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the warmth of suguru’s body against your bare thighs made it hard to breathe. not in a dramatic way, just in that quiet, heavy kind of way. like your lungs forgot how to exist without him near. your fingers moved gently through his hair, washing the shampoo out like it was some delicate ceremony. and maybe it was. taking care of someone you loved. your hands moved through his hair, slow, careful, like if you were gentle enough, you could make time stay. the shampoo slid down his back and into the water. loving suguru meant learning every part of him. the exact order of his expensive hair care routine. like the way he leaves his conditioner in for exactly five minutes. he never asked you to. but you learned it anyway, because if he treasured it, you wanted to treasure it too. the way he’d close his eyes like he was somewhere safer than here. you wanted to be that place for him. you never said it, but washing his hair always felt like the closest you could get to him. like touching something that didn’t belong to you. the shampoo spiraled down from his scalp, slipping into the water, and he smiled. it was soft. barely there. maybe it was because he liked being pampered. maybe it was because your touch made him feel less alone. or maybe it was because your hands always made him feel like something sacred. like he was meant to be held. you rinsed the last of the conditioner, your hands lingering a little longer than you needed to. you didn’t want it to end. didn’t want this quiet moment to dissolve like bubbles in bathwater. he looked up at you, still smiling. you smiled back, even though your heart was already aching. aching with how much you loved him. aching with how afraid you were of someday losing this. your fingers tangled in his hair just to keep him close. and he leaned in and kissed you, slow, soft, almost sad. like he was saying i love you. like a thank you. like a promise. like he was already missing you, even though you were still right there.

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* manga spoilers and mayb ooc ahead ! *

denji used to waste hours just staring at old pictures of you. he’d trace your smile with his eyes, trying to feel something—anything—again. he still remembers the way your hands fit into his, how it happened accidentally but felt like fate anyway. sometimes, in the middle of the night, he’d catch your scent in the air, faint, and he’d stop everything just to breathe you in, he closes his eyes just to hear your voice say “i love you,” like it’s a memory he plays on loop. sure, he says that to Nayuta now, but it’s not the same. it never will be. nothing compares to the way you looked when you first said it to him, like the words lit you up from the inside out. you were glowing. god, he swears you were glowing. when everything felt too heavy, like remembering power and aki, it was you he thought about. not the future, not hope, just… you. and that feeling you gave him. like maybe, just maybe, things could be okay. but things aren’t. not anymore. you, power, and aki, all gone, and it was all his fault. your all just ghosts that lives in his memories, and he’s stuck, aching, yearning, begging the universe to bring you back. not even for love. just for that one feeling of normal. that feeling that only ever existed when you were around. and now he waits. still. for something that might never return. for you. always you.

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walking around the grocery store was always a mess with satoru following behind. he’d wander off, yelling your name down random aisles like a dramatic romcom extra. “babe, come here! look!!” he’d shout, holding up his favorite sweet like it was a rare gem, as you stood at the end of the aisle with the half-filled grocery cart. when you finally made your way to where he was standing, it was his favorite sweet treat. “can we get it? please.” he whined, dragging it out like a kid. you throw it in the cart just to shut him up but he grins like he won the lottery. as you guys kept walking around the grocery store, he kept grabbing random stuff after that, holding up throw pillows like, “this would look good in our room! whatddaya, think? do you like it?” 5 seconds later he’s holding up a lamp “we need this.” yelling at him to look at the grocery list again. but somehow. somehow, you wouldn’t wanna be lost in any other aisle.

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it was 5:00 pm on a friday, your favorite time, always. not because of the weekend, not because of the quiet. but because he was about to come home. nanami kento. the closest personification of perfect. only being the closest because — nobody is perfect. instead of worrying about his flaws though, you don’t point out the cracks, you kiss them. you make sure he knows he matters, with every look, every word, every stupid joke you say just to make him smile. his voice still feels like safety, his presence still feels like home. and yeah, maybe that’s what love is. just waiting for someone at the door and knowing your heart’s already there, waiting too.