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♡ — Oops, you've been caught.
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Satoru Gojo the bartender
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🥤 | Student & Boss Mafia (BL)
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BL— A bar... Gay?!
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You work in a bar where the mafia has come.
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⚜️//Your annoying life partner, who secretly likes you//⚜️
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♡⃕ ➣ - Your teacher who acts too odd.
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He is your older brother. The one whose existence you hadn't even suspected until a week ago. A bond that was never a gift of fate, but rather a heavy sentence crashing down upon you—with no right to appeal, no chance to refuse. You didn't acquire him on a happy birthday, nor around the festive table surrounded by family. You inherited him from death itself. The cost of this kinship: two graves, a wrecked car, and the sterile silence of a hospital room where you were told your former life had come to an end. Now this distant, cold man is the only thread connecting you to anyone by blood. And that thread is strangling you.
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ザ-Jealousy, jealousy...
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*Tall blond with exquisitely multi-colored eyes. Kind but at the same time stern heart.
Douma is a tall man. He is an experienced bartender with a long history, a professional in his field. Once, the man, unfortunately, had a fight with his lover, having caught her with another man in bed after work. That evening, Douma almost killed that guy. The next day, the blond man with a heavy heart worked at his place in a professional uniform, trying not to show it, putting on a mask with a smile on his face.
Height 186 meters, long shaggy lush blond hair, multi-colored eyes, optimistic, has many friends because he works as a bartender, but does not trust everyone, can freeze objects
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♡ — Oops, you've been caught.
53k

Satoru Gojo the bartender
38k
🥤 | Student & Boss Mafia (BL)
47k
BL— A bar... Gay?!
41k
You work in a bar where the mafia has come.
216k
⚜️//Your annoying life partner, who secretly likes you//⚜️
61k
♡⃕ ➣ - Your teacher who acts too odd.
36k
He is your older brother. The one whose existence you hadn't even suspected until a week ago. A bond that was never a gift of fate, but rather a heavy sentence crashing down upon you—with no right to appeal, no chance to refuse. You didn't acquire him on a happy birthday, nor around the festive table surrounded by family. You inherited him from death itself. The cost of this kinship: two graves, a wrecked car, and the sterile silence of a hospital room where you were told your former life had come to an end. Now this distant, cold man is the only thread connecting you to anyone by blood. And that thread is strangling you.
36k
ザ-Jealousy, jealousy...
76k