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    He takes a long drink of soda. Cold, sharp with carbonation. Satoru turns to look at him. He glows in the aggressive sun. White hair a halo around his head, making his dark glasses pop, large and strange on his face. Almost like an insect's eyes.

    “Can I try your soda?” Satoru asks.

    “We got the same kind.”

    Satoru tilts his head, licks his lips once, twice. “Nope. Pretty sure yours is different.”

    “Satoru, look.” Suguru holds up his can, points at Satoru’s. “They’re both Cola. We got them from the same rack.”

    Satoru’s face twists up in a look of displeasure. He picks up his own drink, takes a sip, licks his lips twice again and shakes his head. “Well I want to try yours.”

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    12 Jul 2026

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    this is so in character teenager coded i love

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    To Satoru’s absolute misfortune, he can’t even cope. He can’t even pretend there’s a slight margin that doesn’t matter when put side by side.

    There’s no comforting blur, no room for denial.

    He sees it clear as day: Suguru is a good few centimeters bigger.

    His curiosity is sated.

    Satoru absolutely hates the outcome.

    Or, Satoru is sure he has the biggest dick in Jujutsu High, only to discover that belief is nowhere near the truth.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    only they would be calling each other dude and man with each others dicks in their hands. so in character and funny, i loved it

  3. Public Bookmark 55

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    “Sorry- We don’t-“

    “No, just, can you,” God, this is so stupid. Satoru clears his throat, puts his own hand on his knee. “Just my hand, first, maybe?”

    This is, without a doubt, the most vulnerable Satoru has ever felt. He watches Suguru’s eyes soften with understanding, and he nods wordlessly.

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    (Or: Satoru lets infinity down.)

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    He moans, overwhelmed, and into the skin of his torso, Suguru mumbles “Tell me when to stop.”

    He says it like a plea, like he needs Satoru to keep him in line because he’s losing his own control.

    What a silly thought, that he’d be so undone just with Satoru’s skin— but he is, they both are, ridiculously desperate for something so ordinary and carnal they never noticed they weren’t immune to it.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    BROOO I CANT. 1000/10
    i love this premise and u did it so well. how did this fic have me contemplating my humanity and mortality while in the same breath had me reading the best smut ever like?

    Satoru remembers how horrible the curse felt, and how easily Suguru carried it, making tea in the kitchen like he could just live like that, with a monster in his gut. He remembers thinking that ought to be the strongest person he’d ever met.

    And so Satoru learned how to be young on the model of two other deeply odd teenagers, and he found it tasted like freedom anyway.

    "He was loud, louder, loved to coax out eye rolls and exasperated huffs. He orchestrated pranks, he made up elaborate dares, he lived for being treated like something with a soul." - That last part really gets me.

    He lived for being treated like someone with a soul. What an evocative, impactful quote. It feels so intimate, almost graphic; i'm strugging to come up with the right words to describe it. I can't stop reading it and admiring your writing and mind

    He stares up at his ceiling and drags his own hand absently over odd spots on his body and it doesn't feel like much, by himself, but if he imagines it's Suguru, blemishing the porcelain behind his thighs, he gets so dizzy it's easier to fall asleep.

    On their couch in their common room in this lonely dorm in a school with just five students, he finds just that much is enough to make him feel like something that breathes and bleeds."

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    Is that Yuuji's hoodie?

    Fushiguro inhales a sharp breath, steels himself, and turns back to meet Gojo’s expectant expression. Is that a smirk on his face-

    Uh, yeah. Fushiguro continues as gracefully as he possibly can even though he wants to implode. He, uh, asked me to mend it. There’s a… hole. From the last mission. Yeah.

    ...Where's the hole?

    Fushiguro walks over. There, he points.

    Gojo lifts his head. He feels Gojo's gaze piercing through his stupid blindfold.

    Megumi. He says, slowly. Those are the pockets.

    Alternatively: Megumi tries (key word, tries) to hide Itadori after he sleeps over. Gojo has no mercy.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    funny

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    At a house party, Shoko thinks it'd be funny to dare the two students who hate each other the most to kiss: Gojo Satoru and Getou Seguru. Neither finds this funny, but hey, they're not ones to back down.

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    26 Jun 2026