honsim november (2023) - dhalsim x e honda

HONSIM ; social media

the setting takes place in street fighter 6

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dhalsim came back to his apartment after picking up anishk from high school. he took his time to enter the door until he heard edmond frowning as he held the phone. "i brought anishk home, please give him some love." the teenager walked towards the sumo wrestler chef as he closed his phone, smiling at his son as he gave him a kiss in the cheeks. "hello, my chicken katsu. any homeworks?"

"no, thank agni it gives me time to study for the test tomorrow." anishk replied with a smile. "i'll take a break and work on it later." edmond let him go as the teenager went to his room to rest and study. dhalsim went to the couch and sat next to his husband. "i can see that you're upset. are you alright?" edmond sighed and looked away. "i'm fine. i had to take a break from work." dhalsim knew what was going on and knew that edmond was upset. he caressed his husband's cheeks, trying to catch his attention. "no, you're not fine. is it social media?" edmond tried not to breathe in and lied once again to his husband as many times. "i said that i'm fine."

dhalsim sighed. "i know you well, honda." honda sniffled as the yoga master hushed him quietly. "i know you very well." he was earnest and edmond tried to lie once again that he didn't feel like venting. "no, sim... it's nothing." tears were falling on the sumo wrestler chef's cheeks, making it obvious that he was not okay. "no, edmond." dhalsim said. "what did they say?" dhalsim knows his husband too well that something is bothering him. the sumo wrestler chef sighed and handed dhalsim his phone after opening to the comments from his social media post.

the yoga master spotted the comments as he read them carefully. "honda should stay on the ground, el-oh-el... that 'sumo headbutt' move of his isn't even a legal sumo finishing move... are we sure he's not not inflated? anyone try sticking him on a pin yet? and... honda's got the showmanship down pat, but it sure ain't sumo wrestling..." dhalsim spotted as many hate comments in the post, no longer reading anything else out loud. he closed it down and left the app.

"this is everything they're saying about you? who told you all of this?" he asked as he closed his husband's phone and handed it back. "a young fella who's on his sumo training under me. he heard the scuttlebutts and revealed that they were talking trash about me." edmond took it back and placed it far on the table. "maybe i blew it. i tried so hard to find at least a positive comment for me, but it's hopeless. maybe the glory of sumo wrestling ain't makin' it through folks."

he started to cry as dhalsim embraced his arms as he hushed him down. "hush, my darling. you may have blown the passion of sumo wrestling, but the world doesn't see it yet." he brushed his husband's hair gently in the ears, not minding every tear of edmond's cries onto his body. "if you keep blowing up and show your legacy of the sumo wrestling, there are tons of fans praising your inner work." honda's facepaint was all ruined from his sorrow. "oh, dhalsim-kun! but how will i get over from them? maybe i'm not doing enough for the legacy!" he cried. "my darling. you can't let social media affect you. take a break from social media and ignore the negative comments. you have a purpose."

"you're right..." edmond gave dhalsim as many kisses on his forehead, as tears kept running over his eyes. "i'm sorry, dhalsim-kun!" he kept crying as dhalsim kept hushing his husband and brushing his hair.