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    Satoru watched with tranquil rage as he took a bite of the mochi, taking his sweet time chewing. He swallowed and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin procured from fuck knows where, and then—

    He smiled serenely and committed his most unforgivable act of the night yet.

    “Sweets were better in the Heian Era.”

    Satoru mirrored his serene smile and raised a hand in the sign for Purple.

     

    Alternatively: Modulo Yuuji travels back in time.

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    05 Jul 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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    30 Jun 2026

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    Aizawa and Tsukauchi were close enough that words weren’t always necessary.

    They had a tell. Simple. Small. Invisible unless one knew where to look.

    The toe of Tsukauchi’s polished boot.

    Right meant truth.

    Left meant lie.

    The dead centre meant that murky middle ground in between.

    Aizawa watched for it now.

    “What is your quirk?” Tsukauchi asked.

    Itadori’s gaze levelled with his.

    “Don’t have one.”

    Tsukauchi inched his foot to the right.

    True.

    Aizawa Shota stumbles across a young man with too many scars and far too many quirks to be natural.

    He calls himself Itadori Yuuji.

    Aizawa Shota has seen him in action. Yet, Itadori still believes, truly, and completely, that he is quirkless.

    So, with Tsukauchi at his side, he begins to pull at the loose threads, to unravel the web of Itadori’s lies.

    But truth, he would come to learn, was not always a kindness.

    Ignorance is bliss, after all.

     

    Or, the one where I mash Modulo Itadori into the end of MHA and wait to see what happens.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    One day, you began to see ghosts. You thought ignoring them would be the best course of action, but how can you do that when 'Geto Suguru', a character that's not supposed to exist in your world, suddenly came to your job and evaporated the ‘ghosts’ surrounding you?

    It didn't just stop there. You began meeting the others, who stuck close to you just like these ghosts did, and now you are torn between wanting nothing from this world and being beside these characters that you identified from the start.

    Out of all the series to be in, you just had to be in the world where everything feels normal even if the world is close to ending.

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    Or a story where you have the power to see curses and you meet these characters even if you’re a human from the modern world.

    (Inspired by Mieruko-chan, Inso's Law, and Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

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    04 Jun 2026

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    incessantly, on and on, without pause. waking, disintegrating, over and over, endlessly. he was weary, now. the cycle of karma had branded itself into his skin, blazing cold, frigid fire. he was like a spider caught in its own web, like a snake biting its own tail, helpless to be devoured by himself.

    everything left of him, eroded away, the ocean of time carving its way through his cliffside.

    he, only once, lived guided by his own pleasure and displeasure. after that, the wheel of fate, the rope of destiny, tightened around his neck, far more a cage or prison than the boy with blossom hair ever had been.

    vexation, humiliation, exhaustion, and finally nothing at all– a blank slate, cleansed of evil.

    …the buddha and king enma both must be laughing at him.

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    03 Jun 2026