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    Though with all of the planning and formulating, the perfecting and order— some things are bound to get screwed up. Zanka just didn’t know it came in the shape of one single person.

     

    Or, the one college au where Jabber wrecks Zanka's life by existing and looking pretty.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    Spoilers for Gachiakuta Manga!

    “Whoda thought rage baitin’ you outta that well would mean finding the perfect sadist for myself?”

    “Don’t call me that.”

    “Stop denying the truth. It’s just us—and it ain’t like I’m gonna judge ya, man.”

    Enjin isn’t the reason Zanka crawls out of that well he’d dropped himself into. A pain loving freak is.

    Or, a what if scenario where Jabber finds Zanka first, and how it changes them both.

     

    Edit: Russian translation for this fic is now available, done by gienamnogolikaya! Thank you for offering to translate <3

    - https://ficbook.net/readfic/019aa86d-f236-7cae-a2eb-0fcec3c7f053

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    25 Jun 2026

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    “Goka!” Zanka hisses, eyes wide as he tugs on his brother’s sleeve and subtly points at the group, “Goka, who are those people?” The awe in his voice is clear.
    They pass each other, Zanka leaning his head behind Goka to continue staring.  

    Quickly, Goka grabs Zanka’s arm that holds his sleeve and pulls him forward.  

    “Ouch!” He cries. The sudden movement had hurt his shoulder. “Goka-” 

    “Those people,” Goka interrupts, voice suddenly clipped, “are Cleaners. The Hell Guard works with them sometimes. But you should avoid ‘em as much as possible.”  

    “Okay.” Zanka accepts easily. If Goka says someone is no good, he’s usually right.

    “They’re sick in the head.” Goka grits out.  

    Or, Zanka grows up wondering.

    Or, or, my completely self indugent fic where I make Zanka into a trans girl because I think she has something going on. Something something, repression, something something, Givers as a metaphor for queer awakening. 

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    18 Jun 2026

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    Zanka has failures and hurts stacked up high, like poorly-filled crates in constant disarray he just can't line up right. It's disappointing. He's disappointing. But eventually, maybe he won't be, if he keeps trying.

    If trying's all he can do.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    “Hey, Indou!” someone from midfield shouted, laughing between breaths. “Careful—Tsujinaka’s takin’ pictures of ya like he’s in love or somethin’!”

    “Shut up,” Hikaru snapped, voice sharp. “Yoshiki ain’t gay.”

    “Damn bro, calm down,” someone muttered. “Didn’t know you were his bodyguard.”

    “Maybe he’s got you whipped,” another chimed. They erupted in laughter again.

    Hikaru kicked the ball hard. Too hard. It smacked into the fence with a metallic clang that made a few heads jerk up.

    “Knock that shit off,” Hikaru barked, shoving past a teammate. “I said he ain’t gay. Don’t fucking talk about him like that.”

    One wrong reaction shatters everything between them, leaving Hikaru wrestling with a fear he can’t name and Yoshiki trying to pretend he doesn't exist. What follows is a slow, aching unravel: avoidance, regret, the steady realization that losing Yoshiki hurts more than anything Hikaru was trying to protect himself from.

    A short, four-chapter "what if" story about bad timing, teenage feelings, and the clumsy way boys learn what it means to be truly honest with each other and themselves.

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    05 Apr 2026