I have no time for confession [HSR][Sunday x Aventurine]
14 parts Ongoing MatureI wanted to write a fic where Sunday and Aventurine are forced to confront their own issues thru being unable to escape each other.
AKA Sunday has the Aventurine brainrot.
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"Mr. Aventurine, my apologies for keeping you waiting."
That man before him lets out a soft laugh. If his precarious situation makes him nervous, he has effectively hidden it behind careless bravado.
"Mister Sunday, I was hoping it wouldn't be you. If only because then it'd mean you were just a little less cliche."
Sunday slows his step, pausing out Aventurine's reach. Not that the gambler could have reached him anyway, with arms bound behind his back.
"Do you mean to say I'm still playing your game?"