#hakkarons

It’s still 21st somewhere on the globe, right--- right?!

Happy First Day of Spring!

Okay nah, jk--- happy 2nd anniversary of existence to this life-ruining ship, please keep up the good work and keep ruining me forever  ♥

Putting the other version here instead because meeeeh 

I CAN EXPLAIN----

sobs I got tagged by hinalilly

and if anyone expected anything else from my phone then clearly, you don't know me

I'm really really sorry for this please forgive me I'm sorry

He had approached him with the offer two weeks ago for the first time, and that’s exactly how long it took for Ron to agree to let Hakka help out in the shop - although they had to compromise regarding payment, because even if the boy said he was fine with it, there was no way in Hell he’d let him work for free.He watched him get ready for his first day at work, dark hair slicked back in the usual fashion, tiny frame almost entirely lost behind the work apron with a sheep logo (he made a mental note to get the size fixed later) but somehow managing to navigate between rows of shelves and cages smoothly and with grace to his naturally confident stride…He watched his green eyes widen as he crouched by the mice tank, fascinated as their little bodies scampered into a corner from the still-unfamiliar scent… and he couldn’t help but think that rather than a part-timer, he now had another cat in the shop.

He watched Hakka work diligently on tending to the last of his injuries (results of foul play his years-long rival in the league pulled in their last encounter), silent and frowning, and he knew that something has been occupying his thoughts all this time - ever since he came to him and the brunet threw him one knowing stare before dashing off to fetch his first aid kit.

“…Ron,” the quiet voice nearly made him jump in his seat and he raised his head, giving Hakka a questioning look - a heartbeat or two of stern staring later receiving in return a determined (if somewhat frustrated, he could tell) mutter of “next time he tries to pull crap like that on you again, I’m going to kick his arse.”

The redhead snorted, but pulled the small manager into his lap for a tight (enough to earn a scornful “hey, you’ll break my ribs!” in return) hug, effectively hiding the small smile blooming on his face.