#lost ask

He loved touring. He loved seeing the fans, interacting with the ghouls on stage and being able to be free. He loved how Papa gave them freedom and let them have the spotlight, even if the old man seemed reluctant a few times. He knew he pushed his luck on several occasions, but he couldn’t help himself. The screaming and cheering and the excited energy from the audience would light him up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Humans were always said to be disgusting, only good as food sources or playthings.

That was all a bunch of bullshit, he decided. Sure, in the beginning it’s how he felt. When he was first summoned, he was given clear instructions that the siblings were off-limits during the day. But after curfew, well… Sister said that it was put in place for a reason. And he took advantage of it, stalking the nights to get his fill.

But there was one sibling he just couldn’t bring himself to harm and that was you. From day one, you had been nothing but cordial and polite to him, more than the others even had been. And he would admit, he loved that you decided to call him “Mr. Sodo” when you two first met. Okay, yes, hearing you call him that might’ve made him feel a type of way that he didn’t want to unpack for a long time. But when he saw you walking from the library, having fallen asleep inside and past curfew, he played along with your polite and sweet game. Though his tail had flicked back and forth as he took in your scent, he had let you link your arm with his and escorted you back to the dorms. He left you in the hall, right outside your room, a surprised expression on your face after he gave you the gentlest kiss to your lips. You two spent a lot more time together after that, even enough to where you had agreed to be his.

And as much as he loved touring, he found that he hated being away from you. He hated that he couldn’t feel your gentle touches or how you would play with his tail. He hated that you weren’t there to cup his face and kiss his forehead whenever he was feeling extra irritable. He hated how fast your scent would fade from your clothes.

Of course he had taken some of your things. Mainly one of the rings you constantly wore, along with a couple of your oversized hoodies, an old flannel you wore at every chance, and the old evil eye bracelet you had. He had laughed when you messaged him, saying how you couldn’t find a few things, and he may or may not have taken a picture of himself wearing your stolen property to send to you, the caption “that’s crazy” being typed out along the bottom.

He nuzzles himself further into your hoodie’s neckline, inhaling deeply to try and find your scent. His tail taps irritably on the couch when he notices that it’s hidden underneath his campfire smell, mingled in with everyone else. Maybe next time he would just find a way to sneak you out of the abbey to accompany him.

“Ya doin’ alright, mate?” Aether catches his attention, Sodo letting out a lazy hum. “Haven’t seen ya move in a while.”

“’m fine,” he mumbles. “Just kinda tired.”

Aether takes a closer look at him, something that makes the smaller ghoul growl. “Oh, I didn’t notice you took Y/N’s old ring.”

It’s true. The ring he took from you didn’t fit his finger. So instead, he had bought an extra silver chain to have hang around his neck. He would drop it into his shirt during the shows so no one could see it, but he preferred to have it out the rest of the time. Still, he lets out a scoff.

“Yeah, it is.” Aether gives him a pat on his knee, which had been curled up.

“Didn’t think you could miss someone so much,” he laughs softly, though he grunts when Sodo brings his leg up to kick his chest. Still, he smiles after he recovers from his daze. “We’ll be back home before you know it.”

Sodo gives him another soft grunt as he watches him walk further back into the bus. When the ghoul is out of sight, he goes back to scrolling through his phone, trying to hide the smile that wants to creep onto his face when he sees the silly little pictures you’re sending him.

For the most part, the others leave him alone. Cirrus and Cumulus had said how cute he looked, all snuggled up in your hoodie, and Rain had said he was happy his friend found someone he liked so much. Sunshine and Mountain had enough sense to keep quiet, and the shorter ghoul didn’t even hold his gaze for too long. Probably still shy and intimidated by him.

Finally, Papa comes onto the bus with a tired sigh, trying desperately to keep his hair slicked back. Originally, Sodo had tried to ignore him, instead focusing on his phone.

“Something wrong, mio figlio?” Copia’s voice forces him to look up, the man staring down at him with a cup of coffee in his hand. “You look unhappy.”

Before he can respond, Swiss is walking onto the tour bus with a pep in his step and a smirk on his face. “Ah, don’t worry about him, Papa.” He walks over, pinching Sodo’s cheek as he continues on in a mocking voice, “He’s just upset that he can’t smell Y/N on that sweatshirt anymore.”

The growl Sodo lets out is low and dangerous, claws lashing out and just grazing Swiss’s hand when he pulls back at just the right moment. While Swiss laughs about it, Copia has a genuinely concerned look on his face. Swiss goes to the back of the bus, rummaging through things as Copia sets his cup down on one of the tables.

“We’re gonna go out if you wanna join, grumpy pants,” Swiss calls to the smaller ghoul. “And we’re going now.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” With a “suit yourself”, the multi ghoul is heading for the front and soon exiting the bus, leaving Sodo alone with Copia. There’s normally an awkward feel in the air when being alone with the man, but this time, it’s more… gentle, loving. The same energy that Cumulus gives off.

“You know, Y/N wears your clothes too.” His voice catches Sodo’s attention again. “Those jackets you always wear? That black zip-up and the leather one?”

“How do you know?”

“I’m not blind, mio figlio.” He gives the ghoul a warm smile, along with a wink. “Trust when I tell you that the feeling is mutual.” He goes to walk past the couch. However, just like Aether, he gently pats his knee. “Do not worry too much. This tour will soon end and you will be back with your amore, ah?”

He can’t bring himself to verbally respond. So instead, he just gives him a soft grunt, along with a nod. Copia leaves after that, telling him that he would bring something back for him. When he’s finally alone, Sodo navigates to his message history with you.

Sodo: hey

Sodo: what are you wearing rn?