honsim november - dhalsim x e honda

𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 - 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

day 16 of honsim november! bring your tissues!! here's a little short prompt that i had in mind,, so that's all,, i hope you enjoy the prompt as much as i do! :))))

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edmond honda was laying down on the couch since he wasn't going too great with his sumo training. he was sad and angry, more like frustrated on the training since his teacher would shout at him whenever honda makes a mistake.

the classmates were silent about everything that's happened to honda. every actions that honda had to cry on, he always said that he doesn't know what's wrong with himself.

he wasn't alright, but managed to let things all out until he cried for hours. the teacher can't even help honda's feelings. he knew that honda has wasted his training time, so he decided to get back on the bathhouse to cry again.

he heard the door opened from dhalsim, who just finished his yoga meditation. well, he always has been stoic, he's unhappy, unless if honda is around to make him smile and happy.

the yoga master saw honda laying down in the couch as he then went up to him to talk. he wasn't sure if honda is overthinking. he started to smile to see honda again.

— "darling?"

honda didn't smiled for fuck sakes.

— "you again."

dhalsim's lips were dropped down. a response from his boyfriend to the yoga master? something was wrong.

— "just finished my meditation, i was wondering if maybe we could spend some time together in the bathtub?" dhalsim asked.

honda didn't responded as he turned his head and body on the side of the couch.

— "no?" dhalsim asked.

— "do i look like i want to talk?" the sumo wrestler asked.

dhalsim realized something was wrong with honda. the sumo wrestler has been frustrated, yet, the master of yoga was worried sick.

— "are you alright?" dhalsim asked.

— "go away. i don't need you to know how i'm feeling."

there was a brief silence for the both of them. the master of yoga then went through the other side of the couch as he then bent over his knees.

— "what's gotten into you?" dhalsim asked as he tried to touch honda's cheeks, but honda snatched the hands.

— "don't touch me."

— "now you don't talk to me like that, darling."

— "stop.." honda said.

— "i knew it. your day is completely rough, huh?" dhalsim asked.

honda couldn't respond dhalsim's questiom. the yoga master is starting to get a little angry.

— "if you're so angry about it, why don't you ask me or some close friends for this."

— "what..." honda said.

— "i've been worried sick for you, darling. you haven't even responded my messages, and you've missed for how many calls? more than 22 times."

— "i have sumo lessons, you know? what's the big deal about this?" the sumo wrestler asked as he now sat down on the couch.

— "the problem is that you're angry and frustrated. the problem is that you're not telling me what's really happening to you, darling." dhalsim replied. "what if something in your mind bad happens?"

— "bottle it up on your head, easy as a tiramisu."

— "no!" dhalsim shouts. "if you bottle it up on your head and still think about it, it'll make you worse!" dhalsim replied.

— "why do you care so much?" honda asked as he stood up from the couch. dhalsim stood up as well.

— "because i love you darling!" dhalsim replied.

— "oh yeah? how?" the sumo wrestler asked.

— "you are a handsome, yet, beautiful brown eyes with black hair as the opposite of light-"

edmond didn't know what to say.

— "is that enou-"

— "shut your mouth!!"

— "why can't you let me talk?!" dhalsim asked.

— "what do you expect? your romantic compliments that'll magically make me feel better?!" the sumo wrestler asked in anger.

— "so you really don't love me anymore..?" dhalsim asked.

— "n-no..." honda started to shiver.

— "then what's the problem? is there something to do with me?!" dhalsim asked while he tried to touch honda's shoulders since he was worried more than ever.

— "don't touch me!!" honda shouts as he started to cry. he bent over a started to tear up more than ever. it wasn't about dhalsim, it was his teacher's loud angry voice that can't speak about.

dhalsim decided to bent down and cuddled with honda. the master of yoga was so worried, so afraid if honda was crying because of dhalsim.

the yoga master hushed softly as he brushes honda's bun playfully as he keeps on hugging the poor sumo wrestler.

— "you can tell me anything, darling.. do you want me to leave you alone..?"

— "n-no.. stay with me.. stay with me, dhalsim kun..."

the yoga master tried the best to hug the sumo wrestler tighter. he kissed his boyfriend's forehead as he then kept hushing honda. honda cried and cried again, as he then got things out of his chest, while trembling.