Yasuo are you seeing anyone? Asking for a friend. You can't answer your sword. That is not an answer.
He looks up from over a glass of something that decidedly is not water. One sharp brow rises and the corner of his lip curls in a silent snarl. “I have all the companionship I need...” In a bottle, Yasuo adds silently, tilting the cup to his lips and drinking deeply of it.


















