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ALT Eyes flickering back to the unexpected company Satoru had found himself, he watched Suguru’s lips curve up into a slow smile. A crooked smile. A nice smile, Satoru thought. ‘Yeah, I can snowboard.’ ‘Yeah? Then why the skis?’ Satoru shrugged — because it was simple really. ‘Faster.’ Now it was Suguru’s turn to snort, animated by his amusement in a way Satoru hadn’t yet seen. ‘Dude,’ he snickered, peering at him across the empty seat. ‘Skiing isn’t faster.’ And that sounded like the challenge Satoru had been waiting for all week. — Satoru finds his unexpected Valentine in the form of a slightly eccentric stranger on a snowboard. From the summary of Race You to the Bottom by greaterglow on AO3.
ALT A wintersweet tree laden with snow, blooming in a Japanese courtyard.
ALT In spite of the snow, Sun bursts on a leafless branch. Winter blooms sweetly. In company of flowers, I think of you and feel warm. — For the first time in a long time, Satoru dreamed of Suguru. It wasn't Suguru the way he remembered her, softened and sweetened by the passing of time. It wasn't the Suguru who usually appeared to him in dreams, with a face like a thumb smeared through ink. It wasn't a Suguru with someone else's features and it wasn't a Suguru without any features at all. It was Suguru as Satoru had last seen her, perfectly intact, perfectly preserved, untouched by the ten years that stretched between them. Her skin was white as snow, unblemished by age and hardship. Her hair was black as a deep lake in winter, flowing over her shoulders like cold water. Her eyes, though, were warm. Her eyes were like sunbursts in her perfect face, gold as the flowers woven into her robes and into her hair. (Continued in image)
ALT The road was laden with fresh snowfall, but ahead of him, Suguru floated atop the powder like she weighed no more than a feather. She was a tall woman, yet the teeth of her geta left no imprints in the snow beneath her feet. Where Satoru felt the cold bite deep, Suguru seemed entirely unperturbed by it. Where Satoru was slowed by the icy wind, Suguru seemed quickened by it. In spite of her tiny steps, Satoru could not reach her on his long legs. The cold carried Suguru away from him, but he knew the path like the back of his hand. He had walked it a thousand times as a boy. Satoru let her go, taking comfort in the promise of warmth at the end of the journey. Soon, she would have him in her embrace at last. The path to the Gojō family home looked exactly how Satoru remembered it. It was the road as he had last travelled it, blanketed in fresh snow that climbed almost to his knee. Suguru walked ahead yet the snow remained perfectly intact, perfectly preserved... (Continued in image)
ALT Cover art for "A Good Daddy" by greaterglow, showing a photo of a spash of milk.
ALT His brain conjured up a million futures he hadn’t realised he was allowed to consider before that very moment, when they’d already long since become impossibilities. There was only one person Satoru would ever want to build a family with in a world where it was an option for him. ‘Kids are for people who plan to grow old one day,’ he said quietly. ‘But if you’d told me that was—’ In an utterly bizarre turn of events, his eyes started to sting as some strange grief started clawing its way up his throat. ‘If you’d told me that you wanted to…’ He trailed off, reluctant to follow a train of thought that would forever lead to a dead end. Pointless, grieving something that could never come to pass. Not in this life. Not in these bodies. ‘Indulge me now, then,’ Suguru whispered. — Satoru isn't anyone's daddy, but for one person only, he's willing to give it a try. From the summary of A Good Daddy by greaterglow on AO3.
ALT a strawpage ask which reads: wait i’m a little confused, what is pretty boy? is it same as over the threshold or a new fic you’re writing?
