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Okkotsu Yuuta has always been good. For all his life, that’s what he was called, at least– a good baby, a good student, a good son. He’s been told by family members, teachers, and even strangers he stopped to help on the street that he’ll make a good husband someday. He’s spent his life being so good, that he’s not really sure what bad looks like.
Inumaki Toge is a whole other fucking story.
Inumaki is bad. A total rebel. The type of bad that barely asks for forgiveness and couldn’t care less about permission, the type of bad that looks the part: punk rock, black leather, and metal piercings. The mischievous glint in his eyes, shining like crystal above his mask, is too alluring for good boys to resist. And so, by osmosis, they start to flirt with being bad, too.
And Okkotsu Yuuta thinks it’s what he’s been missing all his life.
(Or: In their second year of university, two half-broken boys take the long way around to each other, and stumble a lot as they go.)
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19 Aug 2026
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“Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.
Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”
That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?
“Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”
Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.
“All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”
Satoru did not believe him.
Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.
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22 Apr 2026
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all the things you do to me, i don't care if you're using me by sargeantwoof for harryclifford
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
08 Apr 2026
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“The thing is,” Ilya says, conversationally, as if he doesn't have fucking Shane Hollander grinding into his touch, as if he doesn't have a hand on his—Luca's sure of it—perfect fucking cock, “you have not been subtle, Haasy.”
It takes Luca a moment to understand just what the hell Ilya's talking about, before he moans, low in his throat, humiliation sweeping across his body. It's not that he thought he had been actually subtle, but he hadn't expected this, of all places, to be where they confronted him. Not with Ilya's hand worming its way into Shane's pants, the soft blue of his briefs a flash color amongst the pale glow of his skin and the dark drape of his clothes.
OR: The Cens have won the Stanley Cup. Luca's been voted Hollanov's MVP.
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- Part 21 of heated rivalry masterlist
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09 Apr 2026
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Osamu,
There’s something so intimate about loving someone in secret. It’s fascinating how I can love you without letting you know. Not because I’m afraid, not because I’m waiting for something in return, but because I just want to love you. To breathe. To exist. To love you easily. There’s no grand reason, no sudden beginning. It’s simply there, the way I breathe without thinking, the way I exist without trying.
I love you like that. Quietly. Naturally. Without demand or conclusion. Like breathing. Like existing. Easy.
Rintarou.
Or Suna grows up with the Miya twins and writes secret love letters for Osamu.
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- Part 5 of snos propaganda
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17 Nov 2025
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“Atsumu,” he murmurs and his face isn’t cold or bored or annoyed – his lips are slightly parted, the brows knit together and his eyes– he looks at Atsumu like he’s hungry, starving even, for him.
“Omi,” Atsumu sighs and grinds down, burning heat coiling low in his core.
Atsumu jerks awake, panting. He blinks, blearily, into the cool darkness of his room. He’s sweating, the faded Inarizaki shirt he’s been too sentimental to throw away for years sticking to his back, sweat pooling at his temples, in his hair.
He runs a distraught hand over his face. “Fuckin’ shit.” he breathes into the dark.
Or
Atsumu and Kiyoomi, on how not to be fuckbuddies.
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- Part 1 of idiocy and its consequences
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16 Nov 2025