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  1. Public Bookmark 27

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    He hit send.

    The confirmation screen popped up with a shower of digital confetti: ¥29,000 donated to Inumaki_T! 🎉

    Yuuta slammed his laptop shut so hard the screen wobbled. He shoved it under his pillow like evidence at a crime scene and yanked the blanket over his entire body until he was a shapeless, overheated lump in the middle of his king-sized bed—bed that was, itself, absurdly expensive, because everything in his life was absurdly expensive, because he was the heir to a financial empire and he had just spent that empire’s pocket change on a camboy

    He pressed his burning face into the mattress and thought to himself.

    That was the only time. That was a one-time thing. That will never happen again.

    He meant it. He genuinely, completely meant it.

    At 3:12 AM, Yuuta reached out from underneath his blanket for his phone on the nightstand and set a second alarm—fifteen minutes before the next stream started.

    OR: Rich Heir Okkotsu Yuuta accidentally found a camboy stream, developed a catastrophic crush, and became the world’s worst sugar daddy. The camboy was doing everything in his power to fix this. It was not going well.

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    15 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 59

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    “Hey there.” Gojo crouches in front of the kid. “How’d you end up here?”

    He doesn’t say anything. His eyes flick up for half a second, then back down. He’s wearing a sweatshirt far too large for him, the hood all but swallowing him. It’s long enough to go down to his knees and it’s zipped up all the way, covering his nose and mouth like he’s trying to hide in it.

    “Can you hear me?”

    He nods slowly, curling further in on himself.

    “Do you talk?” Gojo asks. The kid shakes his head vehemently.

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    A bit of Inumaki's backstory with a side of clan politics.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    He takes in a heavy breath and pretends these cheap sunglasses hide his dark circles as they wheel the poor kid in.

    "Hey," Gojo rasps. "Miss me?"

    Megumi's eyes go wide in horror. His jaw hangs slightly agape. He's breathing too fast. He doesn't say a word.

    “Fushiguro?” Yuji's hand hovers over his shoulder. Megumi smacks it away harshly.

    He trembles as he gets to his feet, then trips unceremoniously toward the foot of Gojo's hospital bed. Satoru instinctively reaches out to catch him, but he's too slow in his sewn-up state, and Yuta gets there first.

    There's tears running down the kid's face. Guilt is a weighty boulder between the two of them.

    Megumi claps his shaking hand over his mouth, but he can’t contain an emotional dry heave. Yuta escorts him to the trashcan so he can sob and vomit freely in terror.

    Gojo sits there stupidly, unable to do anything else.

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    Gojo lives to pick up the pieces of Megumi. And there's a lot to pick up.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    Nothing makes sense here.
    All he knows is that his name is Itadori Yuji, he’s eighty-three years old, the year is 2086, and he is stuck in an alien’s technique. There is no other option.
    There can’t be.

    Or, eighty-three-year-old Itadori Yuji appears in Sendai just a few blocks away from where his fifteen-year-old counterpart eats Sukuna's finger.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    “Uh, I sleep in my room, I guess?” He said around a scoop of mushed up something with cinnamon in it, a good spice for a poor hunk of mystery. “You know, in the basement.”

    Armin blinked slowly. Wait. So he’d been right…no, wrong. Because he’d reassured himself that that wasn’t and couldn’t be the case.

    Jean dropped his spoon hand, deadpanning, “You mean the dungeon?”

    “What? No—” Eren defended almost instinctively at hearing Jean’s voice, before his eyes shifted over to Mikasa, unsure. “I mean, I wouldn’t call it that. It’s not like the Captain chains me up anymore.”

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    Or, Armin realizes Eren still sleeps on a cot in the dungeon of what became the Scout Special Operations headquarters. He petitions to get the Savior of the Walls a real bed.

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