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Akechi starts noticing things about Ren Amamiya the way he notes the exits of a room. Automatically. Just in case.
Then a coat fits wrong. A glove sits loose. A silence asks nothing and somehow gets everything. The inventory accumulates in small, specific pieces until Akechi runs out of architecture to hide behind.
He tells himself one more week.
It doesn't take the whole week.Bookmarked by Sa_am
21 Mar 2026
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All things considered, Akira's birthday could have been worse.
It also could have been better.
Akechi pulling up in the middle of the night on a motorcycle definitely makes things a little better.Bookmarked by Sa_am
21 Mar 2026
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aeipathy
n. an enduring and consuming passion or an unyielding, inveterate diseaseAkira Kurusu is fragile.
He is glass, so easy to break. Everyone thinks he is strong, a substance like obsidian. He is worshipped like a diamond, at least among his so-called friends. He is their deity. Found homage in his words and prospers.
But in reality, he's glass. He will break at any word of appreciation. So fickle, so precious, but so easily breakable.
or, Akechi stalks Akira and shit happens
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21 Mar 2026
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Come and kiss me, pretty baby (Like we'll never have sex) by LustForLif3
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
06 Jan 2026
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Zanka didn't understand why he left his window open. He knew what snuck in each night and he knew what could happen If he let it continue, yet the familiar creek echoed in the plain room. The body that laid against his was so warm and gentle It almost made him forget why he was so wary in the first place.
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Jabber sneaks in through Zanka's window at HQ every night and cuddles him, and Zanka isn't sure whether to impale him with Lovely Assistaff or hold him closer.
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16 Mar 2026
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“Ah,” Pure Vanilla said softly, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. “You found it.”
Shadow Milk narrowed his eyes. “You left it.”
“I did.”
He floated closer, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “So this is your new thing now? Ambushing me with gross colored paper?”
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Pure Vanilla leaves little notes for Shadow Milk around the castle. He can't handle it.
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08 Mar 2026

