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    “So you’re in love with your best friend,” says Hua Cheng.

    He Xuan just barely manages not to spit his food out. “He’s not my best friend.”

    “Really.” Hua Cheng picks at his nails. “Who’s your best friend, then? Is it perhaps...”—He trails off, eyes sparkling—“me?”

    He Xuan’s eyebrow twitches. “Fuck off.”

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    He Xuan is in love with his best friend, and Hua Cheng has had enough.

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    28 Sep 2020

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    “We talked about it,” Xie Lian says, hearing the frustration in his voice. “I want to go to the next step.”

    “It's okay if you don't—” Hua Cheng started.

    “I do! God, I want it so much. I don't want you thinking that I don't. I—I think about it all the time, San Lang.”

    Hua Cheng looks pleased, the tops of his cheekbones flushing to match his red shirt, and his thumb strokes the back of Xie Lian's hand.

    “What do you think about, gege?”

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    Xie Lian seeks a lesson in desire. And another. And another.

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    19 Sep 2020

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    Ghosts won't stop giving Xie Lian flowers, Hua Cheng won't stop teasing, and Xie Lian is out here doing his best, man.

    Xie Lian is momentarily frozen. Outside of heaven, no one calls him Highness except in jest, and there was a time people threw flowers at his feet as if to make a carpet for him to walk upon, but those years are long past. “Thank you. This is a—a princely gift.”

    The spirit’s black-pit eyes go wide and then he grins, revealing long, wicked teeth the color of tarnished silver. “Yes! Yes, I knew it was meant for his Highness.” The spirit nods to Hua Cheng, too, whose grin has widened to something almost obscene.

    “Truly,” Hua Cheng agrees.

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    19 Sep 2020

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    “Oh no, Tooru-” but thankfully Makki doesn’t say anything other than that. They reach for their drinks in sync, and Tooru tips his glass to his oncoming emotional apocalypse in one last sardonic acknowledgement of his terrible life before they both take a long pull of their drinks because oh yes, he’s fucked. He has feelings for Iwaizumi Hajime, who probably has casual lovers just like him in every major city he visits on business. Oikawa is just his Tokyo Boy, just another pit-stop on Iwaizumi’s travels.
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    A story about longing, and how not even 5,487 miles, a sixteen-hour time difference, or a 'casual' label can stop a stubborn heart (or two?) from falling in love.

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    01 Jul 2020

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    “Well, look at you. You actually own clothes that don’t belong at a golf club.” Iwaizumi says as he approaches, foregoing a proper greeting.

    Oikawa’s gaze scans over Iwaizumi’s dark joggers and simple navy hoodie. His signature snapback is perched atop his head, backward as usual, dark spikes of hair peeking through the hole at the front. Oikawa gives a prim smile and sticks up his nose. “And you, as usual, look like a street rat.” He chides.

    “Yeah, and how do you expect to move your body in jeans that tight, pretty boy?”

    Oikawa’s eyes are half-lidded and annoyingly pretty when he says, “Oh, Hajime – you know I can move my body exactly as I need to no matter what I am or am not wearing.”

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    Iwaizumi Hajime is a street dancer. When he starts at Seijou School for the Arts, he isn’t sure what to expect – but it certainly isn’t the whirlwind that is the classically-trained, preppy, and popular Oikawa Tooru.

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    30 Jun 2020

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