SITS CH53

Chapter 53: Spring Split Begins

After officially establishing their romantic relationship, the dynamic between Shen Man and Xu Zhouye barely shifted at all.

Upon careful reflection, Shen Man suddenly realized their previous interactions had already been plenty intimate—practically glued to each other’s sides all day long. So much so that even after making things official, not a single person on the roster noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Having gone ages without streaming, Shen Man finally went live for work.

Marching forward in the first wave of chat comments were the gentle, doting mama fans: [Baby SLOW, how’s your hand? Why are you still wearing a T-shirt in such cold weather? You’ll catch a cold, baby!]

Hot on their heels were the hyper-critical armchair esports elitists: [SLOW’s blunder in Game 4 was genuinely massive. Total post-game damage output of 9,112. If FEST hadn’t pulled a miracle out of his ass, you guys would definitely be swimming back right now.]

The shipping CP fans weren’t to be underestimated either: [Kiss FEST on the mouth! Kiss FEST on the mouth! Kiss FEST on the mouth!]

Bringing up the rear were the tireless spam bots: [+V: gidfuids for spicy videos…]

This wild, untamed chat ecosystem was practically a primeval jungle. Before even delving in, one already felt a disorienting dizziness akin to being lost in the wilderness.

Glancing at it for a few seconds, Shen Man figured it would shave years off his lifespan and decided to give up: “Injury isn’t fully healed, can’t play ranked. But I can stream something else.”

The chat responded saying anything was fine, just please don’t boot up Plants vs. Zombies.

Considering himself a very reasonable person, Shen Man said, “Since everyone dislikes Plants vs. Zombies, I’ll just play something else.”

Ten minutes later, having finished downloading the latest trending horror release, Shen Man announced, “Then let’s play Chat vs. Zombies.”

The chat erupted with furious strings of question marks.

This newly released horror title was actually quite well-crafted: the plot, visuals, and audio design were all stellar, with simple controls to boot. The sole prerequisite was having the sheer guts to boot it up.

Zhao Rui had spearheaded the guinea-pig run by streaming it just yesterday. While still in the tutorial menu, his shrill, unholy shrieks could be heard throughout the entire base, grating on the team boss so badly that she dropped a Super Rocket into his stream chat just to tell him to swap games immediately and stop disturbing the peace.

Loading into the game, the player spawned inside an eerie, dilapidated dormitory. Beneath dim, flickering lighting, a corpse hung suspended mid-air, swaying gently in the draft.

Under this exact ambiance, the protagonist had to scour the dormitory for keys to escape.

It was ten at night. Everyone else on the team had gone out on break, leaving Shen Man all alone. For atmospheric immersion, he considerately switched off the room lights. On webcam, the monitor’s glow washed over his expressionless face, lending him a distinctly sinister air.

Searching the room, he discovered the final key hung from a wind chime right beside the swaying corpse.

Controlling his character, Shen Man climbed onto a stool to pull the key from the wind chime. Yet just as he reached for it, the in-game protagonist noticed something deeply wrong… The wind chime hanging beside the corpse hadn’t rung once in the wind, so why on earth was the corpse swaying back and forth…?

The protagonist turned his head, only to see the hanging corpse tilt its head at the exact same unnatural angle, locking eyes dead-on with him.

On webcam, Shen Man suddenly looked up, muttering in a bewildered, deadpan cadence: “What on earth is kicking my head?” He paused, his tone dropping into something spine-chilling: “Couldn’t be the dangling feet of a hanged ghost, could it?”

[AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!]

[AHHHHHH! WTF!!]

[SW, ACT LIKE A DECENT HUMAN BEING PLEASE AAAAAHHH!]

If the chat could emit audio, the room would be drowning in a chorus of blood-curdling screams. It even drew a prompt from the platform moderator: [Streamer, please conduct standard gameplay and refrain from deliberately creating horror panic.]

Shen Man let out a faint scoff: “Can you guys handle it or not? Want me to keep playing?”

Viewers were used to the chat startling streamers; they had never seen a streamer deliberately terrify their own chat. Recovering from the fright, they cursed Shen Man for being utterly shameless, asking how he could treat his bread-and-butter viewers with such cruelty.

“I’m truly not scared,” Shen Man said. “Did someone actually get spooked?”

[There’s someone behind you.]

The chat spammed the message relentlessly.

Refusing to buy it for a second, Shen Man scoffed dismissively: “Right, right, the freshly hanged corpse is standing right behind me.”

[Bro, there is ACTUALLY someone there! Turn around and look!]

The chat went completely berserk.

Shen Man said, “You think I’ll fall for your tricks and turn around?” Clicking the stream link, he opened his own broadcast window: “Since you guys can see someone, I should be able to see it too.”

The smirk froze on his lips the moment the stream window loaded. Through his webcam preview, standing not far behind his chair, a figure was indeed standing there. Bathed in shadow, the person’s features were obscured, discernible only as a vague, looming silhouette.

Shen Man: “…”

Chat: [AAAAAAAH HIS FACE CHANGED! HOLY SHIT THERE REALLY IS SOMEONE AAAAAAAAH!]

Shen Man didn’t look back. He felt that turning around right now would make him look like the doomed protagonist of a horror flick, getting his head lopped off the very next second. Pulling out his phone, he quietly shot a message to Xu Zhouye:

— Where are you?
— What’s up, ge?
— Need your help with something.
— What is it?
— Feels like another weird person broke into the base.

The message had barely been sent when Shen Man saw the figure standing behind him move. Live streams had broadcast latency; countless horrific scenarios flashed through his mind, even dragging up the memory of the stalker standing by his bedside wielding a blade.

Shen Man didn’t fear ghosts, but he genuinely feared another psycho breaching the base.

The silhouette now stood squarely behind his chair. Shen Man’s entire body seized up taut. Before he could react, a gentle hand rested softly on his shoulder.

“Ge, what are you doing looking so tense?” That familiar voice instantly melted the stiffness from Shen Man’s frame.

Sure enough, the person standing behind him was Xu Zhouye.

Helpless, Shen Man turned around: “Why were you standing behind me without making a sound?”

Holding an ice pop in his mouth, Xu Zhouye looked thoroughly innocent: “Got a craving after showering, so I grabbed an ice pop from the kitchen. Saw you still in the training room, so I stood behind you to watch for a bit, afraid of disturbing you.”

Reasonable. Far too reasonable. The sheer airtight logic left Shen Man completely speechless.

“Aren’t you scared playing this in the dead of night?” Xu Zhouye asked.

“Not scared,” Shen Man said. “Are you?”

Xu Zhouye: “Uhm… it’s alright, I guess.”

Shen Man said, “The viewers are complaining that I’m not scared enough. How about you take the controls, and I’ll watch from behind?”

Xu Zhouye agreed generously: “Sure.”

The chat could clearly tell the two shared a stellar relationship, grumbling sourly that SLOW must have subjugated poor FEST through brute violence, rendering him incapable of rebellion.

Other viewers disagreed: [If he subjugated him with anything, I bet SLOW used his face. That explanation makes far more sense.]

[Forget the face, the body works just as well.]

[Just sitting right on him until FEST can’t move, right?]

[Where are the mods? How did I suddenly get merged onto the highway express lane??]

As it turned out, Xu Zhouye possessed plenty of courage as well, offering zero comedic jump scares. The two even casually began debating where to head out for late-night snacks later.

Terrorized for half the evening, the chat ground their teeth in bitter frustration.

Naturally, some found pure bliss: who could begin to fathom the sheer ecstasy coursing through the Man Tian Bian Ye CP fans right now?

[AHHHH! MY SHIP IS CANON!!]

[MAN TIAN BIAN YE! LOVE HAS NO COUNTERPLAY!]

Having terrorized his viewers for a few hours, Shen Man felt his karmic debt was satisfied and prepared to happily sign off.

Infuriated, the chat threatened to report his stream. Shen Man asked what they could possibly report him for, and the chat declared they would report him for “coercive forced-romance with Xu Zhouye.”

Shen Man: “…” Where on earth do you people learn such feral terminology?

Whether the reports would succeed Shen Man neither knew nor cared. In any case, his mandatory streaming quota for the month was officially met.

Wait—my apologies, let me continue directly from Chapter 53’s actual text:

After officially establishing their romantic relationship, the dynamic between Shen Man and Xu Zhouye barely shifted at all.

Upon careful reflection, Shen Man suddenly realized their previous interactions had already been plenty intimate—practically glued to each other’s sides all day long. So much so that even after making things official, not a single person on the roster noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Having gone ages without streaming, Shen Man finally went live for work.

[Finally streaming! Thought this guy went back to his hometown to get married.]

[It has been 42 days, 1,008 hours, 60,480 minutes, and 3,628,800 seconds since the last stream.]

[No worries bros, he has to make up his hours this month, can’t escape a single day.]

[Didn’t even stream on your birthday a few days ago? Wanted to send you rockets, you little brat.]

[Happy birthday, SLOW.]

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, or perhaps touched by the well-wishes, Shen Man said gently: “Thank you for the wishes. Hope you’re all happy too.”

The chat immediately exploded with furious strings of question marks:

[???????]

[What’s wrong with him? Did he take the wrong medicine?]

[Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! That’s definitely Zhao Rui wearing a Shen Man mask!]

[Is this a prerecorded VOD? Is it?! Definitely a VOD!!]

Shen Man: “…” Apologies, he forgot his viewers were total masochists.

Queuing up for ranked, while waiting in matchmaking, Liu Shishi suddenly burst through the door: “Captain!! Check Weibo trending searches!!”

Shen Man lifted his gaze, asking what happened.

“Caught kissing right outside the base gates!” Liu Shishi shouted.

Hearing those words, the memory of what happened between him and Xu Zhouye outside the base gates flashed immediately before Shen Man’s eyes. Knitting his brows slightly, his mind raced through several options before settling on a plan—his reputation in the HCC was already poor anyway, so he might as well claim he forced Xu Zhouye into dating him to shield the kid’s career from any fallout.

Clicking into the trending topic, he indeed saw the headline about being photographed kissing outside the base.

Except… why was the person in the photo Zhao Rui?

Could someone have mistaken Xu Zhouye for Zhao Rui?

Tapping into the post, Shen Man examined the attached photo.

It really was Zhao Rui, and the other person wasn’t Shen Man either, but someone whose face wasn’t clearly visible. Zhao Rui stood around 1.7 meters tall, while the partner appeared half a head taller, sporting a waterfall of long hair. Though their face was obscured, their overall aura looked quite refined, head tilted downward with their cheek pressed intimately against Zhao Rui’s.

Shen Man: “…” Scared him half to death.

Liu Shishi exclaimed: “Zhao Rui actually started dating in secret!!”

Shen Man asked, “Where is he?”

Liu Shishi said, “No idea where he ran off to.”

The trending tag ranked low with minimal discussion—hardly a scandal, merely piquing fans’ curiosity. After all, the rumor that Zhao Rui was gay had circulated widely throughout the entire esports scene…

Reassured, Shen Man resumed his ranked queue. Two games later, the man of the hour, Zhao Rui, strolled into the training room yawning.

The instant he stepped inside, every pair of eyes in the room locked squarely onto him.

“Why are you all staring at me?” Zhao Rui asked, baffled.

“Pretty slick, bro! When did you start dating on the sly?!” Xu Xiaochong lunged over, throwing an arm around Zhao Rui’s neck; his two-hundred-pound frame nearly choked the air straight out of Zhao Rui’s lungs.

Zhao Rui wheezed frantically: “Can’t breathe, bro!”

Xu Xiaochong refused to let go. Watching Zhao Rui’s complexion turn from pale to crimson, and from crimson to purple…

“Let go,” Shen Man intervened calmly before a homicide occurred.

Finally gulping down fresh air, Zhao Rui beat his chest and stamped his feet, taking several moments to recover before turning watery, strangled eyes toward Xu Xiaochong: “Didn’t I tell you guys ages ago that I was dating?”

Xu Xiaochong: “Aren’t you gay?”

Zhao Rui: “…”

Xu Xiaochong: “Everyone says you’re gay!”

Zhao Rui’s face twisted in agony.

Xu Xiaochong pressed on: “Smooth operator! How long have you been together? Kissing right outside the base gates without even bringing her inside to introduce to the brothers.”

Zhao Rui mumbled: “Well, my partner is shy… next time for sure.”

Clapping Zhao Rui on the shoulder, Xu Xiaochong said, “Don’t hide your relationships from the brothers anymore—outsiders found out before we did.”

Zhao Rui offered a sheepish, awkward chuckle.

Shen Man, however, noticed a subtle detail. Looking thoughtfully at Zhao Rui, he raised an eyebrow.

News of Zhao Rui’s romance swept rapidly across the base. As ACE’s infamous champion of disastrous online-to-offline meetups, everyone was brimming with curiosity about his mysterious partner.

Standing firm against the relentless interrogation, Zhao Rui refused to bring his girlfriend back to the base, claiming she was too bashful to meet strangers.

As he made this excuse, Shen Man was eating a dessert Xu Zhouye had brought back. Stirring his spoon, Shen Man watched Zhao Rui with a knowing half-smile.

Catching the unspoken meaning in Shen Man’s expression, Xu Zhouye reached out beneath the table, lightly hooking Shen Man’s finger.

Tilting his head, Shen Man asked with his eyes what he wanted.

“What’s up with Zhao Rui’s girlfriend?” Xu Zhouye asked softly.

Shen Man said, “Mm… nothing much.”

Xu Zhouye pressed: “Then why that expression?”

Shen Man said, “I’m just wondering whether it’s actually a girlfriend.”

Xu Zhouye: “?”

Shen Man smiled faintly: “Haven’t you noticed Zhao Rui only ever said he was dating someone, never once mentioning the other person’s gender?”

Thinking back carefully, Xu Zhouye realized that was completely true. Even earlier when Xu Xiaochong called him gay, Zhao Rui had miraculously failed to refute it…

Xu Zhouye said, “But the person in the photo had long hair?”

Shen Man: “Who made a rule saying guys can’t grow long hair? You—” His hand was being kneaded and massaged by Xu Zhouye; right now, Xu Zhouye’s index finger was tracing slow circles across his palm, sending a tingling, numbing itch up his arm.

Yet Xu Zhouye wore a look of pure innocence: “Ge, what’s wrong?”

Shen Man: “…Nothing.”

Xu Zhouye grinned slyly.

After the Spring Festival, the weather gradually began to warm.

In the small garden connected to the balcony, grass and trees sprouted tender new buds, heralding the arrival of spring.

ACE had matches scheduled this week, opening straight against TKR.

Ever since news broke that TKR had poached inner, analysts and fans were overwhelmingly bullish on TKR this split. Living up to expectations, they had effortlessly swept both of their matches last week.

inner was undeniably a prodigious Marksman—young, brimming with mechanical flair, a dazzling rising star.

Such was the nature of the world: there was never a shortage of prodigies anywhere.

Shen Man’s hand injury had healed completely, though unfortunately leaving behind an ugly, raised scar resembling a centipede along his forearm. He himself couldn’t care less, whereas Xu Zhouye obsessed over it endlessly, scouring everywhere for scar-removal remedies.

“It’ll fade in a few years,” Shen Man said.

“A scar this prominent? Forget a few years—without proper ointment, I bet it won’t fade even in ten,” Xu Zhouye muttered, cradling Shen Man’s forearm while his fingertips traced delicately over the raised scar tissue. Located on his lower forearm, it sat exposed whenever he didn’t wear long sleeves, jarring sharply against his fair skin.

Knowing further argument was pointless since Xu Zhouye could be terribly stubborn, Shen Man smoothly changed the subject: “Did you use my toothpaste just now?”

Xu Zhouye said, “Yeah, why?”

Shen Man asked, “Which tube?”

Xu Zhouye said, “Something like Cheese Snow Top?”

Ever since Shen Man’s flavored toothpastes had opened his eyes to a whole new world, Xu Zhouye had fallen in love with borrowing Shen Man’s toothpaste—eventually simply moving all his morning and evening wash-up routines into Shen Man’s bathroom. With both going through toothpaste rapidly, Shen Man popped open three different tubes at once, picking flavors based on his mood.

Shen Man let out a soft chuckle, carrying a faint, alluring undertone: “Let me have a taste.”

Grasping Shen Man’s meaning instantly, Xu Zhouye’s breathing grew heavy as he leaned down.

When the kiss ended, both were breathing raggedly.

Still unsatisfied, Xu Zhouye rested his chin on Shen Man’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of his hair while murmuring indistinctly: “I want a taste too…”

Shen Man’s voice was raspy: “Taste what?”

“Taste ge‘s flavor,” Xu Zhouye murmured.

Tilting his head back to expose his fair, slender neck—being grown men, he naturally understood what Xu Zhouye was hinting at—Shen Man frowned slightly: “Shouldn’t I be the one tasting your flavor?”

Xu Zhouye blinked: “That works too.”

Shen Man eyed him suspiciously.

Sliding a hand down to rub firmly along Shen Man’s waist, feeling the subtle shiver run through Shen Man’s frame, Xu Zhouye smiled sweetly like an obedient boy: “Though when it comes to matters like this, doesn’t it all come down to individual skill?”

Individual skill?

That did seem logically sound, though Shen Man vaguely sensed a trap somewhere without quite being able to pinpoint it.

“Those with greater ability simply take on more work,” Xu Zhouye beamed brilliantly, elevating the idiom to an entirely new realm.

Shen Man: “…Fine.”

Then let it come down to individual skill.

The match against TKR was scheduled for the afternoon.

This marked ACE’s very first official match since claiming the World Championship last year.

On the team bus, Zhao Rui warned: “Captain, don’t get startled when you step off the bus later.”

Shen Man asked, “Startled?”

Zhao Rui said, “Haven’t you noticed your Weibo gained nearly a million new followers?”

Shen Man said, “I haven’t logged into my main account in three months.”

Zhao Rui: “…”

Shen Man’s popularity was immense, yet his excessively low-profile lifestyle left fans with nowhere to channel their fervor. His recent livestreams were always late at night, bundled in pajamas with his webcam switched off, only making fans crave seeing him even more.

Bottling people up too tightly inevitably drove them wild. Looking at Shen Man’s deadpan face, Zhao Rui realized his captain had zero grasp of the situation’s severity.

Shen Man truly didn’t.

He genuinely believed his peak had been back at age eighteen, and everything since was just coasting downhill. He kept this thought to himself; had he voiced it aloud, Zhao Rui would have jumped up and down in fury, pointing at his nose and roaring: Shen Man, oh Shen Man, do you have any clue how valuable the story of a fallen god reclaiming his throne is?!

Naturally, Shen Man didn’t know—and even if he did, he wouldn’t care…

The moment the team bus pulled into the arena parking lot, everyone realized today was extraordinary. Before the bus could even pull into its bay, a massive crowd surged forward like a tidal wave, surrounding the vehicle three layers deep.

Seated by the window, Shen Man jumped slightly as fans leaped up slapping the glass, pulling off his headset to glance toward the team manager.

Equally stunned, the manager stared blankly: “Where on earth did all these people come from?”

Everyone was thoroughly shaken.

The manager frantically dialed the tournament organizers, urging them to dispatch security immediately.

Accustomed as he was to grand stages, Shen Man still found the sight rather terrifying, silently drawing the bus curtains shut. Before even stepping outside, he already felt suffocated.

Security arrived swiftly, though only a handful showed up initially, utterly unable to penetrate the dense mob. Only after five or six additional guards arrived did they manage to pry open a narrow corridor.

Slipping on a face mask, Shen Man stepped off the bus first.

The instant his foot hit the pavement, deafening cheers erupted from both sides. Fans chanted “SLOW” at the top of their lungs, thrusting phone-wielding hands through every gap in the barricade trying to snap photos.

Even with security forming a barrier, Shen Man was jostled heavily. Halfway down the path, he even felt someone reach out and yank hard on the hem of his jacket, pulling him back.

Walking right behind him, Xu Zhouye spotted a man beside a security guard gripping Shen Man’s coat. Moving with lightning reflexes, he yanked the fabric free, throwing an arm around Shen Man to shield him against his side: “Ge, keep moving.”

Shen Man let out an “Mm.” Drawing in a deep breath, he forced his legs forward, struggling to push through the surging tide.

Yet the crowd was simply too massive, their overwhelming passion fueling relentless shoving. Voices began shouting his real name—not SLOW, but Shen Man.

“Shen Man, wait—!”

“Don’t walk so fast—!”

“Shen Man, Shen Man!!”

Sensing the crowd teetering on the edge of losing control, Shen Man quickened his pace, yet packed in this tightly, even exerting his full strength only moved him forward a few meters.

“Step back—stop pushing!” a furious roar thundered from behind. “The injury on his hand just healed—it can’t get crushed again—!”

It was Xu Zhouye.

His face turned icy cold, his eyes devoid of all warmth; in full fury, his expression looked genuinely intimidating.

You couldn’t blame Xu Zhouye. The mob had grown chaotic and lost all sense of boundaries; Xu Zhouye had even spotted several hands reaching toward Shen Man’s injured right arm. That arm was something even he barely dared touch—he couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen if someone yanked it violently.

Secondary trauma had already been severe enough; a third injury could permanently end Shen Man’s career.

The mere thought of that possibility made it impossible to suppress his rage and panic. Standing over 1.8 meters tall with an athletic build, his imposing presence showed its full advantage now. Seeing his chilling glare, nearby fans instinctively shrank back a step… granting Shen Man a sliver of breathing room.

A stretch of barely a dozen meters felt as long as an entire lifetime.

Miraculously, no major accidents occurred. By the time they reached the arena interior, the entire ACE squad looked thoroughly battered.

Leaning weakly against the corridor wall like someone who had just survived a mugging, Zhao Rui wailed tearfully: “My shoe—I only have one shoe left!!”

Although Shen Man wore a mask, the upper half of his face was drenched in sweat. Moving with natural ease, Xu Zhouye pulled out a tissue and gently dabbed the sweat from his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

Still shaken, the manager stammered that they would arrive much earlier next time, thankful nothing catastrophic had happened today…

“Ge, are you feeling unwell anywhere?” Xu Zhouye asked.

Shen Man shook his head.

Right then, a tournament staff member knocked on the lounge door, and the manager waved her in.

Pushing open the door, the staff member informed them the match was delayed by half an hour and urged them to get ready. Finishing her announcement, her gaze landed on Shen Man and Xu Zhouye sitting in the corner, her eyes widening in astonishment.

You couldn’t blame her reaction: the notoriously aloof Shen Man was practically leaning entirely into Xu Zhouye’s embrace, while Xu Zhouye diligently wiped sweat from Shen Man’s cheeks with a tissue, their faces close enough that turning a fraction of an inch would press their lips together…

For two young men, that proximity was undeniably too intimate. Yet not a single soul in the room batted an eye. Seeing her stunned expression, the manager asked in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

The staff member hastily shook her head: “Nothing… just came to notify you.”

“Alright, got it,” the manager said.

“Rest up and drink some water,” the manager told the squad. “Get ready to head on stage.”

“Has TKR arrived yet?” Liu Shishi asked curiously. “Didn’t they get mobbed?”

The manager said, “Quick, quick, Zhao Rui, go ask around.”

By default, Zhao Rui had become the designated intelligence broker for all gossip.

Pulling out his phone, Zhao Rui typed furiously, obtaining the answer a few minutes later: “Nope… everyone ran over to mob us instead.”

Everyone: “…”

Fair enough. ACE fans and TKR fans were already bitter rivals; even if fans spotted TKR stepping off their bus, none of them would bother crowding around.

The manager remarked sourly: “Lucky bastards!”

After a brief rest, it was time to walk out. Carrying their peripherals toward the stage, the entire squad looked as battered as crushed delivery boxes.

Zhao Rui suffered the worst fate. Short in stature and lacking a personal bodyguard like Xu Zhouye shielding Shen Man, not only was his jersey torn, he had lost a shoe in the stampede and was forced to borrow spare sneakers from a staff member. Several sizes too big, he shuffled along looking like a toddler wearing his dad’s shoes.

Removing his mask as he stepped on stage, Shen Man wore his customary frosty expression, though the livestream chat immediately read all sorts of emotions into his stoic face:

[What’s wrong now, my young lady?]

[What happened? Who pissed off Man-shen? Haven’t seen an expression this icy in ages.]

[I know, I know! My friend is at the venue—ACE got crushed by a massive mob entering the building, SLOW nearly got torn apart and eaten alive!]

[?? For real?]

[Completely real! Search Weibo, there are tons of clips from the parking lot!]

[Just came back from searching—what an insane crowd!]

[A pitch-black sea of people, so terrifying!]

[Yeah, heard zoop almost had his underwear ripped right off!]

[Wuuuuu FEST kept shielding SLOW the entire time, those two are so sweet!]

[Look at how FEST kept his hand guarding SLOW’s waist, I’m shipping so hard!!]