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    He watches, almost in slow motion, as the stupid, most haunting pair of amber eyes look behind Shoko, focusing on him.

    The worst part is how Satoru tracks every minuscule crinkle of his eye. How he watches recognition fill his gaze, watches the muscles in his brows relax as his gaze softens. Watches for signs, tells, that he’d recognize, and horribly, finds them.

    Watches, maybe in horror, a soft smile come across the features that he still sometimes sees when he’s been staring at the backs of his eyelids for too long.

    “This is my friend from uni,-“ Shoko, oblivious, starts, and Suguru interrupts her.

    “Satoru.”

    //

    “…I don’t think I should let you back into my life.” Satoru mumbles, a little sleepier, after some time.

    “…I understand.” Suguru whispers, not letting go, as if he’s savoring every second Satoru is going to let him have like this.

    “I think I will anyway.” Satoru whispers back.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    🏆 SatoSugu Hall of Fame ( Peak Contender )

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    who is dat in da back
    5 star michelin meal

    okohs
    sorry theyre closing today no more

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    fym i said who dat in da back

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    Or, Satoru opens Shoko's story and pays the price.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    Geto Suguru has done some wild shit for a dollar. He's worked crappy jobs, he's endured awful bosses, but this might be the craziest yet. How hard could it be to be a sugar baby for some pretty boy with a couple million followers online and enough money to run a small nation?

    Very hard, apparently. And it's not just Gojo's high-maintenance behavior that's hard on Suguru. (no pun intended)

    Neither man has done this before, but it's a good thing they are both experts at pretending like they know what they're doing. And accidentally falling for each other isn't exactly what they had in mind.

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    27 Oct 2025

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    A GeGo Fanfic inspired by the Game No I am not Human. This WILL include Spoilers for the Game.

    In a world slowly collapsing under violent solar events, life as it once was has been turned on its head. What remains of humanity clings to routine, to shelter, to whatever scraps of normalcy the planet hasn’t yet burned away.

    Suguru Geto, exhausted, isolated, and the reluctant caretaker of a house that seems to attract problems, has the misfortune of crossing paths with wandering Guests seeking refuge.

    And now, as the world rots outside his windows and bodies appear wherever Visitors drift, Suguru realizes none of them are leaving. Worse, one particular Visitor seems attached to him. In more ways than he can understand.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    “Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.

    Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”

    That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?

    “Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”

    Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.

    “All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”

    Satoru did not believe him.

    Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.

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    01 Jul 2026