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Honestly,

I've been thinking about it a lot since the beginning of the release of Theory of Love, but there are scenes (at least in the first two episodes) in which I feel like I'm not looking at Khai and Third, but Off and Gun. Like the most domestic ones.

Or just when they look at each other.

Has anyone felt this too?

Like... During that amazing scene of "sharing bodies" (Those who saw it know what I'm refering to), when they looked at each other, I actually got goosebump and thought "wow, am I looking at Khai and Third or Off and Gun? They look... so much in love with each other..."

I'm very confused.

I dunno how to take gif but me and my throwing knives are ready

don't even know what we fighting but bloodshed's bloodshed I guESS

Silently you stared at your best friend, trying to absorb everything they had just told you.

“You’re……you’re certain?” You asked hesitantly.

Frantically your friend nodded, clutching tightly at their shirt as they fought back tears. The sight made your chest ache, though you couldn’t blame them for it. After all they had been through, and everything that was happening now, you were surprised they were holding up so well at all.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you rubbed your hand over your face, heart aching at the sight of their fear, their fear of you, of your reaction. Your heart only ached even more as you opened your arms to them, seeing their genuine shock at the display of acceptance. Bitterly you swallowed back your anger, wishing you could get revenge on every one who had betrayed them, but knowing that your friend needed you to be with them right now.

As they practically folded themselves into your chest, body trembling, you rubbed your hands up and down their back, absently taking in the new chill of their body, the chill that would now forever be a part of them.

“We’ll figure it out together, alright? I’m not going anywhere…. We can get through this” You promised firmly.

You pretended not to hear the rough sobs and broken thank yous they let out, as they curled even tighter into you, afraid to wrap their arms around you, like you did them. Silently you wished for every single person who turned their back on them to face retribution three fold for all they had done, wishing that you had been there to shield them from the heartbreak. 

They never deserved this.