This fucker right here (me, myself, and my demons) is sad(/understatement) again, and the only respite, 🥁 iykyk, I have is thinking of Yandere!Sunday.
Yan!Sunday, who catches me, his usually cynical and unamused partner, breaking down in a fit of ugly tears. The kind where standing turns into collapsing to the ground and Yan!Sunday needing to crouch down and craddle me into his chest.
Yan!Sunday, who asks me what's wrong, and turns cold after hearing about my flashback/sighting of an abusive ex that triggered a panic attack
Yan!Sunday, who's heart aches at hearing my pleading "Sunday... Sunday..." and takes it as if they were commands to "terminate" the threat
Yan!Sunday, who whenever he sees or finds said ex will give them the cold, wide-eyed, murderous yandere glare but swiftly shifts back into his regal head of the Oak Family smile to maintain appearances
Yan!Sunday, who vows to make my ex's life in Penacony and reality a living hell for causing misfortune to his beloved partner
Yan!Sunday, who has yet another reason to fulfill his duty to create harmony and peace using the power of The Order
Yan!Sunday, who's ego has skyrocketed, because he would never pass up the opportunity to be the hero that I called out for