“Being equally obsessed with each other sounds hot to me.”
"Doesn't sound much fun to me."
The god tossed the comment over his shoulder, eyes and hands were both occupied guiding a little hawksbill turtle back to the sea. Above them, the sun was shining, making the water surface sparkle up, openly glaring at those who dared to look.
"In the history of being obsessed, I've never seen a happy ending," Susanoo glanced back at the demigod one more time, saying without any expectations nor provocation, "but if that's how you want to live, go ahead, maybe you could be the first to end happily. "









