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    Why would he want to settle down? Why bother having to worry about possible pups at home or his bonded omega back at camp while he was out hunting?
    It sounded painfully dull.

    Satoru can’t stop thinking about the rival tribe’s omega. Sure, he stole his hunt and held a spear to his throat. So what?

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    15 May 2026

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    “So what do you do for money, then, Su-gu-ru? Do you offer mass murder bonuses? Catering services? Do you sell your nudes?”

    “Hardly that.” Suguru scoffs. He rolls his eyes. “My nudes are not something people can afford to buy. ”

    “Hmmm, I could afford them.” Satoru shoots back with a grin. “I'm rich enough to buy your nudes.”

    Suguru levels him with a look, and there’s about half a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

    “Do you wanna buy my nudes, Satoru?”

     

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    A story in which Satoru ends up funding Suguru's Cult activities by buying his overprices nudes and personalized nsfw otome CDs.

    It's also a character study in whether or not someone can be a genocidal mass-murder and a tsundere at the same time.

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    26 Aug 2025

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    One time, Suguru thought about killing himself and ended up calling Satoru to say goodbye, but Satoru was in a League game and before Suguru was able to get a word in, he said:

     

     

     

    “Suguru I love you, but I'm getting ganked by 3 losers, let me finish and I'm yours”

     

     

     

    Satoru put him on speaker and then proceeded to spend the next half hour throwing some of the most creative insults known to man at random League players while getting two pentakills and somehow, by the time it ended, Suguru was laughing so hard he forgot he was thinking about offing himself afterwards. It had been more effective than the staged interventions his mom and dad pulled when he was living at home.

    In Which Suguru self-medicates by sleeping around, Satoru's a weird anti-social NEET and Nanami bakes. There's swordfighting and maybe some dinosaur trivia.

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    05 Aug 2025

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    Suguru Geto is the middle son of a powerful Yakuza family — the shadow heir, the fixer, the monster people fear in Tokyo’s underworld. He doesn’t do softness. He doesn’t do trust.

    Then enters Satoru Gojo who isn’t a distraction—he’s a disruption. Bright, careless, and disarmingly gentle, he upends Suguru’s carefully ordered world. Now Suguru has to decide what’s more dangerous: letting Satoru in, or trying to live without him.

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    18 Jul 2025

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    A dark, hooded figure emerged from the dense snowstorm, growing far too tall as it approached. You shuffled back weakly in the bloodstained snow and winced as you jostled the trap clamped on your boot.

    “What is this?” the man’s voice rumbled, muffled behind his mask. “You are…not what I expected to catch today.” He crouched and cupped your cheek reverently, as if you were a tiny creature whose delicate bones would snap at a too-rough touch.

    You flinched at first — but he was warm, so warm.

    “You are very far from home, aren’t you, Kleines Häschen?” he mused, honeyed words drawn out slowly as you relaxed into his palm. “Come, let me tend to your wound. Rest by my fire, just for a little while.”

    The man scooped you up from the snow, unresisting. Sleep whispered sweet temptation as you were cradled to his chest, lulled by the blood loss and his steady steps. You gave in to the beckoning darkness, and allowed your heavy lids to close, like he said—

    just for a little while.

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    29 Jun 2025