u/InternalProper739

i am looking for a business partner who is strongest on the technical side, but more importantly someone who i can actually like to work with (i learned that the hard way)

1. my skillset:
   -good marketer, ex airbnb, did hundreds of thousands in sales.
   -knowledgeable about startups, fast product iteration, sales cycle & how to lead gen.

2. my personality:
   -hardcore liberal, if you are religious or right wing - it will never work.
   -type A personality, looking for someone the exact opposite. calm, logical, centered.

3. product:
   -i have a few ideas, but open. most important thing is distribution, if I can't see a FREE path to distribution in month1, we must pivot.
   -i like working on Ai agents, we won't get a chance like this again.

if most of that hit a cord with you, we should talk

what i am working on is a new type of llm structure that allows the ai to be better at detecting social cues (even one that extroverts suffer with). if that feel interesting, we might vibe.

ideally, you are white from a good school. or have a traditional background in finance that investors trust. I can do the rest, product gtm iteration to get traction. 51\49 or 60\40 in your favor.

ok so imagine this tiny wrong turn like a pebble in a river boruto dials kawaki at two am because he cant sleep and also because he needs someone to laugh at his dumb ramen haiku kawaki answers not the usual silence or the voicemail that smells like old battery and guilt he actually says hello like a person and not like a locked door

the first to notice is mitsuki because he hears boruto whispering into his phone and then the apartment goes quiet sarada is half awake on the couch, hair a mess, ramen steam fogging the window you can smell the cheap instant broth from boruto's bowl through the speaker it smells like home and like trouble and like the kind of thing you eat when youre avoiding feelings

scene boruto is on the floor, knees hugged, phone screen lighting his face blue he says something dumb about a ramen haiku and then laughs too loud kawaki laughs back, a small sound, like a coin dropped into a jar boruto freezes because he hasnt heard that laugh in months its not the laugh he remembers from when kawaki was angry or when he was trying to be normal its softer, like a cracked cup being set down carefully

kawaki says your line from the mission again boruto repeats it, stumbling, and kawaki corrects him gently its tiny, like fixing the tilt of a picture frame but boruto feels it like a shove to the ribs he says sorry for calling so late and kawaki says its fine and boruto almost hangs up because he is not allowed to feel this safe instead he asks if kawaki wants ramen kawaki says he cant, he is on watch, but he asks boruto to describe the noodles anyway boruto describes them like hes narrating a battle, slurps and all kawaki says that sounds disgusting and boruto pretends to be offended and then coughs into the phone because he actually choked on a noodle

tiny gestures kawaki asks about boruto's scar, like he remembers it, like he notices small things boruto touches the scar without thinking and the apartment smells like soy sauce and old textbooks mitsuki clears his throat in the background and boruto says dont tell anyone and kawaki says i wont and boruto believes him for a second its a small trust, like lending someone your favorite hoodie for a week

the ripple later, when they meet for real, kawaki is less guarded he brings a thermos of bad coffee and boruto brings two bowls of instant ramen because he is a child and also because its a ritual now they sit on the roof and the city hums below them no speeches, no world saving, just two idiots sharing noodles sarada watches them from the stairwell and her jaw does a tiny twitch that means she is both suspicious and relieved the team dynamic shifts by a degree you can measure in eye rolls and shared snacks

surprising beat the thing that hits hardest is not a fight or a confession its kawaki humming a stupid tune under his breath while he eats boruto recognizes it from a cassette he used to play when he was little its a stupid song about a cat and a moon and it makes boruto laugh until he cries a little kawaki looks up, sees the tears, and for the first time he reaches out and wipes one away with the back of his hand its clumsy and awkward and human and boruto wants to freeze that exact second and keep it

i am not doing big universe stuff here its just two people learning how to be less alone the stakes are a bowl of ramen, a missed alarm, a promise to pick up the phone next time and that feels huge at three am

bad haiku because i cant help myself noodles in the dark two idiots share the same bowl moon steals the last slurp

if anyone wants the full fic i can drop it in the comments below, or if you want the darker branch ill post that instead, whichever you want i'll scribble it out next time i'm up late

okay so imagine this tiny wrong turn ... illumi never shows up at the hunter exam dorm that night. maybe he got stuck on a train, maybe his needle broke, maybe silva forgot to text him (lol), whatever. killua still runs, still leaves, but without that cold whisper in his ear. small change. huge quiet.

they're on the roof because of course they're on the roof. gon's got his knees up, hoodie smelling faintly of sea salt and cheap ramen (naruto-grade instant, the kind that makes your throat ache in a good way). killua is there too, but his hands aren't fists. they're just… hands. he traces a stupid pattern on the concrete like he's counting breaths instead of plotting exits.

gon says something dumb about fishing and the way the moon looks like a silver fishhook. killua snorts, a real snort, not the clipped thing he learned to hide with. it sounds like a broken bell. sakura? wrong show. but leorio would have barged in with snacks if he were here. instead it's just the two of them and the city hum.

"you ever think about not running?" gon asks, like it's a riddle he read in a cereal box.

killua looks at him. for a second his face is a map of all the places he's been told to be. then he shrugs, which is basically his version of a confession. "i dunno," he says. "i like running. it's easy. but staying's… quieter."

gon blinks. he hands killua half his ramen packet because that's how you offer solidarity in this universe share the sodium. the steam fogs the edge of killua's lashes. the smell is stupidly domestic and it makes something in killua unclench.

there's no dramatic speech. no blood oath. just a tiny, ridiculous laugh from killua when gon tries to make a haiku about fishing and fails spectacularly.

bad haiku: moon is a fishhook
i am a very small fish
where's the soy sauce lol

killua laughs and it hits gon like a small, warm thing. gon's smile gets big and messy and immediate, like a kid who found a coin in a couch. he reaches out and taps killua's shoulder not a shove, not a test, just a touch. killua doesn't flinch away. he lets his hand rest there, like it's allowed to.

the ripple is quiet. later, when someone notices maybe leorio, maybe a teacher, maybe a future enemy they see a boy who learned to be soft in the cracks. not broken. not healed. just… different. the stakes are not world-ending. they're the kind that make you keep a promise to show up for dinner, to answer a call, to not let a friend walk out into the dark alone.

and the surprising beat? killua crying once, for no reason he can name, because he tasted normal and it wasn't poison. he wipes his face with the back of his hand and says, "shut up, gon," but his voice is small and gon just hands him the rest of the ramen like it's a bandage.

i can drop the full fic in the comments if anyone wants the longer branch (there's a dumb scene with a stolen skateboard and leorio yelling about insurance).

i am good with growth, ex airbnb. but because of my background and skin color, i don't have access to capital. looking for someone with the right background who lack skills on the growth side.

what i am working on is a new type of llm structure that allows the ai to be better at detecting social cues (even one that extroverts suffer with). if that feel interesting, we might vibe.

ideally, you are white from a good school. or have a traditional background in finance that investors trust. I can do the rest, product gtm iteration to get traction. 51\49 or 60\40 in your favor.

i am good with growth, ex airbnb. looking cofounder.

but because of my background and skin color, i don't have access to capital. looking for someone with the right background who lack skills on the growth side.

ideally, you are white from a good school. or have a traditional background in finance that investors trust. I can do the rest, product gtm iteration to get traction. 51\49 or 60\40 in your favor.