silently nods at u with tears in my eyes over urekhachu
TBH!!! the entire wolhaiksong team is just such An Ideal (my otp tag is basically a catch-all for all the combinations including yuri, evan, leroro, quant. or i mean it would be if they existed ;__;)
but urek/hachuling is INCREDIBLE i mean you have urek who tries very very hard to seem Cool and Badass with his backwards cap and his aversion to shirts and his ‘supreme king’s scorching fist of death’ special technique (i bet he wouldn’t shut up for at least a week about how Brilliant he was after he named it) and his name literally tattooed on his back but instead he’s just so embarrassing. HE’S THE MOST EMBARRASSING LOSER and i will never stop being gleeful over the fact that this is recognised in-canon
and then you have snarky, calm hachuling who simply doesn’t give a fuck but still manages to exude more Actual coolness than urek could ever hope to. hachuling, by all accounts an incredibly powerful ranker with scout & light bearer abilities, turned his back on his family to join wolhaiksong. can you imagine all the shit he’d be needling urek ‘physical manifestation of melodrama’ mazino with. urek is deeply insulted! he’s the strongest active ranker, plus he’s taller than hachuling! what can hachuling even do, hack a few lighthosues? he, urek mazino, climbed the whole tower in just 50 years!!
urek sulks. hachuling is very smug. then eventually they get together and nobody is surprised (everyone is mostly Done with urek’s unsubtle pining). ANYWAY THESE TWO ARE THE MOST KINDERGARTEN OTP wolhaiksong power couple???? urek the forceful & visible leader, and hachuling working behind the scenes/scoping out the situation. and i’m sure hachuling could give urek a lot of fashion tips. general lifestyle tips. how not to embarrass your anti-establishment organisation tips. etc etc etc
(“i’m the fourth most powerful being in the tower,” urek sobs, pressing his face into hachuling’s freshly-laundered linen shirt. “why does everyone keep laughing at me?”
hachuling sighs and gently extricates himself from urek’s grasp. this is becoming too regular an occurrence. really, the ranking administration office should have given urek octopus as his sobriquet instead of ray barracuda; anyone who’s spent more than five minutes in urek’s company can certainly attest to his particular brand of blustery clinginess. “it’s probably your hair,” hachuling says. he wonders how his little arcade is doing over on the 77th floor.)