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lovebrush chronicles ⇢ NO COMPETITION ft. lars rorschach

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note: white day spoiler if you haven’t read them. but also not really lol consider this canon divergent because some of the lore have blurred together in my head + this is just a longer, self-indulgent, dramatic version of mc’s confession about her being a traveler because i refuse to accept that she told lars about it through email like they’re just colleagues and not his girlfriend — not proofread !!

“hi…” you peek into lars’s office. “are you busy?”

as soon as your eyes land on the heaps of paperwork scattered on his desk, you already know the answer to your question but lars’s expression tells you otherwise. he instantly beams at your presence and walks over to you, whatever he needed to get done now forgotten.

“not anymore.” ecstatic, he reaches for your hand to guide you past the doorway and further into the room. “did you feel me missing you? because i was.”

even when his flirty banter elicits a playful eye roll from you, you can’t help but feel endeared. no matter how much time has passed since you’ve gotten together, he still showers you with the same affection like it’s the first time.

you suppose his childhood was abundant in love. it’s the only explanation as to why he has so much to give without ever running out for himself.

“you just saw me yesterday,” you tease him anyway.

lars pouts. “that’s one day too long without you.”

just like that, you’re reminded of the reason you stopped by his office.

what your boyfriend assumes is a sudden visit from you is the reason you didn’t get any sleep last night. you’d been tossing and turning in your sheets, thinking up ways to go about this much needed conversation without tying your stomach in knots.

“everything alright?” lars’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. he’s always been perceptive enough to notice when you’re preoccupied.

“i actually needed to talk to you about something.”

lars would usually utter some quip to lighten the mood before it even dampened but right now, upon seeing your pensive expression, he can’t bring himself to do so. the gears in his head begin to turn as he tries to gauge how important this conversation is going to be. as far as he’s concerned, he hasn’t done anything wrong.

“okay…” he drawls, motioning for you to sit on the couch with him. “sounds serious. what is it?”

knowing what you’re about to tell him, it’s absurd to expect him to remain unfazed. still, you cling onto hope that lars will hear you out without fear. that you don’t lose the person you love over the one thing that’s beyond your control.

“you’ve been asking about what happened when i disappeared,” you start, your voice so small against the erratic pounding of your heart as lars stares at you in anticipation. “the truth is… i’m a traveler.”

as if everything else has come to a standstill, you easily catch the subtle twitch in lars’s eyebrows as confusion manifests in his visage.

“i’m…” he falters. “i’m not sure i’m following.”

doubt creeps into your mind and you’re wondering if you should’ve rehearsed what you were going to say instead of opting for whatever pops into your head. but you’re already here and lars is listening with bated breath so you try again.

“i can travel to different multiverses,” you explain—not that it makes any of this easier for him to comprehend. “i thought ‘in passing’ was an original idea since i dreamt of it but it turned out to be a vision of a parallel universe. the characters, the places, everything i drew in the manga, it all exists in another world. so did the earthquakes. they…” you trail off for a moment, racking your brain for a sensible way to tell lars you had heard a young alkaid’s voice in your head as if you don’t already sound crazy as it is. “i responded to someone’s call for help from a different universe. but by doing that, i didn’t know i’d shifted the target and sacrificed our world to save his. i had to leave so i could find a way to put a stop to it.”

“what target?” there isn’t the slightest hint of mockery in lars’s tone but you can read him well enough to know that even he can’t believe he’s actually asking a genuine question.

“someone’s been targeting all these worlds for their own gain and earth is one of their prospects.”

your words leave a bad taste in your mouth as you are now realizing the real extent of the truth. despite your knowledge on a multitude of worlds beyond your own, there is still something much larger that has yet to unravel. you can’t even envision the lengths you’ll have to go through to get to the bottom of it—if you even get there at all.

with this overload of peculiar information, lars can only mutter an okay under his breath. and even then, it sounds more directed at himself than you—like he’s convincing himself to believe you because why would you lie to him? and if you were lying to him, why would you make up something so… inconceivable? he has so many questions. “how is all this even possible?”

“i… i’m not sure. all i know is i got my abilities from my mother. she was also a traveler.” you pause to give lars a few seconds to let the words register before you deliberately add, “so is cael.”

“anselm?”

“he knew her.”

you disclose everything—your mother’s initial plan on earth. how cael got entangled in the final moments of her life. who he is and his role in yours. project shelter. godheim and eden. your illustra. all of it.

lastly, you tell lars he’s one of the paragons.

you’ve never seen him look more dubious when he asks, “what do you mean?”

“there’s a version of you in each universe,” you confess, “and i’ve met some of them.”

like canvas, lars’s expression is now smeared with a mix of disbelief and distress, its hue so unfamiliar to you. at this point, you’re scrambling for anything to say just to keep him from slipping out of your fingertips.

you need lars to believe that in spite of the things he didn’t know about you, he’s still right about you—who you are and where your heart lies. what he means to you. you need lars to believe that even though your paths were already fated to cross long before you were made aware of each other’s existence, it has been your wholehearted choice to love him.

silence gradually fills the space around you and lars—and while a flicker of hope begs to be stoked as you wait for him to cut through the quiet, you’re apprehensive lest he say something you don’t want to hear and what you wish to be warmth from a hearth turn into wildfire instead.

you feel your resolve crack with each passing second, regret seeping through the crevices like a harsh reminder of how wrong this decision was. everything was already fine. lars never questioned you. you should’ve kept it that way.

but you force the thought away because he deserves to know. you don’t want to be unfair to him. now that you’ve bared your truth, however lars feels about it—about you—is no longer in your hands.

“that’s, um…” he finally speaks, yet still at a loss for words. “that’s a lot to process.”

his tone is laced with something heavy and as his words enter your ears, so does the weight of his voice. all you can do is sit there as you feel it slither deep into your system until it’s pressing down on your chest and crushing your heart.

“take your time,” you mumble, defeated and almost on autopilot. what else is left for you to say?

“i’m sorry about your mother.” lars means it.

though you acknowledge his sentiments, lars realizes you’re not looking at him anymore. your eyes are fixed on your fidgeting hands—whether it’s in shame or guilt, he’s not sure but whatever pull that has naturally drawn him to you before is still there and in this moment, he wants nothing more than to ease your mind.

he’s not scared, he wants to tell you. he’s confused and overwhelmed but he’s not afraid of you.

a knock on the door suddenly interrupts your conversation.

“mr. rorschach, the meeting is about to start.” it’s his secretary.

lars winces, seemingly having forgotten the important appointment. he mutters a quick apology to you before addressing his employee, “can we reschedule?”

“i’m afraid not, sir. the board members are already here. they’re just waiting for you.”

“you should go,” you suggest just loud enough for lars to hear. you can sense his hesitation but it’s not like you have much of a choice here.

“i’ll be there shortly,” lars then dismisses his secretary. once the door closes, he turns back to you. “what about you?”

“i need to be home soon. beans is waiting for me.”

lars is suddenly getting déjà vu from your words as your disappearance flashes back to him.

being a ceo and heir to the family company before he’s even hit the age of 30, lars has quickly learned the twists and turns of negotiations, securing himself deals that lean in his favor. his flair for business has never failed him but it proved to be of no use in the singular point in time when you vanished without a trace.

lars isn’t a devotee of a higher power but in a moment of desperation, if some deity were to materialize right before his eyes, he would’ve surrendered everything in a heartbeat just to get you back.

however, there was no divine entity to intervene or make a trade with. there was no one to beg.

lars searched for you in every place you could be, walked past your house every single day in hopes that he’d find you there but to no avail. hearing your voice would’ve sufficed, he remembers praying, but none of his calls were going through. he’d attempted to dial your number too many times, he could’ve sworn that the busy signal continuously rung in his ears and never stopped. all this wealth and resources yet none of them could lead him to you. the last thing he ever wanted to do was give up but he was running out of options. he had no other choice but to wait and hope that wherever you had gone, you’d make it back.

to this day, the memory remains vivid and the possibility of it reoccurring is enough to make his insides churn and his mind go haywire.

and it wasn’t like he never tried to address it the first time. he had once hinted at it in a conversation but you seemed evasive so he never brought it up again. after all, everyone has their own secrets. he simply trusted that you would tell him yours when you were ready, no matter how long it took.

it turns out no amount of time could’ve prepared him for it.

“i’ll call my driver,” lars offers but you decline.

“it’s fine.”

you sound polite yet resolute so lars doesn’t insist but a single thought crosses his mind—with his blonde hair as golden as his heart, you’ve always made it known that you deem him comparable to the sun. now, as he watches you take your leave, it’s almost as if that exact same light scathes you and you couldn’t get away from him any faster.

“let me know when you get home.” you didn’t need to be reminded, lars knows it, but he expresses it anyway solely for the sake of saying something—anything—to you then maybe you’ll say something back but you only reply with a nod, barely sparing him another glance before you’re out of his office.

you may have traveled to distant realms twice but to lars, you’ve never felt further from his reach than you do right now.

deep in thought, you absentmindedly fiddle with your dinner. you’re not sure why you bothered to cook when you don’t really have an appetite. beans, however, is the complete opposite as he devours his meal like you haven’t fed him in days.

“you’re gonna throw up if you keep eating like that,” you warn him as if he understands a single word. you make a mental note to buy him a slow feeder.

save for beans’s gobbling, your house is otherwise quiet, though not serene.

your thoughts are in a spiral as you try to rack your brain for all the possibilities your relationship with lars could go from this point. you’re too far from ordinary to wish for things to remain as they are but that’s not what you want. like broken porcelain mended back together, you just want lars to truly look at you, traveler and all, and still see the person he loves.

a knock on the door suddenly breaks you out of your reverie.

“lars?” you freeze at the sight of him on your doorstep. aside from the text you sent him when you got home, you haven’t really talked since you left his office. you weren’t sure if he wanted to see you.

“can i come in?”

despite having a long day, lars still appears unruffled—his luscious locks curl in all the right ways, his suit looks as pristine as it did this afternoon and his disposition, calm and collected like always.

you don’t have the heart to deny him so like you would under any other circumstance, you let him in.

the moment lars steps inside, the loud clanging of beans’s food bowl on the floor reverberates around the room as he dashes straight to lars, immediately nuzzling against his leg.

“hey, buddy!” lars greets your cat which is met with what sounds like an accusatory meow. as appeasement, he crouches down to give beans a few gentle pats on his head. “yes, i promise to bring tinnie with me next time.”

you’re about to shut the door when a gust of wind swooshes through, carrying a leaf into your home which triggers beans’s instincts to chase after it.

before you know it, you’re alone with lars and his attention is already on you. “hi.”

“hi,” you reply with a voice so weak and small.

“i think you know why i’m here,” he reminds you albeit kindly.

“you could’ve waited until tomorrow to talk. i wouldn’t mind,” you say as sincerely as you can but even you’re not entirely convinced of your own claim. “you’re probably tired from your meeting.”

“i’m never tired when i see you,” lars quips but his coquetry doesn’t affect you like it usually does as you only manage a quirk at the corners of your lips, subtly averting your gaze elsewhere.

the handsome face which you’ve known to cause a warm flutter in your heart is now the reason it might stop at any given moment out of immense fear that you find the slightest hint of apprehension in his visage. or worse, you witness the light in his eyes dimming gradually until his gaze is nothing but a blank stare. so you don’t look at him at all.

however, none of this is unexpected to lars so he takes it upon himself to cross the distance between the two of you.

“come here.” he reaches for your hand, gently dragging you with him en route to the sofa in your living room. this conversation is already uncomfortable as it is. he might as well find you a cozy place to have it in.

“on the way here, i’ve had some time to think about everything you told me,” he begins when you look at him again, “i’m not going to lie and say i understand how this whole… travelling works. but i believe you.”

when lars reflected on your conversation earlier, he’d recalled the vr movie of a possible apocalyptic future you’d seen together. he wanted to mock it then for its improbability but after everything he learned today, none of it seems too far-fetched now.

“i am scared though,” he continues and you almost feel your heart plummet to your gut only to be caught by a hair’s breadth before the crash when you hear the faint sound of lars’s chuckle. the ghost of a smile adorns his face and with a tone that’s anything but jealous, he adds, “i’m scared you’ll choose another lars over me.”

the next thing you know, he’s straightening his posture and puffing his chest out in a humorous attempt to appear intimidating.

“tell me about them. i need to know my competition,” he jests, prompting a giggle to bubble past your lips. for the first time today, you feel like you can breathe again.

most people would’ve surely run for the hills by now but lars has stayed rooted to your side, not inching away from you even slightly.

“okay,” you finally speak as your anxiety dissipates little by little, “the first time i encountered a version of you was in godheim—the same universe where in passing took place,” lars nods at this as if to say he’s familiar with it before you continue, “in that world, you’re the emperor.”

“the male lead in your manga?” lars asks but before you can express any confirmation, the curiosity in his face is already morphing into smugness, clearly pleased with this piece of revelation. “so you’ve been drawing me before you even knew i exist? that could only mean one thing—we’re meant to be.”

“don’t be so sure,” you banter, “eden lars was cute.”

you purposely describe lars’s eden counterpart in such manner to see how he’ll react and you are not disappointed. his body stiffens as a frown forms between his eyebrows and the hand that was so lovingly tracing the outline of yours comes to an abrupt halt. you stifle a grin to stay in character, pointing at the little pot of succulent sitting on your windowsill. “he actually gave me that cactus before i left.”

“i didn’t know you liked such things,” lars responds in a level voice but had you not known him enough, you wouldn’t have caught the hint of competitiveness right underneath. you can almost imagine him sizing his eden variant up if they ever met.

“i mean…” you shrug, feigning obliviousness to his current demeanor, “i can appreciate them.”

lars simply nods, mentally taking notes of your preference as if being your lover is the most important role he’s ever taken on and he wishes to fulfill it with utmost diligence. you can’t help but fall into a fit of giggles.

“you’re cute when you get jealous,” you tease, “don’t worry. he’s not that good of a fighter.”

“lame,” he jabs, though his tone is more playful than hostile. still, you lightly slap his arm with your free hand, making him chortle. “who else did you meet?”

“there’s… the governor,” you answer more seriously, your spirits now dampened as you deliberately utter the title of his parallel from the infinite empire like you’re testing the words on your tongue. “i haven’t met him but from what cael tells me, he’s cunning and manipulative. he’s part of the empire responsible for harvesting emotions from multiple worlds.”

for a brief moment, lars takes in the new information. in your desire to be fully transparent with him, you quickly add before you forget, “cael used to be one of them but he had a change of heart.”

lars lets out a scoff. “that explains why mr. anselm isn’t so fond of me.”

“he’s just being protective of me,” you placate him, though you’re secretly amused by his grumbling.

“too protective. i could’ve sworn he was gonna push me off the boat the day we met.”

you only grin at his dramatics but lars doesn’t feel the need to say anything else either. he simply basks in your mirth, letting it send a wave of tranquility through his veins to subdue the guilt that was bubbling up inside him. he can’t stomach the idea that there exists a universe where “he” would put you in harm’s way. like the fault of another lars is just as much as his.

lars mentally kicks himself for being presumptuous, too confident in his own capabilities to be useful regardless of the situation. if only he knew what you were facing, he usually thought to himself, failing to realize that in the end, even someone as powerful as him still has his limits.

it’s a lesson he should’ve learned from the very first time you disappeared. it should’ve humbled him enough to feel gratitude towards cael for protecting you. and he does. but there’s a nagging thought that fills his head, perfectly encapsulating his conflicting emotions into words—lars wishes it was him by your side through all of it. it’s what any loving boyfriend would want, he tells himself but deep down, he’s aware that his desire to be needed by you, while it comes from a place of love, also stems from a place of pride.

if this is the pride they talk about in the bible, he will never repent.

“cael wouldn’t let anything happen to me,” you console lars as if you can discern his predicament, “you can trust him.”

“i know,” he agrees, not dwelling on his worries any further. these are the cards fate has already dealt him with—if he can’t follow you to another world, he’ll stay with you in this one. “thank you for telling me all of this.”

“are you upset?” you cautiously ask.

lars ponders for a moment before shaking his head. “i think if i were in your situation, i would’ve also kept it from you for your sake. however...” there’s a brief pause when he sighs then he’s forming his next words with care. “i also think that you would’ve wanted me to tell you if i were to run off to another world again.”

you know that the last thing he intends to do is question your conscience but he’s not wrong. you can’t even imagine how you would cope if you were in his place.

“can you promise me something?” lars speaks again, his voice now uncharacteristically soft and fragile like his heart could crumble any moment.

“anything.”

“if something comes up and you need to travel again, please tell me,” he asks—no. pleads. he’s pleading with you. something someone as self-assured as lars rorschach rarely does. “i know i can’t stop you from leaving but i need to know where you go when i can’t follow you. i don’t want to see the day when something happens to you and i’ll be the last to know because i had no clue where you were.”

at his frantic state, you try to reassure him but even your own voice is quivering now. “you don’t have to worry about me.”

“i’ll always worry about you,” lars reasons with you, almost chuckling at the ridiculousness of your statement. “even if you’re just out shopping for cat food and i don’t hear from you for a few hours, i’ll worry about you. because i love you.”

you’ve heard those three words spoken straight from his lips countless times but there’s an earnestness in his voice that presents you with a new depth of his love, its current stronger than ever and yet it only makes you braver—you know he’ll always carry you ashore.

tears begin prick your eyes but your chest feels lighter despite being filled to the brim with adoration for the man before you. and you think maybe this is it.

this is what your mom’s sacrifice all comes down to—from meeting your father and learning about love, to putting her life on the line and entrusting cael with the responsibility to preserve your innocence, all so you can learn about it too and live out moments like this. moments that make you ultimately human.

i promise. the words fail to escape your lips as you’re no longer able to contain your emotions but lars hears you anyway. he gently swipes away your tears, pressing soft kisses across your skin before he’s wrapping you in his arms, the safest place this world can offer you.

“i love you,” you tell him through your sniffles. it’s a wet and broken declaration but you mean it all the same.

“more than eden lars?” he jokes, pulling a hearty laugh out of you.

“much.” you close the distance that separates you, muffling his own laughter with a kiss. for a moment, you pull away as you promise, “you’re the only lars for me.”

this time, lars takes it upon himself to bring your lips together, the tenderness of his action fully contrasting his passionate kisses like he’s communicating a wordless vow.

maybe in the future, he’ll find a way to travel with you through time and space but for now, every piece of his heart is yours to keep, along with his undying optimism that no matter how far your journey takes you, his love will guide you back home where he’ll be waiting endlessly.

#pushing my eden lars agenda 🙂‍↕️#if eden lars has a million fans i am one of them #if eden lars has ten fans i am one of them #if eden lars has one fan then that is me #if eden lars has no fans then i am no longer on earth #if the world is against eden lars then i am against the world #for all time #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #lovebrush x reader #lbc x reader #lovebrush lars #lars rorschach #lars rorschach x reader #lars x reader

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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

#i did not realize this has gone past 10k notes thank you sm omg?????

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