Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Welcome to the request page!

What I can write:

-Ships
-Hurt-comfort
-Fluff
-Angst
-Lemon (?)
-Platonic ships

What I can't write:

-Anything problematic / not in my comfort zone

Notes:

I may not do your request if I am not comfortable with it / I am not able to write the request itself.

It takes time to write these, so please be patient! I am currently in school and dealing with other tasks along with writing.

Lastly, please be respectful to me and to others! Harassment won't be tolerated.

That's it! Have fun with the requests! I'll be waiting :7

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The sound of heavy raindrops tapping on the windows could be heard from inside the hotel. It was another day where it was pouring outside, which meant the majority of the contestants didn’t dare to go outside. Aside from the rain outside, the atmosphere of the hotel was relatively quiet. The air was comfortable, and it made the day less chaotic.

Though, the day would still be chaotic for OJ, that is.

After lunch time was over, Paper was cleaning up the leftovers from the kitchen. Scrubbing the tables, washing the plates, just like the usual. As he was calmly scrubbing one of the cups, a voice was heard right behind him. “Hey Paper—have you seen Mephone?”

He turned around, his body freezing as he saw a severely distraught OJ in front of him, gripping the wall beside him with his chest heaving. He considered his question before answering, “Ah, I only saw him during lunch…” He said, stopping whatever he was doing at the moment. OJ seemed to only get more anxious, attempting to collect himself.

“..Did something happen?” Paper muttered, getting slightly nervous at OJ’s demeanor.

“Not really—It’s just, I haven’t seen him for the rest of the afternoon—and it’s the EVENING now! I’m worried that he’s—” The sound of a loud bang of thunder cut him off for a moment before he continued his sentence, “—Outside.”

“In this weather? Why would he—”

“I don’t know!” OJ blurted out. It didn’t make sense that Mephone would be outside, but it could still be possible, which is what made OJ immediately think the worse happened. Before Paper could attempt to try soothe him, he bolted from the kitchen and quickly grabbed an umbrella on the way, immediately heading for the door.

Paper stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do at the moment. He stared at the ground for a moment before leaving to go find a certain someone. He knew the situation could be serious, and he knew just who could help if things got out of hand.

OJ could barely see through the harsh raindrops that were pouring from the sky, clutching his own umbrella closer to his body as the water dripped from his own body. He sprinted further from the hotel, looking around to find a trace of Mephone. After a few agonizing minutes of running around, he stopped to the sight of a figure slumped against a tree in his blurry vision.

“MEPHONE?!” He yelled out as far out as he could, checking if it genuinely was Mephone in the distance. He sprinted as much his body was able to take, crouching to examine the body. It was, in fact, Mephone. OJ’s heart almost stopped when he realized Mephone was shut off, realizing the heavy rain resulted in him shutting off.

“Nononono—” He let out a small groan before picking up Mephone’s unconscious body, feeling the small drops of rain drip from the other’s body onto the ground.

How long was Mephone out there? But even with the train of thoughts in his head, OJ knew he needed to get back inside the hotel, NOW.

The rain became even harsher as OJ immediately ran to the building, carrying him right back inside. The droplets of water trickled down onto the carpet as he put the umbrella down, still holding Mephone in his arms to find Testube. This was the first time something like this happened, and he truly hoped it would be the last.

Waking up to laying in the infirmary on a relatively soft bed certainly isn’t a very…comfortable way to wake up. All Mephone could hear was static in his head as he could barely make out two figures standing beside him. Muffled sounds of words filled his head, but none of them were able to be understood at all. He clenched his eyes shut, bitterly shifting his body as the environment made his body feel even more painful with every move he made, the lights above him not helping one bit.

“Hey hey, don’t move too much.” The soft, familiar voice right beside him soothed the ringing in his head a bit as he felt the warmth of a hand holding his. He could already recognize who was sitting beside him, not having to turn his head in order to look.

“Well, now that he’s awake…” She paused for a moment, taking a look on her clipboard, “I’ll just get going. If there’s anything else, just update me.” Testube said, her figure disappearing as the door was closed shut. Mephone had a slight understanding of what was happening, but he still didn’t like the fact that his whole body ached. He could tell it was definitely because of the water from outside, but generally all he could do was whine about the pain.

As he took in his surroundings, he tried to see if he could still talk, “O-OJ—...Ack—” He winced, deciding just to stay quiet as he could feel the soreness in his throat. “Mhm, It’s me.” OJ replied, caressing Mephone’s hand lovingly. He stared at Mephone’s tired face before talking again,

“You’re an idiot for going out while it was pouring, you know that right?” OJ slightly tilted his head, an amused smile on his face with no malice behind it. All he heard from Mephone was a small whine, laughing a bit as he did so. All of the anxiety OJ felt was completely gone by now, his gaze went over Mephone’s body.

“I’ll carry you back to our room, alright?” OJ got a small nod of confirmation from Mephone before standing up from his seat to gingerly pick up Mephone’s aching body, Mephone slightly wincing from the pain in his own arms. He walked away from the bed, eventually leaving the infirmary to head right back to the comfort of their own room.

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The raging storm outside could be heard throughout the whole hotel, not soothing Trophy’s worries one bit. With a blanket draped over his body fully and his hands covering his ears, he attempted to wait the storm out. He wanted to go to sleep, but no, now he can’t do that. He can’t do that because he keeps jolting in shock from the sound of the thunder striking. It was pathetic, having to wait under the blankets for the rain to stop. and for someone to come console him like a child. It was pathetic for him to be bundled up under the blankets because of a damn storm. It was pathetic to realize he had genuinely shed tears because of the sounds outside. It was pathetic to know that all he could do was scratch at his own arms and cry.

But even with the rain outside, he could hear a barely audible knock from the door. He could make out a mumbled word, but the word was drowned out by the storm. He didn’t bother checking or replying to whoever knocked, sinking in the mattress further. He would’ve at least yelled at whoever was outside to go away, but he didn’t have the energy for that right now.

The door creaked open, Paper peeking inside, calling out to Trophy.

“Hey Trop—...” He paused, seeing the lump of blankets in the middle of the bed. Before he could question what Trophy was doing, a clap of thunder went off outside, causing Trophy to flinch underneath the blankets. As Paper saw this, he let out a soft sigh, realizing why he was bundled up underneath all of those blankets. Paper felt slightly guilty for not accompanying him in the first place, but it was too late now. He had totally forgotten that Trophy hated storms, taking a mental note of that for later.

He closed the door, approaching the bed and sitting down right beside where Trophy was. “Is the storm bothering you?” He asked softly, teasingly poking the blankets. “What do you think?” Trophy retorted, grumbling under the weighted blankets.

“Hm…well, can you come out from there, maybe? Just a little peek?”

Trophy paused before shifting underneath the fabric, pulling it down to where half of his body was visible. Paper smiled, “There we go.” A look of relief would’ve been on Paper’s face if he hadn’t noticed the barely visible tear stains on Trophy’s face. Paper’s chest tightened, cupping Trophy’s face in worry, “Trophy…were you crying?”

“...No…I—shut up.” He muttered, avoiding eye contact by staring at the blankets. “You know you could’ve just called me to come here, right? You would immediately feel better, silly.” Paper tried to lighten the mood, making sure not to mention the tears. He knew he would just make Trophy feel worse.

Another bolt of thunder went off outside, Trophy immediately jolting and clamping his ears shut. “Woah woah—easy,” Paper soothed, caressing the others' slightly injured arms. With the sight of Trophy in distress, an idea sparked in his head and he got off the bed in an instant.

“...What are you doing?” Trophy asked, a confused look on his face before seeing Paper come back with a pair of headphones. Paper guided the other’s hands down and placed the headphones on his head. “There, better?” Paper could notice Trophy’s body relaxing ever so slightly, getting a small nod in response. “Mhm.”

“Alright, good.” Paper grabbed the blankets and draped it over him and Trophy, making sure they were both comfortable. Before Paper could prepare to properly go to sleep, he felt Trophy lunge at him, wrapping him in an awfully tight hug. “ACK—Trophy, maybe don’t suffocate me—”

He let out a sigh, feeling Trophy loosen his grip immediately and mutter a small embarrassed sorry. Trophy shifted closer, resting his head on Paper’s chest. Trophy mumbled something barely intelligible, Paper leaning down to hear what he said, “What was that?”

“Thanks.” Trophy mumbled slightly louder, his eyes already shut. Paper laughed softly, patting Trophy’s head in response, “Of course. Now, get some sleep.” He said, pressing a light kiss to his head. Paper waited for Trophy to get lulled to sleep first, laying in silence as he did so.

Once his breathing had already slowed fully, he gently took off the headphones from Trophy’s head and placed it on the nightstand, turning off the light simultaneously. He adjusted the blanket before laying his head against the pillow, finally trying to close his eyes and get some sleep.

The storm didn’t calm down at all as the night went on, but it didn’t disturb Trophy while he slept with Paper.

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There was a quiet hum in the hotel. A hum that was soothing to some, but didn’t help to ease Mephone’s thoughts at all.

OJ wasn’t back in their room yet, and despite Mephone knowing he would always stay up to do work, he still felt uneasy. OJ had been overworking for weeks, and Mephone knew that. But he didn’t try to stop him, even if the action pissed him off. Not because he was mad at OJ, but because he was sad that OJ was willing to do something like that just for the sake of work.

So he decided that he would go downstairs to check up on OJ for his sake.

Quietly going down the stairs, Mephone looked around the hallways of the hotel. Like every other night, he noticed the office, a light illuminating the surroundings. He sighed, preparing for the worst as he walked to the door, slightly pushing the door open.

He tried to say something as he walked in, but the words died in his throat at the sight of OJ.

He looked…horrible, which was said in the nicest way possible. He was simply doing paperwork, but Mephone could visibly see the fatigue on OJ’s face and body language. OJ didn’t even bother to look up to see who was standing in front of him. It was weird. With the odd behaviour right in front of Mephone’s eyes, he could tell something was wrong. OJ finally noticed that Mephone was right there, looking at him, “Mephone, what…are you doing here?”

“Hey Citrus, how’re you holding up?” Mephone said, trying to put on a fake playful tone as he talked. He stood in front of OJ’s desk, leaning against it as he stared at OJ’s face. It seemed like he was genuinely listening to him, but not attempting to make it clear that he was. Mephone grabbed his face firmly, cupping his face with his hands. Immediately as he did so, he could feel the warmth radiating off of OJ’s face as a very exhausted OJ stared back at him. It wasn’t the usual warmth you would feel from blushing—it was hot to the touch.

“OJ…I’m gonna need you to answer this honestly.” Mephone started, “Are you sick?”

All OJ could do was let out a small “maybe” in return. Checking for himself, Mephone took one of his own hands and placed it on OJ’s forehead, immediately retracting at the feeling of the heat from it, “Great, so you are sick.”

“It’s just a fever…” Mephone cut him off immediately, “You say it’s just a fever, and then proceed to work the whole day with no breaks? Are you insane, OJ?” He said, with no hint of anger behind it—rather disappointment. OJ opened his mouth to argue, but he felt a wave of dizziness hit him as he slightly struggled to keep himself awake. Mephone immediately went around the desk, right beside OJ’s office chair.

“Alright, that’s it for the night.” Mephone said, picking OJ up with ease as he brought OJ to his feet.

“Mephone, c’mon—”

“Nope. I’m not hearing it.” Mephone guided OJ towards the door, grasping his hand to make sure he wouldn’t faint. “You’re going to bed whether you like it or not.” He said, shutting the door and making their way upstairs into their own room. OJ wanted to fight back Mephone’s complaints, but he didn’t have the strength to do so anymore. He just wanted to go back to bed—really badly. He needed rest.

By the time they reached their room, OJ was practically leaning onto Mephone with all of his body weight against him. Mephone guided the tired OJ to bed, laying him down as he joined with him. Mephone sighed, caressing OJ’s hair.

“You seriously need to stop doing this habit of yours,” He stared at OJ’s drained face, “You were sick, and you didn’t even bother to tell me or get some rest. And then you proceed to complain about getting sick all the time, how ironic.” Mephone ranted a bit, getting comfortable in the bed himself. Truly, he understood why OJ did this, but he hated to see him so exhausted from the consequences of his own actions.

OJ just grumbled in response, attempting to give Mephone a glare but instead giving him a tired look. “I have work, dummy…”

Mephone grabbed something from the nightstand and placed a cool compress on his forehead. “I don’t care if you have work. Don’t you have an assistant? Or do you just enjoy riling me up from doing this—because if you are, congratulations.”

OJ didn’t respond at first, just letting out a small yawn as he settled into the sheets. “I don’t like leaving my work unfinished…you know that.”

“But I also don’t like it when you overwork, so shut it.”

“I knoww…” OJ inched closer to mephone, resting his head on Mephone’s chest. “You know, but you still keep doing it.” Mephone ruffled OJ’s hair, despite the bite in his words. Despite how much annoyance he felt at OJ for doing this to himself yet again, he still felt affection for the other. It felt nice to take care of OJ anyways.

“Go to sleep, OJ.” He whispered, closing his eyes and looking down at OJ’s drowsy face. Mephone soon realized he had already fallen asleep, letting out an annoyed yet soft sigh at the sight. God, how much he loved his man, yet how much he hated his horrible habits. All that he wished for was for him to get a good night’s rest.

With his thoughts still filled with OJ, Mephone fell asleep along with him, still holding him close to his own body in bed.

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A birthday is a big deal—but unfortunately, Cabby’s birthday wasn’t as important as the others. With the…rather rocky events with the other contestants, her birthday wasn’t as appreciated compared to others. But, she got used to it. She never treated it like it was a big thing, and would usually just go with her day normally. Maybe some cake, maybe a few reassurances, but that was normally the end.

Although, there was someone that had other plans. Out of all of the residents you can think of, it’s Yinyang. He honestly didn’t expect to care that much, but it’s a big deal to them when their partner’s birthday is nearing. So, days before Cabby’s birthday, they had planned out something to give to her.

The idea was given to them by Candle, because truly, they are horrible at coming up with their own ideas. And said idea was to crochet plushies—two plushies, to be exact. Candle recommended making Cabby a plushie of herself at first, but she got the idea of making a plushie of Yinyang too. Because they were partners, Candle thought it would be nice if Yinyang kept the plushie of Cabby for themselves, and give the Yinyang plushie to Cabby. He eventually stuck with that, and got to work.

With a little trial and error—along with the help of Candle—they made the plushies! It took a while since Yinyang barely knew how to crochet in the first place, but two very cuddly and soft plushies were made in the end.

And now, all that’s left to do is to give Cabby the gift.

Cabby was peacefully writing away—or whatever she was doing—in a small notepad, sitting on the sofa while she did so. Her peace was soon disturbed as saw someone in the corner of her eye, looking up to see who it was.

She certainly didn’t expect to see a nervous Yinyang in front of her—especially because the word ‘nervous’ and the name ‘Yinyang’ don’t necessarily belong in the same sentence. Yinyang was anxiously fidgeting with the hidden plushie in their arms, quite literally mentally debating on what to say to Cabby. But before he could say anything, Cabby spoke up,

“Oh, Yinyang! Do you need something, or…?”

Letting out a small sigh, Yin pulled their hands forward, holding the small crocheted plushie in front of them, a mini replica of Yinyang themselves. Cabby had a confused look on her face, glancing between and Yinyang’s sweating face.

‘This is for you,’ Yin said first, “...Happy birthday Cabby.” Yang finished, grumbling.

Cabby blinked, taking the plushie that resembled Yinyang. The plushie was mildly accurate, Yang’s side looking pissy while Yin’s side looked happy. She could tell they really did take their time to make this. “You two made these yourself?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing really—just a small gift for you.”

Cabby squishes the plushie a bit before looking up at Yinyang again, “Awh, thank you, Yinyang!” A smile was on her face as she squished the plushie in her hands. While she did this, her attention was caught on another small plushie tucked under Yinyang’s arm.

“What’s that you got there?”

Yang cursed under his breath, forcefully taking out the plushie tucked from under. Another small and very lovable plushie was shown to her. But this time, it was a replica of Cabby herself! She let out an affectionate gasp,

“Awh, is that supposed to be me?” She squealed, her voice getting slightly louder from the excitement. “Yes, it’s supposed to be you…” Yang gritted through his teeth, hearing Yin yell at him in glee in his own head. It was annoying, yes, but at least he cared enough to hype him up.

“It’s…not for you. If you’re wondering. Only that plushie is for you.” Yang gestured to the plushie she was still holding. ‘This is for ourselves!’ Yin butted in.

As Cabby glanced in-between the plushies, she sparked up a silly idea in her head. She knew it would drive Yinyang insane, so she executed it. “Ah—wait. I have an idea.”

Yinyang was mentally preparing for whatever she was about to do, looking at her bringing the plushie of themselves closer to the other plushie in their own hands. Cabby paused for a moment—just to be silly and increase the tension—before pressing the little faces of the plushies together.

“Look, they’re kissingg…” She dragged out the words, specifically to piss Yinyang off, and it did just that. Yinyang froze, a horrified look on both sides of their face.

“WHAT?!” Yang screeched, backing away slightly. His face was flushed—probably from anger—or maybe embarrassment. Surprisingly, Yin didn’t have anything to comment about, neither did Yang.

“Loosen up a little! Don’t you think it’s cute?”

“No. I HATE THIS.”

Yinyang was desperately attempting to hide they’re face from Cabby, internally fighting against eachother. The only thought they had was that this was a horrible idea. Yang knew he wasn’t doing this EVER again.

“Alright alright, you can go back now. I’m done messing with you.” The cheeky smile on her face made Yinyang immediately want to head back, just to have time alone and scream at eachother for planning this in the first place. They sprinted away from the living room, with that red hue on their face never leaving.

If you had the misfortune of being roomed near Yinyang, you would be able to hear the giggling of Yin and the reasonable yelling of Yang. They definitely didn't overreact. Totally.

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A quiet hum filled the air, the grass swaying softly as the sound of soft footsteps could be heard all around the island. Clover had spent the majority of the morning setting up a special spot in the island for a specific someone, because clearly, she had nothing better to do. She had the whole day to herself, so she decided to use it wisely.

With the help of the pix-nix tables and some other…unmentioned contestants, she was able to make a small picnic area! It was simple, more comfortable than fancy. It wasn’t for any special occasion, so she didn’t bother making it too cluttered. Just a few snacks in a small basket, and a blanket placed on the ground. She took quite a bit to set up the place, since she had so many ideas, but the final product was good enough.

She made sure to keep the timing perfect, telling Cabby to meet up with her in the afternoon, just so that they could stare at the sunset while they hung out, since they normally didn’t have

Cabby walked to the area Clover told her to meet up at, seeing Clover’s little butterflies flapping around behind Clover. They were odd, but cute in a way, so Cabby didn’t particularly mind too much. She got closer to the place, stopping in her tracks as she silently admired the area.

“Hello!! I’m glad you made it in time!” Clover waved, patting the area beside her as a gesture for Cabby to sit down next to her. Cabby curiously followed, settling on the checkered cloth on top of the grass.

“You set this up?”

“Yah! Just wanted to y’know…” She trailed off for a moment, “Make a spot for us to watch the sunset and relax for a bit—’Cause I know we both need it!”

Cabby blinked, smiling out of instinct. “I can tell you worked hard on it,” She wasn’t lying. Even if the setup was simple, it seemed like Clover really thought about it while setting it up. Cabby couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her body at the thought.

A giddy feeling went through her whole body, resulting in her making a grin. “Hehe, you can?”

They both shared conversations—Clover mostly rambling on about the past challenges and such—while Cabby mostly listened, jotting down notes for definitely no reason. Most of them were lighthearted conversations, and it helped Cabby to relax after having some slight stress in her system from the past events.

Clover reached for the basket, grabbing a small snack and nibbling on it as a comfortable silence filled the area. Cabby stared into the sunset, seeing the little butterflies flap around in her vision. As soon as she spotted them, she immediately switched to her usual rambling mode.

“Did you know,” Cabby started in a matter-of-fact tone, “That butterflies actually have transparent wings? The colors and patterns on their wings are just light reflecting off of the scales on it.”

Clover paused her munching, glancing at Cabby in curiosity. “Wait really? I thought they were just colorful by nature…”

“Nope. It’s just the scales that give the wings color. And speaking of, female butterflies can actually mimic the wings of poisonous butterflies as a defense mechanism. Sometimes males can, but the majority of the time, it’s females.”

“I was expecting us to have silly conversations, but I guess this works well too!”

“Well, I’m just…very fixated on butterflies. Any insects, for that matter.” Cabby was lost in thought for a bit, another fact popping into her mind.

“Butterflies also taste with their feet, because they have taste buds on there. There’s also some taste buds on their antenna and proboscis, but they use their feet often when they want to determine the flower they want.”

Clover stared at Cabby for a hot moment, slightly bewildered at the fact, “They can taste with…their feet? I’ve been with these guys for months, and I don’t know that?!”

“I guess ya just don’t know your facts.” She let out a small amused laugh, stealing a glance at the beaming, gorgeous sunset.

“Well, you wouldn’t mind telling me more, right? I know you’re filled with these things!”

Cabby blinked, processing what she said. Someone is actually letting her rant? Well, yes, sometimes she has the opportunity to rant, but this time, someone actually wanted to listen! Of course she wouldn’t say no to a sweetheart like her.

“Ah—sure! Let me think for a moment…”

It eventually turned into a rambling session for Cabby, and it actually helped calm down her nerves for a moment. But, the hangout came to an end. Clover promised Cabby they would do this again when they could, which Cabby hoped she would keep her promise. If she was lucky, of course. Hehe.

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Scrolling on his phone, Trophy stepped on the sidewalk, making his way to the cafe he knew was closest. He didn’t have anything to do that day, and felt like he wanted to give himself a treat. That place was the only place he could relax without being bothered every damn second, and it was better than always being in his hotel room all day. He knew better than to let himself rot in his bed all day.

He arrived at the place, the bell above the cafe door chiming as he stepped inside. The area was warmly lit with some fairy lights on the walls, making a comfortable ambience in the air. Soft music played in the background—along with the smell of coffee beans and the quiet chattering spread around the space. He didn’t appear to be the typical person to enjoy environments like this, but his only excuse was that the food and drinks here were good. He shoved all the other reasons in the back of his head.

Making his way to the counter, his eyes scanned over the menu above and onto the display stand beside the cash register. He already knew what he wanted to order for himself, but the snacks on the stand caught his attention for a second.

A small box of strawberries that were dipped in chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate on top. There were 3 strawberries to be exact, appearing fresh and sweet.
The sight of the sweets made him recall a rather silly memory that he shouldn’t have remembered. He somehow could remember that those snacks were Yinyang’s favorite. For no particular reason, obviously. Definitely.

Wait, why was he even thinking about this? He’s not supposed to—

“Heya, Trophy! Going for the usual?”

He jolted back to reality, blinking a few times. “Oh—yeah. Just an espresso.” He said, glancing at the display again.

“Alright, one espresso coming right up.” The cashier almost turned to leave for a moment, before Trophy added again, “And one of those boxes of strawberries, please.” He pointed to the sweets, the cashier raising an eyebrow.

“Really? You don’t normally ord—...” They immediately connected the dots with the flushed look on Trophy’s face, and added to their sentence. “Ah, nevermind. An additional box of strawberries dipped in chocolate, then!” Trophy’s eye slightly twitched, annoyed that they immediately got it, but he eventually reached for his wallet, setting the money on the desk.

After he waited for his coffee, he got the bag of sweets along with his drink and immediately dashed out of the place. The sound of a thank you from the employee was heard, but he didn’t bother to look back. He wasn’t going to deal with the embarrassment any longer.

The door to the hotel swung open, being closed right after as Trophy entered the hotel. He walked through the hallways, ignoring any person that attempted to make small talk with him. He was just going to get this over with. This isn’t weird, this isn’t mushy, and this isn’t a big deal.

He was greeted with the usual sound of chaos in the living room, not it being any different from usual. He looked around the room, spotting Yinyang sitting on the sofa, asleep. He internally cheered, knowing that he didn’t have to deal with him swooning over the act of…whatever the fuck he just did.

He placed the bag on the table, leaving a small note to indicate that it’s specifically for Yinyang only. Before he actually turned to leave, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and placed a soft kiss on Yinyang’s head. Right after that, he swiftly left, going upstairs to go right back to his room and sleep. He had a cherry red face the entire time he went back to his hotel room, and mentally hoped that it would go away as fast as possible.

The box of strawberries was later found devoured the next day, a smaller note beside the leftovers that says: ‘Thanks for the food. -Yang.’

‘Also, we felt that… -Yin’

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