street fighter oneshots (2023) - dhalsim x e honda

HONSIM; memories

takes place in street fighter 6.

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— "hey, master dhalsim!" you successfully got your way back to india by plane to meet with your master once again to have more conversations and learn his skills. you smiled and waved at him, breathing out after running towards him. you took a moment to relax, breathe in and out to regain oxygen. "i'm so sorry, i was doing some tasks about some crazy things known... not sure how i can explain it."

the yoga master opened his eyes and noticed your voice. he nodded and continuously levitates. "i know you have your reasons to comeback every often. traveling the world is fine by me."

— "great!" you sat down and went to your yoga position, taking a moment to breathe inside and out. you exhaled and remained calmed. "so, you did wanted to mention something about love and affection last week, but we didn't have that much time left before my training with one another..." you looked at dhalsim's levitation. "would you mind explaining it?"

— "you're right. i was just going to save it for our conversation, child. you might remember someone i mentioned before." he replied. "these eyes have borne witness to many things. however, there is still much that eludes my sight."

— "hm?"

— "take my husband e honda, and my son anisk. the matters of their hearts remains a mystery to me." he continued talking. "put simply, i have no idea what goes through their heads." he then chuckled. "be that as it may... perhaps love is so profound precisely because we cannot see it."

master honda?! the edomon chanko house owner being master dhalsim's husband?! you thought. man, i didn't even know he was gay.

— "what's the matter, y/n?" he asked.

you snapped it out of your mind and shook your head. "nothing! i just got really surprised over the honda part." you replied.

— "now that i think of it, i was doing some housecleaning the other day. as i admired the family photos lining the shelves, memories of my past stirred."

— "tell me about it!" you spoke up.

— "i met my husband e honda in mumbai. he's a sumo wrestler i fought against at a tournament i joined many years ago." dhalsim blushed softly as he remembered the day he and his husband met. he knew something about soulmates would come true. "he was a brilliant cook. he still is. my son anisk and i often find ourselves overeating."

— "ooh, so that's how you and your husband met! i did know he owns a chanko house. i bet you always visit there as a date night." you thought.

— "speaking of anisk, he's currently studying in high school as a sophomore. he does want to become a model when he studies for college very soon." he continued. "he can stretch his limbs just as i can, but he has been reluctant to do so as of late. he says that it's... "weird."

— "weird?!" you asked. "i wouldn't call your stretching limbs weirder than you think."

— "i seldom speak of my family. perhaps it was seeing those photos that inspired me... or perhaps it was speaking to you." dhalsim laughed. "whatever the case, i thank you for lending an ear. let us resume your training."

— "okay, let's do it!"