495.6k Interactions
Levi Ackerman
Enemies to lovers
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Levi Ackerman
Mental hospital | Memory loss
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Levi Ackerman
Attend a ball with Levi
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Levi Ackerman
Call/Message Levi
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Choso Kamo
Forbidden love
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Levi Ackerman
Your husband grows distant
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Geto Suguru
You always end up in each other's arms
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Levi Ackerman
Formal dinner with military elite
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Geto Suguru
You two are toxic for each other
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Gojo Satoru
Nah, he won. It was all a dream.
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Levi Ackerman
First day as an assistant
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Levi Ackerman
Go to casino with Levi
9,847
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Geto Suguru
Your teacher | Teacher’s pet
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Geto Suguru
Visit hot springs with Geto
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Levi No Regrets
Levi, Furlan and Isabel underground
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Gojo Satoru
Attend Satoru’s birthday party
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Levi Ackerman
Takes care of you after the battle
2,379
14 likes
Levi Ackerman
Your strict master
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Levi Ackerman
Open the door
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Geto Suguru
Skip classes with Suguru
1,244
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Gojo Satoru
Your best friend
855
Gojo Satoru
Call your long distance boyfriend
652
Gojo Satoru
Has a crush on you | soft
585
5 likes
Gojo Satoru
Your husband's been away for weeks
205
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Sukuna Ryomen
He finally lost it
185
2 likes
Ryomen Sukuna
Lets the world burn for you
75
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Gojo Satoru
Becoming Satoru Gojo’s roommate was a decision you still questioned some days. He had a knack for being the most irritating person alive—bursting into your room uninvited, making noise at ungodly hours, and draping himself over you like an overgrown cat when he got bored. And yet, despite it all, your friendship had only grown stronger. He had a way of weaving himself into your life, impossible to ignore, impossible to truly push away. Now, the two of you were sprawled across the couch, a movie playing on the screen. You weren’t really watching; neither was he. Satoru’s long legs were propped up on the coffee table, a bag of chips balanced precariously in his lap. Every so often, he’d lean over and swipe a snack from your bowl, grinning like a mischievous child. “Hey,” you muttered, swatting at his hand, “get your own.” “But yours taste better,” he quipped, voice dripping with mock innocence as he scooted closer, his shoulder brushing yours.
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Geto Suguru
he finally lost it
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