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    It irked Zoro that upon meeting him, a whirlwind of limbs, blue eyes and a cigarette dangling from his cocky smile, something in his gut flip-flopped, instead of the usual, clear feeling he usually got when he met men, like a natural yes/no answer. Obviously, the lovesick fool greatly admired women, ceaselessly shouting his love for them at any opportunity. But he had met many a man like that who still sought to warm his bed- and Sanji was... well, Sanji . His simple existence riled Zoro up like no other. And why does it matter to him what the shitty cook’s preferences are anyways?

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    Zoro secretely learns French to understand Sanji. Because that’s obviously the easiest way to learn if the cook likes men.

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    “We have a problem.” Satoru announces, slamming into Suguru’s studio two days later. He feels guilty. Like so so guilty.

    “That so?” Suguru asks from his bed, lounging in a pair of sweats, his shirt hiked up. He scratches at his happy trail and glances over at Satoru. His demeanor changes instantly at whatever he sees on Satoru’s face. He swings his feet off his low bed, sitting up and leaning forward. “Satoru, what’s wrong?”

    Satoru situates himself on the bed next to Suguru, crossing his legs and sitting so they’re facing each other. He meets Suguru’s eyes and cannot speak. Totally blank brain. Suguru touches his knee gently, probably about to say something helpful and kind like take your time or whatever you need.

    For some reason, Satoru panics.

    “I can’t come.” He announces, much louder than he needs to. “Unless I’m thinking about you.”

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    "Oh my god— you're actually sick. Do you get boners with all your other victims, or am I just special?"

    "Say that again."

    "...Nevermind." Gojo continued to breathe out there on the floor, recollecting himself, while repeating what he just saw over and over again in his mind. An advertisement on the T.V. played in the background, a feminine voice inaudible.

    "Want me to have sex with you?" 

    Or, maybe Gojo's just lost his mind when he willingly fucks a serial killer and then ends up becoming his son's tutor, who: 1. Definitely knows his dad murders people, and 2. Doesn't care one bit. Good thing they at least share one thing in common, because Gojo's becoming a permanent resident at their apartment without even realizing it himself.

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    18 Jul 2025

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    The guy holds a finger up at Yuuta and it’s gently menacing, the way he waves it in Yuuta’s face, the way his eyes say stay still without him having to say anything at all. When he seems certain Yuuta isn’t going to move, he redirects his attention to his phone and types furiously. Yuuta vaguely notices his thin gold rings, the fact that a few of the guy’s nails are painted black, scraped up like he uses his hands a lot and hadn’t bothered to repaint them.

    Then the guy shoves his phone in Yuuta’s face.

    Yuuta goes a little cross-eyed trying to see it. He puts his hand on the guy’s wrist to steady the phone and pull it away from his face so he can actually see whatever he is being shown. Yuuta realizes, once his fingers connect around the guy's slim wrist, overlapping a little, that touching him like this is pretty forward of Yuuta– but also this dude is shoving a phone in his face, so maybe it’s fine.

    The phone is open to the notes app and says:

    i’m mute. i literally can’t talk pretty much at all. stop running away from me, asshole. why are you so freaky fast?

    “Uh.” Yuuta says.

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    20 Feb 2025

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    “You say that like you’re old.”

    Satoru snorts. “I am old.”

    “What, like thirty?”

    Satoru can’t help but pout, even as he glares across the table. “First of all, fuck you,” he snaps, much to Geto’s amusement. “Second - sure, give or take seven years.”

    Geto does the math, lifting an eyebrow. “You’re thirty-seven?”

    Satoru props his chin up on his hand, batting his eyelashes. “I know, I know,” he says. “I look very good for my age.”

    “You look really good, period,” Geto replies, and oh -

    Satoru’s face lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.

    Or, 37 year-old omega Satoru Gojo is convinced he’s missed his chance at love. His ship has fucking sailed.

    But 26 year-old alpha Suguru Geto thinks he’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, and sets out to prove him wrong.

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