I can't even hate on the bloodhound boys for crying so much because imagine one random day during covid you're going about your poor ass business, doing your job (boxing), and loving your mom. Those are literally the only things that life requires from you. Then you meet the person you realize might be your literal soulmate after like 3 days of knowing each other. After that, you guys attempt to take down a crime lord, trauma bond over losing almost everything twice, actually take down a crime lord, and finally decide you'll never be separated again in a totally healthy, not codependent way at all (with mom, of course).
Then, 5 years after the ordeal, mind you, when you've really committed to the pact of never being separated. When you have done nothing but be good and stick to minding your newly rich ass business. Some random man comes and tells you to join his evil heavy metal fight club, where people die, or he will steal and torture your soulmate and mom. Just cause he can.
i need to write a fluffy fic of them, for my sanity ㅠㅠ (also no spoilers i’m only on s2e3)
