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Thinking of Mydei letting Phainon use him as a fighting dummy...

Mydei knows Phainon enough to know when he's not okay, when something is troubling his mind. And when he can get him to talk they do just that.

But that doesn't always work, as there are times where Phainon won't budge and tell him. Too stubborn for sincerity and maybe scared of his own mind.

Sometimes it's both. As Phainon carries a grief inside that turns into pain and rage, and he doesn't know where to put it if it's not into the battlefield. Mydei is familiar with that feeling.

That is also a fact Phainon's never been willing to truly speak of.

And it's not like Mydei can say it's unexpected. After all, neither is the emotionally open kind, or good with words when it matters.

So when push comes to shove, Mydei can only trust their fists to do the talking—or at least get the ball rolling.

He drags Phainon to the training grounds, where there is no one around to make him hesitate, and pokes the bear. Testing his luck.

Because Mydei knows what buttons to push, and Phainon needs an excuse to let go of his restraints, he takes the bait.

It starts with a punch followed by a kick, and in no time they have turned the training grounds into the battlefield Phainon needs.

Those are fights that would make an onlooker think there was some form of bad blood between them. But to those who know them, it would be easy to see the truth.

As Phainon doesn't even wield a wooden sword, and Mydei never punches back.

Phainon ends up landing blow after blow in a reckless, almost suicidal fashion, screaming from whatever is killing him inside. Only focused on offensive, leaving so many openings for Mydei to take him down. Yet Mydei doesn't retaliate. He stops Phainon's hits, takes a defensive stance, lets the blows land at times.

Because he can take them for him. Whatever is burdening Phainon, he can take it. In all its forms.

To make sure he gets it all out Mydei keeps provoking him to go further, harder, all out. "Is that all you got?" "Was that supposed to hurt?" "C'mon, I know you can do better." Anything he can think of to make Phainon not hesitate.

And each time, without fail, at some point Phainon abruptly stops. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later.... His eyes get teary, and he just... Breaks. He falls to his knees, sobbing about something he cannot put words to. His shoulders shaking and he cannot even bring himself look at Mydei from the shame of his actions.

And each time Mydei sighs, mentally making a note to make sure to change the blankets to something softer tonight. He approaches Phainon, sits on the floor, and waits quietly for him to reach out.

Eventually Phainon does just that. Nothing verbal, though. He just leans against Mydei and closes his eyes, not even daring ask for a hug or comfort.

But Mydei understands, of course he does, and offers him one either way.

Without a fail they end up on the floor, quiet, in an awkward hug. Mydei turning his body and Phainon leaning in with his full weight, both sitting next to each other, their clothes getting dirty from being on the floor.

It's uncomfortable, and Phainon's muscles burn from the strain and from landing all the hits wrong. But it's okay, he can get a massage later. His knuckles are bruised, but it's okay, Mydei will just bandage those and scold him for being careless later.

After a while Phainon stops crying, just taking in the sounds around him. The birds, the people from afar, the wind, Mydei's heartbeat. The world is so full of things to consider, big and small. And eventually he softly pushes Mydei away, getting up.

Giving him a silent look Mydei gets up with him, making a wordless question. "Are you okay now?"

And Phainon answers just as silently, offering a small, tired smile.

They don't talk about the specifics of the pain. Whatever it is, now has calmed down. If it really is that important they can talk about it at home later, when Phainon is too exhausted to argue about it or find clever ways of evading the topic.

Someone has to help Phainon carry the burden, make it bearable. And Mydei can do just that. Or at least make it so Phainon has in him something to load the overflowing parts of himself to.

If nothing else, he can do what he's good at and take the blow as many times as Phainon needs. Then help him pick up the pieces and rebuild that gentleness they both know, or at least Mydei knows, is core to him.

He will take anything Phainon has to give. Including the rage, the pain and the suffering, because it's all Phainon's.

And, of course, each time this happens, they spend the night some trashy movie and cuddle for hours in bed after having cooked Phainon's favorite dish and pomegranate cake for dinner together.

#honkai star rail #amphoreus #phainon #mydei #phaidei #myphai #myphaidei #but yeah #Phainon can break a thousand times #and Mydei will be there to take the hit #i guess that rather than a fighting dummy Mydei is more like a stress ball #and he's happy to that for his man #Phainon is Mydei's chew toy and Mydei is Phainon's stress ball #perfectly balanced #the writing is a little very much clunky so sorry for that haha #my headcanons #my bullshit

Milo got the titties pecs

Sweetheart got the ass

#redacted audio #redacted fandom #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #perfectly balanced #as all things should be

Little teaser of the next chapter:

“You wanna try something?” Jason said, voice easy, low and warm, the kind of tone he used when offering Tim a taste of his drink or the last bite of something too rich to finish alone.

Tim blinked up at him, already half-lost in the feel of him, and nodded vaguely. “Try what?”

Jason’s smile curled at one corner, lazy but direct, like he already knew how Tim was going to react. “Being cuffed to the bed.”

Tim made a noise that didn’t qualify as speech—high and startled, like a squeaky hinge or a hiccup through a squeal—and immediately felt his face go nuclear. Not just pink. Not just red. Glowing inferno. Every inch of skin from his neck to his ears lit up like a live wire, his mouth working around a response that never came out.

“Now??” he managed to croak, voice embarrassingly high.

IT'S ALL BALANCED

I JUST STARTED IT, BUT SHE IS PERFECFLY ISOMETRIC. I HOMOSTASISED KING HALO.

EVEN THE SKILL POINTS ARE THE SAME

"TRAIN SPEED" "TRAIN GUTS"

lalala, imma make everyone isotonic 🎉🎉

#king halo #uma musume #umaposting #umamasume #umablr #perfectly balanced #gentildonna

OUAS SPOILERS

For what I'm seeing it's really funny that this version of the krew is like more put together but it has a balance as well, like Torbek's got like his life more together and is appreciated by Kremy and on the other end Frost got all this stress and is not as well trained on his powers so he breaks stuff and has to take medicine for it unlike his other universe version

#once upon a starlight #Perfectly balanced #The guys maybe with a bit less trauma for better or for worse /j