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Satoru graduates and starts going on missions alone. He gets back home to a quiet house and can’t stand the silence, so he gets a puppy to fill in the cracks.

Satoru names his puppy Hachiko after the dog that waited by the train station for its dead owner to return from work. And Hachiko waits by the door for Satoru to return home every day.

Satoru calls Hachiko’s name to tell her he’s home when she’s an old crusty white dog with cataracts. She comes limping toward the sound, tail wagging, brushing against the walls.

Satoru buys a gravestone for Hachiko when she passes on and buries her in his family graveyard like she’s human. Sometimes he gets home and slips off his shoes while absentmindedly calling her name, and the sound echoes like a plea into the emptiness of the room.

Satoru never really moves on. He keeps a photo of Hachiko in his wallet, right next to an old polaroid of him, Suguru, and Shoko, and on his bad days, he stares at the memories like they might come to life again somehow.

Satoru refuses to get another puppy.

Satoru dogsits for Megumi on the weekends and cries when the divine dogs play fight. The white one looks just like Hachiko and keeps smacking the black one and the black one just playfully swats it away and they remind Satoru so painfully of his teenage years.

Satoru comes home one day and flicks on the lights. This time, he remembers not to call Hachiko’s name. But he’s greeted with cheers, his students, his old classmates.

Happy birthday.

Satoru cries when a party hat is placed on his head and two puppies are placed into his lap. One black, and the other white. For a moment, he almost calls the white one Hachiko, but he swallows the name and just lets them lick his hands.

Satoru watches them grow up from a distance, never really allowing them to be his whole world the way Hachiko was. He feeds them, walks them, but keeps them in a separate room so they don’t wait by the front door. They’re not allowed to sleep in his bed. He can’t bear to see history repeat itself.

Satoru lies on the concrete bleeding out, and his last thought is of the empty house that will follow. He doesn’t think of victories, or curses, or even appearing strong for once. He only wonders if the puppies will be waiting by the doggy gate the way Hachiko used to wait – tails wagging, patient, loyal.

Satoru never gets to find out.

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"Please."

The plea fell from your mouth in a rush, like wind stolen from your lungs. Your hand clamped around semi-real flesh, much to the stunned shock of the Genie you'd summoned.

"Please," You continued, swallowing back the tears that ached in your throat, "I only want one wish. I just- I need her to be okay."

The silence stretching between you was deafening. His hair swayed with the tilt of his head, crystaline blue eyes locked with your own. Gojo smiled, but you weren't sure how kind it was.

"One wish, huh? You have yourself a deal."

Anyway can you tell I have thoughts? I have thoughts. Genie/Jinn Gojo x Kitsune Suguru x Reader You see these thoughts? I see these thoughts

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Wasteland

Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Gender Neutral Reader Thought... CW: SCP Foundation (with my own ideas), Horror, literally just a random ass thought I had that I thought could be silly. Relations are Romantic.

Your head jerked up at the sound of your own name- or had mentally. Outwardly, you were composed, ignoring the thread of tension that thrummed up your spine.

"Yes?" Your voice returned, even and composed, even as you adjusted the strap to your uniform. Almost unconsciously, your hand grazed the ID card sitting on the thick, dark fabric made to ensure that little to nothing could tear through it.

Your name. Clearance level: 4.

"I've been told to bring you this report." The Level 3's voice was just as quiet, but underlaid with nervousness, "New SCPs have been taken into custody. Mrs Fukuda has appointed you their caretaker for the time being."

The folder made a soft thudding noise as it hit the white metal of your desk. You slid your finger along the edge of the brown paper, internally sighing to yourself. A flick of your hand dismissed the Level 3 as you sunk back into your seat.

Caretaker, huh?

You knew what that entailed. You'd been given a task before like this. The healed-over injury to your arm could have attested to that- an SCP that had breached containment in search of you, its supposed tormentor.

Your gaze fluttered listlessly over the pristine walls, breathing in the smell of newly sprayed disinfectant, before your hand met the bridge of your nose.

Another responsibility, outside of the reports you still have to file. Two more responsibilities- if the amount of files were accurate, and there weren't secretly multiple in one- on top of your ever growing list.

The resigned silence that settled on your shoulders like a dead weight eventually lifted, your fingers sliding once more against the rough paper. You flipped open the first file, giving it a once over. You knew there wouldn't be a lot of information (uncomfortable enough), but to see these as fleshed out as they were was... weird.

Item #: SCP - 7010

Informally: Gojo Satoru.

Special containment procedures: SCP - 7010 must be inside of his chamber at all times. He cannot have access to anything that has not been priorly reviewed. Additionally, sweets and stimulation seems to keep him from attempting to leave.

SCP - 7010 appears as a light-skinned, humanoid male with white hair. Its eyes have not been seen, as they are covered by a bandages that act as a blindfold. It is theorized to be part of its face, but there is no confirmation. SCP - 7010 requires bribery in order to give information.

...

Right, you deadpanned, sighing internally to yourself, okay. Hi, uncanny valley. I'll see you soon.

You flipped to the next folder, flipping the clip open and squinting at the words.

Item #: SCP - 7512

Informally: Geto Suguru.

Special containment procedures: SCP - 7512 is to be kept in a chamber away from SCP - 7010 and given access to books in order to not cause unrest. Avoid physical contact.

SCP - 7512 is a humanoid, tall male with long, stygian black hair. Its eyes are brownish-violet, and it wears a simple, short-sleeved, white t-shirt and baggy black trackpants.

You took one, long, slow blink before hauling yourself out of your desk chair.

You really, really, needed to talk to Mrs. Fukuda.

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He's exhausted beyond belief, both physically and mentally. You can see the way his shoulders are weighed down, even if part of him is happy.

And despite this exhaustion, he still cups your face in his hands. He still presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, the bottom of your jaw, before flopping his weight on you.

Despite this exhaustion, bleary, tired eyes blink up at you from where he's settled over you like an weighted blanket, inquiring tiredly about your day.

Despite being so, so, so tired, he still snuggles closer and refuses to sleep until you've finished talking to him. You're his favourite story he couldn't live without.

Despite being so exhausted, he still struggles out a whispered "g'night" and burrows his face in the crook of your neck. You all around him. The bodywash you use. Your own natural scent.

Warm.

Safe.

Home.

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Silly goober

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Hermes...

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Shenaniganry....

Let it be known that Tesav likes to torment the HPSC president...

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Anyway as you can tell I am very gay at this time

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Is it too much to ask?

Hawks, who doesn't want his moniker anymore, but doesn't feel right being called Keigo Takami.

Hawks, who after losing his wings, had to learn to walk again for months. The weight on his back wasn't there anymore. And that's not even thinking about the therapist he probably still has to see.

Hawks, whose senses don't feel right anymore. He used to be able to hear vibrations through his wings, feel the wind running through them. He used to be able to hear and see much sharper. He can't any more. And he hates it.

Hawks, who can't seem to taste anything anymore. It's all ash to him.

Hawks, who desperately burrows into you with a huff. Hawks, who constantly feels off balance, but maybe you. Maybe you're steady.

You, who kisses his forehead so gently, who cherishes him, and indulges in all of the habits he insists he doesn't have. He may not have the bird-brained instincts, but muscle memory still remained.

Keigo, who hauled you into the nest he'd made and curled up, face burrowed as deep into your neck as possible. Breathing in your scent, letting the one thing that was solid wash over him.

You. You were solid. You were the only thing that felt Right.

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Gentle touches throughout the day. His face buried in the crook of your neck, muttering out how he could get drunk on the smell of you. Such a grounding sensation.

Everything he eats tastes like ash but you smell like honeyed promises kept under dawn light filtering through the blinds on an early morning.

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Love me some OC x Canon

Introducing: Tesav, and post-canon Hawks

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Hear me out.

Fae AU Hawks.

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HEYA!

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