A Happy Ending with the Strongest After Sharing Senses

Upcoming: [Plum Rain Season]. The whole novel is already written. I'm begging you to bookmark it!

Serious blurb:

Classmate Geto, a diligent cleaner of vengeful spirits in Sendai, received a “serious” invitation from a god on an utterly ordinary night.

From then on, his life changed from monotonous exorcisms to immersive horror-movie experiences of every kind.

All sorts of gruesome scenes and a pair of hollow blue eyes played over and over in his dreams.

Doctor Ieiri took out the diagnosis report, her tone heavy with sorrow. “We've ruled out cursed energy and physical abnormalities. The diagnosis is schizophrenia, accompanied by visual hallucinations.”

Geto: “?????!!!!!!!”

Schizophrenia? Me? You're saying I have it?

At first, he meant to forget it as a joke.

Until his senses faded, reality matched his dreams, and the smile on Classmate Geto's face slowly disappeared.

All right, if this is schizophrenia...

Isn't it a little too realistic?!!

He was determined to shoulder everything himself and prevent a bad ending, but his white-haired best friend only had to lift a finger. The “one-way shared sensations” bond linked him to Geto forever.

Gojo hugged him affectionately. “Cutting the bond requires sacrificing half your soul, so you'll never get away from me, Suguru.”

Geto: “...”

A more chaotic scene:

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Geto, face flushed, banged on the bathroom door through gritted teeth. “Can you stop touching yourself all over when you're taking a shower?!”

The door opened a crack, and a wet white head poked out, grinning cockily. “It's the bond's fault. I don't share your sensations, anyway. How about you come in and help me wash, Suguru?”

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On a beautiful night, there was always one Classmate Geto who wasn't in a beautiful mood.

But after a day of outsmarting each other, it always ended with a fox who had lost the light in his eyes being carried away.

#Thanks for asking, here's how I experience my best friend's exclusive late-night show firsthand#

#Reborn with an absurd bond attached, first I have to save my own sense of shame on the road to saving the world#

#Reborn sweet-and-angsty romance, two strong leads flirting with each other, mental illness fiction turns into a record of mutual salvation#

[Please Read]

1. This story's pairing is Gojo/Geto, in service of the plot. They are both 17 from the start.

2. Later on, there are shared-sensation and one-way sensation-sharing elements. If you dislike that, click the top left to leave.

3. Detective Conan crossover, but it won't affect your reading.

4. Lots of headcanons and an uninhibited writing style. Don't overanalyze it. If you don't like it, leave quickly.

[Upcoming Story Break]

[Plum Rain Season]

A gentle, rational philosophy PhD student younger gong x a rough, short-tempered repairman older shou

Ning Jing was impatient and hot-tempered, and his daily catchphrase, “Damn it,” got him through life. After years out in the world, he came slinking back to his hometown to inherit the family repair shop.

It's the twenty-first century. Who still comes in to fix umbrellas and flashlights or patch enamel basins? Ning Jing's family's generations-old craft was now mostly in service to the elderly folk in town who had broken their own appliances while trying to fix them.

It was the longest plum rain season in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze in ten years. Along with the drizzle, a radio that had gone off-station arrived at the repair shop. A young man in a white shirt came back home for a funeral, carrying a black umbrella. In silence, he walked into Ning Jing's life.

Chi Wangyan had studied philosophy and had just finished his PhD. He had come home for the funeral and planned to stay for a while. He was learned, articulate, mild-mannered, and occasionally picky.

He didn't want oil mixed into his rice, and his shirts couldn't have a single wrinkle. The thing he hated most about the little town was stepping in dog poop every time he went out, which made him change shoes noticeably more often.

He was an avid health enthusiast who could talk endlessly with the old ladies. For a man in his twenties, his favorite daily treat was chrysanthemum tea with sliced red dates.

Ning Jing couldn't understand a word of some things he said offhand, but somehow he was bewitched. He worked himself to the bone studying for a self-taught bachelor's degree, hoping to go north with him.

Even before he could confess his unrequited love, the other man keenly noticed, brought it up directly, and turned him down without hesitation.

Chi Wangyan always said, “If I stop loving you, I'll be even more desperate than you. That's why I can't be with you.”

Ning Jing didn't understand. Was this some other old-fashioned philosophical theory?

The plum rain season ended, and the repaired radio was collected.

The tape recorder on Ning Jing's shelf, filled with all the things on his mind, still hadn't been given away, because that man was most afraid of struggling.

Later, while drinking with a friend, he happened to come up in conversation. His friend asked, “Why did you two break up back then?”

Thinking of the dusty exercise books in the drawer, Ning Jing answered calmly, “I've gotten used to staying here. This little town can't hold his free spirit.”

Please Read: Younger man/older man pairing. Open ending.

Theme: Take control of your fate and become a better version of yourself