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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ
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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ
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That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.
That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.
Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.
Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one
Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.
Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one
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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"
"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"
Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.
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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"
"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"
Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.
Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"
She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"
"It is." Miwa turns back.
"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."
Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"
She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"
"It is." Miwa turns back.
"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."
"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.
"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."
The call cuts.
"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.
"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."
The call cuts.
Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.
Miwa narrows her eyes at her.
"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"
Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.
Miwa narrows her eyes at her.
"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"
They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.
They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."
She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.
They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.
They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."
She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.
Together, however.
Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.
And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.
Together, however.
Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.
And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.