Hannibal Lecter is so back… come on Season 4

There was absolutely NO REASON for these caresses.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who was tall with a bunch of tattoos, he had a menacing look that looked like he should be doing illegal stuff and not have a medical degree.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who thought it was absolutely adorable how you came in because your boobs were sore.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who enjoyed your blushing teary face that was embarrassed and in a bit of pain as he prodded at your sore tit.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who realized your nipples started to perk as he massaged your boobs trying to make them feel better. He didn't want a sweet girl in pain!

♡ — Gojo is drunk and he misses you. He doesn’t seem to understand that you are sitting right in front of him.

“. . . and sh-she’s so talented and pretty . . . my pretty girl . . . you gotta meet her.” SATORU GOJO cocked his head to the side, grinning; his flushed cheeks and ears were a deep shade of red.

The tall man’s legs were outstretched. He was slumped over the arm of your couch, and though he looked like he was on the brink of falling asleep, he continued to ramble on, on, and on.

“Who’s pretty?” You questioned your drunk boyfriend with worry, folding your arms across your chest.

“My girl . . . my baby . . . she’s so . . . I love her. I’m in love. I miss her. I need her.” Satoru’s grin fell into a frown.

"what's your favourite part of me? physically," kento asked in the midst of your dinner, causing you to slightly choke on your food out of shock.

"what?"

"what's your favourite body part? something that you absolutely love?" kento asked again, now getting more serious.

"what's with the weird questions ken?" you asked as you copied his previous actions, setting down your utensils.

"gojo talked about how everyone fawns over his freakishly blue eyes, so it made me wonder what do you fawn over?" kento was deep in thought at this point. "it's not that serious, i am just curious."

"well, your height? your figu-"

"be honest love. i know that isn't it," kento raised his brow.

"well..." you were ashamed of the real answer. a blush quickly crept up your face as kento's eyes never left you. "i like your...hands."

"i knew it," kento let out a small smile.

"what?!" shock was an understatement to kento's reveal.

"well, i've seen you stare at my hands for an uncomfortably long amount of time, so i just guessed," he shrugged as he continued eating dinner once more.

"i don't stare that much. plus, your hands are just pretty, they are very attractive," you couldn't stop rambling, to try to defend yourself somehow.

"it's fine. i think it's cute. who knew that my love would have a hand kink?"

well, safe to say. kento used that knowledge a little too well.

cw: yandere! suguru. bullying. omegaverse.

thinking about bully alpha! suguru and nerd omega! reader and how he uses his pheromones to torment you.

you were a cute little thing, suguru couldn't help but think. your head was always in your books, never paying attention to anything else but your studies. it was pathetic. honestly, you were asking to be bullied, suguru thought.

and so that's what he does. before you know it, he's following you like a dog nipping at your heels and showering you from head to toe with his pheromones.

it's awful, you think. your legs grow weak with pleasure, body quivering and eyes glazing over as you try to walk towards your locker despite your slick pooling in your panties, making all the more harder to walk.

and you know suguru can smell it too. your pheromones, sweet like candy, and your slick too. he knows for a fact that you'll taste like the juiciest fruit, ripe and ready for him to sink his teeth into.

his dick twitches to life at that thought.

"suguru, p-please," your squeak breaks him out of his lustful haze, dark purple eyes clapping onto you slumped form that's braced against the lockers. "please, stop."

a wolfish smirk breaks out onto his face and he leans closer instead, drawing out another whimper from your lips as your body instinctively twitches with pleasure, "and why would i do that, darling?"

before you could respond, your knees buckle and suguru swoops in, a strong arm wrapping around your waist to steady you.

"aw, you can't even stand straight, can you?" suguru patronisingly coos against your hairline as he takes a deep breath of your scent, his dick now painfully hard in his slacks.

the other students in the hallway are, of course, aware of what is happening, but suguru's reputation precedes himself. after all, no one goes against a dominant alpha.

"c'mon, darling," suguru purrs, lips brushing along the shell of your ear as he picks you up in his arms easily, holding you against his stronger frame. "let's get you into bed, hmm?"

remembering i can’t actually be in a throuple with hannibal and will

steal my girl — gojo satoru

synopsis. the time gojo and megumi decided to crash your date.

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo roping megumi into his loser activities, timeskips, tw sappy

notes. this drabble has been rotting in my brain for over a year. finally wrote it!

“I’m going on a date.”

It only took five simple words from you to make the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer drop to his knees. For the first time in his life, Gojo could swear he was experiencing shortness of breath. And was it just him, or were the walls closing in?

“What?” The word leaves his mouth like a demand rather than a question. He’s trying so hard not to overreact, but your overjoyed face makes it nearly impossible not to succumb to the ugly green monster clawing at his insides.

“Well,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re not the only one that pulls.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gojo mutters under his breath, eye twitching. Don’t you know how hard he works to deter any suitors vying for your attention when the two of you are out? He’s practically a rabid dog growling at anyone who so much as breathes in your direction.

Hell, even Shoko once mentioned to him something about being a “registered pervert” at most establishments you frequent together.

 Not his finest moments.

chapter 15: the remix

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Alien and a Cannibal

Hannibal Lecter x venom!plus size reader

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whenever i hear the line "fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life. you fuckin' these hoes, i'm fuckin' my wife" i always think of domesticated toji. so protective of his little family. so turned on by his pretty wife. nothing else even comes close.

he pities the acquaintances he's made in his line of work— never committing to one person and constantly giving him shit for not doing the same. they have no idea what they're missing.

he stops for groceries on the way home most nights. more often than not, he has to grab the extra diaper bag from his backseat and use the baby wipes to clean his bloody hands. he's not the type to bring you flowers, but he always picks up a drink or sweet he knows you like.

a boy on the playground makes your little girl cry and it's "oh you think that's funny? get over here you little punk. i'll show you funny—"

he doesn't understand why you're dragging him (and gumi, who's cracking his knuckles and following along) in the other direction while rambling apologies to the boy and his parents.

really though, he couldn't ask for more from life. not with everything you've given him. and certainly not when he buries himself in you every night, your knees pressed to your chest while you beg him for another baby.

abel gideon's BOMBASTIC side eye during will and hannibal's conversation in 1x11 is so fucking funny

he's like "damn this is weird even for me. i wanna see where this goes though"

megumi was maaaad at you.

what for? who knows. he seems like a walking ball of grumpiness. sugar, spice, and absolutely nothing nice.

well, no, he was mad at you for a reason. you embarrassed him. not intentionally, though.. but it made him mad.

see, he was going to give you a kiss on the cheek before he headed off for a mission. but you dodged him.

he just stared at you while you walked away to talk to kugisaki and itadori, completely baffled by the fact you dodged his kiss AND had the audacity to ignore him. was he a ghost or something? did he die before he even went to the mission?

“what the..” he mumbled to himself, looking down at his hands to make sure he was real. yep. he definitely was alive. maybe he looked stupid right now, but you never dodged his kisses! infact, you’d pull him close to keep him close to you! so why’d you completely ignore him like he was nothing?

did he make you mad? no.. that can’t be. he texted you good morning when he woke up, he brought you some chocolates eariler that afternoon, gave you a hug and kiss.. what was he missing?

nothing. it’s just you didn’t see him. he has no clue how, but you didn’t. you didn’t mean to dodge his kiss. hell, you didn’t even know he was giving you one!

so now he was sulking. sitting on his bed, back facing you, a grumpy frown on his lips, knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the wall like the world was against him. as if nobody loved him. he was being a tooootal baby.

“megumi..” you whispered, crawling closer behind him as he sulked like a toddler on his bed, refusing to respond to you or look at you. “‘gumi, why won’t you talk to meee?”

silence. he gave you a quick glare in the corner of his eye before immediately looking away, staring back at the wall like he was the loneliest person in the world.

“megumi, look at me, baby,” you sighed, but still, no response left him. not a ‘okay’, not a nod, not even a small hum. just pure silence.

eventually he let out a noise, but it was just a grunt. him pushing your hands away from his shoulders, causing another sigh to leave your lips, sitting on the back of your knees, staring at his back.

“megumi, you know i didn’t mean to dodge your kiss eariler. i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were giving me one,” you tried to explain, but he still didn’t give in. it’s like he thought you were lying just to cover up the fact you humiliated him in front of his friends!

after minutes of awkward, weird silence, you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your chin atop of his head, fingers coming up to play with his face. squish his cheeks, poke his nose, pull on his lips, anything to get a reaction out of him.

“stop..” he finally spoke up, a small, unpleasant murmur leaving his lips (that were currently being pulled by your fingers).

“so you finally wanna talk to me? finally,” you chuckled, pulling your fingers away from his face, respecting his boundaries. you press a soft kiss on top of his head, his hair tickling your nose.

“are you still mad at me, ‘gumi? i told you i’m sorry.”

“yes, i’m mad. very,” he grumbled, avoiding eye contact even though you were looming behind him, trying to get his attention.

a sigh left your lips once he responded like that. usually when the kiss and face playing didn’t get to him, that means he was definitely mad.

so what did you do when he was mad like this? well.. bother him more. but sweetly.

you tackled him from behind, laying all your body weight on his back as he let out a grunt from the sudden movement, an irritated groan escaping the back of his throat. although, he didn’t fight it. maybe he saw it coming.

“megssss.. forgive me. i’m sorryyy,” you whined in his ear, keeping your weight pressed against his back, blowing his hair with your breath.

“get off of me.. you’re so heavy,” he grumbled, his voice being slightly muffled by his pillow.

“wow, i’m trying to get you to forgive me and you call me fat? maybe i should be the angry one here,” you dramatically mumbled, a small giggle escaping your lips, which gave your fake act away.

“yeah, yeah.. you know i didn’t mean it like that,” he huffed, easily pushing himself up with you on his back. the sudden movement caught you off guard and you immediately held onto him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck. you looked like a monkey clinging to his back.

“megumiii.. i’m so sorryyy.. please forgive me, i love youuu..” you dramatically sighed, pressing a soft kiss on the back of his neck that made the tips of his ears flush up. you definitely caught that.

“c’mon, ‘gumi. you can’t stay mad at me foreverrrr. look at your ears, they’re all pink!” you teased, flicking the top of his ear lightly as if you were trying to prove a point.

“well, i am. you embarrassed me,” he pouted slightly, refusing to look at you.

you sighed and got off his back, your back landing on the soft mattress before leaning back up, crawling around him where you were finally facing him, seeing the grumpy expression on his face. your hands came up to cup his cheeks, his stubbornness not getting in the way this time and letting you hold his face.

“‘gumi, i’m sorry. i won’t do it again. how about we watch a movie and cuddle?” you smiled, your thumb subconsciously rubbing his cheek, making them flush up slightly. but of course, he’d eventually give in. he loooved his sweet girlfriend.

“fine,” he mumbled reluctantly, a sigh leaving his lips as his hands moved up to rest on yours, looking you in the eye. “..sorry. i didn’t mean to get so mad.”

“aw, megs. don’t apologize. i understand why you were mad. let’s just cuddle and watch a movie, forget about this whole situation. it’s not something worth arguing over,” you smiled. god, you were always so sweet, and he loved it. he loved how understanding and patient you were with him. it made him feel seen. made him feel respected for once.

“that sounds nice, i like it.” a smile flashed across his face as he leaned in, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying on top of you, his face resting on your shoulder.

a chuckle left your lips as your fingers went to his hair by instinct, your fingers twirling and tangling with his messy black locs, your soft lips pressing atop his forehead. “cuddle and movie, or just cuddle?”

“…cuddle.”

“cuddle it is.”

safe to say you and megumi rarely ever got into arguments, because they never led to anything good, and this was your best solution.

cuddles!

my greatest pride.

TW: semi-illegal adoption (?), mentions of child selling, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of other disorders like Diogenes syndrome and sociopath, mentions of murder. My first language is not English.

So enjoy.

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A few years ago Hannibal was on a hunt, his target was a social service worker he had met at a charity event.

There were rumors about this woman taking children and selling them to powerful people. But Hannibal wasn't interested in that.

He just wanted to enjoy a big feast from this woman.

It wasn't hard to find her at a 24 hour store and it wasn't hard to invite her to a "dinner" at his house either. The woman looked nervous but she accepted.

No one could deny the charm and charisma of Dr. Lecter.

He killed her easily, the less the animal suffered, the softer the meat was.

The next step was to eliminate evidence.

He arrived at the woman's house, erased and eliminated all evidence that the two of them met. Until he heard a noise in the attic. Hanibal prepared his scalpel, ready to kill whoever tried to interrupt one of his perfect crimes.

He slowly climbed up to the attic and saw you. Dirty, unkempt and scared.

You were only 3 or 4 years old. You trembled when he approached and put a hand in your hair.

You reminded him of Misha. You were so adorable that his cold heart could feel after a long time.

–"come here little swan"– he said as he approached you and picked you up.

You were so light and the way your little hands grabbed his plastic suit made him completely fall in love.

Hannibal took you to his house, bathed you and dressed you in one of his best t-shirts – tomorrow he would buy clothes for you and in your size – he also prepared a nice dinner for you. A nice pumpkin soup with cheese was the best idea, it was very cold. He didn't make dessert since he had read an article recently about how children from 0-5 years old shouldn't try sweets.

When he finished helping you eat he washed the dishes and carried you. He thought it would be a good idea for you to sleep next to him. You were a little girl and you had just come out of a traumatic event.

He carried you while he saw what book he could read to you. He noticed that you grabbed one and smiled

–"what a cute thing."– he smiled when he saw that you grabbed the book 'Hell', one of the trilogy of 'The Divine Comedy'.

Hannibal read it to you, you probably wouldn't understand the difficult words in the book, but you fell asleep when he barely finished the first song.

He closed the book. And he helped you sleep on your side, he did his best to make you comfortable and well covered.

He got out of bed and checked the file he had grabbed from the house of the deceased social worker.

You came from troubled parents, your father was an alcoholic and your mother had Diogenes syndrome. You were malnourished and curled up in a pile of cardboard when the police found you. They had arrived because one of the neighbors had reported the large accumulation of trash in the snow.

They were going to take you to an orphanage But apparently the social worker was going to sell you and that's why you didn't make it to the orphanage where they placed you.

It didn't matter.

Hannibal took care of you and taught you for years, he knew you weren't like normal children.

Maybe because you spent more than 2 months in a dirty attic when you were 4 years old, maybe because he spoiled you too much. Or maybe it was just because you were a smart girl.

But when you were 8 was where he saw the first sign. He accompanied you to the park and one of the kids you were playing with fell off one of the playground equipment and screamed in pain, possibly breaking his leg.

You looked at him and then turned around to find another kid to play with.

You acted so cold and unsympathetic for a few seconds and then smiled again when you found another group of kids to play with.

Hannibal watched your reaction with great interest. It wasn't so much the lack of empathy that caught his attention (he had noticed before that you weren't like other kids) but the ease with which you changed from a blank expression to a radiant smile when you found a new playgroup. That mask of normality you had built up at such a young age fascinated him.

After making sure the injured child got help and diverting any unwanted attention, he approached you.

–"Little swan, come here."– His voice was soft, enveloping, like the sound of a delicately played violin.

You ran to him with the same energy as any other little girl happy to see her father. He lifted you into his arms and, as he settled you on his lap, his dark eyes analyzed yours. They were bright, innocent at first glance, but he saw beyond that.

–"Didn't you worry about the boy?"– he asked, his tone neutral, inquisitive.

You tilted your head, as if his question made no sense.

–"It wasn't my problem"– you said naturally.

Hannibal felt a strange satisfaction listening to you. He stroked your hair carefully, almost proudly.

–"Of course it wasn't."– he confirmed, approving your answer.

From that day on, he began to observe you more closely. He taught you more precisely, making sure to polish what he saw as a diamond in the rough.

By the time you were ten, you had already read more books on philosophy and psychology than most adults. You could recite whole verses from The Divine Comedy and discuss Dostoevsky's moral dilemmas effortlessly.

But what Hannibal was most proud of was your ability to adapt. At school, you played at being a common girl, sweet and polite. Teachers adored you, children sought you out. But at home, in the safety of his presence, you let your mask fall.

You didn't hide anything from him, Hannibal had raised you with respect and some form of "love." You respected him, trusted him, and loved him.

–"My dear. Do you have something to tell me?"

Hannibal held up a piece of cloth where you had kept the stuffed body of the colorful bird that one of Hannibal's "lovers" had given you.

–"I've seen several taxidermy videos and researched a lot on the subject"– you replied.

–"And that brings us to..."– he raised his eyebrow, intrigued to know your motives.

–"You're touching your Father's Day gift."

He was silent for a few seconds and then gave you back the dead animal, wondering what he would do now with the empty cage.

Hannibal and you talked every day, it was no secret to you where the meat you ate came from, so it was no secret to him either, your impulsive thoughts and the little (no) empathy you had.

When you turned 17 you wanted to surprise Hannibal, you had been accepted into one of the best universities in Europe, but you knew that was partly thanks to the reputation of 'Dr. Lecter'.

You wanted to surprise your father.

Hannibal noticed that you were different, you hid something from him and that scared him.

But he decided to give you your space, Hannibal was always on your side and you on his, you were a duo, father and daughter.

You couldn't just leave him like that.

He looked down on one of the teachers who made your life miserable and treated you badly.

It wouldn't matter if the chemistry teacher disappeared a quarter before you graduated, right?

But when he went hunting he didn't find him, the jerk was nowhere to be found, not at home, nor did he teach at school again.

But one night after dinner you smiled at him when he asked about his birthday present.

That cute smile you had, so adorable that only you possessed.

–"You'll see, you'll like it."

Then on his birthday you insisted that he go with you to the forest.

You were driving and turned on loud music, you didn't want him to hear what was in the trunk of the car.

–"Happy birthday, father!"– you smiled after showing him what you had saved for him.

It was the man Hannibal wanted to kill, this man was tied up and gagged. Still alive.

Oh wow. As smart as a lynx.

–"I could tell you were following him and I wanted to make a piece for you. I want you to see the process."– you smiled excitedly as you put on a plastic suit similar to the one your father wore and a hairnet.

It may have taken you two or three hours, but you did it.

You created beautiful art with that man. You changed his limbs into branches, you tore out his eyes and then put daisies in their sockets.

It seemed like someone had been planning this for weeks.

You were so clean, so spectacular.

And you still had that cute smile that melted the cannibal's heart. That sweet smile that reminded him of when you gave him the first drawing you made a week after he legally adopted you.

When you were done you took out the heart and put it in a cooler, you already had all the ingredients for today's dinner.

Hannibal was never as proud as he was until now. He took one last look at your art before he got back into the car.

The FBI would definitely have a lot of work tomorrow.

He felt so happy, he had a great daughter. He felt happy, happy that he had killed several social workers who wanted to refuse to give him custody of you. Happy that he had eliminated the school psychologists who discovered your little secret.

Happy that despite everything he did for you, it was confirmed that you would do it for him too.

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having a conversation with satoru while you’re both on your lunch break. you’re making jokes and going over useless gossip, his eyes fixed on you behind his blindfold.

suddenly you pause, sending a small, knowing smile his way. “my eyes are up here, satoru.” you say simply, looking back down at your food to hide the way you were trying your best to stifle a snort at his sudden silence.

your efforts to hide your laughter were useless when he leaned over the table with his brows raised.

“how’d you know?” you’re practically clutching your stomach with how intense your laughter had gotten at this point. the urgency behind his words was so genuine.

to this day satoru remains convinced that you have a secret cursed technique he doesn’t know about. you make no efforts to convince him otherwise.

Gojo Satoru is a womanizer, and he proudly holds that title and flaunts it. 

He isn’t a fratboy or something like that, that man hates many people and is usually seen with Geto around the campus. 

He’s rich and handsome too, that’s why it’s so easy for him. 

He has a type, blonde. So if you’re blonde he’s probably planning to fuck you or fucked you already. 

There’s this one woman who he plans to be his next target. She’s not blonde (or if you’re blonde), a woman with huge glasses that didn’t let people see her eyes at all. 

“Are you sure?” Geto said when Gojo mentions that “it’s not your usual go to, she’s also probably ugly under that glasses” 

Gojo chuckled “it’s just one night” 

You’re quiet, probably didn’t have many friends. Always with that chunky theory book. It’s not attractive in the slightest. 

But he has a feeling that you’re freaky underneath all that (or maybe it’s just wishful thinking) 

He went to you confidently “let’s have a one night stand” he said. 

You stare at him, and he wonders what you look like under those stupid glasses. 

“Fine” you said to him “but I have my own condition” 

So he didn’t expect himself to be blindfolded in his own house,and eating out your pussy. He shudders as his senses are heightened now that he can’t see anything. 

“Good boy” you cooed as he slurps your pussy, moaning “don’t stop baby” 

Gojo never knew he had a praise kink, it didn’t help that you’re pulling on his hair. He never feels this good. And you tasted so sweet. 

“Mmmh…” he mewls as he tasted your juices, eyes rolling back from being treated like this. 

You ride him on his bed while he’s blindfolded. He shudders as you keep on going, he feels overstimulated but he also can’t stop. He moans, feeling too good as your pussy squelches as you ride his huge cock. 

Imagine his horror when he wakes up and you’re not there. He’s the one who said that this is just a one-night stand after all. But he can’t have that. 

It’s the next day and you saw him outside your house when you’re going to college, with his beloved car. 

He grins “need a ride?” 

You sighed, knowing it’s going to be like this for a while.

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Where Suguru Geto is a Man who has lived around all women<3

Geto Suguru, who has mastered the art of being one of your "Girlie-Pops" - it is his every-day routine now, and Suguru Geto makes sure to live through all different personas of being your “girlie-pop”, huge believer of go big or go home.

There is the usual Gossip-Girly, every night Suguru plops beside you, acting as your personal pillow while you go on one of your typical tangents - and he knows all his cues. At every bated pause he’ll gasp and at every undulated twist he’ll throw in a - “oh no, she didn’t” or a little, “that bitch”. The gossip girl never disappoints, nor forgets - you can pick up any story from anywhere and he’ll just flow along, often even adding his own comments and/or facts from his research.

The second most-spotted is the The Mom, a key feature to the days when you skip breakfasts (that he meticulously made) or come home hours later than expected. The Mom never lets any detail skip, throwing in little jabs while taking care of you at the same time - he makes sure you’re rested and living in full guilt for making him worry for you. Dramatic muttering under his breath, such as while he works in the kitchen are NOT off the table.

There is always space in Suguru’s week to pull-off a little "The Fangirl" for your sake. These could range from simple pick-me-up moments to just a midnight-spur-off-the-moment thing. Suguru will sing through each one of your favourite songs along with you (and get most lyrics wrong, sometimes purposefully to tease you) - at the top of his lungs. He will stay up with you till however long if your favourite band was announcing something new, or to get tickets, or just to watch a marathon of youtube videos about whatsoever pleased you.

Although Suguru may seem like a totally chill guy on surface, somehow he stresses almost as much as you during your exams, with you - giving rise to The Nerd. The first time he pulled out his glasses and messy bun, and pulled out the look better than you, you were offended. But, he does try his best. Flashcards? He’ll even decorate them all pretty, questionnaires? He’ll come up with games to help you get  eased with them, he will wake you up at whatever ungodly time you beg him to, and sit with you through revisions, with all his drowsy might. And best of all, he will confuse you if you try and get help from him with a subject regarding science because poor baby struggles with basic addition </3 (he does call Satoru for the help though)

However right after your exams are over, Biker Bae takes over and he gets wild (The Mom inside him does not approve), but he will take you on long drives on his bike - he will get you drunk because he finds your babbling adorable and he believes you need all the escape from stress you can get, this Suguru does not care. He will break rules, he will urge you to do the same.

Sometimes, a wild Sassy Susan is also spotted in the wild, especially during fights. This Suguru will make you shut up, even if just for a moment, and is all about eye-rolls and sly little comebacks that you notice all too late. Do not assume for a second that you are safe, he will call out all your bull-shit and also flick his hair, will do all the storming away and point all his fingers at you.

And this finally gives rise to the Boyfriend Suguru , who then begs after you and apologises for hours and promises to bury Susan somewhere deep (it will happen again). Suguru now has to perform all the previous tasks all together but he enjoys all of it so it is a win-win, isn’t it?

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