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    He can’t really see amidst the sudden darkness, but he can somewhat trace out Sakura’s flustered, downcast gaze, just a mere breath away from his face. Suo’s palms rest carefully at the sides of the dual-colored boy’s head. A somewhat-delirious thought surfaces before he manages to push it down — it’s like he’s personally trapping Haruka in this confined space.

    The warmth of their bodies are pressed ridiculously close due to the proximity, and the fabric of their uniforms start to chafe against each other in a slightly uncomfortable manner.

    It’s then Suo (and Sakura, too) realizes that this locker is not built for two people to have an impromptu hangout inside.

     

    Now translated into Russian by the wonderful Yannjen!

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    04 Apr 2026

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    OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.
    SUO SLIPPING INTO HIS MOTHER'S TONGUE BECAUSE HIS LIBIDO IS OUT OF THE ROOF.

    I WISH ENGLISH HAD MORE CURSE WORDS I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I'M SHAKING WITH EXCITEMENT THIS IS SO FUCKING HOTKWJAHSIWHSHSIAABJ NGHHHH

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    “Suo-chan, you look like you’re about to commit murder.”
    Does he? Ah, he certainly feels a bit like it, though he’s half certain that the howling rage clawing at his soft insides would be pacified with serious maiming. But still, for him to be unsettled enough that his mask slipped in such a manner? It’s… unusual of him.
    But then again, Hayato’s come to accept that nothing that involves Sakura Haruka can ever be usual.

    In which Suo is a (jealous) mess in love, Sakura blushes a lot, and Nirei and Kiryu try their best to be supportive in their own ways.

    SuoSaku Week - Day 1: Jealousy/Confession/Party

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    28 Mar 2026

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    If I say I started salivating at some point because of how yummy the brief angst was, and I mean the writing, the pace, THE METAPHORS LIKE SUO'S HEART LITERALLY FALLING OFF HIS CHEST.

    It's too good and, at least for me, it was just so easy to take his pain for myself, THE YEARNING WAS KILLING ME

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    The girl has long black hair with a few strands out that frame her soft face, a school uniform he doesn’t recognize, and big, brown eyes. She’s bowing, holding out a nice gift bag decorated in pink and red. They can’t make out Suo’s reaction on account of being on his blind side, only able to see his usual enigmatic smile.

    “I wonder if she’s Suo-san’s type,” Nirei whispers, already flipping through his notebook. “She’s a very classic beauty, and he tends to have more traditional interests, so it’d make sense.”

    The words ‘classic’, and ‘traditional’ echo in Sakura’s ears a few times until they start to sound more like the word ‘normal’. Normal and beautiful. Suo’s type.

    Suo accepts the bag. They’re not close enough to hear his soft voice, but they do hear the girl’s.

    Please go out with me!

     

    “…Sakura-san? Where are you going?”

    He can’t do this.

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    25 Mar 2026

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    This Sakura characterization is so yummy and so on point that it's making me DIZZY FR. I wanna cry, it's like 2pm but I wanna CRY.

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    Sakura was beautiful. Suo knows that better than anyone. How he fights, so flexible and aggressive. His eyes, those mismatched eyes that remind him so much of gemstones. Shining and his glare is sharp.

    And how Sakura’s face becomes decorated in pink or red with simple praise, and genuine compliments.

    Of course he knows how good he is in red.

    Sakura’s fists clenching the blanket tightly, his legs spasming as Suo held them to his sides, how beautiful Sakura is–his back arching, tear stained cheeks and the cries for more.

    Sakura is like fruit. Suo wants to taste him, bite, lick, and suck. Sakura lets him. Only him.

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    25 Mar 2026

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    With all due respect. Holy shit. I wanna fuck this fic in every possible scenario and position BUT preferably missionary so I can keep looking at it again and again and again.
    Also tho, reading this while listening to Minnie's Blind Eyes Red is DEFINITELY a feeling, didn't know you could get this horny.

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    Damage control, the second-in-command in him says. He has to do damage control and break this weird air that has settled over them. But for whatever reason, his body refuses to move. He couldn’t even get a word out or muster one of his smiles to de-escalate the tension.

     

    Or: Suo gets injured, and Sakura gets overprotective... and a little more.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A SLEEPOVER LITERALLY EVERYONE AROUND ME IS SLEEPING AND I'M TREMBLING WITH HOW FUCKING EXCITED THIS MADE ME HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT SUBMISSIVE SUO I'M IN THE TRENCHESSSS