#uvogin

And another Uvogin aesthetic.

Uvogin in a grocery store.

“Hmm. What should I grab to go with some beer?”

He's absolutely incredible.😭

As time goes on being a part of the troupe, you start to realize one of the members is trying to prevent you from doing the things asked of you. This kind of insolence is not allowed, per the rules Chrollo had set for you.

When you ask him why, his eyes shift with shade and he tells you not to worry about it.

What's wrong with him?

Did he start to feel guilty?

Is your Uvogin getting soft on you?

You brush off his intrusion with a laugh, but he doesn't find it funny. He looks mad for some reason.

"What's wrong, Uvo?" You ask him.

"I've been thinking." "About what?"

He can't tell you for some reason. For some reason, whatever it is he's thinking about cannot be communicated with words.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask.

"No. I'm pissed at everything. Nobunaga almost died yesterday."

"He did?" "Yeah." "Well, Uvo, I hate to say this, but...I would've known that if you let me go on missions with you."

"I want you to keep your ass out of our shit." He's honest. His pure heart shines through after all. "You don't want to go on the kind of missions we've been going on. The chain user is out there hunting us down, and you shouldn't make yourself his victim."

You get a sneaking suspicion that your boyfriend is going to die, so, anxious, you grab his arm and coax him back to reality.

"Uvo, I am a Spider like you." You cut through his attitude like your will is made of steel. "I am not weak just because I'm smaller than you."

"Keep telling yourself that." It hurts to hear. Oh, so that's how he thinks of you. Well..

"There's nothing wrong with being weaker than someone like you," you say. Uvogin sounds really paranoid of his weakness. You hug him tight, and kiss him on the lips. "You just have to remember, Uvo...Remember being a kid. I bet your childhood was crazy."

"If I was a kid, huh..." He thinks about it. "All I would want is a good fight."

"You wanna fight me?" You are seriously asking him, and it doesn't seem real. "Nah, I couldn't kill you. I fight to kill, not to win."

"Okay, then maybe you don't feel like being violent. We could do something...Else, if you want."

"I don't like the way you said that." "Trust me." "I do, but..."

You start thinking. And you get a HORRIBLE idea.

You take Uvogin to a store not explaining what you're there for and you pick out a bear sized onesie with frogs on it.

And you take him home. And you make him put it on.

Uvogin is in a frog onesie now.

"Uh, why am I wearing this again."

"Because you look cute in it. Let's have a drink, Uvo."

"But what if I spill something on it."

This is not your Uvogin. That's probably the Nobunaga in his head nagging him.

"You'd let a little beer ruin your night?" You laugh. He feels...small, suddenly, and it makes him upset.

Is this how he makes you feel? The realization just settled in. And he's, uh, not happy about it. But he doesn't have the words to communicate this feeling. Brain fog, it would seem.

"Uvo, it's okay to be a little boy." "I am an adult man."

"Pretend for me that you're a little boy." "Fine."

Uvogin is so pissed off. It's adorable but kind of terrifying! But the rules say he can't fight you without consent.

"Fine, goo goo gaga or whatever. Are you fucking happy?"

"No, try harder." "Uh. I like boys." "You're getting closer, but, hmm.."

"I don't get what you want from me." He says, disillusioning you.

"You're communicating. That's what I want."

"Are you using that therapyspeak bullshit on me again? Come the fuck on, this is so annoying."

"Hey Uvogin, we're having a fight right now. How would you choose to kick the shit out of me?"

"Uh," He pauses. No. No no nonono. "No."

"You don't want to think about that?" "No."

"What if I was Nobunaga?" He slams the table, startling you.

"That's different." "Is it really though?" "Yes."

So you have to ask him this: "Why is it different?"

And he visibly buffers, like he just tried to divide by zero. You've been there plenty enough times to get over it, but his brain fog is much worse than yours because his senses and inhibitions are somewhat dulled from fighting so much.

"...Because," he says. "It just is. He's my partner in a different way." "Really?" "Yeah, what don't you get about that."

"I don't exist at odds with Nobunaga, Uvogin. I love him too." "Then don't throw his name around like you know him." "Uvo, we are teammates. I know him."

"Not the way I do."

"Are you going to cry about it?"

This one phrase peaks his rage, and he does succumb to tears.

While he's screaming and crying, you have other motivations to worry about. "Let's get you some beer, kid." You leave the room temporarily and bring back a case.

As the two of you drink, Uvogin looks distant, his memories clouded with visions of him drinking with Nobu as a kid. Kissing him. And realizing they are not allowed to be lovers. You watch him go through all the stages of grief in what feels like a brief moment.

"Hey, Uvo?" "Yeah?"

You lean into him. "Nobu's not dead yet. Lemme on those missions so I can protect you dicknozzles."

"...Fine. But I have to fight by Nobunaga's side and I can't protect you when I'm with him."

"Then simply don't. Protect yourself and Nobu."

"But it pisses me off. That's why you should just stay back. You'd only be a burden."

"This is not something you should say to someone who's chronically ill, brother." Your tone is biting. Oh, he hates getting brothered by you.

"I'm your boyfriend, not your brother." "Same thing babe." "You piss me off." "And I think you're hot when you're mad."

Oh.

He gets...self conscious. Do people really see him when he's angry? He can't see anything when he's mad.

"Hey, what if all three of us, you me and Nobunaga, just ditched this place together." He says, starting to recontextualize his feelings. Insolence.

"That is a nice thought, but we are criminals," you remind him. "There is no place for us in the world that isn't here."

"Sheesh. You have no imagination." "No, I just understand we're in a unique predicament." "Stop talking like you're an academic. It's killing the vibe."

"Okay, then, we are essentially in prison for eternity." That's all you can say to him. And he believes you.

"I'd bust you out of prison if someone ever took you," he says, and...yeah, true.

He really would. He's stronger than any cop you've ever met.

"Uvogin." Something occurs to you. "What's the full name for?"

"What if we got Hunters Licenses. You me and Nobu. We could get away with anything we wanted." You are confident about this and it stuns him.

Uvogin scoffs. "Are you really that stupid? You think we could be hunters?" "Yeah, no problem." "You don't think the Association would hunt us down?" "Nope, not if we earned our licenses."

You think harder. "Okay, so, you remember that Gon kid who impressed everybody?" "Yeah, the little green squirt." "I'm friends with him, and he told me what the exam was like. We could totally ace it if we cheat with Nen."

"What's it like?" "Well, they ask you a lot of really hard questions to learn about you, but the questions are meaningless drivel designed to make Hunters develop unique philosophies. The real exam is the hunter wannabe infighting."

"Sounds lame." "Yeah, it's really overhyped. We could smoke all those losers in an instant, no problem." You laugh.

"Don't give me any ideas." He's starting to get fired up. Yes, Uvogin, develop the will to live for me.

"If we actually did this, you're not allowed to kill everyone. Got it?"

"Fine." "Good boy."

You notice something change between his legs and it puts such a big smile on your face but you have to pretend you can't see it or he will get annoyed.

"Hey, Uvo..." Your tone becomes flirtatious, and you can tell he's a little weirded out. You lean into him, drawing circles on his green chest.

"Is my froggy having a good time now?" "I, uh...kinda...I guess."

"Uvo, let me play with you. It'll feel good, just two bodies and a hit of oxytocin. You can smell me if you want." You're an actual freak for saying this.

"Fuck." To him, it feels like ripping a bandaid off. "You just wanted to fuck? What was all the other shit for." "You needed some help." "I don't want to hear that coming from you." "It's true, haha."

"Take that outfit off and pound me to death," you say, finally, breaking up the charade the two of you were playing. "Get me pregnant or whatever."