST MADE ME LOSE MY DAMN GIRL!! FUCK OFF!” he scowled, turning to the culprits as he aimed with his hand burning a familiar glow.

“BAKUGOU NO— WE’RE SORRY!!”

boom.

— MISSION SUCCESS

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“i’m alright, mom. i’m still unpacking, but things are comfortable … yes, i’m eating well.” suguru shifts his weight, leaning back as one arm props him up and the other holds the phone close to his ear. the honey smooth voice of his worried mother cracks a smile on his lips, eyes drifting to the stacked boxes in front of him.

his mother is rambling on and on about something suguru isn’t too sure about. his mind drifts to the moment he’s in now and with a gentle caress of his finger to the cardboard boxes, he hears his mother make a conclusion to her own worrisome mind.

then, there was a sudden mention of your name from her. sugurus eyes widen slightly as he turns his head towards his shoji doors, as if you were there waiting for him on the other side, waiting for him to open it.

his mother seems far more concerned with you then she is with him and it makes him chuckle. despite moving in far earlier than the average first year, you had followed him. you’re like a shadow, always beside him and always going along with his plan of things.

“.. she’s doing fine,” suguru sighs, his face wrinkling slightly as he tries to surpass the smile tugging further up his lips. “she’s getting comfortable, yes. yes, mom, she still has the hairpin you gave her, she’s wearing it now, don’t worry.” he sighs and lets out a soft chuckle, ears picking up the quiet slide of the shoji doors from next door. he can hear your silent footsteps making way in the halls, echoing against the wooden floors.

“suguru,” you sing out, footsteps getting closer and closer before you haphazardly slid open the thin doors, heading popping in. “i finished decorating ! you wanna see ?” your face spread with an infectious grin before noticing the phone pressed against his ear, making your eyes widen and your smile drop slightly, wincing slightly.

“bad timing ?”

suguru blinks and laughs, leaning against his arms more. “nah, my mother is just calling.” he can see the smile on your face regrow and if not wider. you rush in and sit beside him, creeping your face closer to his ear, cheeks tinting red at the excitement of things.

”geto san ! this place is amazing !” you laugh and suguru casually hands you his phone, expression softening impossibly more as you gush on about how big the school is and how excited you are to meet the other first years.

the hairpin tucked neatly behind your ear shines in the soft rays of the sun making its way into the room and gosh, you were glowing. maybe it’s because of the casual wear that both you and him are wearing and the fact that you were in his room talking with his mother on his phone, but everything seemed so … domestic.

“we’ll get you lots of omiyage. yes, for both of you,” you laugh and extend your legs, laying them atop of sugurus thighs with much thought. you lean back with one arm propping you up, head throwing back slightly as you let out another laugh, denying something suguru has no clue about.

“we’ll get situated just fine, geto san,” you hum, lips thinning into a soft smile before you hand the phone back to suguru, head tilting to the side gently.

suguru is silent for a moment, listening to what his mother has to say for him before he sighs. his eyes dart to you for a moment, smiling with his eyes before he looks up his window.

“… i’m not gonna be doing that. we’re still kids. it’s too early,” he chuckles out, only to be scolded slightly from the other side of the line. he only sighs and shakes his head, watching you lay on his floor, arms spread like a star and legs still on top of his.

“hmm … she wants to show me her room. i’ll call you back later.” from his peripheral vision, he could see your eyes shine and head tilt up to see him.

“mhm, take care. tell dad i said hi,” he watches you crunch your stomach and sit up, shoulders brushing his as you smile and say your goodbyes. the other line rings and it sounds like his mother is crying, but she hangs up soon after.

“hey, let’s go check out my room ! then, i can help you decorate yours.” you tug on the sleeve of sugurus t-shirt, a hand gripping onto his shoulders to pry you up and on your feet. a breathless chuckle escapes his lips as he gets up himself, sliding his phone and hands into his pockets, following sluggishly behind you as you patter to the room next to him. it reminds him of the time when you were his neighbor back at home, telling him to come over to play and hangout.

despite it all, new environment and new people, suguru thinks nothing much has changed. he can get used to this.

oh, suguru. i miss you so much

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geto before entering jujutsu tech. geto moved to tokyo and he entered the dorm before anyone else. unpacking while on the phone with his mom.

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a ruined date with ben park

alternate : you're neighbors in the countryside, he helps out his parents on their farm while you live with your grandparents after your graduation

the rest of the series : collection for ben park

with your heart racing and hands intertwined, your nerves showed obviously as you waited in front of your home for ben to come get you. he had gathered the courage, pretty face heated, a hand nervously tugging and running through his hair as he asked you out for a date with that grin you loved so much on him.

his hand waved in the air when he saw your figure waiting for him by the door as he jogged over to your house from his, he had dressed up for you. his pace matched yours as you walked through town to the diner where you planned to get ice cream from. your hands brushed against each other but neither of you moved to hold the others hand, just a tad too nervous that you didn't trust yourself not to mess up.

a soft bell chimed as he pushed open the door to the diner before approaching the selection of ice cream. conversation began to become easier again, words and teasing flowing between the both of you as you picked out ice cream unlike on the walk to the diner where nerves got the better of you both.

he paid for both of your cones as you walked out, laughter and words shared between licks of ice cream as you walked together. the sky was gloomier despite the sticky atmosphere, as you tossed the tissues in a nearby trash can after finishing. droplets of rain began to drizzle against the pavement before quickly turning into painful battering against your skin.

both of you ran through the town emptying streets trying to head home quickly. his hand grabbing yours as you crossed the street but he didn't let go, his larger calloused hand clutching yours. you didn't separate even as he pushed open the door to his home and let you walk in first before leading you up to his bedroom. once the bedroom door shut he lets go and you both burst into a fit of giggles. water dripping into puddles under the both of you, clothes stuck to your freezing skin making you feel even colder than you already are.

he stepped just a bit closer and pushed back your hair as you smiled up at him, expression bright despite the cold seeping into your bones. "can i have something to change into? i'm freezing" stepping back he runs a hand through his hair and clears his throat. "yeah let me get you a towel to dry off too" a few moments pass before he hands you a fresh towel and a red shirt of his before pointing to the bathroom so you could change comfortably.

when you step out he's sitting on his bed, you catch a glimpse of his midriff as he pulls down his shirt. your teeth tug at the inside of your lip as you stand there, "where should i put my wet clothes?" he stands and you feel your heart race, you could feel the quick beats on your lips as he takes them from you before leaving the room. "let me hang them up, be right back"

you sit on his bed, your actions tentative as you wait for him to come back. despite working in the fields and practically sweating for a living his clothes and his bedroom smelled calming, like fresh laundry and something else you couldn't exactly pinpoint. your eyes snap to his figure as the door opens and he comes in, your throat runs dry, the situation suddenly felt strangely intimate. the dim room, the rain pouring outside and only wearing his shirt while you sat on his bed, alone with him in his room.

" .. do you have a hairdryer i could use?" you asked before it could become a tense silence. "i don't .. i can help?" he offered with a sheepish grin as he took the towel you used from your lap, carefully drying your hair with more care than you would expect from a man like him. his hands moved slow and clumsy, figuring out how to dry your hair without hurting or pulling at your wet hair. your heart was steady and loud against your chest and from how close he was, you wondered if he could hear it.

"thank you .. your turn?" you stood up and pat the spot you were just sitting in once he finished drying your hair, carefully undoing knots with his fingers instead of a hairbrush. he sat straight on the edge of the bed while you stood between his spread legs. the towel on his head before you gently dried the roots before you began. his hands were on his knees, nervously fisting at the fabric of his pants as he fought the urge to hold onto your waist over the shirt you wore, his favourite shirt. his eyes on your face as your focused on his hair but you could feel his gaze, you kept your eyes trained on the mop of red hair you were drying.

you were afraid of what you would see, what you would feel if you met his gaze. your fingers ran through his hair, lingering in his space before you stepped back and offered a smile. "all done" your voice was a little strained, you hoped he didn't notice that as he smiled and looked up at you from the bed as he ran a hand through his hair. "thanks" his heart raced and his throat bobbed as he noticed your avoidant gaze, were you just as nervous as he was? he wouldn't know and he wouldn't ask just as you wouldn't ask about the wrinkled fabric around his knees and his hands constantly running through his hair. but you both knew.

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Lust for Life

pairing: ex-boyfriend!suguru x f!reader

synopsis: in the time you've loved him, you've learned he's stubborn at best and possessive at worst. maybe even a little unhinged when you take the time to think about it, which is why you don't, you'll just start to miss him all over again. you'd think a couple years away from each other would change the oddly thrilling dynamic between you two, but you're proven wrong once he's back in your orbit

genre/warnings: exes to lovers, smut, angst, profanity, slight yandere behavior from suguru, reader loves pushing his buttons and pulling that side out of him, the type of exes that everyone bets on how long it'll take for them to get back together lol, wc: 6.4k!!

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part one | next part

Can you not be fucking boring and get your ass over here already?

So? You’ll have two whole days to rest after.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just get your ass over here, I miss my friend.

You already knew it in your soul that Shoko already had more than a few drinks in her when she decided she’d ignore your initial decline last week, treating it more like maybe, instead of the definitive answer it absolutely was. But like she said, you’re her friend and you miss her too, so you dragged your ass to her condo, ditching your original plans of staying at home and binge watching your favorite show with a glass of your favorite wine in hand. 

Now you’re here, catching up with long time friends with a tequila sunrise instead. Maybe you were being a little dramatic and boring earlier, forgetting that you’d start to loosen up and have a good time after a couple sips. Not that you’d blame yourself, work has been stressful, straight up kicking your ass at some points this month too. 

You tell Kento all about it, because he’s probably one of the very few people that’ll understand the stress your job puts you through. Both of you just so happen to work in PR, constantly having to put out fires, most of the time there’s multiple fires blazing all at once.

The only thing keeping you going at this point is the pay. They may have you questioning the decisions you make on a daily basis, sometimes even going through an existential crisis from some of the morally questionable things you’ve resorted to in order to get the job done, but they pay you accordingly. Enough to live in a nice part of the city, buy the things you want without a second thought, and have more than enough money left over to hire a competent therapist. 

Not that you’d do that, the last thing you need is to put more thought into what your life’s become. 

Kento’s in a middle of telling you all about the current crisis going on with his job and boss when you both slowly overhear bickering in the background, turning your heads to see Shoko and Satoru whisper-screaming at in each other in the kitchen— both too tipsy to realize how obvious they’re being. 

“Do you mind putting your story on pause for a minute?” you ask the man, pointing at the two as you do, which is a more than good enough explanation for what you’d be leaving the conversation to go do. 

“Not at all,” he sighs, seemingly exhausted from just the sight of the two and how much energy they manage to have at the end of the work week. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, grabbing your drink and walking over towards the two. 

You didn’t even know Satoru was here, figuring he’d just gotten here and wondering what he could’ve possibly done to get into trouble already. By the time you step into the kitchen, they’re just hurling insults at each other, blaming each other over something you’re sure you’ll find out about soon. Shoko doesn’t hold back on telling him how much of an idiot he is, but he stops listening the very moment he notices you.

You watch his eyes grow wide with an emotion you can’t quite put your finger on— you couldn’t tell if he was scared or if he was sorry. All you know is that he did something wrong, Shoko’s scolding him for it, and he doesn’t immediately come out with the truth because he somehow thinks an explanation first would lessen the blow. 

“She said you wouldn’t be here,” he says to you almost immediately, pointing at Shoko because there was no fucking way he was going down alone. 

“I mean, I originally planned on coming, but then she called me and begged me to come,” you respond, confused over what that had to do with their little quarrel. 

You take another step forward towards the two, they’re both tense and the longer they go without telling you why that’s such a big deal makes you tense up yourself. 

“...Well?” you lightly throw your arms out, trying to break the long silence. “Are you two going to just keep standing there staring at me or are you going to explain why me being here is suddenly such a bad thing.”

“You being here isn’t a bad thing,” Shoko’s quick to correct you, slowly starting to feel guilty over pushing you to come over. “It’s just…”

“Look it was just a lack of communication, that’s all,” Satoru takes over and says after Shoko fails to finish her sentence. 

“Oh my god— can you just spit it out already?” You all but say after growing impatient. 

Satoru suddenly blurts out, “Suguru’s gonna be here. Any minute now, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t even know how to feel about that right now.

“What the fuck Satoru?” you breathe out. “Why would you do that?”

There’s not an ounce of anger in your voice, you sound more betrayed than anything and it just makes him feel even worse but he truly wouldn’t have invited his best friend if he knew you’d end up coming over too. 

“I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear,” he responds and the remorse in his voice makes you believe him. He may be a selfish asshole, but it’s not that bad when it comes to you, especially in a situation like this. “He just– look, he just moved back a couple days ago. I didn’t even know he was moving back to begin with. I got so excited that I wanted to surprise everyone tonight.”

Explains why your ex randomly called you at 11:00 pm last night. You’ve been too tired to really think about it though and completely forgot all about it until tonight. 

“Yeah,” Shoko adds, “I swear I would’ve never pushed you to come if I knew. Satoru only mentioned it after he noticed you talking to Kento.”

It’s been a little under 2 years since you two broke up and he abruptly left the city. Everyone swears that his decision to move had nothing to do with you, but you’ve always had a hard time believing it, even up until now, when he finally decides to move back. 

The reason why the two in front of you are so apologetic right now is because they know how bad the break up was, how torn up you both were, and how it all became so much worse for you when you found out he left the fucking country. It was hard enough knowing everything ended on such bad terms, realizing you wouldn’t be getting closure over it just did you in. 

But the past is the past— seriously. If you still felt that way, you’re sure his random call would’ve left you feeling shaken up, at the very least. Yet instead you saw the incoming call, waiting for it to go to voicemail, then went back to bed afterwards, as if nothing had ever happened. 

“You know what, I think I’ll be fine,” you end up saying. 

“Wait seriously?” Shoko flatly asks.

“Yeah,” you nod and offer her and Satoru a soft smile, “I mean c’mon, you’re his friends too. It’s not fair for you two to have to work around us just because we dated.” 

They nod in response at first, both thinking that you two didn’t just date. Sure, you two were together and official, but they wouldn’t call what you had just dating. They’d compare it more to a hardship, one that changes you and builds character. 

Yeah that’s it… except you and Suguru were putting each other through that at least once a week, not to mention that you both fucking enjoyed it. 

But they don’t bother reminding you of how much you two thrived during the tumultuous parts of your relationships, and instead take your word for it, hoping to god that you truly meant it.

“You swear?” Satoru mutters. 

“Mhm,” you hum back, he could almost feel the sincerity of it all if it weren’t for the fact that he knew how you and Suguru could be, together or not. 

“Okay good,” he responds, not sounding too convinced, “because I just saw him walk in through the front door… and now he’s walking over towards us.” 

Crap.

No, no. Not crap. It’s okay, you’re fine, you’re safe.

You hear him greeting Satoru and Shoko just a few feet behind you and it’s obvious he doesn’t realize the person facing away from him is you. It makes you take deep yet silent breaths to prepare yourself, hoping that whatever greeting you’ll be getting isn’t awkward or rude. 

Once you start to feel his footsteps is when you step aside and slowly turn around, giving him the same smile you would wear when walking into a meeting with people you had yet to introduce yourself to. 

The kind that signals “I know we both don’t want to be here right now, but I come in peace”.

And like you just a couple minutes ago, he too is surprised that you were here, especially since Satoru told him you wouldn’t be. But he extends the same “I come in peace” smile to you as well. 

It’s something he’s great at, staying steady. Staying unmoved. A sudden change isn’t something that fazes him, he just rolls with it. 

He doesn’t even mention anything about not expecting to see you here tonight, just sucks you into his initial greeting by curtly saying your name when coming to a full stop. It’s casual but familiar, effortless too. 

“Well,” he smirks at no one in particular and shoves his hands into his pocket, maintaining his perfect posture and relaxed demeanor, “surprise.” 

The brief conversation between the four of you is… good. So good it’s almost scary, the way you’re all able to avoid the topic surrounding why he left in the first place and sounding normal while you do so. All you know is that he literally just got back and has jet lag. 

Oh, and that he’s happy to be back. 

Did you say anything? Not really. You didn’t have questions ready for him like the other two did, so all you did was nod. It was an acknowledgement that you weren’t bitter about him being there and that you’re listening. In return, he glanced at you a healthy amount of times to show that he’s not ignoring your presence and that he considers you an active participant in it. 

Though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel relieved that you got a sudden call in the middle of it, giving you the opportunity to step out onto the balcony to take it, feeling more thankful than ever for the new interns in office. And not only did it give you an excuse to leave, but it gave you the opportunity to go back to Kento to talk more about the drama at his job. 

But that was after Suguru greeted him, along with everyone else he knew, then introducing himself to the ones he didn’t, because he knew he was going be sticking around to see them again.

The night goes on smoothly, you two maintained your distance when you could and acted cordially when you couldn’t. You’re sure Shoko will be calling you the next morning, telling you how proud she was of you for basically behaving. Maybe even Satoru, you two have grown close(r) this past year. 

You even find yourself laughing at something one of the newer friends in your group said. Like actually laughing, because you felt comfortable enough to relax and be in the present rather than being in your head. 

But then Satoru, Yu, and Suguru enter the kitchen, with Yu so innocently being the one to approach you, Shoko and Akari. It’s only normal for him butt in and wonder what it was you ladies were talking about. 

And god bless Akari, who’s blissfully unaware that the ex you’ve always refused to talk about is Suguru. 

She’s also just as kind as Yu, and doesn’t dance around the truth when she tells him about the fucking date you have next weekend, going as far as telling him it’d be at the restaurant that just opened last month. 

Suguru pauses mid-sip when he hears that shit. 

Yu on the other hand is delighted to hear that, because he’s actually a good person. 

“Oh really? Nice!” his brown eyes sparkle as he says it, he’s smiling too. A true sucker for love. 

Suguru smiles too. 

His just has more amusement. It was the kind of smile that you give someone after they’ve said the most ridiculous statement ever, and it’s so stupid that you just hope they keep going. 

That’s it, the kind of smile that dares you to keep fucking with him.

You’d rather not, so you pretend like you didn’t just see the way his eyes briefly darkened and respond to Yu. 

“Yeah! Just a date though, nothing serious,” you chirp out. 

“Not yet at least,” Akari says, completely unaware of how she just twisted the knife for Suguru. 

It’s only something you and Suguru are aware of, though you seem to find it funny with how you try to look away and clear your throat, trying your best not to laugh. 

He was never planning on saying anything in the first place, but your immediate reaction was all he needed to know in terms of how much you changed, which isn’t a lot, clearly. 

But that’s okay, spending almost two years in Spain didn’t do jack shit for him either, which is why he decided to open his mouth.

“All that matters is you’re putting yourself out there again, right?” He asks. It’s soft and encouraging, meant to push the conversation forward.

It immediately triggers Satoru’s fight or flight. He’s seen Suguru pummel other men without warning for just standing too close to you, he knows he’s jealous as fuck under that calm exterior right now.

“Yeah— kinda,” you respond rather blissfully, “he’s been trying to get me to go out with him for a while now, I finally decided to give him a chance.” 

“Persistent,” he hums, taking a sip of his drink to suppress a laugh. “He must be real excited to take you out then, huh?”

“I’d hope so,” you pensively say, suddenly sounding more interested in the guy than you actually are, “it’s always nice feeling a little wanted.” 

“Oh I’m sure,” he passively mutters. 

“Okay,” Shoko joyfully cuts in, clasping her hands together as a way to gather everyone's attention, “I completely forgot about the dessert I threw in the fridge to chill. Anybody want some?” 

“What’d you make?” you ask. 

“Tiramisu,” she nearly beams, knowing that it's one of your favorites and that she made lots of it. 

Without sparing the man across the kitchen island another glance, you push yourself off the counter to help her carry the second dish out to the living room. 

It’s something you keep up for the rest of the night actually— not looking his way, that is. It’s subtle, nobody notices except for him. It helps that he doesn’t try to get in your space afterwards either, he just keeps his distance, trying his best not to pay too much attention to you. 

It’s more difficult than he thought it’d be. Keeping an eye on you is as easy as breathing for him, it was like second nature almost. 

It was also something you were used to, at one point you even admitted it was something that made you feel safe. 

He wonders how you’d feel about it now. 

He wondered if you even felt anything at all, especially when he watched you give everyone except for Shoko an Irish goodbye, doing one last look over at the room filled with people. No, your eyes still didn’t stop on him, but he knows you’re aware of the eyes that followed you and watched as you walked off. 

—

You’re in the parking garage when you hear the door that leads to the staircase swing open. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, he was the type to take the stairs when he knew waiting for an elevator would just waste time. 

You weren’t surprised that he followed you either. Deep down you already knew he would and expected it. 

For the second time tonight, you’re turning around to look at him, but this time around you don’t give him the fake smile that you gave him earlier. There’s no need to pretend that you’re happy to see him, no need to act like everything’s okay for the sake of others. But there’s not a trace of anger or resentment in you either as you watch him walk closer, not even when he comes to a full stop. 

For a while, neither of you say anything. There’s no rush to fill the silence, you just finally get a good look at each other, it has been nearly 2 years after all. Not much has changed about him, the only noticeable things being a new nose piercing— a hoop to be exact, and his hair being slightly shorter, judging by the way it looks tied back in his usual style. 

Then you wait, watching the way the words get caught in his throat. The only reason why neither of you grow nervous or impatient is because you know each other. You know he has too many thoughts that he doesn’t know how to translate into words. He knows you’re not exactly dying to hear them either.

And you both know this is a moment that’s been played over and over in your heads more times than you’d ever admit. 

No, it’s nothing like either of you thought it’d be. There’s no breaking down in tears, there’s no fit of anger, no intense profession of love. Instead it’s quiet, the only thing you’d agree on right now is that this is nice, knowing that you both chose peace for once, even if it was something you’d only get a few minutes of. 

“You only said goodbye to Shoko,” he finally says.

“I did,” you murmur, “letting one person know is better than none though, no?”

He walked right into that one, but knew it was fully deserved. 

“No, I know,” he murmurs back. “I tried calling you last night.”

“You did,” you confirm, still no animosity in your voice. “What for?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, “just wanted to hear your voice, to tell you the truth.”

“Okay,” you softly say, suppressing a laugh. “You’re hearing it now, feel any better?”

He chuckles, “no, not really.” 

“And why is that?”

“Doesn’t make me miss you any less,” he casually admits. 

You can’t help but sigh once you realize this conversation’s starting to take a turn towards where you didn’t want it to go. It’s not a dramatic one, it’s one that shows just how exhausted you are, that this was another thing you didn’t want to have to deal with. 

“Hey Suguru?” 

“Hm?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with any of that information?” you flatly ask, just barely holding back on the sudden annoyance. 

“You’re the one that asked,” he reminds you. “Do you not believe me?”

“You’re the one that came to me,” you remind him as well, beginning to look at him in disbelief, as if he’s lost his mind. “Okay fine, you miss me and it’s nearly two years later. Am I supposed to feel better or something because you randomly called me at 11 on a Thursday night?” 

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles to himself. “No. I just wanted to fucking talk to you, is that so hard for you to believe?”

“Yeah, a little,” you say bitterly, “especially since you completely cut me off and moved to fucking Spain.”

The extra kick to your tone doesn’t go unnoticed by him and knows he deserves that too, knowing that he only moved to a place you enjoyed visiting purely out of spite. Not that he’ll admit that.

“Don’t act like I fuckin’ ghosted you, baby,” he lets out a low laugh. “We were broken up at the time.”

“Didn’t make it hurt any less,” you murmur as you begin to fumble with your keys. 

That completely disarms him. The way you said it made him remember that you’re not just the woman he used to have petty fights with in the past. You’re also the one he’d love on, the one he swore he’d protect, the one that’s plagued his body, mind, and soul since the day you sunk your teeth into each other. 

Yes, even while he was gone.

“Look, I really do mean it when I say I’m sorry,” he says, hoping you’d give him another minute or two if he opened up. “I was having a hard time too and thought leaving was the only way to fix it. I’ll always regret leaving like that. I understand if you don’t believe me, but for what it’s worth, there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you— you’re all I’ve thought about since moving back too.”

He wasn’t planning on saying all of that so soon, but if you didn’t mind pointing out the things that hurt you, then he didn’t see a reason in holding back on how he felt. 

You were receptive, looking into his eyes when he spoke, nodding as if you understood him. There was hope that you’d somehow understand, and he really thought you did there for a moment.

But then you start ripping into him.

“I hope you know that while you got the chance to run off and work through your emotions in some slow, coastal city, I had to stay back and work through mine during the lunch breaks I barely got and the little time I had for myself. So yes, I understand where you’re coming from, but I don’t feel sorry for you, not one bit. I’ll never feel sorry for you,” you reveal with little to no effort, taking pleasure in the way his plans of having a heart to heart literally crumble right in front of him. 

“But don’t worry, baby,” you murmur softly, taking a couple steps forward to whisper the very last of what you had to say in his ear— just so he’d really hear you. “I’ve thought about you a lot too… my stomach never fails to twist in disgust every single time and I’m starting to think it’s from how much I hate you. I don’t just regret dating you, I regret knowing you.” 

It takes him a moment to process everything you just said to him and all he can do at first is let out a dry laugh. You really haven’t changed. 

And again, neither has he. The moment he feels you start to pull away from him, he’s wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and tilts your head up to look at him. 

You’re met with that same amused look from earlier— a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes, the kind that shows you what happens when you keeping fucking with him. 

“You know— it’s a good thing that I know about your bad habit of saying shit you don’t mean when you’re mad,” he murmurs, not breaking eye contact once, but neither do you. “Otherwise, I might’ve actually believed you.”

“And what makes you so sure I don’t mean every bit of it this time?” you ask in the same low tone. 

“Because I know the difference between your anger and your hatred, and right now, you’re giving me all the signs I need to know that you’re just mad that I left,” he simply explains, not interested in going into too much detail about how you give it away. “It’s okay to be mad at me too, trust me, I fuckin’ get it. But I know you don’t hate me, kinda hard to believe that with how unsure you sound when you say it.” 

To put it simply, it sounds forced to him.

He still has you in his hold and tightens the grip he has on you, but it doesn’t hurt. If your ex was good at anything, it’d be handling you with the utmost care, even when it’s to make sure he has your full attention while it was your turn to listen. His thumb draws circles on the back of your nape, you always loved when he did that. It was always the small things.

“You don’t have to believe me,” you scoff, “why would I care about what a man who lies to himself thinks?”

“Alright then,” he chuckles, taking that statement as a challenge. Then his voice drops an octave, “Say it again. Tell me you hate me. If I believe you, I’ll never bother you again.”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous.”

“No, I wanna hear it. Tell me you fuckin’ hate me again, baby.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“That was cute,” he remarks, suppressing a laugh. “You showed me you didn’t right when I mentioned never bothering you again though. What stung more? The thought of me leaving you alone again, or the fact that I even suggested it in the first place?”

“What are you even talking about?” you grimace at him. 

“Your reaction to hearing the words ‘I’ll never bother you again’. I saw how hurt you were from just hearing that come out of my mouth,” his voice softens the more he explains. “You’re good at hiding these things, but don’t forget I’m good at catching them too.”

He’s right, and you change the subject because you’ve tried to forget that fact since he left.

“What happened to you just wanting to talk?” you whisper, pulling you both out of the odd moment you two were having. “Telling someone about how much you think about them, while holding them like you love them, isn’t what I consider a quick chat.”

“I guess you're right,” he hums back, “you’re not just someone though.”

“Is that something you remembered when you moved back, or did you just remember that tonight when you found out that I was dating again?” 

You watch the irritation build up in his face, only for it to dissipate right after remembering that he didn’t come out here to fight you.

“Didn’t have to remember it,” he mutters. “I’ve known for years now.” 

“Must not hold much meaning then with how easy it was for you to leave for as long as you did,” you murmur in disappointment.

“That was the hardest part,” he persists, now cupping your face and mindlessly running his thumbs through your jaw. “I signed a contract while I was there too, an obligation is an obligation no matter where you’re at. I’ve tried calling you a couple times, sending you some emails too, you just deleted them.” 

“Didn’t open them either,” you gladly mention, before finally cutting to the chase. “What do you want, Suguru?”

“You,” he easily says, “all I’ve been able to think about this past year is giving us another try, see if the time and distance did something.”

A few more minutes pass with a couple sweet words and soft touches thrown in them. It’s scary how easy it was for you to fall back into what was once normal, but he made it easy. He knew what to say and made sure he only said words that he truly meant.

Being held by him felt nice, being wanted by him felt even nicer. You never really knew what it felt like to be seen until Suguru came along and showed you what that meant and the affection it holds. 

Maybe that’s why you were so distraught with this last break up. It was different with all the others, he was always a drive away, there was always that possibility of getting back together. That’s what happened every time. 

So when you remember the last time— how utterly lost you felt, how you felt like there was a chunk of your soul missing— you get spiteful.

“You know I love you, baby,” he softly reminds you. “What do you say?”

“I hope you rot in Hell.”

—

There’s not much else to say about your surprise reunion with Suguru, other than you left after he told you he’d save you a spot when he gets there. 

He’s stubborn, getting the last word in is something you already expect from him. 

You also knew that night in the parking garage was not the last you’d hear from him. Suguru’s persistent. Being told to go to hell is the last thing that would stop him from trying again.

You’ve heard from him every day since then. It’s never annoying, he’s not the type to smother you unless you ask him for it. The messages he sends you aren’t the kinds that you have to reply to right away. They’re the ones you can read and take your time replying to, if you even feel like replying at all. 

The purpose of them serves more of a reminder that he’s back and that he’s not going anywhere, not that you feel much of an urgency when you remember that. He’s someone you can take your time with. Which is wonderful, because you plan on taking all the time you need. And not even that is a guarantee that you’ll want to give him another chance. 

Which is why you never canceled on the date that you had planned for the night. You deserved to go out and have fun and forget about your life for a moment. Yeah, you can do that with your friends, but you all are so invested in each other's lives that spending time with them doesn’t provide much of an opportunity to step away from yourself.

Tonight’s… nice. This new restaurant is higher end, which isn’t bad, it just doesn’t have the same atmosphere as some other places you’d prefer to have your first dates at. It’s what you expected this place to be. The interior and furniture are modern. Main colors are black and emerald. Each dish is triple the price compared to most restaurants and no bigger than your palm. 

You hope to god you don’t have to pay.

Your date's name is Gabriel. He’s a really sweet guy. Although, there’s not much you have in common with him. You find yourself mainly asking him open ended questions so that the conversation doesn’t awkwardly fizzle out, and thankfully it’s working. The one thing you’ve come to learn from constantly meeting new people is the best way to get them to open up is to get them to talk about themselves.

Everything’s going okay, and yet you’ve felt a disturbance in the air for the last ten minutes. You don’t realize what it is until your date goes on his phone for a moment when you decide to do a quick look over at the restaurant and see Suguru himself. 

He’s a few seats away from you, and from where his seat is positioned, he’s had a clear view of you for however long he’s been here. He should be focused on his date right now, but he’s been a little busy waiting for you to notice him these past couple minutes. No, she doesn’t realize it, you have no idea how she doesn’t.

You almost question how Suguru was able to get a date and reservation so fast, but then you remember he’s handsome and wealthy. He’s also a little asshole that’ll use those two to his advantage if needed.

His presence almost immediately makes it more difficult to enjoy yourself and focus on your date. Not out of nervousness, you are way past that with him. This is pure annoyance. It gets so bad that you end up having to excuse yourself from the table a few minutes later, just so you could have a moment for yourself and relax. 

Right before you reach the door of the bathroom, you get the idea to just wait in the hall instead, opting to lean against it while you use your phone. You didn’t really need to use it anyways. 

“Long line in there?”

You almost hate how you were right. 

“Seriously?” You snap at him in a low tone, all he does is offer you a slightly confused look in return. “Don’t look at me like that. We both know you’re just wasting that poor girl's time just so you could see what I’m doing here.”

“Not everything’s about you, baby,” he says, determined to maintain his innocence for the night. “It’s not a crime to suddenly want to eat here— the place has good reviews.”

“You are so full of shit,” you say, clearly stressed over his presence. “You have to book a month in advance to eat here. You moved back a week ago.”

“I know. That’s why I paid,” he states it like it’s obvious. 

And that’s because it is. “That’s the point I’m trying to make!”

The more annoyed you get, the more pleased he seems by it, so you force yourself to calm down because you’d rather not have him get the brilliant idea to start picking on you. 

“So what you’re saying is,” he tilts your chin up so you could look at him, “I found a random girl to take out, called the restaurant to see what time your reservation would be, paid triple the amount an average dinner costs here to get a reservation, then paid a little extra to be seated near your table— you think I’d do all of that just so I could be in the same place as you?”

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head after realizing that he also took another customer's seat to get a better view of you. The answer is yes, you do think he’d do all of that, especially after seeing his initial reaction to learning that you were going out with another man, because he’s fucking crazy. 

You sigh and look away from him. “You’re right, guess I’m overthinking things,” you say, making the man nod in agreement. He seems satisfied with how fast it took to get you to back down. 

Then you open your mouth again. 

“Provably just the nerves,” you shrug, feigning innocence that he’s easily able to see through. Not that you care, it was your turn to mess with him. “But hey— if I don’t make a good enough impression here, then there’s always the chance after dinner.”��

His eyes narrow at that, but then magically finds it in himself to gain his composure– clearing his throat, unclenching his jaw.

Then he chuckles, darkly might you add, “and how do you plan on doing that sweetheart?” 

“There’s no point in asking when all you need to do is just simply remember, baby.”

And that pisses him off in ways most people wouldn’t believe, so he lies.

“I’m having a hard time remembering right now actually, care to remind me?” 

He does it so easily too, it takes zero effort showing you the asshole he’s capable of being.

“No, not really,” you say, taking a step closer to adjust his collar. Then you sigh in disappointment, cupping his jaw with one hand and looking straight into his eyes that were full of nothing but murderous intent right now. You’re just not sure if it’s towards you or your date tonight, maybe both. “I really am a fool for loving you as much as I did, aren’t I? Maybe I’ll forget too once I let him have his way with me later, seems to have worked pretty well for you since you have to ask.”

If you’re a fool, he’d admit he’s an even bigger one, just not tonight when he’s forced to picture you with another man in his head. 

Your vulnerability takes zero effort, you’re the only person he knows that’s able to actually weaponize it. You know admitting something like that to him is something that’ll soften the sharpness of his gaze. 

Loving him is easy to admit. Love isn’t a weakness to you, it’s not something that has control over you. You could set it aside for a moment while you stick your hand through his chest, rip his heart out, and keep it for yourself.

It’s sick. 

He admires that about you.

If you’re a fool, he’d admit he’s an even bigger one anyway other day, just not tonight.

“You’re smart babe— picky too. Do you actually think he knows how to fuck like I do?” he whispers in your ear. 

“Not clue,” you calmly respond, which is harder than most days, you’re not very used to him dipping his head down into the crook of your neck to whisper something to you. “But I could fuck him as good as I always do, not that you’d remember.”

Oh he fucking does. 

The way you’d slam your hips down on him over and over again, forgetting about everything in that moment, including him, all while you’d focus on treating him as if he were your personal toy. It’s just one of the things he misses about you. 

There’s a sudden change in his tone when he finally speaks up after the little flashback.

“Let’s get out of here.” It’s not a demand, he’s throwing a suggestion out there and praying you take it, maybe even a beg if he were feeling more desperate than usual.

“I’m on a date,” you suddenly laugh. 

“So am I,” he argues, but finds himself smiling too, “I’ll ditch mine if you ditch yours.”

“You are such an asshole,” you say, covering your face while you continue to laugh, all while he tries to move your hand away to get you to look at him. “I feel so bad that you dragged her into this.” 

“She’s probably the happiest customer here— no pressure, order what you want, while the guy who’s footing the bill is spying on his girlfriend who’s on a date,” he shrugs, having already accepted that he looks even crazier now. 

It doesn’t even surprise you though, you just shake your head. “I’m not gonna ditch him, Suguru. He thinks this whole thing is real.”

He smirks at that, “so what you’re saying is it’s fake for you?”

“It became fake when you decided to infiltrate my date,” your mutter.

“Alright fine,” he gives in, taking a deep breath, “don’t go home with him.”

“Do you actually think you’re in a position to ask that?”

“Nope,” he curtly responds, “this is me being so fuckin’ selfish right now. I will literally buy you whatever you want if you go home right after this.”

At least he admits it. Maybe it’s time to admit that you weren’t planning on going home with the guy to begin with.

Actually no, you’re better off keeping that to yourself. 

“Okay fine,” you finally agree, before murmuring, “this isn’t me agreeing to giving you another chance though, you just look fucking insane right now.”

“I’m alright with that,” he hums, “what do you want, by the way?”

“To never do this again,” you sharply respond.

“I can do that,” he chuckles. 

He’ll just fight them instead.

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second one is from a deleted scene trust

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oh dear 💔

one day i am gonna grow wings.

guys i keep seeing this tiktok trend and i thought about satoru💔💔i am on a roll with these gojo angsts

Satoru always said he’d grow wings one day.

“Not to die” he’d grin, spinning his blindfold between his fingers, “just to be free.”

Freedom meant something to him.

It meant not having to choose between lives. Not being weighed down by duty, legacy, love, being the strongest.

You? You wanted to grow wings just so I could finally stop. Not fly. Just fall.

“One day, I will grow wings,” You whispered once, into the curve of his neck. He froze.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Because that sounds like giving up.”

You never told him you already had.

Years passed. You two had been dating since you were both 17, you were now teachers in jujutsu high.

He kept floating higher, stronger, colder, lonelier.

And you stayed behind, feet in the mud, eyes skyward, always reaching.

There were moments he reached back. Fleeting. Gentle. Warm.

But he was always looking past you. Farther. Beyond.

The strongest.

The honored one.

The caged bird who thought the sky was his.

The day he died, he didn’t scream.

Not even when it came quiet and cruel and so fast that the world didn’t realize it was already over.

He laid in front of you, split into two, eyes dull,

looking up at the once so bright sky.

A second of silence.

“Guess you’re the one who gets to fly after all.”

And then he was gone.

You didn’t die. You lived, maybe for you his sake or maybe because he took your role already.

You lived with his name in your mouth, with his smile stitched into your ribs. You walked where he couldn’t. You held the children he saved.

You watched the sun rise in the places he never made it to. The bucket list you two had made crumpled up in your pocket.

And slowly, achingly, you began to feel it.

The lift in my chest. The ache in my back. Like wings, growing where grief used to sit.

He grew wings in death. You grew them in life. He flew into the dark. You soared toward the light.

You always thought you’d be the one to leave first. And yet you were the one standing here. Lungs full of all the words you never said. Hands open, finally, finally empty.

Staring up into the clouds, like the sky finally made sense. Like you saw where he’d be standing now and felt peace in it.

And you hate him for that.

You hate that he believed in you more than he believed in himself.

You hate that he left you with the weight of his hope when all you wanted was to be small enough to hide inside his shadow.

But you carried it. Every memory of him. The laughter, the anger, the arrogance, the softness you never let others see.

You grew them. Wings. Not for dying. Not to escape. But to live.

To finally be what Satoru dreamt about the most.

Free.

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Dear kind-hearted soul,

I write to you with a heart full of pain and hands that tremble with despair.

I am a father of five children in Gaza. We are starving — truly starving.

There is no food, no clean water, and no safety. My children cry themselves to sleep each night, their small bodies weak from hunger. I was injured during an airstrike and can no longer provide for them. Every day, I watch their strength fade, and I can do nothing but weep.

This is not a famine — this is forced starvation.

Aid is blocked. The world is silent. But I know that somewhere, someone like you still cares.

Please, I beg you if you can, donate.

Even a small amount can buy bread or clean water.

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Please help me it's urgent my son is suffering from rheumatic fever, and it is a type of bacteria from the streptococcus family causes pus on the tonsils and an increase in pus causes a problem in the heart muscle and needs to inject penicillin please donate for the healing of my son the injection is 60 dollars and needs good food donate what you can and/or share I'm really sorry I don't want to be a burden to anyone and I don't want to lose my child

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