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“Hey, moss?”
Zoro looked up from the stack of term papers he’d been grading to see the blonde guy standing in front of the reference desk, yet again.
“What is it?” Zoro asked, voice flat as he glared over the top of his glasses at the hapless grad student.
The guy at least had the sense to look a bit embarrassed this time. “Looks like my print job didn’t send,” he said, gesturing to the row of bulky computers.
“Again?” Zoro asked, rolling his eyes as he stood up from the desk. “Aren’t you in computer science or something?”
After two semesters of working the library reference desk, Zoro's solitary routine is broken up by constant interruptions from a grad student who seems determined to involve himself in Zoro's life.
Inspired by art from No. 6
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14 Jul 2026
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Being Aerion's roommate meant dealing with the man's selfish habits. Toilet paper not being replaced. Abysmal amounts of milk left over in the jug.
The worst of it, Dunk soon finds out, is his utter disregard for privacy.
Who looks at another man's porn history?
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05 Jul 2026
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Minho is more of an epiphany than anything else. Something Chan can't have, yet he keeps stumbling into Chan's apartment like he belongs there.
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05 Nov 2025
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Changbin, a rare lop-eared bunny hybrid, has gotten used to being passed over at the shelter for bunnies with tall ears, and isn’t expecting to be adopted by a Master anytime soon. One day, a friendly human who prefers rare breed bunnies comes by on adoption day looking to adopt a mate to bond to his first bunny, Minho.
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- Part 1 of skz Hybrid Universe
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24 Sep 2025
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Would Minho have sex with him? Would he want to? The thought turns Jisung’s stomach. He doesn’t want Minho to get the wrong idea about why he comes here, why he’s meeting up with him.
“I’m straight,” he blurts, without prompting, heartbeat heavy in his fingers, his cheeks, behind his eyes.
Minho twists around so that the chains of his swing are crossed, staring Jisung dead on with his eyebrows raised. “Um. Okay? I’m not trying to sleep with you.”
Shame burns deep in Jisung’s insides, through the cavity of his chest, between his bones. “I–I know,” he stutters. “I’m–” swallowing back bile, something sharp. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”
(OR: Han Jisung, Lee Minho, & Mutually Assured Destruction)