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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    Suguru doesn’t respond to that, just scoots a little closer and places a hand on Satoru’s waist. “You think Shoko’s coming in any time soon?”

    “Who cares,” Satoru breathes. “Just kiss me.”

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    Shoko thinks that dating bandmates is forbidden—too bad Satoru and his boyfriend aren’t the sneakiest.

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    26 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 15

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    “You’re joking,” Suguru says with a scoff. If Satoru could turn right now, he’d probably be looking at his boyfriend’s foot tapping against the floor. “Can you pause that and look at me when I’m talking to you.”

    “I can’t.”

    “Satoru!”

    “Oh my god!” Concentration broken, Satoru clenches his fist to turn around to face Suguru. “How many times do I have to tell you I can’t pause the fucking game!”

    Satoru has a goal to reach in ranked. They both get pissed off along the way (then kiss and make up.)

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    25 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 8

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    There's something else lacing the air tonight. Someone else. A familiar scent that lingers beneath the dust and the mold. He can't believe he didn't notice it before; the air hums with it, a steady thrum of power that buzzes beneath his skin, setting his teeth on edge. He can practically taste the sparks on his tongue.

    He closes the door and locks it behind him with a click. "Hello, Satoru. Come to kill me again?"

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    Satoru and Suguru have another one of their secret meetings. They just can't help themselves.

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    25 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 27

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    “We have a supply closet for a reason, Gojo-kun. Please make use of it.”

    Gojo clicked his tongue, placing his hands on Geto’s desk as he leaned closer, a slight pout on his face.

    “But Geto-sama,” Gojo started, his hand sliding across the desk towards the pen Geto had been holding in his hand before his writing came to a stop once the younger barged into his office. “Your pens are much nicer, be a kind soul and lend it to me? I promise I'll give it back.”

    His eyes couldn’t help but to look down at his lips, which were shiny with some obvious lip balm, making them look soft and perfect.

    He wondered what they would feel like.

    The spell was immediately broken by the smug look spreading across Gojo’s face, as if he noticed exactly how long Geto was staring. From there, he remembered that attached to this unfairly attractive face was one of the most self-conceited brats he has ever met.

    Geto straightened up, loosening his grip on the pen as he handed it over. “Let this be the last time, Gojo-kun.”

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    In short, Geto is just trying to work but the CEO's son has other ideas.

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    25 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 74

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    “What a gentleman,” Satoru says, eyeing Suguru’s fingers lingering on her dress strap. “Here I was hoping you would help me take it off.”

    “Not in the club,” Suguru says like a promise. Satoru deliberately moves so that her strap falls off her shoulder again. Suguru laughs, easy, and fixes it for her again. She looks at Satoru like she’s sizing her up. Satoru bites her tongue. “Please tell me you’re going to let me take you home and fuck you, Satoru,” Suguru says in a low voice. Satoru’s name rolls off her tongue so pretty, half a purr. “Dress on or off, I really don’t care.”

    “Well, that depends,” Satoru answers, trying to keep her composure. She plucks her cherry out of her drink and rests it against her lower lip, rolls it onto her tongue. Watches Suguru watch her.

    “Depends?” Suguru asks, hand sliding back to the small of Satoru’s back pulling her closer. Her fingers are almost possessive, the tips of them digging in, right at the top of Satoru’s ass. Satoru likes it. She likes it a lot.

    “Yeah, depends how many times you’re gonna make me come,” Satoru says, as casually as she can. She feels like a livewire.

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    23 Jul 2026