SDIARU



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    A shiver runs down Suguru’s spine. «I am not a demon.» he clarifies. «I am a scientist.»
    «You walk, but you dream elsewhere. You are here, but you are not here. Dream-Walker.»

    «And you?» Suguru asks before the silence can crush him. «Who are you?»
    «I am Olo’eyktan.» he replies. «That is enough.»

    «But you must have a name. I am Suguru. Geto Suguru.»
    The Na’vi presses his lips together. His ears lower slightly in an unconscious reflex.
    «The clan calls me Olo’eyktan. But my mother called me Satoru.»

    OR Geto is a human scientist in an Avatar body, while Satoru is a true Na’vi, a very young Olo’eyktan of a clan reduced to the bone by an electromagnetic storm. At first, Satoru and his clan are hostile toward the Skypeople, but then his curiosity gets the upper hand.

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    “Suguru… Suguruuu…” Satoru breaths against his lips. “I want you.

    Suguru swallows. “Right… – Right now?

    “Yeah. Right now.”

    Suguru is well aware of how little it takes to excite Satoru. An unforeseen side effect of suspending himself in almost perpetual sensory deprivation. He had been anticipating this, but he still somehow thought they would at least make it back to the hotel.

    “We’re in public,” he argues. “What if someone sees us?”

    "Then we should make sure they thank us for the show."

    Satoru and Suguru take a trip to the beach

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    19 Feb 2026

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    They'd been doing this for three months, this being a loose term that covered a wide spectrum. It started with Satoru kissing him after a mission, tasting like vending machine coffee, and Suguru kissing back before his brain could stop him. That had been back in August.

    At some point, they’d graduated from just kissing.

    The sex was nice, and Suguru could admit that plainly. It was better than nice, actually. It was the kind of good that threatened to make his vision blur, but he was rather private about these sorts of things, so nice was the word he kept in his head.

    Suguru and Satoru were figuring themselves out, and things were going great, and then Satoru asked for tentacles.

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    16 Feb 2026

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    There’s only three people in their class, so realistically, someone has to be the shortest. 

     

    It’s just like—why him??

     

    Even Shoko’s taller than him, even if only by a few centimeters, but she never lets him forget it. Whenever they’re in the communal kitchen together, and he’s reaching for something on a higher shelf and just can’t quite make it, here comes Shoko, characteristic cigarette dangling out of her mouth, offering to get it for him. Need a little help with that, Satoru? And his blood boils. 

     

    She can’t even reach it either. They have to call over Suguru for help every time. 

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    He reached out and flicked Gojo square in the center of his forehead with two fingers sharp and precise the same way he'd done a thousand times before when Satoru was being dramatic.

    "Ow!" Gojo whined instantly hand flying to the spot. "What the hell Suguru?!"

    "You're scaring him" Suguru said calm and elegant even with his shirt hanging open and half the city's most expensive tailor cowering behind a rack of cashmere. "He's just doing his job. The job you paid triple to secure because you insisted on the best."

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    14 Feb 2026