"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Seventy-two hours, eleven minutes, and forty-eight seconds since Orchid last slept. He's been keeping track, apparently. But, then again, what doesn't he k...

Cuddling...?

Shoto isn't entirely sure how he ended up in this situation.

He's never been one for physical touch; even handshakes bothered him a little bit, much less full hugs. A h...

Hanahaki.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to be able to happen.

Shoto wasn't supposed to fall in love. He'd taken active measures against it, actually - pushed h...

"An eon or an hour, what's the difference?"

You and Quirrel, comrades from before Hallownest's fall. You two were almost inseparable, at least, until tragedy struck. The Infection, the sl...