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banjjakz · 4 months

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notes: geto/mc NOT endgame; non-con/sexual assault/rape of MC via geto; non-consensual spiritual pacts (lol)

➡ Call for help.

Geto crams himself inside your mouth, just to hear you moan in distress as he fucks into the thick, syrupy, wet despair at the back of your throat. If it weren’t too much to bear already, he plugs your running nose shut with two black-painted, unforgiving fingers. Until he releases his hold, your body is starved of oxygen, slated to subsist off of nothing more than his throbbing cock, his sloppy precum, and your own acidic bile.

No matter how hard you dig your nails into his dark denim-clad thighs, he refuses to relent, sparing your esophagus of the ongoing onslaught only when he teeters too close to the edge. He’s savoring this, you realize, horrified. He’s getting off on your exploitation, your fear.

This time, when tears spring to your eyes, it isn’t out of pure biological shock – as the shroud of dissociation unfurls itself to reveal your harrowing circumstances, a real and true wail of terror flies forth from your lips along with the icky mess of sex and violence that drips out, too, like black blood oozing from a fatal wound.

Your true oshi, Yuuta, would never do this to you… all you’d wanted was to catch a glimpse of him, to personally thank him for his efforts over the years, to validate his status as a beloved, successful idol. Your intentions had been so pure. How did it end up like this? Why was this happening to you? How could your tireless fan-labor over the past several years be rewarded with assault, careless indulgence, and sadism?

Sure, your relationship with Yuuta might be entirely parasocial in nature. Sure, you’ve never had a face-to-face interaction with him.

But he’s read your letters. He knows your username. He smiles upon your well wishes. Perhaps the fervor of starstruck adrenaline manipulates your common sense and higher reasoning skills, but, when you’re swept up in the neon, fluorescent sea of other dedicated fans with their slogan banners and Cyalume light sticks, it’s almost as though Yuuta’s eyes return to you, over and over and over again, throughout each song, during each break, with every ment section, and always during the final bow – almost as though he is wishing you, specifically, a most heartfelt thanks and good night.

These sentiments swirl within you, solidifying as a solid conviction to do something crazy, something unthinkable, something so far-fetched you must wonder if it will only serve to exacerbate the already dire situation from which you find yourself struggling to escape with your dignity and life intact.

Desperate times, and all that.

“Yuuta!”

Geto’s face falls through the floorboards. Attractive features twisting into ugly fury, he hurries to cover your mouth, to stuff you full once more with his immobilizing arousal, but a burst of hope animates your struggle and you avoid his attempted suppression, whipping your head to the side to shout out one last time: “Yuu-chan!!”

You don’t really know what you expect to happen. After all, who would Yuuta be willing to believe in this compromising position: his bandmate, alongside whom he has performed countless times, and rehearsed for countless hours; or a fan, who has been caught traversing in a restricted area that she was not supposed to be privy to, anyhow?

Soon enough, your questions are answered swiftly and decisively.

One moment, the man above you is making frantic movements to silence and subdue your cries for help; and the next, you suddenly find yourself on the opposite side of the corridor, hoisted over a meter into the air.

From this distance, Geto is no longer the all-powerful, imposing figure who had forced you to your knees and penetrated your mouth with little care for consent or decency. Now, he stands apart from you as a regular man – one with a certain element of trepidation lingering on his frame, if his wary eyes and shifting feet have anything to say.

You’re grateful to be rescued from his clutches once and for all...but how… who…?

No. It couldn’t be.

Almost fearfully, you chance a look upward, so that you might gaze upon the image of your savior.

What peers down at you is a sight you would never in a million years have hoped to encounter outside of your dreams.

Okkotsu Yuuta, bassist of the infamous underground idol group, ShinShow, your oshi of many seasons, and quite possibly the love of your life, holds you firmly in his large, capable hands, looking down at you with an impossibly familiar fondness and ill-concealed relief.

“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers, just for your ears, “after all this time.”

Huh?

“You did the right thing by calling for me,” continues Yuuta, hoisting you up higher in his grip until you’re perched on his hip while he secures you with nothing more than one arm looped firmly underneath your backside. Your hands fly up to wind around his neck, fingers intertwining where the soft down of his unkept black shag feathers from obsidian softness to the pallid, sickly pale at the nape of his knobby neck. It doesn’t even take that much pressure against the flesh to feel the knobs of his spine. His skeleton cries out for attention, from the way his hip bone interjects in between the ball-and-socket of your pelvis, to the almost painfully secure insistence brought about by his protective (pointy) elbow underneath your plush under-thigh.

“Heheh, sorry, man! Thought she was up for grabs.”

Jesus, you’d almost forgotten Geto was still there, you were so enraptured by Yuuta’s calming oasis of a presence. At the sound of his voice, your head whips over to the offender, and you don’t know whether to feel dismayed or furious at his overly casual countenance. The cruel, sadistic man from mere moments before now stands with one hand jammed into a pocket with the other scratching at the back of his head. His eyes flutter shut, once more, restored back to their characteristic half-lidded state of perpetual serenity. Gone is the hard glint of malice that cut into you like a blade, leeching you of any and all hope or desire to live. It’s as though a switch has been flicked. It’s terrifying.

Uncontrollably, you shiver. From nerves or the stale dregs of your arousal, you cannot precisely discern.

You can’t see Yuuta’s face from this angle, but his voice resembles nothing from Geto’s easygoing tone. “I must have been remiss in my efforts to have given you that impression.”

“I mean, she came onto me. Wasn’t your fault. Happens to the best of us.”

Immediately, you protest Geto’s outlandish claims, shaking your head and tightening your already white-knuckled grip on the back of Yuuta’s oversized jumper.

“Not true,” you try to shout, but it leaves you instead as a hoarse whimper. Oh. “Was—was looking for you, Yuuta, promise. Went to your room…Got scared and lost. Then, he found me…”

“I see,” says Yuuta, speaking again in that low, quiet voice. The effect it has on you is the same as those twelve-hour calming frequency videos you play to fall asleep at night. Like simmering butter, you melt, powerless in the wake of powers far beyond your physical constitution. “Thank you for telling me. Can you close your eyes and cover your ears? You don’t need to see or hear this.”

Unquestioningly, you obey. When has Yuuta ever given you reason to doubt his trust, his loyalty?

With your primary senses of perception effectively dulled, all you are able to register is the slight jostling of your body as Yuuta’s own surges forward; the deep vibrations of his chest as he is presumably speaking with Geto; a couple of sharp movements that threaten your stability in his arms; and then, finally, a change in light and temperature. When Yuuta gently taps your forehead to signal that the worst is over, you hesitantly open your eyes, blinking back tears of light sensitivity and relief.

You find yourself in a room all at once unfamiliar and quite familiar. You’ve never been here, and yet, you immediately know where you are upon first glance. The sparse interior décor, the scattered scraps of black and white clothing, the array of misshapen, self-made erasers across the modest vanity, and next to them – the sight of several unsealed envelopes, all containing letters with your handwriting, laid out in chronological order, from the first piece of correspondence you’d ever chanced in sending to him to the most recent profession of your unwavering support and desire.

“I never travel without them,” he says, jolting you from your reverie. “They come with me to every show, every tour, every schedule, every shoot, every filming.”

What to say to this? What could you possibly offer him, other than the overwhelmingly huge sob that eclipses any form of a coherent response?

There’s too much that has transpired within the past two hours for you to properly and adequately process. You decide, instead, to accept everything at face value. There is no other alternative, not in this moment. You’d rather go back to Geto – you would rather die than question the forces above that have led you into Yuuta’s arms.

He accepts your tears in stride, extending his body ever-so-slightly to reach for an article that he then drapes over your quaking shoulders, your shivering limbs. When you blink back to the real world, you find that he’s adorned you with a peculiar black blanket – one with a strange, off-putting pattern of wide-open, bright blue eyes. They stare back at you in clinical analysis. You can’t help but to feel observed by the inanimate (?) object.

“Thank you,” says Yuuta, drawing your wandering gaze back to his lovely features now pinched with integrity, with concern, with intention, “for loving me. You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

“There’s no other choice for me,” you rush to answer, fingers coming up to claw at the distressed collar of his worn sweater. “It’s always been you. I couldn’t choose anyone else…that’s why…when he…when…”

Yuuta shushes you, mercifully. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ve taken care of it. You’re safe now. He won’t ever touch you again.”

His phrasing makes your eyes widen with trepidation. “What did you…?” You can’t even finish the thought.

“Nothing that he didn’t deserve. He knew the consequences of touching something that didn’t belong to him – all the rest of them should know as much, for that matter.”

“The rest…?”

To wrap your head around what he implies is a somewhat heretical notion to your poor brain, which is predisposed to perennial self-deprecation. There’s no way…

“You’re a very special human—fan.” Yuuta quickly corrects himself, but the utterance has already left his lips. “You are one of a kind and quite coveted. I’m very lucky to have won you over when I did. I will always treasure you. I will always want to keep you safe. Will you let me?”

“How could I not?” You demure, entirely entranced by his fanficul words. It’s like one of your favorite reader-insert narratives has materialized into your lived reality and wholly absorbed you in the fabric of its far-fetched, fictional fantasy.

Excited by your easy willingness, he draws your faces closer together, such that you are able to ascertain the unique quality of his mysterious, inviting dark eyes. They are not black, as you’d previously thought, but rather, an indescribable color that commands your attention, sucks in your assessment, compels you not to look away, never look away, until you’re able to figure out just what, indeed, lies within those irises; you fear the true answer may never come to you. You find that you are content to gaze into his murky depths anyways.

“Do you promise? Would you make a Vow with me?”

The way he says it sounds like something much more significant than a mere promise to let him guard you – and yet, perhaps this agreement is that significant to him. Immeasurable charmed by the prospect, you are the one who now draws closer, bumping noses with your oshi, your savior, the love of your life, as you impress upon his chapped lips an affirmation of your all-consuming dedication:

“I Vow to be bound to you,” you whisper, the words finding you as naturally as rainfall navigates to the earth’s waiting, fertile soil. “There is nothing I want more in this world… I’m so happy…” A passionate kiss seals the promise, one that tastes like sweat and salt and tears.

You do not yet realize what this Vow entails. You are not yet aware of the permanent proximity to Okkotsu Yuuta that you will be subjected to from this point forward. You have no way of knowing that you have just forfeited all autonomy or claim to live as a regular mortal for the rest of your days.

In this moment, all that comes to mind is the euphoric happiness of being wholly accepted and embraced by Yuuta. Matters such as your personal safety and security are now governed by a being outside of yourself – one who has proven himself worthy of such trust and confidence. You don’t need to worry about anything else.

Does anything else really matter, in the end?

[MAY YOU REST IN PEACE.]

> try again

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yutaleks · 2 months

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NEW USERNAME OMG

FOR NOW LOLOL I’ll change it back when yuuta makes it out of jjk252 (WHICH. HE WILL.)

#ϟ asking aleksandria

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koishiro · 8 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰͡⠀ . ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ミ★ ☽ ͡꒱

୨ৎ﹒ find information on taglists / requests below

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: ᴏᴘᴇɴ .ᐟ‪‪‬

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𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬?

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Join Koi’s taglist to be alerted for upcoming works!

Request to join taglist by commenting under this post with your username and character works you would be interested in! (E.g): koishiro, gojo/geto hcs

𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫?

Requests will be done on a first-come first-serve basis. Naturally, in order to submit a request, you will require some basic information of the work intended such as au’s, character, prompt, reaction, etc. Being more specific about the work you’re requesting will allow me to write a more cohesive piece in response to said request!

(E.g): I’d like to request Gojo reacting to [prompt]

Naturally, requests will only be done when the request status is OPEN. If you choose to send a request when the status is CLOSED, it will be ignored until requests are re-opened (and then naturally, I’ll get to you soon!) requests are completed in about 1-2 weeks notice depending on how busy I am.

USE ASK BOX TO SEND REQUESTS

𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑶’𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻’𝑺

YES!

jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuuta, inumaki, itadori, megumi)

jjk women (nobara, maki, miwa, utahime, mai, shoko)

bllk boys (isagi, rin, nagi, sei, reo, chigiri, niko, bachira)

csm men (aki, yoshida, denji, kishibe, angel devil)

csm women (makima, himeno, power)

fruits basket (kyo, hatori, shigure, yuki, hatsuharu, ayame)

tokyo ghoul men (kaneki, hideyoshi, kishou, nishiki, sasaki, yomo)

tokyo ghoul women (touka kirishima)

haikyuu!! (osamu, astumu, hinata)

bnha (bakugo, tamaki, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, dabi, shigaraki, aizawa)

genshin (diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, itto, kaveh, childe, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, dainsleif)

ateez (san, mingi, yeosang, wooyoung, hongjoong, yunho, jongho, seonghwa)

bts (jungkook, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, namjoon, jin, hoseok)

got7 (jackson wang, jay b, bambam, mark, yugyeom, jinyoung, young-jae)

monsta x (wonho, shownu, I.M, kihyun, hyungwon, minhyuk, joohoney)

fluff, comfort, au’s, prompts, etc. (I don’t write angst)

drabbles, hcs, oneshots, smut

share your thoughts in the ask box! I’m happy to elaborate on them even if not in formatted writing!

I really like learning new things so if I’m not familiar with the anime / game / kpop band, I will research into it but keep in mind it may take more time.

I do try and be as vast as I can with my posts ranging from anime to video games to kpop so I will accept any fandom requests as long as it keeps to my [rules].

I write for any gender and any pronouns! If you want a certain gender or pronoun please add that into your request otherwise I’ll keep to fem readers.

WARNING: my works do and/or will consist of some alcohol consumption, implied sex, detailed smut, substance usage, arguing, aggressive behaviour, suggestive content, making out, etc. my account is 18+, please be aware of this when reading! Works that do include any of the above will have warnings beforehand!

DONT’S!

no descriptive nsfw or anything suggestive for characters that are underaged (e.g: yuuta, nobara, inumaki, maki, itadori, miwa, megumi, mai) I will age these characters up if so

heavy topics like eds, depression, suicide, death, etc.

no oc/name inserts, works are entirely reader inserts.

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#*:･ﾟ✮ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔

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prpfs · 3 months

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🏁 hi !! 18F here looking to roleplay some oc x canon things. im about semi lit to lit and i would like to play as the oc. im open to ccxcc as well depending on the pairing and nsfw content too (with characters aged up). im really into yandere and some 🕊. looking for a partner (18+) to play any of:

jujutsu kaisen: yuuta, toji, hakari, higuruma, gojo

chainsaw man: denji, aki, beam

thank you! please like this and i will send my discord username your way :)

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#ocxcc rp #oc rp #oc roleplay #jujutsu kaisen rp #chainsaw man rp #discord rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

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anzumari · 4 months

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Im challenging myself to draw the VN boys

HOLY SHIT DID I DRINK SOMETHING TO GET POSSESED IN MAKING A MISTAKE 😭😭😭 I MENTIONED THE WRONG FANDOM/SERIES

Forgive me if i keep mentioning you @codemiracle I just love giving fanart

Dr.Kuro and Seth r done

Yuuta, Yotsuya, and Totsuya will come eventually, i need my hands to rest omg..

Making moments and interactions for the MC and the LI's in a comedic way is now my hobby since the game is focusing on deep stuff, i still love the series though! I just wanna make cute interactions using em :D

I name my MC Anzu like my user since the MC can be my self insert but i will try to make them bland as possible and not become a Mary Sue, I use my username so incase some1 steals my artwork 😭

My MC doesn't usually talk and just keep the dialogue in there thoughts!

#art #i forgot to post this #delusional #im so delusional #therapy #genshin rots my brain #i forgot to put tags #I love crying

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missingn000 · 2 years

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hey! haven’t been on tumblr in a hot minute but there is no way i’d be scared of the word count. i’ve been subscribed to tpg on ao3 since the beginning of this year and let me tell it’s one of the highlights of my day. when i get the notif drop down on my screen i see your username and the title and regardless of seeing the wc i am OVERJOYED. is it terrible of me to say i’m loving your story and your universe and the characters more than in actual canon 😅😂 lol! but yeah please never worry about your execution, your writing is phenomenal and the fact that you write so much is an added bonus!!! hope you’re recovering and you start seeing yourself less drained. reminder that you’re just as amazing as your work ✨

;___; IM LITERALLY SOOO...wow. this message is so wonderful!!! i feel so relieved after receiving your reassuring words and support. and omg, i'm honored you like tpg more than canon xD rewatching the jjk0 movie made me realize how much i love yuuta & getou found family instead of...yknow. the murder thing!

i'm feeling much better, especially after such encouragement. thank you so much for this!!!

#yall are seriously the best #tpg

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ironicxblue · 1 year

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❤️ chibskimuses & awesomeuchuu?

@chibskimuses

Chibiiiii. I love Chibi, and we have some great conversations OOC. She's definitely someone i can randomly message, and i love that. Plus, she's willing to join in AU shenanigans with me, so that's always fun. I'm gonna wanna rope her into a ton of AUs in the future oops.

I love rping with her, especially her Leo, obviously. Some of my fave threads are definitely with her version of him. And 100% I love her Ritsu too- especially Cheshire Cat Ritsu - but every character I've been interacting with has been fun too. I'm especially curious about her Wonderland Nazunyan as i love him already and think he could definitely add some interest... But, obviously, I hope we rp a lot more in the future and continue to have many awesome threads.

@awesomeuchuu

Gottis is as awesome as her name, haha. I love Gottis, though, and again, we've had some great OOC convos. If I can bring up books with someone, it's ALWAYS a good time. Plus, we've both been rping for a long ass time so though she is still older, there's some solidarity there XD.

She's someone else with a lot of characters, and though I obviously love Leo best - I'm sorry I'm biased XD - I do enjoy writing with her other characters too. Whether it's fighting with Eichi or the odd friendship with Yuuta, it's great. But i do also have to shout out that some of her headcanons are very good so i will continue to send anons harrassing her characters about things when asked but i'm also excited to see how her changes to Leo affect his relationship with Izumi. Plus, her Wonderland AU characters could be a lot of fun too hee~

Send me ❤️ + and a username and I'll say something about them

#I'm just here to gush about my friends okay XD #revealing my true face / ooc

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noxcomnia-a · 2 years

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Minecraft username for my muses. It’s important to me (UPDATED NOW)

owen: wolvesbound faust: cursemaker snow: noscomnia shylock: blessedrink heathcliff: settingsunshine riquet: divinelight mitile: southernpride murr: moonbound chloe: queenscrown oz: coolestdadever (arthur named his account) happy: happiesthappy theodore: teddybear jocelyn: witchofroses luka: dragonwhisperer gale: swandance talia: tba cordelia: tba julian: tba rene: tba ritsu: slumberborne leo: composing♪tune tsukasa: knighthearted anzu: belovedproducer (someone else named her account) natsume: magic★spark rei: lunareaped aira: heartsloved subaru: shiningstar mayoi: abyssviewed hiyori: princesshiyori yuuta: 2wink★star kaoru: summerwind

#( sleeping angel ) out of character;#important to me

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okkotsui · 9 months

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hi! i love your works and your username? how did you create it? and who is your next oneshot update?

hello! my username is inspired by yuuta! i sometimes pronounce it with an 'i' on the end so it ends up like okkotsui when i pronounce his name as okkotsu yuuta. and my next update will be a gojo smut that i haven't even finished yet lmao or another gojo fluff with angst! thank you for the message, noonie! see you around~ 🫶🏻

#ღ. curiouser and curiouser.#jujustu kaisen #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta okkotsu #gojo satoru #satoru gojo

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banjjakz · 4 months

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➡ Enter.

You can’t believe your luck! It’s almost as though your meeting with Yuuta is predestined, written in the same part of the universe where soulmates’ bonds are begotten.

Light, airy untouchability graces your eager footsteps as you cross the threshold and gingerly crack the door behind you, taking care to leave it just as you’d discovered it. Inside, the modest space is dimly lit by a dingy lamp resting on the floor, in a far corner. For as skeevy of a venue as this building is, Yuuta has kept his quarters remarkably – even charmingly –tidy. A spare change of clothes is neatly folded in an unassuming stack on top of the scratched, scuffed vanity. The wood is worn, with many a year of unquiet treatment displayed plain as day on its ragged surface. The mirror, cloudy and warped, shows you a winking mirage of your own image, staring back at you with twisted mirth, as though your alternate ego has materialized to extend a rather sadistic congratulations.

Before you can get too enthralled with your own reflection, a muted commotion behind you grabs your attention. In queasy shock, you pivot fast as quicksilver, whirling to confront the sudden intruder. However, no amount of anticipation could possibly prepare you for the awaiting sight:

Long, slim legs clad in baggy leather skinnies, tapering up into an oversized white jumper, distressed at the edges and literally falling apart at the seams -- the hem of which bares entirely too much collarbone for anyone’s safety. The bones jut out from thin, pallid flesh like poorly concealed blades. If all this weren’t enough to kick your heart into overdrive, your gaze is helpless but to follow the natural line of ascension and take in the somber, downturned twist of those pouty lips, chapped and cracked from perpetual assault; the raised bridge of his handsome nose, graced with the finest dusting of freckles upon closer review; and those eyes – endlessly expansive and morosely misty, like a cemetery. Are they blue? Or, are they grey? Maybe black, perhaps? Much like a tombstone, it’s hard to tell just what color it is, after all the rot and decay and years of compounded mourning.

Many normal individuals might be disturbed at the sight of this man, who ambles into the space like a walking corpse. But you, however, have never been normal. Instead of fear, or trepidation, a sick sort of glee commandeers your pulse, hammering it hard against your twitching limbs, your rushing blood stream.

“Yuuta,” you breathe, voice reaching your ears from some distant, far away place. “Yuuta-san…”

Objectively, from his perspective, this situation must be quite odd. Although you are well assured that would recognize your online username and distinct handwriting, Yuuta has never seen your face before. You are quite cautious with how much personally identifying information you allow to slip into your digital footprint. As such, you are expecting emotions such as alarm, or even anger, to mar his beautiful features into a contortion of rage; instead, Yuuta simply tilts his head to the side, gentle and inquisitive, his dangling jewelry announcing the movement with whimsical, jangling notes.

Not unkindly, Yuuta speaks up: “What are you doing here?”

What do you do?

➡ Lie.

➡ Tell the truth.

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