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Yuta's gonna die from a heart attack before he can even step foot in that arena and finish off Sukuna at this point
#yuta okkotsu#gojo satoru#maki zenin#panda#inumaki toge#jjk#jjk spoilers#jjk 229#yuta has been such a fucking mood in this arc#jujutsu kaisen#LET HIS HEART REST#HE CAN;T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE AND NEITHER CAN I#gojo don't die pls for the love of god#if gojo fucking dies I'll beat sukuna's ass myself#I'm so sorry for drawing panda and inumaki so shitty but I thought it was funnier this way
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From Yesterday
XXIII: One sided
Suna x Reader smau
⥠You were particularly fond of collecting antiques and by some twist of fate, you ended up buying an antique box filled with mysterious love letters. Trying to find the person who wrote the letters, unexpected detours and bonds were made. Something more was found. And even more at risk of being lost.
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Content Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol drinking, suggestive (and possibly sexual) themes, college setting, use of curse words, mutual pining eventually. Please tell me if I missed any! Pls ignore time
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Suna took a deep breath before pushing the doors to the cafe open. His eyes wandered around the place and it didn't take long for him to find mayu. She was dressed up, a glass of iced coffee sitting in front of her on the table. The glass was half empty and condensation quickly dripped onto the cork coaster below the it. She must have been sitting there for quite a while. He made his way to where she was. "Rin" She smiled and spoke in such a soft, adoring tone that suna almost lost the guts to turn her down. Maybe ghosting her would've been easier but he knew that he at least owed it to what they had to give them both proper closure. "Hey" he smiled back before taking the seat across mayu. "Rin, I- I just want to thank you for giving me another chance. I know that-" Before mayu could utter another word, suna had stopped her. "Mayu, I don't.. I.. I didn't come here to fix us." Mayu's sweet expression immediately changed to a frustrated one. "What? Rin we were separated for two fucking years and now you're telling me you don't want this anymore? I missed you so much and I tried to get better quickly because god knows I wouldn't have been able to face you in the state I was in a few months ago. I wanted to get better for you." At the hint of a mention of the accident, suna felt his heart clench because deep down, he still believed it was his fault and the weight of his guilt was still heavy. But he couldn't drag this along any longer than he already has. "Mayu look, I- I'm sorry for what happened. But this just.. it's not working anymore. This isn't what it was before." Suna remembered the astronomical pain he felt when he found out mayu had sold the box or when he saw mayu post photos with another man hugging her. Suna also remembered the exact feeling of when it all dissipated into thin air. The pain felt like it was dropped on him all at once and gone the next minute. Like something just looking for a reason to be let go of. "So you met a girl and after a few months, you just decided that she means more than me? Even osamu and the rest have been taking her side. That was MY place, rin." "It's not anyone's place. Please just.. I want us both to be happy and okay. But it obviously can't happen with us together. Look at me." Suna stood up to come closer to mayu. "I care about you still and I value what we had. I'm grateful for you, even. But mayu... I'm in love with someone else now and she's just.. she makes me happy. I hope you can understand that I never wanted to hurt you. I want you happy and I want you to be fine. Take care, mayuko." Mayu was left speechless. Because never in her life had suna given her a smile as warm and as genuine as what he just showed her.
To be continued..
a/n: This has been going on for literally years now! Sorry about that. But I really wanted to finish this because this is a fic that I love so much :( anyway, Iâm going to fix the taglist some other time this week.
Taglist: @littlegirlblackheart @darlingkuroo @rintarhoes00 @bakugouswh0r3 @ntimacy @lilith412426 @kenmaslov3r @yshaaarin @goob-4546 @rintarovibes @ivana-an-iguana @moonlit-island @everytimeswift @ghostlyarcanum @a-katsukitty @kleeixe @kurosin @iworshipyelena @erinoikawa @littlemochi @dominikmagnus @akaaaashit @ahnneyong @stffychn @encrytpta @daninaninani @certifiedsunarintaro @pagkaiin @liv-laugh-die @rietvellld @youngestdelacour @winunk @advocate-thoughts @gojoussunglasses @xmyshya @sumebreaks @annonymous-writer-wannabe @creepykawass @rat-p1ss @fairybnha3 @slothqween3 @anime-meme-sanctuary @whitebread-wasian @iamapotat @heizenka @tjjjrsj
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu angst#suna x reader#suna angst#suna rintaro#suna x you#suna smau#suna fluff#suna
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UGH the URGE to just spam this acc with angst writing is INSANE. Sadly, I havenât written a full-length read in a while, Iâve had college classes in the mornings and I get busy in the afternoons. So, my point is, HEREâS SOME QUOTES I CAME UP WITH OR WANT TO USEâźď¸âźď¸
Please only reuse w/ credit!
Most of these taken from irl because it was funny đ
LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINIONS AND WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT QUOTES AND SUCH IN!!!
Quotes
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"Of course you do, and youâre going to regret those bad decisions in the morning when youâre sober."
âWhat morning?â
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âYou ignore my requests like theyâre food allergies at a foreign restaurant and you wonder why I wanna hang out with girls more.â
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âI wish I could love you, too.â
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âItâs because Iâm in love with you.â
âBecause you whaâoh my god, it all makes sense now.â
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"Alright, alright, Iâll tell you. But you can't laugh, okay? Promise me youâll listen without judgment."
âI mean unless you say that you managed to kill a god, I wonât laugh.â
âGee, thanks for the vote of confidence.â
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âMy loveâŚYouâ You know there isnât any recovering from this, the medics wonât arrive in time, I-Iâll die. I deserve to be made fun of for being that stupid, but I donât regret my choiceâŚsaving you was my goal overall in life, my purpose, and I succeeded..I can die happy, but you need to let me go, first.â
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âAnd how am I supposed to believe you, huh? You wanna bring that fucking whore in to confirm that you still love me? That you regret fucking her over and over, and over, repeatedly, on our own damn bed??â
â[First Name], Iââ
âItâs [Last Name] now, thatâs what youâll be referring to me as. No more pet names, no more first name. Goodbye, find somebody else to manipulate.â
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âDude, you literally shot me.â
âI was beat as a child, do you hate me, do you want me dead, I know you do, I understandââ
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âI have a penis and it isnât mine. âşď¸â
âUhh, what?â
âYou heard me.â
âWhere r u rn??â
âIâm w ur momâ
âBruhâ
âThe party you told me not to go to.â
âOmw.â
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âIf you could have any superpower, what would it be?â
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âUh oh? Please tell me you havenât written an essay about this already and I happened to send that around the time you finished it.â
âI think I'd have the ability to persuade people. It's nothing special but imagine how much success you could end up having and also how many people you could befriend. I like having friends. ALSO you can stop any wars with just a "Stop pretty pls đĽşđđ" like it's the best superpower. You could save the world with it basically, screw pollutionâ
âDear god, keep going. Iâm interested.â
âPeople who wanna fly are confusing, like, go skydiving or something like that, pull a hiccup from HTTYD. And why obtain invisibility when you can just tell people you arenât there?â
âWait, youâve got a point.â
âSomebody asking why weâre stalking them? Hit them with the âNUH UH! IâM NOT EVEN HERE, BABY! IâM A HALLUCINATION!â. Thatâll win.â
âOh my god youâre onto something.â
âSomeone trying to end the world? Nope. âPretty pls be a good person đĽşâ them.â
âHow long have you been thinking about this?â
âSince you asked.â
âYOU THOUGHT THAT UP THAT QUICKLY???â
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"What if he thinks I'm being dense?"
"Then he'll stop liking you. Problem solved."
Ideas
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When they're constantly assuring as they lay dying, "I'm fine, I'll be okay, don't worry about me, l'll live." But their final words, whispered, barely audible,
"I don't want to die."
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âIâll be there for youâ, âIâm sorryâ, âI love youâ, over and over again. âdonât hurt yourselfâ, âWe need a breakâ, âI need youâ, All of this, but you never mean it. Never. Not when I need you, your mistakes are a record on loop, your love is as present as my father. You donât care if I hurt myself, especially because you hurt me. Can this break last forever? You need me to do as you say, you donât need me there.
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If HS!Gojo had a crush heâd confess like this:
(Texting)
âLetâs go on a date, do you like sex? Lol. <3â
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Chr picks up a completely dry and closed jar of salsa.
âSalsaaaaâŚâ
Something drips on their toe.
âIsâŚIs it wet?â
Frantically checking the jar for water droplets or cracks. Nothing.
âExcuse me???â
Confused.
âWHY???â
Concerned.
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Father telling small adopted demon child to stay behind while they search for a plushie.
"Perhaps you should stay here, honey. This is no place for a child anyways. I'm sure we don't want you getting kidnapped by some kind of murderer, do we?"
"đš" Foaming at the mouth.
"Dear god, what have I done?"
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Two characters arguing in a group chat over whoâs hotter and it turns into an argument over who would be a better boyfriend to you. This is how you make your grand entrance.
âWhat did I just stumble upon at this very unfortunate hour. I wish to die.â
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meowforluv,
my love, my â¨queen⨠anytime i see your reblog notif it makes me so giddy đ you are so sweet. i dont think you understand, like you LITERALLY made you whole day.
yeah naoya is a whole new level of EVIL đ¤đđťđ¤Ź
GOJO SITTING W HAYU FOR 2 HRS BC HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WAAAAAđ
GAHHH i literally LIVE for shit like this. like bruh is usually so confident and full of himself and then i love how clueless he is with kids, but he's trying so damn hard and it's so endearing đ¤ kekeke
the moment between satoru and us for the script bc she struggles w public speaking oh my god i cant do this rnđ
yessss, literally he is so patient and sweet 𼚠never failing to make her laugh đ ughhhh it gave me the fluff and comfort i needed after all the angst and bullshit naoya put me through.
THE CONVERSATION WAS TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT BETWEEN HIM AND WHOEVER WAS ON THE PHONE PLS HEAR ME OUTâšď¸âšď¸âšď¸ he would never do something as bad as naoya makes it seem i know it(im delusional)
EEEEEP 𫣠i hear you, i hear you...but we don't know for CERTAIN đđđ HOWEVER- i don't think you're delusional bc i am right there with you, i will die on this boat, unless we're both delusional together đ¤Ş
honestly i would NOT know what to do if i were put in that situation to betray someone i have recently starting to feel something for *wink wink nudge nudge* or ruin his reputation because of a custody battle when reputation matters ykwim
oh i absolutely agree. if i were put in this situation, like no matter what you choose things are gonna get messy.... having to choose your child over someone you love... you will never truly win either way đĽ˛
ALSO ONTO THAT regardless of what she chooses, his reputation is at risk? or maybe i need to reread.. like either its from naoya bc i betrayed satoru or from us being in a custody battle for hayu LIKE YKWIM?? WAIT DO PPL KNOW HAYU IS T SATORUS KID BC THAT MAKES IT WORSE?? I THINK I NEED TO REREAD THE WHOLE SERIES BC IM CONNECTING DOTS THAT MIGHT NOT EXIST
oh you are ONTO SOMETHING BB đ no matter what, satoru is going to be put in a position. granted, he has power, and like naoya said, the gojos have covered shit up in the past... so he might be able to pull some strings.
ahhh i love how you are connecting the dots and putting together some of the subtle clues, some of these questions you're asking will actually be answered in the next chapter!! đĽ°
THANK YOU MY LOVE đŤśđť YOU ARE TOO SWEET I'M CRYING đđ
á°áŠ motherhood and matrimony I ch 4 á°áŠ
ę¨ď¸ pairing. au ceo! satoru gojo x single mom secretary fem! reader
ę¨ summary. satoru gojo, the arrogant and irresistible heir to a billion-dollar corporation and the son of your boss, the ceo... but when satoruâs father dies unexpectedly, his inheritance hinges on a stipulation: he must marry and have a child, but the child doesn't necessarily have to be his, right? together, you strike a deal: a fake marriage that promises financial stability for you and corporate control for him. as the lines between business and emotion blur, you must decide if your partnership is purely contractual or if it could evolve into something real.
ę¨ď¸ warnings/tags. 18+ MDNI, nsfw, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fake marriage, slow burn, smut, fluff, bit of angst, reader is single mom who recently broke off her engagement, satoru being a cute step dad Âť ănote, this chapter contains extreme emotional manipulation (from Naoya not Satoru) reader discretion advisedă
ę¨ words: 9.3k
ę¨ a/n. okaaaay time for some angst ya'll. this series is taking a serious turn 𼲠also, as i said earlier, originally this chapter was 20k words buuuut i decided to split it up. i know ya'll said you wouldn't mind one long chapter but it's just, there are moments that i really want to give more time to breathe. you'll get ch 5 soon though, enjoy âĄ
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ch 4 // shadows of doubt
ââŚyou sure youâre okay watching Haru?â you ask, hovering by the doorway, your fingers lightly brushing the doorframe as you steal one last glance into the living room.
The television screen casts a soft glow over Satoru and Haru, nestled together on the couch.
Satoruâs brow is furrowed in concentration as he fumbles with the TV remote, cycling through the menu. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his tongue peeking out slightly at the corner in a classic expression of someone deeply focused.
His usually tousled white hair is messier than usual, as if heâs run his hands through it a few too many times in frustration, and his sweater hangs loosely on his frame, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
Itâs a stark contrast to the sharp, tailored suits youâre used to seeing him in.
But thatâs because right now, heâs just Satoruâthe guy whoâs clearly struggling with something as simple as setting up a kidâs TV show, and yet, thereâs something incredibly endearing about it.
Haru, oblivious to his difficulties, swings her tiny legs back and forth in a rhythm of excitement as she sits beside him.
Itâs a picture of domesticity that feels almost too perfect to disruptâa scene that brings warmth, but also a sharp pang of guilt.
Guiltâof what you are about to do.
âYes, of course,â he replies without missing a beat, light yet reassuring. He glances up at you briefly, offering a warm smile. âDo what you need to do, itâs important to have time to yourself.â
Right now, it feels like you donât deserve that smile.
The ache in your chest intensifies at the sincerity in his words, making the lie youâre carrying out feel even heavier.
Finally, after a few more clicks, the TV springs to life, and a triumphant grin spreads across Satoruâs face as the familiar Digimon theme song bursts through the speakers.
The sound seems to ignite a spark of joy in Haru, her face wide eyed as she turns her full attention to the screen.
âBesides, I promised her weâd watch Digimon together,â Satoru says, his voice laced with affection as he glances at Haru. âNowâs the perfect time. Right, Haru?â
Haru beams, her small body practically vibrating with excitement as she snuggles closer to him.
âWow, look âtoru, look!â she exclaims gleefully, her voice high-pitched with exhilaration as she points at the screen.
Her eyes sparkle with wonder, completely captivated by the vibrant colors and lively characters dancing across the television.
âYay!â she claps her hands together.
A tender smile curls upon Satoruâs lips as he shifts his gaze from Haru to you. His blue eyes, always so vibrant and full of life, are soft and inviting, radiating a sense of calmâa calm that should put you at ease, but why does it fill you with more guilt?
âSee? Weâve got it all under control. Go do what you need to do, and donât worry about a thing.â
His words are spoken with such warmth and trustâit should comfort you, but instead your unease twists further in your gut.
You force a smile, trying to push away the shame that threatens to rise to the surface.
âAlright,â you murmur, âI wonât be long.â
But you linger for just a moment longer, unable to tear your eyes away from the heartwarming sight before you.
The way Satoru drapes an arm around Haru, pulling her closer as they both become engrossed in the showâyou realize something profound.
Itâs in the subtle detailsâthe way he listens intently to her excited chatter, how he nods along, genuinely interested in every little thing she points out, even if itâs something as simple as a colorful character on the screen.
Satoru isnât just watching Digimon with Haru; heâs immersing himself in her world.
Heâs someone who takes the time to enjoy the things she loves, someone who listens to her with the patience and attentiveness she deserves. Heâs supporting her curiosity, encouraging her to explore and express herself, making her feel valued in a way that is both gentle and profound.
Itâs everything youâve ever wanted for Haruâa stable, loving figure in her life, someone she can depend on, someone who can always be there for her. Someone who makes her feel safe, cherished, and free to be her true self.
Someone Naoya never was.
But this relationship is a contract, a charadeâa lie.
And now, this new lie youâre about to bring to the table, casts an even darker shadow over this picture of domestic bliss.
There is a storm cloud, threatening to break at any momentâto drench you in an unforgiving rain. And that storm cloud is your reality.
The reality that this relationship has always been a lie, hasnât it?
So... is what youâre doing really any different?
As you turn to leave, your body feels heavy, burdened by the deception youâre carrying with you.
Closing the door behind you, the soft click echoes in your ears as you begin to walk down the hallway, away from the warmth of the living room and into the cold reality of the decision youâve made.
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A soft jingle rings above your head as you push open the glass door to the coffee shopâa sound almost too cheerful considering whatâs to come. Once the door closes behind you with a muted thud, your fate is sealed.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee hits you first, rich and earthy, mingling with the sweet, buttery aroma of pastries that line the display case. Itâs a combination that would normally invite comfort, a location for quiet relaxation.
Today, however, that feels entirely out of reach.
Only a few patrons are scattered about, each lost in their own worldâreading books, typing away on laptops, or simply enjoying company. The soft murmur of conversation barely registers in your ears as your eyes sweep across the room.
Within moments you spot Naoya, seated at a corner table in the back, a place where the dimness nearly swallows him whole, casting long shadows that seem to cling to him like a second skin.
His chosen spot is strategic, offering both a sense of privacy and an air of intimidation.
Itâs a stage heâs set perfectly.
The way he sitsâone arm draped casually over the back of the booth, the other cradling a coffee cupâexudes an unsettling confidence, as if heâs already decided the outcome of this meeting.
His minacious eyes rake over you and he registers the trepidation in your step, causing a shiver to run down your spine as his lips slowly curl into a predatory smirk.
Setting down his cup of coffee with a practiced ease, the porcelain clinks softly against the saucer. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he waves you over, the gesture so casual itâs almost insulting, as if he were summoning a servant rather than inviting a conversation.
You lower yourself into the chair across from him with measured deliberation, desperately trying to project a façade of composure even as anxiety, anger, and guilt roil within you like a brewing storm.
Unfortunately, the table between you and Naoya feels woefully insufficient, a flimsy barrier against the man who once wielded a terrifying influence over your lifeâa man who now threatens to shatter the fragile peace youâve painstakingly pieced together.
ây/n,â he begins, his voice smooth and slick, like oil spilling over water, spreading tendrils of unease. âIâm glad you decided to show up.â
You force a tight smile, though it feels more like a grimace.
âYou didnât exactly leave me much of a choice, did you?â
A low insidious chuckle leaves Naoyaâs lips, the noise grating on your nerves. His cold calculating eyes hold your gaze as he tilts his head to the side, and for a moment, you feel like a mouse caught in a trap, every avenue of escape cut off, leaving you with nowhere to run.
âTch. What else am I supposed to do?â his tone drips with mock innocence, as if heâs genuinely puzzled. âYou donât answer any of my calls. Itâs almost like youâre trying to avoid me.â
His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something dark and unreadable passing through them.
âYou look well, though. Iâve missed you.â
The casual cruelty in his tone, the way he throws out those wordsâwords that should carry weightâas if they mean nothing, as if he hasnât been tormenting you.
It makes your skin crawl.
âI didnât come here to chat, Naoya,â you say firmly. âWhat do you want?â
You catch a flash of his white teeth in the dim light of the coffee shop, but thereâs a cruel twist to his lips, a smugness that makes your stomach churn with unease.
âStraight to the point, I see. I always loved that about you,â he drawls, his tone almost affectionate.
He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other in a posture of relaxed arrogance.
There is a beat of silence as he pauses, as if savoring each moment of your discomfort, drawing it out and relishing the control he has over the situation.
The control he has over you.
âI think you know what I want, y/n,â he continues, tone almost patronizing, as if speaking to a child who just doesnât understand. âI want whatâs best for Haru. Iâm sure you do too.â
âYouâre threatening to take her away from me. How is that whatâs best for her?â you scoff, though the defiance in your voice barely masks the trembling fear underneath.
His gaze roams over you, assessing, calculating, and it takes everything in you not to shrink under the weight of his scrutiny.
When he speaks again, his voice is a low, dangerous whisper that sends a shiver down your spine, cold as ice and sharp as a blade.
âBecause,â he hisses, the word dripping with venom, âyouâre not thinking clearly. Youâre letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Haru deserves stability, a future where sheâs not dragged into whatever mess you and Satoru are involved in.â
The accusation cuts deep, and despite your best efforts, you flinch slightly at his words, the reaction small but not unnoticed.
Naoyaâs eyes glint with satisfaction, feeding off the fear and uncertainty heâs managed to briefly instill within you.
Before you can muster a response, he leans in closer, his tone shifting, becoming smooth and insidious, like poison seeping through the cracks of your resolve.
âOh y/n,â he sighs, voice dripping with false sympathy, âI know this thing with Satoru is just a charade. You may think youâre merely playing house, but what youâre actually doing is setting Haru up for confusion and heartache. What kind of future is that for her?â
Itâs like heâs pulled the rug out from under your feet. The air around you seems to thicken, making it hard to breathe. Because deep down, a part of you has feared how this arrangement may affect Haru.
The doubt that Naoya is sowing isnât newâitâs something youâve deliberately tried to ignore.
The connection Haru is forming with Satoru, the bond thatâs growing stronger every dayâisnât it built on a foundation of lies?
What happens when it all crumblesâwhat happens to Haru then?
What if youâre setting her up for a heartbreak that sheâs too young to understand?
AhâŚbut thatâs what Naoya is good at, isnât it?
He thrives on stirring a visceral reaction within you, on playing your emotions like a finely tuned instrument. And you know betterâyou know better than to believe that his actions have anything to do with Haruâs well-being.
After all, Naoya has only ever used Haru as a tool to control you, to manipulate you into doing his bidding.
He doesnât truly want Haruâhe never has.
This is just a twisted game, another attempt to bend you to his will.
âNaoya,â you begin, voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation, âthis isnât about whatâs best for Haru. Cut the crap,â you snap, the frustration seeping through your words, giving you a fleeting sense of strength. âDonât play games with me. What are you really after?â
Naoyaâs response is a soft, chilling chuckle, a sound so unnerving that it slithers around you, making your skin prickle with unease.
He tilts his head slightly, regarding you with a twisted sense of satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk thatâs as sharp as a knifeâs edge.
âYouâre not as naĂŻve as you look,â he murmurs.
With a deliberate elegance, he runs his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back and straightening his posture as if ready to present himself for something significant. He then leans forward, fixing you with a gaze that feels like a vise tightening around your heart.
âIâm willing to make a deal with you.â
You swallow hard, forcing the question past the lump in your throat.
âWhat kind of deal?â
His eyes glisten with satisfaction, a spark of triumph lighting them up as if this is the moment heâs been waiting for all along.
âDo you remember the case that was quietly swept under the rug a few years back?â he begins, tone almost conversational. âThe one that could have destroyed the Gojo family? Well of course, you donâtâbecause the Gojos made sure no one remembered.â
A cold dread settles in the pit of your stomach as the gravity of what heâs saying begins to sink in. You try to piece together what he could possibly mean, but the implications are too terrifying to fully grasp.
ââŚwhat are you saying?â
Naoyaâs smirk widens, a cruel light flickering in his eyes as he watches your reaction.
âOh, donât play dumb, y/n. You know exactly what Iâm talking about. The Gojo family isnât as squeaky clean as theyâd like everyone to believe. That closed caseâitâs a time bomb waiting to go off, and Iâm the one holding the detonator.â
With a casual elegance, Naoya places his elbow on the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand, his gaze never leaving yours.
âI want you to help me reopen the case,â his voice now a silky, dangerous murmur. âI need inside information, something to poke holes in the Gojo familyâs defense. Satoru trusts you, doesnât he? Heâs practically handed you the keys to the kingdom.â
Your blood runs cold as you grapple with the enormity of what heâs asking.
âYou want me to spy on Satoru? To dig up dirt on his family?â
Naoya shrugs, the gesture so casual, so dismissive, as if the request is the most natural thing in the world.
âSpy is such an ugly word. Letâs call it⌠protecting your daughterâs future. You help me get the information I need, and Iâll make sure this custody battle disappears. Youâll never have to worry about losing Haru.â
You feel sick to your stomach as the full impact of his ultimatum crashes down on you.
Your skin crawls at the way he frames itâto him itâs as if heâs offering you a lifeline, a way out of an impossible situation. But the reality is, heâs trapping you, coercing you into betraying the one person who has given you a chance at a new life.
Betray Satoru?
The very thought twists like a knife in your gut.
Satoruâthe man who has shown you nothing but kindness, who has gone out of his way to make you feel safe, to make you feel valued. The man who has opened his home to you and Haru, who has treated your daughter with a warmth and love that you never thought she would receive.
How could you possibly betray him? Be his downfall? The mere thought of it makes your chest tighten, your heart aching with the weight of the impossible decision that Naoya is forcing upon you.
But then, the other side of the coin looms large and terrifying: the risk of losing Haru forever. The thought of her being taken from you, of her being dragged into Naoyaâs world, is a nightmare you canât bear to even consider.
The two most important people in your life, and Naoya is forcing you to choose between them.
How can you possibly make such a choice?
âIâŚI canât do that, Naoya. Satoruâheâs done nothing wrong,â
The words feel hollow, desperate, as if youâre grasping for some semblance of control in a situation where you have none.
Naoyaâs expression darkens, the cold veneer of civility slipping as a more menacing presence takes over. He leans in closer, the air around him growing colder, heavier with the weight of his intentions.
âSatoru and his family deserve whateverâs coming to them,â he hisses. âYou just have to decide whose side youâre on. Corporate malpractice, insider trading, possibly even a cover-up. The Gojo family has skeletons in their closet, and I intend to expose them. But to do that, I need information. Inside information.â
âNo, Naoya,â you say more forcefully, your voice trembling slightly but growing steadier as your resolve hardens. âThat would destroy Satoru.â
For a moment, thereâs a flicker of something in Naoyaâs eyesâfrustration, perhaps, or irritation at your defiance. But itâs fleeting, quickly replaced by a darker, more calculating expression.
âYou think this is a game, y/n?â his voice drips with disdain. âYou think Satoru wonât throw you to the wolves the moment things get tough? Heâs a Gojo, through and through. They protect their own, and youâre not one of them.â
A cold dread washes over you as his words echo in your mind, sinking into the darkest corners of your thoughts.
WaitâŚis he actually, right?
Noâyou push back against the rising tide of doubt. Satoru wouldnât do that. Heâs been nothing but kind, patient, and understanding. Heâs given you no reason to believe he would ever abandon you, especially not in a moment of crisis.
But⌠then thereâs the stipulation in your contract. The one that states any poor publicity to his name would result in being cut off from all financial support.
The words of the contract flash in your mind, stark and unforgiving.
You had brushed it off as a mere formality when you first signed it, a precautionary clause meant to protect his reputation. But now, under the weight of Naoyaâs words, it feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off the moment anything goes wrong.
Doubt seeps into your veins, intertwining with the fear that Naoyaâs threat might have more truth to it than youâd like to admit.
Could Satoru really turn his back on you if the situation spiraled out of control? Would he prioritize his family name, his legacy, over you and Haru?
Seeing the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, Naoyaâs expression softens, adopting a mask of concern. His voice lowers, becoming almost gentle, as if heâs offering you a lifeline.
âBut if you help me,â he continues, silky and persuasive, âyouâll have leverageâreal power. Youâll be in control. Think about Haru. Think about whatâs best for her.â
âI⌠I donât think I can do it,â the words escape your lips in a trembling whisper.
Naoyaâs eyes narrow, and his voice hardens.
âYou donât have much of a choice, y/n. Youâre in this mess because of your own decisions. Instead of relying on me you chose him. But lucky for you, Iâm offering you a way outâa way to keep Haru safe. But if you refuse, I will use every legal trick in the book to take her from you. And believe me, I will win. I always do.â
The finality in his words leaves no room for doubtâNaoya isnât bluffing.
Heâs a man who gets what he wants, no matter the cost, and the ruthless determination in his eyes tells you that heâs more than willing to destroy your life to achieve his goals.
âYouâre a monster,â you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
Naoyaâs response is immediate, his smirk widening with satisfaction.
âIâm a lawyer,â he corrects, his tone dripping with smugness. âAnd Iâm very good at what I do.â
You look down, unable to meet his gaze.
âWhat exactly do you want me to do?â you whisper.
Naoyaâs eyes gleam with triumph as a victorious smirk curls upon his lips. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a slim envelope.
With a deliberate slowness, he slides it across the table, the paper making a soft, ominous rustle as it comes to a stop in front of you.
âInside this is everything you need to help me. I want information, y/n. Information on Satoru. His business dealings, his vulnerabilitiesâanything I can use to gain leverage over him.â
The envelope sits there between you, a tangible representation of the impossible choice youâre being forced to make.
Your hands twitch at your sides, but you canât bring yourself to reach for itâthe burden of its contents is far too heavy.
Naoya leans back in his chair, watching intently for any sign of hesitation, his gaze unyielding. He presses you again, his voice a smooth, sinister whisper.
âYou help me, and Iâll make sure this custody battle disappears. Youâll never have to worry about losing Haru.â
Your hand trembles as you extend it, hovering over the envelope. Naoyaâs grin widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph, anticipating your surrender.
But just as your fingertips brush the envelope, you stop.
The smile slips from Naoyaâs face, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then annoyance, as you push the envelope back across the table. The cold edge of the paper scrapes against your skin, the sound eerily loud in the tense silence between you.
âIâll need some time,â you say finally, your voice quieter now, more controlled, though it takes everything in you to keep it steady. âThis isnât a decision I can make lightly.â
Naoyaâs expression darkens, his patience clearly waning. With a swift, almost irritated motion, he snatches the envelope and tucks it back into his coat pocket.
âIâm not a patient man, y/n, you know this,â he warns, the threat clear in his tone. âYou have one week. If I donât get an answer by then, the custody battle begins. And trust me,â his tone drops to a menacing whisper, âyou donât want to fight me in court.â
âIâll let you know,â you murmur, unable to meet his gaze as your eyes are fixed on the table between you.
Naoyaâs smirk returns, a slow, victorious curve of his lips.
Itâs a look that says heâs already won, that heâs confident youâll bend to his will.
âGood girl. I know youâll see reason. Iâll expect your call soon.â
He stands with a deliberate calmness, smoothing the front of his jacket before tossing a few bills onto the table as if this entire conversation has been nothing more than a routine business transaction.
The casualness of his movements, the ease with which he holds your fate in his hands, only serves to deepen the pit of dread forming in your stomach.
âThink it over, love. Iâll be in touch.â
With those final words, Naoya turns and strides out of the coffee shop, leaving you sitting there, feeling as though the walls are closing in around you.
You canât shake the feeling that no matter what you decide, something precious will be lost.
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Itâs much later than you intendedâa few hours past the time you told Satoru youâd be home. But after your meeting with Naoya, you simply couldnât summon the strength to face him.
How could you possibly stand before him now?
The very thought of looking into his eyes feels like a betrayal in itself, as if the truth youâre hiding might spill out just from his gaze alone.
Naoyaâs words continue to echo in your mind, twisting around your thoughts like a serpent coiling tighter with each passing moment.
You can almost hear the whispers of scandal creeping through the corridors of the Gojo Corporation.
Surely this custody battle would bring poor publicity to Satoruâs name⌠knowing Naoya, it would be a spectacleâa media circus designed to tarnish every aspect of Satoruâs life.
Your heart races as you picture the headlines splashed across every tabloid, the relentless swarm of reporters, cameras flashing like a thousand tiny daggers aimed at your very soul.
Theyâd dig into every corner of your lives, twisting facts and fabricating lies until the truth is buried beneath layers of sensationalism.
Youâve seen Satoruâs worldâperfectly organized, meticulously maintained, a reflection of the man himself. But Naoya has the power to create cracks in that perfect image, to expose the vulnerabilities hidden beneath the surface.
He would ensure itâheâd savor every moment of watching Satoruâs pristine reputation crumble, brick by brick.
What would Satoru do if you told him Naoyaâs intentions?
Would he support you, or would he choose to protect himself, his legacy, over you and Haru?
The very thought makes your heart ache, a sharp pang of fear twisting through your chestâfear of losing the delicate balance youâve found with Satoru, of watching it all unravel because of Naoyaâs malice.
What is the right choice to make?
The question loops endlessly in your mind, a never-ending cycle of doubt that gnaws at your resolve.
You donât know what to believe any more.
You need timeâsomething you donât have an abundance of right now. After all, you canât avoid Satoru foreverâheâll wonder where youâve been, whatâs kept you away for so long.
And so, reluctantly, with a heart heavy and unresolved emotions, you return home.
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The faint ticking of the grand clock echoes in the house as you creak open the door and re-enter. The sound, which usually blends into the background of your day, now feels loudâalmost deafening in the silence of the home.
Rounding your way to the living room, the dim glow of the television casts flickering shadows on the wallsâthe only thing that seems alive in the stillness.
But the sight you are met with is something entirely unexpectedâsomething that pushes away the darkness inside of you, if only for a moment.
Satoru sits on the couch, his posture relaxed but his expression one of bemused helplessness, as though heâs found himself in a situation that heâs not quite sure how to navigate.
His long legs are stretched out in front of him, but thereâs a tenderness in the way he holds his arms around the small figure resting against him.
Haru, curled up on his lap, is nestled against his chest, her tiny body rising and falling with each gentle breath as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat seems to lull her deeper into sleep. One of her small hands clutches the fabric of his shirt, as if seeking comfort even in her dreams, while the other is tucked close to her body, holding her favorite plush toyâPikachu.
The TV is on, but the volume is muted, playing some late-night rerun that neither of them are paying attention to as the soft flickering light illuminates against them.
Satoru glances up as you enter the room, eyes brightening as he spots you. A sheepish smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a mixture of relief and quiet joy at your return.
âHey, welcome back,â he says softly, careful not to disturb Haru.
Itâs moments like this, that make it impossible to doubt him. The warmth in his voice makes the knot of tension in your chest loosen, if only a little.
You manage a small smile in return.
âThanks,â you murmur.
As you begin to set your things downâyour bag, your coatâSatoruâs gaze follows you, soft and attentive.
âDid you enjoy your time to yourself?â
Itâs such a simple question, yet itâs loaded with the weight of the lie youâre living.
You force a smile, hoping it doesnât look as strained as it feels, and nod, trying to keep your voice steady and light.
âYeahâŚit was nice to have a little break.â
A tender smile curls upon his lips, his relief evident as he nods back.
âGood. You deserve some time for yourself.â
The words are filled with such warmth and care that it almost breaks you. But you swallow down the guilt, knowing you canât afford to let it show. Not now.
As you make your way towards him, your gaze softens, drawn irresistibly to the sight of Haru. You kneel down beside the couch, your eyes tracing the delicate lines of her face, so peaceful and content as she rests in Satoru's lap.
âShe fell asleep?â your voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, shifting slightly but careful not to wake her.
âYeah. We were watching Digimon like I promised, but she conked out halfway through. I didnât know what to do, so Iâve just been sitting here for the past two hours.â
Your heart swells at his wordsâthe thought of Satoru sitting there, his world seemingly paused just to let her sleep undisturbed, truly that is real⌠right?
You reach out and gently brush a strand of hair from Haruâs face, your fingers lingering for a moment on her cheek.
Her skin warm and smooth, her breathing steady and calm, the gentle rise and fall of her chestâeach element is a testament to the trust sheâs placed in this space that Satoru has helped create.
She looks so at peace, so completely untroubled andâŚitâs all thanks to Satoru.
You canât stop the words from slipping out, even though theyâre laced with the bittersweet ache of everything thatâs happened.
âThank you,â you murmur, your eyes meeting his. âFor everything.â
He smiles at you, that soft, understanding smile that always seems to reach his eyes.
âOf course. Sheâs a wonderful kid. Itâs my pleasure.â
Leaning down, you gently scoop Haru into your arms, cradling her small body against you. She stirs slightly, her little face scrunching up in sleep, but she doesnât wake, simply burrowing closer to you as you hold her, seeking the comfort of your warmth.
âIâll put her to bed,â you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
Satoru watches you with a fond smile, his eyes following you as you move towards the stairway.
ây/n,â he calls after you, his tone a little hesitant.
You turn back to face him, noticing the subtle way his expression has shiftedâan unspoken concern lingering in his eyes.
âYeah?â
âThereâs something I need to tell youâŚâ he begins, rubbing the back of his neckâa gesture youâve come to recognize as his way of showing uncertainty. âItâs kind of short notice, but we were invited to a big charity gala tomorrow night. Itâs a pretty important event, and theyâre expecting us to attend. And, well⌠weâre anticipated to do an interview this time.â
Ahâthe discomfort returns in an instant, like a cold shiver racing down your spine.
The weight of his words settles heavily on your shoulders, adding yet another layer of complexity to the tangled web you find yourself ensnared in.
The thought of standing in front of cameras, of answering questions about a relationship that is already so fraught with secrets and lies, sends your mind spiraling into a storm of anxiety.
But you canât let any of that show. Not now.
Not when Satoru is looking at you with such sincerity, his blue eyes filled with a quiet expectation, clearly relying on you to be by his side through this.
You force a smile, hoping it doesnât look as strained as it feels.
âAnother gala, huh?â
He nods, his expression softening slightly, but the tension doesnât leave his eyes.
âYeah, this oneâs for a good cause, and, well, appearances matter. Itâs important that we present a united front.â
Appearances matter. A bitter reminder of Naoyaâs taunting words.
Satoru is a Gojo after allâand for a Gojo, appearances are everything. The pristine image he maintains is not just for show; itâs a fundamental part of who he is, of the world he navigates with such ease.
But where does that leave you? What happens the moment you mess up?
Youâve always been terrible at public speaking, and now youâre expected to partake in an interview?
Will his soft expression turn cold the moment you fail to meet his expectations?
Your heart races, but you push the fear down, locking it away behind a carefully constructed mask of composure.
âOkay,â you swallow. âWeâll figure it out.â
Satoruâs expression softens with visible relief, and he stands up, stretching slightly after having sat in the same position for so long. As his arms extend above his head, the hem of his shirt lifts, revealing a fleeting glimpse of his toned abs.
âThanks, y/n. I know this whole public thing isnât easy, but⌠I really appreciate you doing this with me.â
âOf course,â you manage to say, forcing the words past the lump in your throat. ââŚweâre in this together, right?â
âYeah. Together.â
The words feel like a betrayal, a dagger of guilt twisting in your chest.
How can you say that when you know what youâre hiding?
How can you say that when you doubt the very man in front of you?
Pushing those thoughts away, you try to focus on the moment, on Satoruâs gentle, almost boyish grin. Despite it all, itâs the kind of smile that makes you want to believe everything will be okay, that makes you want to cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, you will get through this.
There is a beat of silence as you shift Haruâs weight slightly in your arms.
You study his faceâthe subtle vulnerability there, the softness, it makes you thinkâmaybe, just maybe, you can open up to him. Test the waters, gauge his understanding.
Letâs start small⌠what if you told him your fear of public speaking?
The words hover on the tip of your tongue, a confession that feels both terrifying and necessary.
Would he laugh? Would he brush it off with one of his easy, confident smiles?
Or would he understand, see the anxiety that lies beneath the surface, and offer the reassurance you so desperately need?
Your heart races as you weigh the options, the fear of rejection battling with the desire for connection.
Finally, you take a deep breath, deciding to take the plunge. Itâs a small step, but it feels monumental in the moment.
âIâm⌠Iâm not really good with public speaking,â you admit quietly, your gaze lowering to the floor. âMaybe we could practice a little? Just so I donât mess up.â
For a moment, thereâs silence.
When you finally dare to look up, you see Satoruâs expression softening even further, a gentle warmth radiating from his eyes as he gazes at you.
The way he looks at you, so full of understanding, so free of judgmentâit makes your chest tighten.
âOf course, we can. I actually prepared a script earlier today, just in case you may need it. We can go over it together after you put Haru to bed.â
You let out a small sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.
âThank you, Satoru⌠that would really help.â
Why did you doubt him?
Did Naoya instill that doubt? Or has it always been there, lurking in the shadows of your mind, waiting for the right moment to surface?
The question lingers, a quiet whisper that carries both regret and self-reproach.
He had anticipated your need, had prepared for it without you even asking.
On one hand you feel relief that heâs so understanding, but guilt practically consumes it because now his trust feels like a weight you canât bear.
It seems at this point, there is no winning for you.
No matter which way you turn, youâre trappedâcaught between the desire to commit to him completely and the fear that youâll inevitably fall short of his expectations.
Your mind is at a constant battle.
âNo problem,â he says, his voice pulling you back to the present. He reaches for the remote, turning off the TV, the screen fading to black as the room is cast into a quieter, more intimate atmosphere.
He glances back at you, his expression warm but focused.
âMeet you in the study after you put Haru down?â
Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod, and turn, heading up the stairs towards Haruâs bedroom.
In the quiet of Haruâs room, you smooth the covers around her small, peaceful form and press a soft kiss on her forehead.
You take a moment to just sit there, watching her sleepâa moment to collect yourself before you return to Satoru.
The soft rise and fall of her chest, the slight twitch of her fingers as she dreams, it all serves as a reminder of the innocence youâre trying so desperately to protect.
You canât risk losing her. Haru is everything to you.
But how long can you maintain this lie, this pretense that everything is okay, when the truth threatens to tear it all apart?
The mere thought of Haru being taken away, of Naoya sinking his claws into her life, makes your blood run cold.
Right now, you want nothing more than to break down, to cry, to let the tears that have been welling up inside you finally fall.
But you canât afford to do that. Not now.
Sometimes the difficult thing about being a parent is putting on a front that everything is okay... that everything will be okay, even when it feels like it will not be.
You have to be strong, not just for yourself, but for Haru. She needs you to be her rock, her anchor in the storm, even if you feel like youâre barely holding on.
You pull back, your hand lingering on the edge of her bed for just a moment longer, savoring the last bit of peace before you straighten up, steeling yourself for the next challenge that you must face.
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As you enter the study, the door closes behind you with a soft click.
Satoru looks up, sitting at the large mahogany desk, papers spread out in front of him as he offers you a small, reassuring smile. He gestures to the chair beside him.
âReady?â
You nod, pulling out the chair and sitting down, the leather cushion sinking slightly under your weight.
Leaning forward, Satoru props his elbow on the table as he studies you with soft, focused eyes.
âSo, letâs start with the basics. Theyâll probably ask how we met, what drew us together... you know, easy stuff.â
He slides the script over to you.
You take the paper, your eyes skimming over the questionsâquestions that are so casual on the surface.
Theyâre questions that, for most couples, would evoke warm memories and easy smiles. But the simplicity of these questions only highlights the complexity of the situation.
They should feel easy to answerâanswers that would roll off the tongue naturally if your relationship was carved from normal circumstances.
But, thatâs not the situation you find yourself in.
The reality of your arrangement makes each question feel like a testâa hurdle you need to clear without revealing too much.
If only it were differentâif only the answers could come from a place of truth rather than a carefully constructed narrative.
But itâs not.
This relationship is a contract, a charadeâa web of lies.
You nod again, the knot in your stomach tightening.
âAlright,â Satoru says, his tone encouraging. âLetâs give it a go. Iâll ask, you answer.â
He clears his throat and starts with the first question.
âSo, y/n, how did you and Satoru first meet?â
You take a deep breath, the familiar answer already on the tip of your tongue.
This one is easy because itâs part of the story youâve both been telling from the beginning. Still, your fingers fidget with the corner of the script, as if grounding yourself in the words.
âI was looking for a new job, and Satoru needed someone with my expertise. It was professional at first, but we just⌠clicked. Like it was meant to be.â
âPerfect,â he says, tone approving.
He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he raises an eyebrow at you.
âNowâŚwhat drew you to each other?â
You hesitate, your gaze dropping to the script in your hands. The paper crinkles slightly under your fingers as you try to commit the answer to memory, but the words feel heavy, loaded with the pressure to say the right thing.
Satoru notices your pause and tilts his head, a gentle smile lingering on his lips.
âI was thinking we keep it simple,â he suggests, his eyes locking onto yours with a reassuring calm. âIâll talk about how I admire how you always put Haru first. People eat that stuff up.â
âRight,â you nod, your voice a little lighter now. âThen how about I talk about how youâre always so supportive and how youâve made Haru and me feel safe.â
Satoruâs grin broadens, the corners of his mouth curling into a familiar, playful expression. He lets out a contemplative hum, as if considering your words carefully, and then reaches over to tap the tip of your nose playfully.
The touch is light, almost teasing, but it carries with it a sense of warmth, of genuine affection.
âAnd you can say something about how Iâm the most charming, good-looking guy youâve ever met.â
A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound carrying with it a sense of relief you hadnât realized you neededâlike exhaling a breath you didnât know you were holding.
Your heaviness lifts, replaced by a lightness that feels almost foreign in the midst of all the pressure.
Satoru always seems to know how to break through your tension.
Itâs one of the things youâve come to appreciate about him during this arrangementâthe way he can make you laugh, even when everything else feels like itâs falling apart.
âOf course, because modesty is your best trait,â you grin, and without thinking, you poke his side gently, eliciting a small chuckle from him. âIf I say that, Iâm certain it would only go straight to your head.â
âHmm, what can I say? Confidence is key,â he grins, eyes twinkling with that mischievous spark youâve come to recognize.
You lean back and fold your arms across your chest in a mock gesture of contemplation, your eyes narrowing slightly as you consider his words.
âConfidence? Or arrogance?â you retort, a smirk playing on your lips. âItâs a fine line, Satoru.â
He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if youâve struck a mortal blow.
âArrogance? Me? Iâm wounded, truly,â he declares, his voice dripping with exaggerated hurt, though the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth betrays the act.
âRightâŚI think I might have to bring you back down to earth,â your voice carries a note of a playful challenge.
âGlad to know I can count on you,â he replies, leaning back slightly as he comfortably puts his hands behind his neck in a relaxed confidence. âBut letâs not forgetâyouâre the one whoâs supposed to be singing my praises. Remember? Charming, good-lookingâŚâ
âAnd donât forget humble,â you add, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
âAh, yes, the humblest,â he agrees, nodding solemnly as if heâs just imparted some great wisdom.
But the solemnity only lasts a moment before he breaks into another grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
âIâve always been known for my humility.â
You canât help but laugh again, shaking your head in disbelief at his antics. This fleeting sense of normalcy was everything you needed. It almost makes you forget the storm of emotions raging inside you.
âWow. At this point, I think your ego has its own zip code,â you quip, rolling your eyes.
He grins, but then, with a small, exaggerated sigh, he drops his head down onto the table, resting it on his folded arms as he pouts dramatically.
âOkay, okay, Iâll try to keep my ego in check,â he mumbles, his voice slightly muffled.
Here is a man who commands boardrooms and makes decisions that influence entire industries, pouting like a child in front of you.
Itâs kind of cute, actually, that the powerful CEO can be this⌠unguarded, this silly, this human.
In these moments, all the layers he wearsâof strength, of authority, of responsibilityâseem to peel away, leaving behind just⌠Satoru.
After a moment, he lifts his head just enough to look at you, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.
âYou know⌠people tell me Iâm charming and good-looking all the time, but⌠I think itâd feel different coming from you. I wouldnât mind hearing it⌠just once.â
Your breath catches for a fleeting moment as you observe a glimpse of something in his eyes, something deeper than the usual teasing.
The way he says it, with that mix of playfulness and sincerity, makes your heart flutter in a way youâre not entirely prepared for.
Would it be so bad to indulge him?
âYouâre⌠easy on the eyes,â you say, your voice softer, almost shy.
Itâs not quite the grand compliment he was fishing for, but itâs enough to make him smileâthe kind of smile that lights up his entire face, making it impossible not to smile back.
âWell, Iâll take that,â he murmurs, his voice low and warm, and for just a moment, everything else falls away.
But then, as if unable to resist, Satoru props his head up in the palm of his hand and leans in just a little closer, his smile turning slightly smug.
âYou know, you could say it again if you really wanted to. I mean, Iâm all ears.â
You raise an eyebrow, a grin tugging at your lips as you catch onto his game.
âDonât push your luck, Satoru,â you warn, though your tone is more amused than serious. âLetâs get back to work.â
Satoru chuckles, leaning back with a mock surrender.
âAlright, alright. Back to work it is.â
The world outside fades awayâthe complications, the secrets, the uncertainty of what tomorrow holdsâall of it dissolves into the background as you share this brief moment of connection with Satoru.
Itâs as if time itself has slowed, allowing you to bask in the warmth of this exchange, to let the comfort of Satoruâs presence ease the weight of your worries.
But the moment canât last forever.
The reality of your situation looms just beyond the edges of this moment, reminding you of the stakes, of the careful balance youâre trying to maintain.
After all, thereâs still work to be done, and as much as youâd like to linger here, in this bubble of lightheartedness, you know you need to keep moving forward.
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The hours slip by, and you go over each possible scenario, each potential curveball the interviewers might throw your way.
The script between you becomes both a shield and a lifeline, something to cling to as you navigate the complexities of everything.
Satoruâs voice is steady and reassuring as he guides you through your responses. When you stumbleâwhen the nerves threaten to get the better of youâheâs there with gentle corrections.
His words never harsh or critical, but rather encouraging, help you find your footing again. And whenever he senses the tension risingâthe anxiety creeping into your expressionâhe cracks a joke, designed to draw you back from the edge of your worry.
You find yourself leaning on him more than you expected, his confidence bolstering your own, his belief in you seeping into the cracks of your self-doubt, and with each passing hour, the fear that had settled in your chest begins to ease, replaced by a cautious optimism that maybe, just maybe, youâll be able to pull this off.
After running through the script for what feels like the hundredth time, Satoru leans back in his chairâthe soft smile tugging at his lips telling you that heâs genuinely pleased with your progress.
âI think youâre ready,â his voice is filled with a quiet confidence. âYouâve got this. Now, you should probably get some rest... it's getting late.â
His words are a welcome relief, washing over you like a balm after the tension of the evening. You nod, feeling the exhaustion from the long day finally catching up to youâall you can think about is the comfort of your bed.
But as you begin to stand, you notice that Satoru remains seated. His posture, which had been so relaxed just moments before, now seems slightly more tense as he appears to be focused on something distant, something you canât quite place.
The shift is subtle, but itâs enough to give you pause.
âArenât you coming?â you ask mid-step, your voice tentative, a hint of concern creeping in.
Satoru looks up at your question, the distant look in his eyes fading as his focus returns to you. His expression softens, the edges of his smile returning, though it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âNo,â he replies, tone gentle but firm. âIâve got some other business I need to take care of. But donât worry about it,â he adds quickly, as if sensing your concern. âYou should get some rest. Youâve done more than enough for tonight.â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, the way he brushes off your concern so easily, that makes you hesitate.
Is there something heâs not telling you? Or perhaps, choosing to handle on his own?
Thereâs a slight droop of his shoulders and his fingers absently drum against the armrest of his chairâa silent rhythm betraying the thoughts running through his mind.
You want to push, to ask him whatâs really going on, but something holds you back.
Maybe itâs the way his eyes seem to plead with you to let it go, to trust him when he says itâs nothing you need to worry about.
Or maybe itâs the exhaustion thatâs finally settling into your bones, making it harder to think clearly, to muster the energy for another round of questions.
So, instead, you nod again, offering him a small, understanding smile.
âAlright.  Just⌠donât stay up too late, okay?â
He chuckles, the sound low and warm, and though it eases some of your worry, it doesnât completely dispel it.
âIâll try not to,â he promises, though youâre not entirely convinced. âGo on, get some sleep. Iâll be here if you need anything.â
Making your way down the hallway, the soft light of the bedroom is a welcoming beacon at the end.
The prospect of finally getting rest is almost too tempting to resist, but as you near the door, something tugs at youâa nagging feeling in the back of your mind that refuses to be ignored.
Itâs not fair, you think to yourselfâpausing just before the threshold of your bedroom.
Satoru stayed up late, helping you with the interview questions, guiding you through each potential challenge with patience and care...and now, heâs left alone to handle his own business needs while you get to sleep.
There was a weariness in his eyes that you hadnât noticed before, a quiet weight that he seemed determined to hide from you.
Why is he shouldering the responsibility when you agreed you would lead Gojo Corporation together?
The thought gnaws at you, making it hard to turn away.
You sigh, torn between the exhaustion weighing you down and the guilt pushing you forward.
Finally, you decide itâs only right to offer your help, even if just to make sure heâs not taking on too much by himselfâand so, with renewed determination, you turn on your heel and quietly make your way back down the hall.
As you approach the door to the study, youâre about to knock when you hear his voice, low and serious, coming from inside. You pause, your hand hovering just inches from the wood, and listen.
âNo. Thatâs not an option. We canât afford any negative press right now, especially with everything thatâs happening.â
Satoruâs voice is firm, almost biting, a tone youâre not used to hearing from him. The usual warmth that so often laces his words is gone, stripped away and replaced by something colder, more calculating.
Thereâs a pause, and you can faintly hear the murmur of someone on the other end of the line, though their words are indistinct through the phone.
Whatever theyâre saying seems to only harden Satoruâs resolve.
âI donât care what it takes,â Satoru continues, his voice dropping lower, the words coming out with an icy sharpness that feels almost like a threat. âTake care of it. Make sure this stays under wraps. My image canât take a hit like that, not now.â
Your heart skips a beat, an uneasy feeling creeping up your spineâthe warmth of the moment you shared earlier evaporating in an instant.
He sounds differentâdistant, devoid of the tenderness youâve come to know⌠cold.
The man who just hours ago was patient and supportive, who made you feel safe and cared for, now seems like someone else entirelyâreplaced with this man who seems to care more about maintaining an image than anything else.
Whatever the voice on the other end of the phone says next makes Satoru sigh, a tired, almost frustrated sound.
You inch closer to the door, your breath shallow as you strain to hear more, but his voice drops lower, slipping into a tone thatâs more guarded, more secretive.
âYes, I know itâs not ideal, but itâs necessary,â Satoru says, his words clipped, as if heâs weighing each one carefully before letting it fall. âWe have to protect the Gojo name at all costs. And that includes⌠well, you know what it includes. Just handle it.â
You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest.
âŚwhat does that include? The vague words hang in the air and you feel a sharp stab of anxiety.
You feel a lump form in your throat as you back away from the door, the doubts youâd tried so hard to push aside earlier now crashing back with full force, overwhelming you.
What is he talking about? What could be so important that it needs to be kept under wraps at all costs?
Questions race through your mind, each one more unsettling than the last.
And what did he mean by âprotecting the Gojo nameâ? Is that all this is to himâjust a carefully crafted image that needs to be maintained, no matter the cost?
The thought stings, a sharp pain that cuts deeper the more you dwell on it.
You canât help but wonder, as you stand there in the dimly lit hallway, if youâll ever truly know where his priorities lie.
The man who once seemed so open, so transparent with you, now feels like a strangerâsomeone who might not be as trustworthy as youâd hoped.
Will he choose to protect you and Haru, or will he always put his image, his family name, first?
The doubt gnaws at you, growing with each passing second, until it feels like a weight you can barely carry.
You retreat further, your heart pounding in your chest, the sound of it almost drowning out the murmured conversation from the study.
The light at the end of the hallway seems so far away now, the warmth and safety youâd felt earlier slipping through your fingers like sand.
As you finally turn and make your way back to your bedroom, each step is heavier than the lastâa shadow cast on everything you thought you knew.
The warmth of the bed offers you little comfort as you slip under the covers, and your mind replays the conversation over and over again.
As much as you want to believe in him, in the connection you share, the seeds of doubt have been planted.
You're uncertain if you're ready for what's to comeâthe interview, the public scrutiny, or the complicated feelings that have begun to tangle between you and Satoru.
But throughout all this uncertainty, there is one thing that is without a doubt evident.
You still have a decision to make.
poor y/n can't catch a break...girl is going through it. man i cannot tell you how much i enjoyed writing the coffee shop scene with naoya though, idk it was just so satisfying to write, i literally despise naoya so much lol. and satoru being so clueless with haru 𼲠he sat there for two hours đ¤ he's such a goof. anyways, i really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and i hope you're ready for what's to come! thanks so much for reading 𼺠seriously, your comments make my day. much love đŤśđť â you are currently all caught upę¨
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LONG ask ahead, sorry T^T
*arrives in a hurry after 2-3 days* *slow, appreciative clap at the ted talk* sweetie, have you got any idea how much i adore hearing you ramble about the creation process??? seeing the whole love and dedication you hold for the odyssey makes my day! (and nooo, i'm totally not reading it again bc i want to have all of it in mind for tomorrow and bc it inspires me to no end hahaha what do you mean :) )
here comes yet another question: what kind of powers do you possess to write so beautifully. your writing literally punches me in the gut every single time, even the simplest of things!! it's hauntingly beautiful and i'm living for it!
(and another one) how did you find out how the odyssey was going to end?
also, it's rambling time because i've been thinking. (i do that sometimes.) each chapter title is a reference to a greek myth, and, in particular, odysseus' myth (no clue if i've written his name right, i've always knew him as "ulysse" in my mother tongue ^^;). and so my brain went: oooh nice, greek lore ^^ and then: yo wait. hold up. which brings me here: analysing the chapter titles. (bear with me please, and feel free to ignore my enthusiastic rambling/correct me if i'm wrong which i probs will)
so first, we have the prelude. david and calypso. while i'm sure david has his importance it's almost 1 am as i'm typing this so i'm going to focus on calypso. poor nymph is stuck in an island because of the will of gods for a reason i've forgotten. but here's the catch: while she cannot leave, others can come to her (good ol' odysseus for instance) until they leave her all alone again. and the cycle unfolds again and again. which brings us to a nice parallel with reader's situation at the beginnig. she, after all, is stuck on an island with no way out but stories. comes the dilf supreme toji aka an odysseus of sorts, until he leaves her. so she's alone again. calypso there illustrates a passive state of sorts. she cannot leave, or so she thinks: while she wants to, we don't see her try per se until sukuna comes in.
ah yes. sukunaâs arrival. chapter title: neptuneâs hands. Neptune, god of the seas, all powerful, also known as Poseidon absolutely terrifying if provoked â which is something Odysseus did! well, man is smart enough not to do it to his face. but he did stab a cyclope, which happened to be neptuneâs son. son who swore to a haughty Odysseus that heâd pay for it. in consequence: instead of going back to Ithaca without that much of trouble, Neptune goes: nope mate, and promptly sabotage his return (with a storm who leads his ship astray if my memory is correct). Neptune serves as a catalyst in here, to properly start the action. and it so happens to be sukunaâs role! he is, as well, the one who starts readerâs journey â well, odyssey in this case ;) â by making her this offer. plus, if we consider reader as being calypso, a nymph, and sukuna as being Neptune, a god, it shows their difference in power. sukuna is a fearsome curse, captain whose name is enough to strike fear in the cruellest pirate, who can and will kill reader should he get bored of her. reader is but a printerâs apprentice, so weak compared to him it hurts.
ah, yes. the narcissus pool aka siren gojo, aka me simping so hard for this man I might squirt with the mere mention of him. yes, siren gojo is that powerful, feel free to lure me in with them baby blues sweetie *blows him a kiss* hem. anyway. long story short, an oracle said: if narcissus sees his reflection, heâll die. people prevent him from seeing himself. ofc man is so handsome it hurts and has women and men alike running after him, including a nymph named echo. he rejects her. hera is somehow involved in the mess and makes it so that he stumbles upon a river and sees himself. entranced by his beauty, he desperately tries to reach himself and stays near the river until he dies. this one is a bit trickier (especially considering Iâm writing this as I go with no coherent preparation whatsoever but damn if Iâm not having fun). but. *proceeds to read it again* *sighs in âwhy the hell ainât siren!gojo real pls sir take meâ* anyway. itâs never mentioned in narcissusâ myth, but Iâm pretty sure he was tempted to look at himself. at least once, considering he could wonder why on earth all those people kept falling for his looks. (or he could be pretty dumb. letâs say he isnât) so heâs tempted by his own reflection. just like readerâs tempted to follow segsy siren gojo. he doesnât up until hera is involved and ends up seeing his reflection. he falls. not literally, but in love â with his own self. here itâs different (and the reason why iâm strugglingTM to gather coherent thoughts). gojo is the very embodiment of this temptation â so he acts as narcissusâ reflection here. heâs the one seducing reader, the one luring her until she falls in the waters, just like narcissus did. she didnât die though, unlike him. (thank you sukuna. I guess. yes I wouldâve given my life for gojo to consume me in both ways and??) now, this is very simp-tainted (sorry bout that ^^;) and the thing Iâve noticed is this: narcissus isnât a character in the og odyssey. could it be bc to my absolute despair, gojoâs not as much of an important character as sukuna and toji? only you know!
(the hades, psyche analysis comes in tomorrow *looks @ time* *sees it's 1 AM* well, later on! have a lovely night/day!)
- the LRE (who's very happy tumblr allowed her to do paragraph breaks/to have a pirate history book recommandation! thanks about that one btw, it'll come in handy for a ff of mine (yeah it involves pirate gojo))
wait this is so precious n thoughtful oh my gosh đ thoughts n vibes under the cut :â)Â
first of all THANK U!!!??? ur making me blush out here omg my hEART đÂ
as for ur first question, ur SO SWEET n IM LOSING IT bye i genuinely donât know i just scream and throw a bunch of commas and metaphors everywhere and somehow things happen đ i read a lot (english major vibes) and itâs very helpful because i tend to imitate writers/phrases/books that inspire me while i'm figuring out how i want to write !!Â
secondly: how did i figure out the ending of the odyssey??
answer: i think i just stumbled across this one đ i was brainstorming w my bestie (@/suedebunn) n she originally suggested a different version of the ending that i was like âoh waitâ and then i played with it for awhile until i arrived at the version i have now ! i want to tell u more about how i arrived from point A to point B and what the process was but i will withhold because i am not giving anything away >:)
onto ur TITLE ANALYSIS!! this is SPECTACULAR! ur pretty much on the nose for all of them god damn i donât have much to add :â) iâll give u some of my takes tho!!
david and calypso â ur absolutely on the nose for the calypso aspect; davidâs just a passing nod to the pirates of the caribbean portrayal of davy jones and the doomed relationship between him and calypso (mirroring the doomed relationship between toji and reader since he leaves them)Â
neptuneâs hands â yes! yeah! sexy! pirate sukuna is being compared to a sea god!! also a minor teaser but sukunaâs hands are important symbolically ;-)Â
narcissus pool â ur brain is so big here god damn 𤲠narcissus is more of a loose reference to the idea of pride/ temptation and also hollowness/mirages (the emptiness of a reflection versus the tangibility of the real thing) so itâs not immediately a reference to the odyssey itself or even the myth (i'm taking creative liberties bye homer) but probably the best entity to use when describing gojo â the dichotomy between pride/emptiness is a lot more apparent in part 5Â
gosh thank u sm for this!! excited to see what u have next!!!!!!
#THIS IS SO SWEET#THANK U??!?!!!?!>!#THANKS FOR NOTICING TITLE IMPORTANCE#UR A REAL ONE#OMG!!!#letters to adele#the odyssey!#LRE anon
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Hello!! I got back from the beach today :D Getting back home from a trip is a weird experience,, Its like getting plucked from a universe into another :p
(Okay but looking back at what I wrote this ask sounds kinda vent-y?? I hope that's okay TT)
ANYWAY if I have to be 100% honest I kinda feel like a poser?? You have such a nice way of speaking about the series that you like and the characters that you love and I kinda feel like I might be wasting your time in a way?? I keep thinking "How dare I share my thoughts on [redacted], and start nuanced conversations around it when I barely know a thing about it?" and then my answers end up being kinda meh (bc I haven't watched the anime/read the manga) and Ig that can be disappointing, ya know?? the way someone can't give back the same energy after talking about something that you love, (and something they've said they love as well). I think its unfair for you to read my "barely there" opinions on JJK/AOT/etc when I donât know much about it. But in a lighter note! I do enjoy hearing your opinions/thoughts, its clear that you hold a lot of love for the characters and stories, and hearing people talk about things they're passionate about is very nice! I like the idea of Sukuna and Kenjanku making a pact and thus Sukuna can't be that involved in his defeat! Its a very cool theory imo :D
I feel like Yaoi ships are exploited quite a bit, and tbh I have a dislike towards the use of them as a marketing tactic :/ I don't find anything inherently wrong with Yaoi ships, but sometimes there's fetishisation of mlm relationships (from fans and authors), and then the use of queer baiting to attract more readers. I don't know much about the ships in Haikyuu or bnha; one of my friends told me that Haikyuu is the anime with the most Yaoi fanart which fair, but I want to know if they actually counted it or saw the amount?? I wanna know how they reached that conclusion for certain TT STILL if you remember what pairings your friend told you about pls share!!
Also, apparently I need explicit romantic subtext to detect romantic chemistry between characters? bc otherwise everything looks/feels platonic to me...? I don't know why I'm unable to perceive romance unless the authors slaps me in the face with it :,)
I like it when characters are "oblivious" about how messy their situation is, and then little by little they start de-romanticising their reality. Its heartbreaking don't get me wrong, but I like the way most authors play around with that "trope".
The way character deaths hit so fucking hard, specially if you've been following their character journey from the start. It amazes me the way I get randomly sad bc I randomly remember a fictional death lol
IT WAS TERRIFYING BC I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF A WINDOW AND I WAS SCARED SOMEONE WAS GONNA SEE MY TAB (I managed to see the shower panel on Pinterest as well I think so...đ)
Gojo being the only survivor would suck imo. For some reason I kinda want him to die?? Don't get me wrong I love the guy but the idea of this "invincible" person that everyone put on a "god" pedestal (against his will, at least to my knowledge?) passing away is intriguing. I wanna see how the Jujutsu world reacts to that and the impact it has on society. The only one survivor trope is cruel. It makes me cry and I will take no criticism TT
I also meant to ask! When you mentioned the song that played during Geto's death scene, you meant in the movie, right? I haven't watched it yet TT where I'm from, movies arrive at least half a year after the original release, and that's only if they're "mainstream" so... I'll probably have to wait for a year and a half :,)
I checked the art for Berserk and I kinda enjoy it ngl, tho some panels triggered my trypophobia a bit, I think its neat.
OKAY SO
The whole cuss word is "la concha de tu madre". The literal translation of this is "your mom's p*ssy" BUT according to google it means "fuck you and your mom's p*ssy" which, fair translation I think? Its more like a cuss sentence tbh but the way its pronounced and written varies depending where you are. Where I live its mainly pronounced "la Concha Su Mare" and thus shortened to CSM
Yuzuru's skating compels me become a better version of myself. Every time I watch him skate I get a surge of motivation to do whatever lmfao. He won 4th place! It was amazing the way he climbed back to the top (he was in 1st place until Shoma Uno's turn to compete) considering he was in 8th bc of the hole on the ice! I know he's Yuzuru Hanyu, so its not that surprising but still awesome imo! :D
YESTERDAY'S EPISODE OF EUPHORIA WAS SO GOOD. I had to watch it on someone's twitch stream bc I didn't have access to hob :,)
Imma send you the link for the Toji Pinterest pic in other ask bc I think Tumblr deletes asks with links?? am I wrong?? I might be wrong but just in case :p
You're truly such a sweet person TT thanks for reading! (and for the reassurance in the last ask :,) things got a bit hard to handle as of recently)
I hope you have a good day/night! :D
- 𼳠anon
you can vent to me baby!
you're not a poser, don't ever even think that! i like talking about things i don't know much about too. i mean, i literally watched 4 episodes of euphoria and discuss the latest episodes with my friends lol. sorry if i made you feel like a poser :/ i just hyper fixate on shows a lot and just... have so many opinions on them lmaooo you're nowhere wasting my time, it's just a chat we're having! i know my opinions can often be... dominating? i guess? i kinda tend to try to be on the top, i try not to talk before knowing everything about something but that's just because of stuff that happened when i was younger that made me this way lol it's really okay. i love reading your thoughts on things too!
for the aot thing, we should probably leave that out of this classification since it's pretty controversial still lol i support the controversial idea. i used to debate about it on the snk wiki dc so i'm usually well prepared for it kwalmdksemwfkmds
exactly what i'm thinking!! if you ever watched any of cdawgva's videos (which i highly recommend), you can see that japan kinda sees yaoi/gays as some sort of marketing strategy, with yaoi cafes (connor made a great video about it) etc.
haikyuu is very much shipped cause the male friendships in there are so strong and healthy. i believe kuroo/kenma and tsukki/yamaguchi were supposed to be canon, she said it was officially stated by the mangaka but i didn't fact check it. it would make sense tho, i can definitely see the homoerotic aspects of their relationships. for bnha, i haven't watched it and i find the "bnha fans are so cringy!" thing kinda overused. its target demographic seems to be younger girls, tho definitely not dominated by them. herohei usually made short videos about them on twitter and yeah... it really has a toxic fanbase.
lmaoo yeah you kinda get used to it after a while. it's really confusing tho, how most of the ships just don't be openly canon. i mean, look at yuri and victor lmaoo my best friend and i debated on whether they kissed on that scene or not. japan, c'mon. don't tire us pls
oh, you mean eren's death? yeah </3 i can't look at previous seasons cause he looks so young and innocent... anyways moving on AHEM
i sometimes go on twitter on public transportation, when it's cramped up, with much taller people standing behind me and you know i follow the trash taste boys and my fucking god the amount of times they liked a lewd fanart/hentai panels and put them on my feed is un fucking countable
yeah i want him to die too. it would break my heart, but just like levi, seeing him live on with so much pain... i can't handle that
yeah from the movie. we don't have a release date either, we never used to get anime films on theaters before but i saw the sword art online and bnha movies a couple months before, so hoping to see jjk 0 too!! PLEASE! though i would watch the leaked version once it gets released in usa, then go and watch in in theaters with my friends. i will wear 0 make up, i will cry.
i saw so many leaked scenes from the movie and many japanese people explain the stuff from the film on twitter too. i believe there was a screening with the smell things? i forgot what they were called but turns out geto smells like sandalwood and incense and gojo smells like nothing <3 ngl i found a sandalwood perfume on zara and will run to smell him once i find time
oh i have trypophobia too lol i never found one with it! i find tha panels with griffith so pretty <3 junji ito made a manga purely to trigger trypophobia lol i just remembered that. i love junji ito so much, he makes every odd thing i'm scared of
OHH okay that makes sense lol we use abbreviations for cuss words here too. i thought it would be something like cum lol
aah you put me back in my yuzuru phase anon! literally. my feed is filled with him. i was so so angry how underscored he was this year. he couldn't land the jump for obviously external reasons but aced the rest of his routine! he didn't fall, he landed perfectly every other time. considering how he won gold with a fall and silver with 5 falls, he was extremely underscored this year. i watched a video about ice skating controversies, number 1 being yuzuru's underscored routine. he compared yuzuru's previous scores and this year's and the difference is like day and night. let me link it, it was so fun and informative!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dYDjY9iwXQ
he's really something else man. he skates inhumanly. he flows on ice like water and has the personality of a teddy bear. i love him so much, this year's scores broke my heart. he also defended the judges on his thesis, he said "the moves became so complex that the judges don't know how to score them" he's so adorable. i need to watch yuri on ice again since THEY ARE JUST NOT FUCKING RELEASING ANYTHING ABOUT THE MOVIE yes mappa i'm looking at you
i need to catch up with euphoria asap >.<
aww thanks! i love talking with you, you're so nice! take as much time as you need, take care of yourself! i'm always here <3
have a good one! (*/Ďďźź*)
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