#kiko is bad at responding to asks sometimes

[siriuslysatorusimping]

what does gojo feels whenever he woke up with her beside him? and does she have her own closet in his house or she just wears his clothes when she sleepover?

AHHHHHHHH

THIS IS FROM TWO MONTHS AGO.

IT'S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS AND I'M SORRRY.

AHHHHHHHHHHH I'M FINALLY GONNA ANSWER IT

okay so this question was asked before Shibuya, therefore I will answer it with that in mind.

I will also provide an answer for what he felt when he woke up next to her in All That I Am Is Yours to make up for my tardiness 😬

It is BELOW THE CUT!!!! 😊

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

Pre-Shibuya Gojo

Pre-Shibuya Gojo was excited when he woke up next to Rinko. A little giddy, a little hopeful. Kinda wondering if he should nix his plan for telling her and just tell her he loved her. He was still kinda scheming.

So, if we think about the the morning of Shibuya, when he told her it was a lazy day in bed, just think literal idiot in love.

He woke up with her snuggled against his chest, her hair all wild, probably some drool, and he looked down and just felt it in his soul that he was gonna tell her that evening that he was in love with her.

Then, as he waited for her to wake up, he started planning. He was gonna tease her a bit by being a dramatic lil dumbass and make her think that because he'd done something like that before for dumb shit, it likely wasn't important. So he knew she'd think he was just being dumb. He was gonna buy her some Thai food and bring her back to his place and make her cum to make her more susceptible, and then he was gonna tell her he was in love with her and then dodge her knives when she inevitably tried to stab him because she didn't believe him. 😂😂😂😂

As for if she had her own closet at his place:

Nope! She just stole his clothes whenever she stayed over 😂 Or, if she knew she was going to be there for a while, she would bring a bag. So up until now, she's essentially been living out of a duffle bag. But she would still steal his clothes to sleep in and obviously she stole all of his sweaters 😂

All That I Am Is Yours- forward

Now? He's just so fucking happy when he wakes up next to her. He has the love of his life who knows he's in love with her by his side. Better yet? She loves him back.

He's relieved. So relieved when he wakes up next to her.

Because now they can start the rest of their lives. She's still recovering, but she's alive. And she's healthy. And she's safe. And he just wants to let her know even more how much he loves her. He didn't get a chance to really talk to her after she woke up initially because Shoko was doing checks and then she passed out as soon as they got back to his condo, so now he has time to talk to her and tell her he loves her and thank her for loving him. And to tell her that she was the only reason he truly wanted to keep living. That without her, he had no reason to live through Sukuna.

So, when he woke up that morning with her sleeping like the dead next to him because her soul was still regenerating, he just decided, "Fuck it, I'm waking her up and asking her to marry me. She can go back to sleep after she says 'yes.'"

He then proceeded to think of how he was going to ask her without her thinking she was dreaming, so he decided he was gonna have to ask something stupid first. And he also tried to think of all the ways he could act completely ridiculous to make sure she thought he was just being an idiot. Because he knew she'd be irritated at being woken up and he also knew that she was going to think he was dumb 😂

And then he woke her up and felt his heart soar at seeing her irritated, sleepy eyes staring up at him, still filled with love, and he felt it again in his entire soul that he loved her more than anything in the world and wanted to spend forever with her.

So then he acted like the dumb lil horny boi we know and love and did exactly as he planned and then proceeded to remember his breeding kink for a moment near the end 😂😂😂😂😂

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I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR TAKING LITERALLY TWO MONTHS TO ANSWER??? 😬💕💕💕💕

[arievir]

Chapter 8 - All Pieces Come Together

Warning: cheating, sickness, leukemia, mentioning of death, family issues, bad parenting, feeling sick, emotional issues (please be aware of these)

Masterlist LFTM

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You stood still after hearing the word breaking up from Gojo. No one knew about it except Shoko. In fact, it was a pause and you were sure Kento wouldn’t tell anyone. It was impossible for Shoko to tell as well. Therefore, you were confused about how Gojo knew.

“What did you just say Gojo?”

“W-why did you choose Toji? It’s because I have an affair with his wife? You’re mad at me so you chose him right?” Gojo asked with a shivering voice.

“Gojo, I don’t know what you’re talking about” you stroked his backhands in a circle with your thumbs.

Gojo gave his phone to you. You read the gossip news. This time there were photos. The first photo was the day you saw Gojo and Kiko kissing outside here.

Another photo was when Toji arrived home and you were about to leave for dinner with Kento. The photo showed Toji stroking your head and opening the door for you to get in the car once you were done with helping Megumi.

You analyzed the picture. You were assured that the photo of Gojo and Kiko was taken outside the mansion. However, you were worried about your photo with Toji. The angle showed the photo was taken from inside their mansion.

You scrolled his phone to read the text of the news.

“It was confirmed that Gojo has an affair with Fushiguro Kiko. It seems her husband has picked a good fight with them by choosing l/n y/n as his new girl. Our reliable source also said Nanami Kento and l/n have broken up recently. We wonder where this love story will end. We all can finally be happy to know our favorite blond haired man can survive from this complicated love between Gojo and l/n”

You looked up to see Gojo having a lingering sadness in his eyes. You grasped his hand and brought him to sit on the couch.

“If I tell you, will you believe me?” you used another hand to caress his back up and down slowly.

“I will” Gojo responded seriously.

“Toji and I are just friends. Gojo……Kento and I, we pause a relationship, but there is nothing to worry about. We can still get back together. I believe Kento wouldn't tell anyone and no one should know about it. It has been only a couple days” you lowered your head.

“Then, why are there photos?” Gojo spoke in a stern voice.

You were silent. There was something that bothered you about the photo with Toji. You shut your eyes tight because the past few days, there were a lot of things happening at the same time.

You recalled people who knew about this. It should be you, Kento, Chie, and Shoko. Something in your mind told you the three of them wouldn’t tell anyone.

You thought about who you met, Kiko, Toji, and Megumi. Kiko wouldn’t know since you didn’t have a good conversation with her and she wouldn’t do Something that could hurt her as well.

You and Toji barely talked anything about it. You remembered you didn’t mention Kento at all.

About Megumi, he asked you but you neither rejected nor confirmed. You were deep in your thoughts, so you didn't hear Gojo call out your name.

“y/n?” Gojo leaned on his left side to look at you.

“Huh? Sorry I was thinking of some other things”

“I’m sorry for everything I caused” his head dropped.

“I’m sorry too. I should have talked to you since that day”

“Are you okay?” his eyes were soft.

“Are you okay?” you gave him a light smile.

Unexpectedly, you heard the stomach growling so loud. You touched your stomach but you could tell it wasn’t from you. You met Gojo’s pretty eyes and knew it was his.

“Sorry, I was too worried and too busy to eat” he shyly admitted.

“Come, let’s eat something. I’ll make some easy ramen for you”

During lunch time, you both ate together quietly. Your mind recalled the moment between you and Kento. When Gojo asked you questions, you answered everything and sometimes offered him a gentle smile.

Gojo knew your mouth was smiling but your eyes indicated otherwise. You looked worn out and mournful. He could tell your body was here, but your soul wasn't.

Gojo observed all the movements. He saw you checked your phone and then there was the light sparking on your eyes again.

“Gojo, I gotta go. I’ll see what I can do” you told him and were about to leave before Gojo grabbed your wrist.

“Won’t you ask me anything about Kiko?” Gojo asked softly.

“I think I’m not in the position to ask you anything” you believed Gojo wanted to explain this to Runa, not you.

On the other hand, Gojo wanted you to ask. He wanted you to listen to why he did it. He knew you wouldn't care, but he hoped, hoped that you would care about him more. He then let go off your wrist.

You walked to the front door before thinking about Runa’s last word before she died. You turned back to look at Gojo who stood behind you without moving.

“Let’s meet again soon, okay?” you would do what you could do for his sake, for Runa sake.

Gojo looked up to meet your eyes. He closed the space between you and gave you a big smile. “Aha, I can wait!”

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You came back to your penthouse to meet Kento after receiving his text. You made a homemade hamburger for him. You hadn’t done it before, so you delicately cooked with each process. You grilled the meat, mixed vegetables to have some spicy taste, and grilled the bread.

Then you took a shower and got dressed. You perceived you didn’t look well for the past few days. Still, you preferred Kento to see you fine.

Then, you heard the door open and you ran from the bedroom to greet Kento. You showed him the wide smile which you hadn’t done since that day. Kento came back with his exhausted look.

“Kento, let's have dinner tog-”

“Sorry, y/n. I’m here to talk and grab some stuff. I-I’ll leave soon, gonna have dinner with our new business partner. Did you cook for me already?”

“Ahh, s-sure. No, it was from today's lunch” you walked to grab his hand and brought him to sit.

“What’s it, Kento?” your face brightened.

“The article, I believed you didn’t tell anyone about our pausing and I didn’t tell anyone either. I checked with Chie and Shoko already, but they both told no one. So what will you do?” Kento clasped your hand firmly.

“I-I think I should talk to Toji and Kiko. I don’t care about the news but I should at least clear the misunderstanding. I don’t want to break anyone family”

“I agree. I think I’m not gonna do anything about the article either. I’m too busy already” Kento explained.

“Do what you see it’s proper. Kento, I want us, I want us to be together again. I don’t want to live like this, I miss you” you stared at him with tears.

“I miss you too, but I think we both still need more time. I’m sorry” He brushed your hair back away from your face before standing up and going to the bedroom.

“No, it’s you who need time, not me. I need you” you studied his chestnut eyes. You hoped he would say anything, instead, he turned your back and walked away.

You sat still. Observed the way he rolled his sleeves up on his arm which you used to hook your arm, the way he folded those clothes with his long fingers which you used to interlock with, the way he moved his body which you used to cuddle. Those things seemed to be forever, he was close to reaching by your hands, but too far to reach by your heart.

When he was busy with collecting his stuff, you stood up. Abruptly, your legs were weak and you dropped to the floor. You glanced at Kento, but you could only see his wide back. You used your hands to push yourself up from the floor and tardily stood up on both feet.

“Y/n, I’m leaving. Please take care and call me whenever you need help, okay?” His eyes were on you. You studied how he had dark circles under the eyes. He looked thinner.

He turned his back and reached the doorknob before you spoke.

“Take care” you watched as he left the penthouse. You sat at the table and had dinner by yourself.

The food was cold, but you still ate them. For a moment, your vision was blurry because tears were all in your eyes.

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Next morning, you woke up with swollen eyelids. You planned today to meet Kiko. You got dressed and called Kiko that you were coming.

You could tell from her voice how much she was furious. Of course, it happened after you saw them together and even got in an argument with her, she would have guessed you expose her secret.

Kiko didn’t want to meet at home, but you refused. You at least hoped to apologize to Toji and especially Megumi. He was their son and he considered you as a friend too.

You arrived at their home 2 hours later. Kiko told you to meet early before Toji or Megumi would be back. You decided to do as she said by coming here as fast as possible and waited for them to come back. You were wondering where the maids were because the mansion was so quiet.

“Kiko” you called out her name.

“You are a liar. You wanted to take Toji from me, right? How the hell would they be able to take that photo from inside my house? You are very good y/n, though I fired every single one of them, no one told me who worked for you” Kiko yelled at you while approaching you.

“Huh? What made you think I did?” you rapidly blinked to see her furious action.

“Toji and I have been together just fine until you walked into our life. You did it, I know. No one knew about me and Gojo” Kiko grasped your shoulders harshly.

“It might just be an accident. I did not do anything. And if you hadn’t cheated on Toji, this wouldn’t have happened. Why do you blame others? Your marriage life just didn’t work as you wish, it doesn't mean it’s someone else's fault” you yelled back at her face.

“And whose fault was that?” Kiko shouted.

“How would I know? Sometimes, things just didn't work as planned. That’s called a real life, Kiko. YOU just need to cope with it and figure it out” you were stunned with what you said to her. Maybe that was what you would like to tell yourself too.

Unexpectedly, your cheek was numbed then the pain slowly crept all over your face. You later realized you got slapped by Kiko. You were shocked and about to say something.

“Kiko!!” “Mom!!” Megumi and Toji shouted at the same time.

Megumi stood in front of you. Toji pulled Kiko to stay close to him.

“LET ME GO, Toji” y/n exposed those photos. She hurt me, hurt our family” Kiko shouted.

“Calm down, Kiko” Toji said softly.

“Mom, you have no evidence, you can't say it was her who did it. You already fired all the maids” Megumi explained to his mom.

“Quiet, Megumi, and get away from her. Y/N shouldn’t come back here. You shouldn’t step your feet in my house. You should just die in the accident” Kiko screamed at you.

“Kiko, STOP. Didn’t you were the one who caused the accident? y/n followed Gojo and you knew about it. WE, you and I caused that freaking accident” Toji burst out.

Kiko was frightened to hear what her husband said. “Y-you knew it?”

“W-what?” Megumi was also shocked, he was more frightened to know why the accident happened. Megumi turned to look at you, His dark blue eyes were shivering, but you said nothing.

“y/n, you knew about the accident?” Megumi asked. Both Toji and Kiko widened their eyes to see how silent you were.

“A-and I” Megumi whispered.

“I see. You wanted to take revenge on me by breaking my family apart? Yes, it was my fault, but I-” Her voice cracked, but Kiko couldn’t finish the sentence before Megumi spoke.

“I was the one who took a photo between dad and y/n. I also was the one who hired people to follow you, mom” Megumi explained softly.

“M-megumi. Don’t protect her” Kiko was shocked, so were you.

“Why Megumi?” asked you.

“I told the truth, mom. I’m sorry, y/n. You are a wonderful person, but I-I can’t let my mom live like this. I want my mom to realize she’s wonderful and she can be happy, just need to stop lying to herself. I gave them information that you and your boyfriend aren’t on good terms. The rest was their writing”

Megumi confessed, he did it while looking straight into your eyes. You could tell he felt sorry for you and those tender eyes of his also telling you that he had no regret to do it at all.

You opened your mouth and closed. You wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out.

Kiko was shocked. She believed no one knew about her affair. She thought being with Toji was the happiness she yearned for. She thought she could keep him with her forever. However, she never thought her son would break up her family.

Toji was quiet. He was quiet because he knew it was Megumi. Others may think he cared nothing for this family since he married Kiko due to her powerful family. It was true, but never once he didn’t care for Kiko as his close friend or never cared for his son.

“Actually, I am here to tell you that I never want to take Toji from you whether I have a boyfriend or not. I want to apologize to Toji that Gojo and I caused trouble for you. Megumi, I want to apologize to you for causing trouble. It has been fun to hang out with you, Megumi”

Megumi's name was barely heard. You felt so small in this house, it was like you weren’t unwelcome here.

“I hope things will get better soon in your family, goodbye” you walked away.

Megumi was about to follow you before Toji stopped him.

“It’s too much for her already, son. Let her be, let her be away from our family. Toji said calmly.

Toji left his wife and son and went straight to his office. He was sorry for the things his family did to you because he wasn’t good enough as a father, husband, friend, or son.

He raked his fingers through his hair to recall his life when he was with his mom. It was the only time he experienced true happiness.

His dad treated him like a tool. His dad punished him when he wanted to play with his friends, controlled what he wanted, and destroyed them by having another woman while his mom was dying.

His strength came from his mom until they found out his mom got Leukemia. People always said his mom was weak, but only he noticed how she was the strongest.

He knew his mom wouldn’t be able to live more than a year. Still, her strength and will to protect him made her live almost 2 years before she passed away when he was 14 years old.

Toji remembered how his mom shielded him from his dad, he rode on her back, she brought him to her room and treated his wound after his dad knew he played with his friends.

There was one time he wanted to learn drawing but his dad yelled at him. However, he recalled his mom slowly got up from her bed and stood in front of him and told his dad to let him do what he wanted.  

He remembered he saw his dad bring a new wife because his mom got too sick to behave like a good wife. However, his mom held his face to look at her and told him he was the universe to her.

Even in the last minute of her life, she still gave him a radiant smile, the smile that was like the sun that could burn all his pain and sadness away.

He was lost after his mom left. He had changed to protest his dad's discipline. He always thought he had no one until he met Kiko.

He didn’t know how to be nice to others. He admired Kiko because she was kind and patient to understand him. He was mad when his dad forced him to have an arranged marriage when he was only in high school.

He agreed to marry but it should be after he graduated from university. Then, he gradually avenged the Zenin clan.

He began by changing his last name to Kiko’s. The Zenin clan was furious, but they could do nothing because the Fushiguro clan is the biggest logistic company in the country.

When he had Megumi, he made him use Fushiguro as well, so Megumi could have more freedom in his life. He couldn’t deny that marrying Kiko made him have control over a lot of things. Although he appreciated his wife a lot, he loved her as his one and only friend.

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You came to Shoko’s home shockingly. You felt dizzy and nauseated. You didn’t expect it would turn out like this. You touched your chest in a circle hoping that your soothing may be able to make you feel better. Gradually, you used your arms to hug yourself and repeated to yourself that you’re okay over and over again.

Once Shoko came home, she was dazed to see you sleeping on the floor. She crouched down next to your unconscious body. She used her hand to stroke your arm lightly. She knew it wasn’t her fault, but deep down she felt guilty that she introduced you and Nanami to each other.

You opened your eyes to see Shoko was next to you. You got up and hugged her. You told her what happened at Toji’s mansion. The sadness clouded her features

You tilted your head.

“Shoko, I’ll be fine”

“YeahI I know” she caresses your back up and down.

“Shoko, it's not your fault. Everything happened because I chose it”

“I haven’t said anything” Shoko tilted her head quizzically.

“I’m a psychic” you chuckled quietly.

Shoko sighed following with laughter. She was happy to see you joking to her as you always did.

“What are you gonna do next, y/n?”

“Hmm, I think I want to search for a driving school. I want to get a car and drive by myself whenever I need”

“That’s a good start. So do you plan to buy a car?” Shoko asked while bringing you to the kitchen.

“Aha, I think having a car just in case I must use it”

“Okay, I don’t know much about cars, but if you need I can go buy with you” Shoko gave you a grilled chicken skewer.  

“I know, go and take a shower first, I’ll take a look about the school”

While Shoko took a shower, you opened your laptop to see the pictures of you and Kento. You shed tears to think about how happy you were with him and all the memories you had created together.

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A week had passed. You hadn't contacted Toji’s family at all. You and Nanami had texted from time to time but most would be about the progress of your book. You were back to talk to Gojo like you used to again.

Today, you came to receive a car you bought. You got help from Shoko. You got a small and simple car which was able to take you to wherever you wanted.

You drove to Gojo’s mansion to meet him. You were ready to talk to Gojo, to clear things with him. You passed through the gate and parked, then got out of the car. Suddenly, you were shocked with the loud pop before turning to see what it was.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

“Congratulations, y/n” Gojo shouted.

You turned to see he pulled a party popper in his hand as well as the maids.

“G-gojo, did you force them to do this?”

“It’s part of their jobs” His cheeks raised.

“And what was the congratulations for?” you asked him.

“You got a car and drove here by yourself. I was thinking of following you because I was worried you could be lost somewhere and scared like a kitten” Gojo rubbed his chin lightly.

“Come inside” you grabbed his hand and brought him inside.

Once you both sat down on the sofa across from each other, you decided to say what you had planned.

“I think we-”

“No, I know it was my fault about Kiko, but please don’t break up with me” Gojo pleaded.

“I-I don’t. We’re not even a coupl-”

“Darn it! I was scared for a moment. I thought you changed your mind” Gojo sighed.

“Gojo Satoru” you did the icy stare.

“Yes, baby! Just get into the topic. I’m dying to know” Gojo beamed at you though his eyes fixed on the floor and his heart pounded so fast. He was afraid that you would come here to cut him off from your life. He remembered you said it didn't bother you and he hoped it still did not.

“Let’s just be friends. Like a friend that has no romance involved. I would feel bad to lose you, you’ve always been nice to me. I respect your kindness since I was here, I opened my eyes at the hospital” you explained.

“Opening your eyes as a baby when you were born? ” Gojo tilted his head and smirked.

“Really?” you rolled your eyes.

“Really!” Gojo chuckled.

“y/n, you can be my friend and think of me like that. However, I’m not gonna do that. From now on, I'll show you how much I love you. I’m done playing with women. I want you and only you” Gojo confessed with his eyes locked on to you.

“How long have you loved this person?” you pointed your index finger to your body.

“Since you stepped in this house” Gojo answered.

“Then, why did you hurt this person? Why did you have an affair with Kiko even after the accident?” you stared into his ocean eyes.

Gojo moved to sit on the floor and hugged your legs, then placed his head on your lap.

“Don’t. Don’t call yourself this person. It sounds like we’re far from each other. The night of the accident I knew you followed me. You must have realized I had changed because I was too excited with an affair and I ignored you.

After the accident, I felt guilty and confused, but had no idea what to do. I thought I could let you go and we could be friends. I thought the excitement from different women could replace you, but none of them could do that even Kiko.

I don’t care if you don’t choose me but I’ll prove to you that I can change. Though we can’t be lovers, I’ll prove to you I’m worth enough that you can trust. You may love me again or may not, just want to have you in my life and that’s enough”

You just looked at him without blinking or touching him. You wondered how much Runa would be happy to know Gojo loved her so so much.

“Won’t you hurt if I don’t love you back? you asked.

“Yes, I will, but I don’t care as long as you’re happy that’s enough” he smiled looking up at you.

“Thank you” you smiled gently.

“Oh, actually, I’m looking for a plain penthouse to buy. I'm planning to live by myself again” you didn’t feel right to use Runa’s money but you intended to give her back once your new book was published.

“Why don't you come back and live with me here? Let’s be roommates then. Oh oh oh I haven't had roommates before, it must be exciting” Gojo clenched his fists lightly and placed them on his both cheeks as showing his excitement while imagining.

“Gojo, living in a big mansion with maids can’t be counted as a roommate” you explained annoyingly.

“Ahhhhhhh, do you want us to move to my penthouse or should I fire all the maids?” Gojo asked.

“No no none of them. I guess I should ask Shoko then” you sighed.

Gojo immediately stood up “let’s find a good place you want”

You walked ahead and realized that he didn’t follow you yet, so you turned to see he was behind you. You waved your hand. Once he saw it, he ran.

Gojo asked you to drive for him. He said he felt like a superior to have you as his driver. You were tired of arguing with him, so you just rolled your eyes. You’d visited so many penthouses with him.

The first place was too fancy and too big for one person, but Gojo tried so hard to make you buy this one, he even whined because he wanted to move in with you and he liked the bathroom. You just shook your head and left the place.

The second place was fine, but your feelings were uncomfortable with the vibe of the room. Then, you searched for Gojo to look for other places, but you saw he was flirting with a female agency. He stroked around her waist while chatting with an agency. Once he saw you, his face was pale and immediately pulled his arm back. However, you gave him a sincere smile instead.

The last place you came was small with 2 bedrooms. The penthouse was decorated with white color. There were some big windows where the sun could shine into the room.

“I like this room” you informed an agency.

“Me too me too” Gojo shouted with his glowing face.

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A few weeks passed, and you had signed the paper to buy the penthouse. You were at Nanami’s home to pack your clothes and personal stuff. You entered the place where it contained many memories with your loved one.  

You walked to the shelf with many picture frames placed by you and Nanami. You used your fingers to slowly touch each one. There was the photo you took with him in New York after you first published Runa’s book. There was another frame, you were in Savannah, Georgia with him. You could still remember the warm fingers he used to interlock with you while strolling around the city.

You looked at the picture which you took when you sat on his lap at Cannon beach, Oregon. You recalled the moment you sat on his lap. Your eyes shone with the threat of tears remembering what he said that he was uncomfortable at that time because couldn't meet you for a while.

You slowly moved to the photo where you took with him at the Charity gala, you were over the moon to be with him as his girlfriend. You saw the photo of you and him with Mt. Fuji. You chuckled with a cracked voice recalling you passed out.

You stood in the middle of the living room and turned around. You tried to memorize the moments when you cooked, slept, played and watched movies with him. You shook your head sadly to perceive these moments would be in the past forever. You felt a prick of sadness remembering the moment when you asked him to walk with you and hold your hand. It must have been true as he said there was no forever.

You wiped your tears from your face and gradually kept those photos into your box and started to pack your clothes.

You’ve spent 5 hours finishing all the packing before moving those boxes into your car and the rest in Shoko’s car. You asked Shoko to drive into your new house first since you still had something to do. Then, you called Nanami, you waited for a moment before he picked up.

“Hello Kento, can you come by the penthouse now? Are you still busy with work? If you are, I can wait here”

“I’m not done yet. Maybe in an hour, can you wait?”

“Sure, I can wait. You want me to cook some fried rice for you? There are some ingredient I can make”  

“No, it’s fine. Thank you y/n. I’ll see you in an hour”

You waited for him on the couch. You used your hand to touch on it as you wanted to feel, to keep the memory of him for the last time.

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An hour later, Nanami arrived at the penthouse. He opened the door to see some stuff was gone. He saw you slowly turn to him. Your eyes were desolate.

“I’ve moved some of my stuff out today”

“I’ve heard from Shoko you got your own penthouse” Nanami said softly.

“Yeah, the book is about to finish soon” you told him while rubbing your hands together.

“Aha, I heard that from Chie too” Nanami looked at the floor.

“I-I think. Let’s do it officially, let’s break up” you slowly looked up into his eyes.

His body felt heavy. He had predicted this day would happen, but not this soon. He knew he was the one who wanted to pause, who hurt you. Still, he loved you. However, he was too tired to keep fighting with you.

You didn’t know what he would say, but you watched how his eyes were ​​trembling.

“I still love you, but I think I see now. It didn’t work like you said. I’m grateful for everything and I’m sorry for everything too”

You slowly walked to the door, walked pass where he stood. Both of your hands touched each other. Suddenly, Nanami grabbed your wrist.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I hope you will be happy wherever you are and take care of yourself. However, please keep this in mind. If you need help, I’ll be there and I still love you too” Nanami stared at your back.

Your eyes widened to hear he said he still loved you. However, you recalled the pain when you fought with him, the exhausted look on his face, and the loneliness you experienced.

You gradually turned to lock your eyes on him. You tilted your head and smiled at him that he could see through your soul.

“Take care, Nanami”

He was shocked to hear you call his last name.

He was captivated to see that bright smile of yours.

He was dazed to see you walking out the door.

The wave of sadness flooded his heart like a tsunami. It was overwhelming till his eyes blurred with tears. It was for the best that was what he repeated to himself on the bed where he could still feel your warmth.

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You were back at your place. You watched Shoko unpacking your stuff. You moved close to Shoko to let your head drop on her back and sighed heavily. Shoko said nothing. She only reached her hand to clasp your hand firmly.

It was the first night you slept alone in a new bedroom. Shoko offered to stay over with you, but you refused. You wanted to get familiar with being alone in this place as soon as possible. Moreover, you wanted your alone time.

Lately, you didn’t cry every night like before. You still cried but probably 3-4 times a week now. You saw it as a good progress at least you got some more quality time to sleep.

Next morning, you started your day by drinking coffee. It was so funny how you still made two cups of coffee for you and Nanami. You chucked in your throat. You finally completed your first textbook in this fanfictional world and sent it to Chie.

You started to decorate your room. You recalled when you did this at Nanami’s place. He sometimes commented when you decorated or placed something where he disagreed. On the other hand, you decorated and placed wherever you wanted.

You searched on the internet to look for places you could go to take a vacation. You had been thinking a while before you completed the textbook that you might as well try to write something about your life just like what Runa did.

You searched until you found the information about Mie Prefecture. Your instinct said there was something there, so you started to find more information and reserved a hotel.

At the same time Toji sat in the office where Kiko sat across from him.

“Kiko, here’s the divorce certificate.” Toji placed a document on the table.

After Toji said, tears streamed down Kiko’s face.

Chapter 7 < Chapter 8 > Chapter 9

[personasintro]

Hello, I’m not trying to defend rude people coming to you asking you to hurry the story lol but I’m going to tell you something that might help as advice as a writer, maybe? Just please don’t take it the wrong way bc I’m not trying to tell you how to do your thing!

I think what frustrates readers the most is that the story escalated SO QUICKLY from the beginning, like since the “deal” to all the fluff, the “””””fake””””” dating, the sex, the (very obvious) romantic moments that were completely brushed off, not to mention all the confusing things Jungkook says to Y/N and viceversa, etc. AND THEN.. the whole story goes back to (in a sense) zero: Jungkook is back with Kiko, the person that hurted him so deeply on him, Y/N and Jungkook are still friends even after they spended all those weeks being basically like boyfriend and girlfriend and that there’s clearly something there that ALL of us can see (unless you didn’t want us to believe that and we’re all not reading the same story).

And I’m not saying that it’s bad or that you’re doing things the wrong way but IT IS very confusing to us bc its starting to feel like there’s no real character development and everything’s going backwards instead of forward.

Again, I’m not saying this is how you should do this but, as a reader myself, the lack of development, in terms of character and not as a “this is how I want the story to end” type of thing, it’s very frustrating and dryning for some people.

What I’m trying to say is that maybe the people on your ask box aren’t just being obnoxious and trying to tell you how they want the story to end. Maybe they’re mad at the fact that after everything that’s happened between Y/N and Jungkook, they’re still with the same mindset. I mean, even the whole “mutual help” agreement is over and they’re still the same characters when the story began. It makes you wonder if maybe that’s everything there is to their story 🤧

My point it’s that: if the story’s plot it’s based on that “mutual help” they had, isn’t it supposed to bring some noticeable change to the character’s life after instead of just passing by, almost uneventfully?

Anyway, I hope I don’t make you feel mad or sad with my whole ass analysis lol that really isn’t the point of it, I’m just seriously very confused with the way the story is progressing, and maybe clarifying some things, without spoiling anything, may help us readers understand where is this story going. Btw, none of this means that the story or the plot or the characters are bad AT ALL, I would say it’s the complete opposite, we are all SO immersed in it that we’ve got to the point were we’re just desperate for more! But yeah, thank you for your beautiful story! I’ll still check every update even if you decide to complete ignore this question lol ❤️❤️

As much as I appreciate you trying to justify all those asks, it doesn't change the fact how I feel about this whole thing. Frustrated, sad and overwhelmed, that's how I've been feeling for a few weeks now (maybe even months) because some people on this app are too much sometimes. It's one of the reasons why I disabled my asks.

If any of the readers have any problem with how the story is going, I've said too many times they don't have to read it. Them getting all frustrated over how I write my OWN story is ridiculous. People trying to tell me how to write my story is ridiculous. If you guys read my answers to every ask, you probably know by now what makes me frustrated and what bothers me the most. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out and I ask... how the hell people are still being so pushy with their own preferences? I've explained countless things so many times and honestly, I'm exhausted because of it. I feel like nobody listens to me what I'm saying and that puts a little disrespect in my opinion.

+ I get the feeling people don't read MH thoroughly and forget all the things that have been discussed there. I don't get the feeling as if the story went back to zero, I'm sorry that you do but well, I respect your opinion but obviously are opinions about this are very different. I can't believe I've to explain this all over again but well... here we go! y/n and Jungkook being still friends doesn't mean there are things that haven't slightly changed (whether they acknowledge it or not). Them acting like a girlfriend and a boyfriend has been explained by THEM, why they acted like that and even admitted it felt nice. There is an obvious attraction and their deal hasn't helped with that.

+ I know very well what I'm doing with my story [SLOW BURN STORY] and I asked readers many times to just trust me. I'm so freaking frustrated because if people are getting so frustrated over my story too, why the hell are they still reading it? I'm not asking for people to tell me what to do, directly or indirectly because I'm sorry but that's the vibe I'm getting from all those asks. They're not normal and typical asks of "oh I wish they were together" but the length those people are willing to go just to push their own preference is ridiculous.

+ If you think there's no character development (just because y/n x jk aren't together and jk x kiko are) then I'm sorry but MH isn't probably your kind of story. And I'm not going to point out what those characters development are because if you read the story thoroughly and with some sort of understanding, you could easily tell what it is and you wouldn't have to question me about it.

+ Again, if anyone finds this story so frustrating and draining (that's what you probably meant) just don't read it. I really appreciate everyone who does read it, but ONCE AGAIN... I'm not sure what to do with it? I'm not going to change the story and even though I do read those opinions, 90% of time I don't even know how to respond. And people willing to take some of their time to be frustrated in my inbox when you can probably tell that it is as much frustrating for me, is blowing my mind and not in the good sense.

+ Maybe they’re mad at the fact that after everything that’s happened between Y/N and Jungkook, they’re still with the same mindset. This fucking blew my mind all over again. As much as I'm aware a story can evoke a lot of feelings (one of the reasons why writing and reading stories is so amazing), this is different than just people being casually mad about something. And that's exactly it, people are mad and then they come into my inbox and spread negativity and even bigger distaste to writing for me. If anyone is so mad because of how story is going and it's hard for them to process it (now I'm going to be the one giving you an advice) just don't read it. And I don't mean this in any rude way, I genuinely think people shouldn't read it if them being so mad means they'll show their anger and frustration to me. Because newsflash but I'm a person behind this screen, I can get mad and frustrated too. Do you guys think these kinds of asks aren't hurting me to a certain extent?

+ You think this story is confusing? Alright, what am I supposed to do with it? Like, I'm genuinely curious what you guys expect me to do. I told you to trust me, it didn't help. I told you this story is a slow burn one, it didn't help. I told you there are things that are changing and if you read the story properly and with some understanding, you'd be able to notice it (even if it's not something big and eye-catching), that didn't help too.

+ It's not my responsibility to explain and clarify every thing people are confused about but still, I've always tried to explain everything but you know what? I don't feel like doing it again. Because every time people are confused about something, it always has something to do with the future of the story and people indirectly asking me about spoilers – whether you think it's true or not, I've been here long enough to know when people are trying to get answers out of me. Plus, it's very hard almost impossible to explain some things without spoiling anything. That's why I always told you guys to trust me and you'll get your answers at the right time.

I really hate explaining my thoughts like this because it makes me feel like a douchebag but I'm so sick of some people thinking like I owe them something. At the end of the day, I'm here to write a story and me interacting with all of my readers is my choice. I could easily just post a chapter and not care what people think, and I do think some people are using this fact over me thinking they can be impolite, rude, pushy and frustrating. I've been patient enough about this, but the more this keeps happening the more I'm questioning my presence here.

There... here are my thoughts and I know people will take from it whatever they want (or more like won't take anything from it) but honestly, I'm so exhausted if you couldn't tell by now. I'm so done with always justifying myself. These thoughts have been bubbling inside of me for so long and I always told myself to just close the app, breathe it out and come back positive... but I realized that every time I think about this, I feel exactly the same and I know that it's not my fault because that's how some of you make me feel.

All I ask if for mutual understanding because I've always been trying to be respectful and understanding, that's one of the things I've been very careful about.

[darkpoisonouslove]

“A (Plot) Bunny Is Never Lonely”

Summary: When Kiko tugs on Marion's skirt in an attempt to alleviate his loneliness, he also tugs on her heartstrings with the familiar feeling. But the feeling of the little bunny in her hand is yet another thing she didn't have before and it helps her realize that not all has been lost for the royal family of Domino.

This originated as a joke which then grew into a drabble which then grew into a full fledged fic. It is much more serious than the title will lead you to believe which is why I left it as a means to recreate my own experience with writing this fic.

Marion looked down when she felt the slight tug on her dress only to be met with two perky blue ears that moved when her gaze met that of the bunny.

“Hello, Kiko,” she greeted as she bent down to pick the bunny up and he readily let go of her skirt and hopped in her palm, allowing her to bring him up. It was good to see he was adapting to the changes as well since the first time she’d seen him, he’d been hiding behind Bloom’s legs and holding on to her bell bottom jeans. She’d had to pick him up and hold him in front of her to introduce him to them and he’d only calmed down after Marion had smiled at him. She supposed it made sense he’d been intimidated by her and Oritel, especially if Bloom had shared her concerns about not being a good enough princess with him. But he’d gotten used to them and Marion really wanted to think that that held true for Bloom as well. “You’re such a welcome distraction,” Marion said as she held him up.

Oritel and her were going through the budget and even though it was a thing that had to be done and they’d done it what felt like a million times before, it didn’t make it any more pleasant. The whole table was covered in books and scrolls and it was a mess since economy had changed a lot during the years they’d missed. She was feeling a headache beginning in her temples and she was getting distracted looking at Oritel’s hands and imagining how having him giving her a massage would feel rather than actually working so she could use a little interaction with the bunny.

She felt Oritel moving, probably trying to draw her attention. She couldn’t quite decide whether he was jealous of her or of Kiko. The bunny seemed to take to her more since Oritel’s sudden outbursts startled him and Oritel didn’t seem entirely happy about it, though she couldn’t tell which end of that newly formed relationship bothered him. It could easily be either since Kiko was practically Bloom’s best friend–along with Stella, of course–and Bloom had been thrilled to see he was rapidly getting used to Marion’s gentle strokes on his head and back. Marion just hoped Oritel wasn’t feeling like he was in a competition with the bunny for her attention. As understandable as his jealousy would be after having her so far away from him for all these years, there was no need for it since he was always there in her heart and no one and nothing could root him out even if they tried. And she had enough love for all of them, so much love that she’d been wanting to give. And now she could.

She focused on Kiko who smiled at her, completely aware of what she’d told him. She was still amazed by his sentience. He was practically like a person save for the ability to speak and she’d never seen anything quite like it. She would love to learn more about him since she was sure there was something magical in him but she didn’t want to make neither him, nor Bloom feel like she was running an experiment on him so she settled for just observing him and feeling her heart melting in flames that were both warming and vicious at the sight of the bond between him and Bloom. She knew Bloom hadn’t really had friends before Winx and while her heart ached for her daughter and everything she’d been through, she was glad that Bloom had had Kiko. He was quite the remarkable bunny and she’d seen him responding to Bloom’s moods with great concern and care. It had made her wish she’d had a friend like him when she’d been Bloom’s age.

“Where is Bloom?” she asked, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Kiko’s ears dropping down and falling on both sides of her palm, his fur brushing against her skin.

“Sky arrived earlier,” Oritel said, making her look at him, a frown on her face that was met with a similar expression from him, though she supposed it couldn’t be called a reflection if the reasons behind the two were different. She hadn’t been informed about that and while she didn’t by any means need or insist to know absolutely everything that was happening with Bloom, she was a little surprised she hadn’t heard about it. Bloom usually got very excited when Sky could find the time for a visit so it probably meant it hadn’t been planned. It could very well be a surprise–nothing quite like young love–but her motherly instincts were relentless and started off all kinds of alarms in her head, making her worry about her baby and anything potentially wrong. “He also brought Locket with him,” Oritel said and at least he seemed to be well informed about the whole affair so she supposed there was nothing concerning and her heart relaxed a little.

Marion had met Locket, too, the little pixie less on edge than Kiko had been but still somewhat nervous. Though, Marion had learned that was more or less a part of her nature. She was a very lively being but rather clueless sometimes which complemented Bloom as much as it mirrored her and it was charming to watch the two of them together.

“Did you get left behind?” Marion turned her attention on Kiko again since he’d been ignored enough. Bloom sometimes didn’t exactly reciprocate the devotion Kiko was displaying and was taking him for granted–especially when Locket was around–and it was tugging on her heartstrings to see Kiko so dejected. It was like his little heart had been torn out of his chest and stepped all over and it pained her. She hadn’t talked to Bloom about it since she hadn’t wanted to start lecturing her about how to live her life after she’d just become a part of it but perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. She was sure Bloom wasn’t even realizing she was ignoring Kiko and the effect it had on him–she could get a little hyper focused on something and forget about everything else, though that was practically in her genes, and she’d had a lot of emotions to deal with lately so it was understandable if she’d gotten overwhelmed and didn’t have the capacity to be more giving currently–so perhaps a talk was exactly what she needed.

Kiko only crouched even more in her hand as if the weight of the loneliness was going to crush him and Marion felt a burn in her eyes as the tears were on their way as Kiko looked exactly like her inner self had for a big part of her early years when she’d been nothing but the crown princess of Domino. Not a human being and certainly not a daughter and a friend. She’d been so lucky to have Oritel–and Hagen, too–reach for her hand and share his life and love with her. She wasn’t certain she could’ve done it otherwise, any of it. Just the thought of being without Oritel was too frightening so she pushed it away.

“You can stay here with us,” she said and smiled at the bunny that immediately perked up. She moved to stroke his head and saw him close his eyes in content.

“We have work to do,” Oritel said, his tone controlled but still sharp and he was eying Kiko with a level of distaste that the bunny had all but deserved. It did turn out useful, though, since it gave Marion the needed confirmation about what was going on in Oritel’s head and she could now work on solving that, too. It was something she would tend to much more lovingly and carefully than the papers in front of them.

“He can help,” she said, fully aware that that wasn’t in Kiko’s capabilities as impressive as he was but it would give them the much needed opportunity to bond. He was a member of the family whether Oritel liked it or not. Though, Marion supposed that he just needed a little time and the right outlook and he’d come to love Kiko as much as she and Bloom did. And even Daphne had grown on the bunny despite him being startled by her appearance at first. Marion understood the feeling as she’d been too, her heart aching for her other girl as well. And while Kiko was enjoying Daphne’s touch, she couldn’t help but feel robbed on behalf of her daughter. She couldn’t help but feel Daphne’s loneliness resonating with her own when she could touch her, and yet, she couldn’t have her in her arms the way she wanted to. And not even touching all the rest of them could help.

Kiko instantly straightened up and saluted–a brave little soldier ready for work–and jumped up on the table. His enthusiasm was adorable and contagious, filling Marion with enough willpower to push through the work they still had to do now that she was reminded she wasn’t alone against it. Her family was back and they were together even if they still had some obstacles that were trying to come between them, and they even had new members. Kiko and soon potentially Sky. They were growing and none of them had to be lonely anymore. They had each other.

She got up from her chair and moved over to Oritel who looked at her with slight trepidation like he was afraid she’d figured out what was going on in his heart and she would be offended. But she understood too well. She was terrified of having to spend even a second more without him, too, without any of them. And while it was unrealistic to expect the terror that had been carved all over their souls by the merciless work of time to just disappear overnight, it was safe to believe they would never have to face the same pain again. Bloom had found them, with help from Daphne and her inner flame, and she’d brought them back together. She had that same love and determination burning inside her like the rest of them that was also the source of the warm security Marion could feel seeping into her being as she took Oritel’s hand, glad to feel him relax and close his fingers around hers.

She kissed his cheek before locking eyes with him. “We have someone new to give love to,” she said, feeling the tears in her eyes again because it was all new. Bloom had been a baby the last time they’d seen her before she’d freed them from Obsidian and Daphne had had a body and the powers she’d passed to her sister, and Kiko had never been a part of the picture. But he was there now. So were all of them. Together. And it was all that mattered since everything else they could fix with joint effort.

Oritel’s expression softened just like his stance as he read everything that was flaming in her head and no doubt coming through in her gaze. He cupped her cheek with the hand she wasn’t holding and she leaned into his warmth as she closed her eyes and let him draw her closer and touch his forehead to hers. The spiraling thoughts had retreated from her head, dragging away the headache with them, for no pain could survive his closeness.

A gasp of wonder came from Kiko at the sound of approaching footsteps before she heard him rushing towards it and the papers rustling under his small feet but not for long as he must have jumped off the table.

“Hey, Kiko,” Bloom’s cheerful voice filled the room and Marion’s heart followed by a laugh that reminded her that it was so full of love it could burst. But it was no longer painful since she could give all of it to her family now that they were reunited. And the sight of Kiko engulfed in Bloom’s arms was all the magic she needed to keep away the loneliness and other negative feelings.

[curiositelle]

Burnout

Video taken December 15, 2019

Autotelic is one of the artists who kept me sane during the first months of pandemic. I find them influential because they are the main reason why I bought an acoustic guitar. I just witnessed their performance once but it made me wanna see them next time. But pandemic happened. I miss them so much. I miss them.

But I suddenly miss you more.

All the struggles I had in the past, you were there to help me or at least comfort me. You were there during my bad times and lots of 'thank you' are not enough to express how grateful I am to meet you, to be with you.

It's been 3 years since I found out I was starting to like you. I was confused. I didn't know if it was really the feeling of liking someone or I was just too happy whenever I was with you, whenever you filled me with love. Was that even love? Or I was just satisfied with the way you care? Was that even real? Or it was just an illusion of something I thought and felt was real?

We cared for each other. You cared for me, I cared for you. I cared to the point that it was too much that I forgot to take care of myself. I cared even when you started to show that you don't care anymore. I was enthusiastic to approach you yet you responded as if I don't matter to you anymore unlike the first days of 2019.

My bestfriend and I talked about you whenever we started our conversation. It reached the point that my bestfriend is already annoyed at me for not realizing how worthy I am. She's always like that to the point where she stopped advising me because I didn't even listen to her at all. It's always like that until this day.

I heard that Autotelic will be in Pasig on Sunday for Payanig sa Pasig, the Leni-Kiko Grand Rally. Honestly, I wanna see my bestfriend there and Autotelic, but I can't for some reasons. I decided to open my Google Photos and watch this video.

I never thought this video would hit different now after realizing that it's been 3 years. It's been 3 years since I found out I was starting to like you. But tonight, I am starting to lose sparks. I still care but not anymore to the point that I sometimes cry and wishing you would notice how I feel even just a bit. I realized it's damaging my mental health. I never thought I would get tired of caring for you.

I don't know if I would be glad because finally, I can now be free or I would get sad because I never wanted to forget you but it happened. When I started to realize that I don't think about you that much, I even asked myself, "I am starting to forget you. Am I ready for this?"

I am not bidding a farewell to you. This is a farewell to the feeling I used to feel for you. The feeling of not being seen no matter how loud the scream for you to hear.

O kay tagal din kitang minahal.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

AN ALTERNATIVE THEORY OF THE OTHER HALF OF THE BUBBLE GOT RIGHT

In case you can't tell, the founders are the ones leaning forward eagerly, and the problem they solved was an urgent one. A string of rich neighborhoods runs along the foothills to the west of 280: Woodside, Portola Valley, Los Altos Hills, Saratoga, Los Gatos. But ambitious programmers are better off doing their own thing and failing than going to work at a big company is the default thing to do, because it requires a deliberate choice. We've now funded so many different types of founders that we have to memorize state capitals instead of playing dodgeball? As you might expect, it winds all over the country, students are writing not about how a baseball team with a small budget might compete with the Yankees, or the role of color in fashion, or what constitutes a good dessert, but about symbolism in Dickens. Jessica Livingston. At first we tried to conceal it. Did some kind of cursed race, had to work at Google or Microsoft, because it's painful to observe the gap between them. I've heard Y Combinator described as an incubator. This doesn't mean you have to jump through in school.

So I'm going to give the impression there were no problems this summer. In practice a group of 10 managers is not merely orthogonal to having good ideas, but in retrospect that too was the optimal path to dominating microcomputer software. But even so I'd advise startups to pull a Meraki initially if they can no longer afford you, but you're not going to generate ideas as well as programming, because at least when he's programming he can do whatever he wants. If there's no such thing as better, it doesn't matter if you paint at all. Much as everyone thinks they want financial security, the happiest people are not those who have it, but those who like what they do. A lot of the problems we were trying to sell luggage and pens and men's shirts. The non-gullible majority won't stop getting spam until they can stop or threaten to stop the gullible from responding to it. Instead we should try thinking of them as pairs of what you're going to build, plus the unscalable thing s you're going to have to deal with other people's broken code. The average person looks at it and thinks: how amazingly skillful. That's schlep blindness.

It will always suck to work for money, they'll work harder for a cause. I was talking about how investors are reluctant to put money into startups in bad markets, even though that's the time they reach an age to think about what they'd like to be flattered; they like to be able to just ask them, right? She says being too modest is a common problem for women. And while there might be things that appealed particularly to men, or to get so little exercise. And the fact that he has to do, he couldn't—sometimes because the company wouldn't let him, but often because the company's code wouldn't let him, but often because the company's code wouldn't let him, but often because the company's code wouldn't let him, but often because the company's code wouldn't let him, but often because the company's code wouldn't let him. How many corporate lawyers would do their current work if they had to work. So on demo day I told the assembled angels and VCs that these guys were hackers, not MBAs, and so while their software was good, we should not expect slick presentations from them.

And as for the disputation, that seems clearly a net lose. Some now think YC's alumni network is its most valuable feature. They always get things wrong. It was pulling on that thread that unravelled my childhood faith in relativism. The founders of Kiko, for example, about how to set up an application to run on multiple servers. As you might expect, it winds all over the country, students are writing not about how a baseball team with a small budget might compete with the Yankees, or the role of color in fashion, or what constitutes a good dessert, but about symbolism in Dickens. Another thing you notice when you see animals in the wild. And the culture she defined was one of the first she did, the reporter brushed aside her insights about startups and turned it into a sensationalistic story about how some guy had tried to chat her up as she was waiting outside the bar where they had arranged to meet.

I don't have any illusions that being able to pick good founders. And the books we did these disgusting things to, like those we mishandled in high school and no time at all studying art. Occasionally the stimulation of talking to a live audience makes you think of new things, but in many ways pushes you in the hierarchy, your entire group. The teacher doesn't. If you know what work you love. After two years, the un-rapacious founder is only 3. Now it's Wepay's.

And certainly Dickens himself would be more interested in an essay about it. We encourage every startup to measure their progress by weekly growth rate. Math would happen without math departments, but it seems so far that if you let motivated people do real work, they work hard, whatever their age. But now that I think of it, we were looking one day at a slide of some great fifteenth century painting, and one of the nicest places in the Valley. But I'm willing to let people see an early draft if it will show how much you have to write in high school and no time at all studying art. The most amusing thing written during this period, Liudprand of Cremona's Embassy to Constantinople, is, I suspect, mostly inadvertantly so. The general atmos is vaguely utopian; there are walls of varying heights between different kinds of work. If your eight year old son decides to climb a tall tree, or your daughter gets pregnant, you'll have the most freedom. Like paying excessive attention to early customers, fabricating things yourself turns out to be surprisingly long, Wufoo sent each new user a hand-written thank you note. It's more efficient for us, and better for the startups too. The way to do this. What does the Social Radar.

[arievir]

Special Chapter 2 [love from the moon]

Warning: mentioning: sexual suggestiveness, strong language, age gap relationship, all characters aged 23+ (please be aware of these)

Masterlist LFTM

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Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, and Fushiguro Toji were at the bar after their long day at work. They usually hanged out because of Gojo. He was the one to call for them and said it was the y/n meeting.

The rest of them knew how stupid this meeting was, but they still came for some reasons that they didn’t know why too.

“Why do I have to come when I’m not a part of this thing?” Geto said while drinking his vodka.

“Aren’t you mad that she has a boyfriend?! Aren’t you mad that her boyfriend is younger than us? Aren’t you mad that she didn’t choose me?!” Gojo pouted.

“I’m actually glad that she didn’t choose you” Toji mocked Gojo.

“Actually I met y/n yesterday for work. She's still gorgeous and cheerful. I think being with Yuji makes her happy” Nanami said casually and smiled sadly.

“W-why didn't you tell me? I want to meet her too.” Gojo frowned.

“It was for work and I heard you meet her almost every week too” Nanami replied calmly.

“But that pink-haired boy is always with her. So annoying” Gojo responded irritably.

“If I was Yuji, I wouldn’t let my girl be with you alone” Toji smirked at Gojo and sipped his Irish Whiskey.

“I guess Nanami must have had a lot of good times while dating her, right?” Geto asked.

“Yeah, we traveled a lot of places, built memories, had some good and bad times together” Nanami sipped his brandy.

“Me too, me too! I was her first love and she was mine. I have known her since she was young. We kissed, hugged, had se-” Gojo stopped himself since he knew he had those times with Runa, not you.

Suddenly, he heard Geto smirked. “Well, I may not be her first love, but we kissed, hugged, and did a LOT of things” Geto winked to Gojo.

“Whattttt I hate you, hate you hate hate hate you!” Gojo scowled and sipped his rum.

Toji shook his head. He then changed the subject in an attempt not to have a depressing mood while they were drinking.

“Hey, Gojo. I was wondering if you can take my son to work at your company?” Toji asked.

“Hmm, do you want him to spy in my company?” Gojo rose his brow.

“Maybe” Toji smirked. 

“I don’t mind. Just contact my secretary. I’ll find a position for him” Gojo sipped his drink.

Toji had talked to Megumi that he wanted his son to work in Gojo’s company. He wanted Megumi to learn working with different people and place. Toji knew Gojo was a teaser, but Gojo was a successfully bastard businessman. He was sure Megumi would learn a lot from this white-haired man.

Gojo gladly accepted it. He met Megumi sometimes and he knew Megumi had great potential. He didn’t mind teaching Megumi a thing or two. Also, he couldn’t wait to tease that spiky boy. Plus, he thought he could convince Megumi to be on his team and get closer to you.

Nanami was still busy as always. It gets easier when your new book had been published. He was surprised about your new style of writing. You and he also had a plan to write a book together.

“Toji Sannnnn, how are you doing with your Kiko?” Gojo asked.

“We don’t live together anymore, but we’re still friends” Toji answered.

“Why do you want to know? Planning to get back to her?” Geto teased him.

“No! Only y/n I want” Gojo said.

“Yuji is a perfect match for her. When she was with us, we hurt her” Nanami sipped his drink.

“Count me out please, she had a sunshine smile when she was with me” Geto giggled softly.

“Well, Only one guy never was with her” Gojo eyed Toji and smirked viciously.

Toji raised his brow. “Well, that means I still get a chance since she never tastes me”

“UNACCEPTABLE!!!” Gojo placed his arm on the table and rested his forehead on his arm. He was drunk. He was sobbing because he missed you a lot. He was jealous that he couldn’t be a person who could make you smile. Nonetheless, he was delighted you got to laugh rather than cry more than when you were with him.

Nanami only patted Gojo’s head slightly. Nanami didn’t have much time to be sad. He also didn’t have time to date with anyone either. However, Chie still liked him and he had thought about seeing Chie more than friends. Nonetheless, he couldn’t tell Chie yet until he was sure he completely moved on from you.

Geto was busy taking pictures to blackmail his best friend later. It hurt Geto to see his best friend crying, but this was life and he believed Gojo needed to learn a lesson. Geto did hope for his best friend to find his happy ending.

Toji laughed so hard. It was enjoyable to see Gojo was weak in front of him. Nevertheless, he couldn’t pretend that he understood Gojo entirely. Toji liked you, though he never spent a lot of time with you as Gojo did. He hoped too. Toji wished he would get the opportunity to do that. He wished, but he didn’t expect it to be true.

“Geto, I heard you are about to work with Itadori clan? Are you interesting in food business perhaps?” Nanami asked.

“Well, my shopping mall business needs them and they need us. However, I don’t need the whole clan. I need Itadori Yuji” Geto replied.

“For what?” Toji asked.

“I’m interested the way he encourages his local business and I want to do that with many local places to support the country economy. Oh, and I like his girlfriend coffee too” Geto smirked viciously.

“What the fuck!!!!” Gojo, Toji, and Nanami shouted in harmony.

Special Chapter 1 < Special Chapter 2

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*Note from Aries*

Thank you for all the support, likes, reblogs, and comments. It had been 5 months or so for this series. I’m glad I got to share my work with you. Please look forward to reading our work. If it wouldn’t be too much to ask for, I would love to see more interaction: likes, reblogs, asks, and comments too in the future!