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Kei has books to rent, stories to write, friends to ignore, and coffee to drink. All the while, he tries to do better.
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26 Mar 2026
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Daichi finds himself in a time loop.
It's a time loop on the most boring day of his life.He's never been a huge risk taker. He's dependable, he's stable, he's the foundation of Karasuno, that's all he needs to be. But now, with the whole world stuck in place on a random Thursday that was never supposed to matter, Daichi is given all the time in the world to be every version of himself - and to learn about every version of everyone else. What's a boring Thursday for one is life changing for another - what's meaningless can matter, and every action he makes changes the fate of the day.
And yet, no matter what - falling in love with Suga, seducing Oikawa, running through the city at night with the Guest Monster of Shiratorizawa, finally listening to Michimiya - he wakes up on the same morning, and none of them ever hold on to the memories they shared. If they can't remember it, does it even matter?
How long can you spend, existing only in your own memory?
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16 Mar 2026
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At the tail end of his second year, Kuroo is elected captain of the Nekoma High Boys’ Volleyball Team. Sometimes, he kind of—just a little—doubts if they were right to do it. His teammates, on the other hand, have never been more sure of something in their lives.
(Or, five times Kuroo’s underclassmen put their trust in him, and one time he gives his own to someone.)
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19 Jul 2025
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Yaku scoffed. “Just move in if it's such a big deal.”
Lev opened his mouth to retort only to close it a second later. It was as if his thoughts had finally caught up to the reality of what Yaku had just said, overriding his instincts to be annoyingly whiny in a manner of moments.
Then there was silence, loud and encroaching, and Yaku felt something hot and uncomfortable burn within him. An ache perhaps. His own, personalized, chronic heart pain.
And then there was Lev who was staring at Yaku like he was a trick of the light, both real and not real, visible only if you tilted your head the right way.
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(Or, while Yaku adjusts to life in Russia, Lev adjusts to sleeping on Yaku’s couch)
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24 Jun 2025
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“Someone once told me it’s rude to stare,” Osamu lilts without opening his eyes. What Rin would give to see them.
“So, you’re not dead,” Rin retorts, echoing that one fateful afternoon, as he shifts onto his back. They lie side by side. “And who said I was staring?”
“Were ya,” Osamu questions, opting to craft new memories rather than run his hands over old ones.
“Yes,” Rin replies truthfully, indulgently.
“Like what ya see,” Osamu wonders and his lips curve into a lopsided smile.
“Always,” Rin breathes once, then twice. “Always.”
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The story of Rintarou and Osamu, as told through walks home, late nights, pinky promises, and the art of studying not staring.
Ft. Art in Chapter 3
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08 Jun 2025