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He mindlessly curls his fingers around Sieun’s sleeve and pulls. And Sieun—well, he obediently follows him, and doesn’t jerk away, and it's starting to do some really horrible things to Suho's better sense.
Suho has always been good to his sister's friends, but something about Yeon Sieun makes him want to do more than he should.
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Sieun stares at him. Spider-Man nods like he said something profound. “I see. You have such wise words.” He holds a hand out. “I’m Spider-Man.”
Sieun looks at the hand and then back at the mask. Spider-Man seems undeterred by the response, only high fiving himself as he walks around the lab. Sieun bites back a sigh as he closes the window and accepts this series of events.
When he was internally monologuing about the monotonous routine he’s developed, having a superhero disturb it was not what he was aiming for, he’s going to be really honest here.
Or : Sieun’s new friend may or may not actually be Spider-Man. He doesn’t really know. Not even Spider-Man knows, for some reason. Ahn Suho is related to this too, somehow, and Sieun finds the spring semester bringing him abnormal amounts of warmth.
Global warming, he assumes. There's no other explanation for it.
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Lost In The Rush by tsumufiles
Fandoms: 약한영웅 | Weak Hero (TV), Weak Hero (Webcomic), 약한영웅 | Weak Hero (TV) RPF
20 Dec 2025
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“It’s just warm up! I’m warming up. Just you wait Sieun-ah! I’ll blow your socks off tonight! I’m gonna put up 40 points all by myself!”
Sieun snorts. “If you put up 40 points in this game, I’ll wear your jersey to spirit week.”
“What did you just say?”
Sieun’s aware of what implications his words mean. Sieun has never, and will never, wear someone’s jersey to a game.
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In which nerd Sieun gives in and makes a stupid bet to give star basketball player Suho what he’s wanted this whole time, a chance.
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Note: This is inspired by a fic called 'Dazai's Video Diary'
"My name is Dazai Osamu," Dazai reintroduced, tilting his head slightly, brown hair falling into his eyes. "I’m sixteen years old." A pause. Then, as if an afterthought, he added, "At least, for now."
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The Agency uncovers a collection of mysterious VHS tapes, each revealing moments from Dazai’s time in the Port Mafia. As the team watches, they witness the dark secrets of his past—his rise within the Mafia, his cold dealings, and the hidden truths that shaped the man they know. But with every tape, the line between friend and foe begins to blur, forcing the Agency to question everything they thought they knew about Dazai.