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Through him, Keiji realizes once they’re close, the dark looming shapes of the cliffs pressing closer as the road narrows between them. Miya hadn’t been staring at him at the train station; he was staring through him. Like he’d been trying to imagine the landscape back into place without Keiji interrupting it. Like Keiji wasn’t there at all.
On coming and going, and going.
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Popup tooltips that work well on both desktop (hover) and mobile (tap open and close). Constrained width, so best for short tooltips or translations for a couple words at the most.
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- Part 1 of Simbeline's Work Skins
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12 Jan 2026
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“What unites both generations [OF ASIAN AMERICANS], Eng and Han suggest, is a kind of linguistic lack, a missing vocabulary—a paucity of stories that they might tell themselves about where they are going, and what it would mean to feel whole.”
Kiyoomi Sakusa has spent the last seventeen years believing he is boring. He has never met anyone inclined to challenge this belief.
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“That’s a great question, Kiyoomi,” his father had mumbled, patting the breast pocket of his button-up for a company ballpoint pen. “And the short answer is: you can’t. There’s no word for ‘miss’ in Japanese; that doushi doesn’t exist.” Hideki wrote down two phrases on the napkin underneath his coffee mug. “There are similar terms to it, though. 懐かしい, for example, means how nostalgic, and 会いたい means—”
“—I want to see you again,” Kiyoomi finishes for him.
“Right. But there is no way to really, truly say, ‘I miss you.’” Hideki capped the pen and brought his mug up to his lips. “There is a difference between experiencing nostalgia and missing something, Kiyoomi. You can miss someone and not want to see them again.”
YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY by hatsuna
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And so it goes. Hinata Natsu is born as the hottest summer month dies: a life for a life. She is slippery and strong, with the same flaming hair as a mother who broke bones for her and a brother she knows only by name. She is special in exactly one way, and she will grow tall.
Birds of a feather flock together.
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- Part 1 of 1000 Backyard Pools
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04 Jan 2026
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When they finally do share a FaceTime call, the dynamic is stilted, the fictive motion of it all off. This is when Natsu realizes that while Shouyou will always be her brother, he won’t always be her friend. There’s a brief bit where she thinks about randomly messaging him about her days: the stray cat she saw outside school, the saishoku dinner their mother reheated, the new contusion spanning her shin. She considers asking her brother if the exhaustion in her bones is there to stay.
But in the end, she always decides against it. Natsu’s life will continue, with or without Shouyou in it. She’ll turn the earth herself if she has to.
When we were young, you never had to hear these things through the grapevine, Natsu thinks, staring long and hard at the messages. Bitterly: You used to know me.
When you are seventeen, it’s easy to forget that your parent is just a person.
Natsu watches the steep curve of her mother’s back as she slices an apple at the counter. She’s just a person.
1000 backyard pools by hatsuna
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