But you turn me muted blue

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/44806765.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: League of Legends RPF
Relationship: Heo "ShowMaker" Su/Lee "Faker" Sang-hyeok
Character: Heo "ShowMaker" Su, Lee "Faker" Sang-hyeok, Kim "Canyon" Geon-
bu, Seo "deokdam" Dae-gil, Kim "Deft" Hyuk-kyu, Kim "Canna" Chang-
dong
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Character Study, Toxic Relationship
Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Blue night, Moonlight
Stats: Published: 2023-02-05 Words: 4175

But you turn me muted blue

by twilightemperor

Summary

Sanghyeok kisses away Heosu’s tears one by one, lips against his skin. Heosu shivers in his
embrace, eyes teary again. “But sometimes all we can do is play pretend.”

Notes

According to Google Docs I started working on this on 21 August 2022, which means I’ve
been working on this for 5 damn months. The dedication I have to sail my own silly little
ship is amazing.

My favourite song: RIO - Art Museum

(If you know me well, you’ll know I love RIO)

See the end of the work for more notes

21 August 2022

T1 vs DK

“Hi,” Faker says simply. He doesn’t really need to say anything else, considering how he’s just
beaten ShowMaker yet again.
“Hi,” Heosu repeats dumbly. “Right. Congrats.”

“Some preparation that was,” Faker laughs in his face. “Just to get beat by my team? If I were you,
I’d be embarrassed, ShowMaker.”

This is all wrong. This feels like the twang in a minor scale on the piano, as if the notes are bogged
down by Heosu’s feelings of disappointment. “I thought we had an agreement to not show off like
this after a win.”

“When did we agree on that? I didn’t say anything. It’s just you pinning your unreasonable,
unrealistic expectations on me again.”

Mouth agape, Heosu’s mind swirls in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said,” Faker replies. “I did like your LeBlanc, though. It’s a pity that your
teammates are all…” he trails off, casting a side glance at the incoming group. “Like that. Tying
you down.”

“Don’t talk about my teammates,” ShowMaker glares at him. “Keep them out of your mouth. Don’t
you dare talk about them. This is between you and me.”

“Or what? What will you do?” Faker teases relentlessly. This is really all just a game to him, isn’t
it? Except games are supposed to be fun, and right now ShowMaker is boiling inside. “What can
you do?” He crosses his arms, taking a step closer. It takes all of ShowMaker’s might to avoid
backing away. “Su-ya, haven’t you learnt by now? This year is my year. There’s no place for two
mid laners. I tried to tell you that, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“Let’s go,” Canyon appears next to them, steadfast and infallible, standing equally tall with Faker.
He doesn’t look fazed at all. He had played comparably better than the rest of the team, so there
really isn’t anything for him to be ashamed about overall even though he’s part of them.
“Congratulations, Faker. We’ll watch the LCK finals. And we’ll fight at the regional qualifier and
join you guys at Worlds.”

“You do that,” Faker nods at him, keeping up the pretenses. “Bye, ShowMaker.”
“Geonbu,” Heosu says softly, ignoring the way Faker sends shudders down his body with the mere
call of his summoner name. “Let’s go.”

His jungler winds an arm around him, tucking him under and in his safe cover. “I knew it was a
bad idea to let you mix around with the enemy.”

“You knew?” Heosu looks up at him in surprise.

“Of course. I just acted stupid when I handed you the gift from Faker back in Spring. I had a long
talk with him before that. I told him not to mess with you. I should have tried harder to stop him.”

“I wish you did.”

“He’s messing with your head. You know that. Don’t be silly,” Geonbu chides, but he keeps his
tone soft. His hand stays on Heosu’s shoulder like a form of protection. “Let’s go back. We still
have a shot at going to Worlds.”

When did it start becoming progressively harder for them to do something that used to be as easy as
falling asleep after a long day? ShowMaker used to be able to win all his battles even when he
wasn’t in his best form. Did Canyon feel the same level of devastation that came with the
realisation that they would never reach the same peak they once did?

Going to Worlds doesn’t feel as exhilarating as it once did. Heosu feels jaded, even. Tired.
Exhausted. Dragging his feet through mud and grime, like he’s on an arduous journey to reach the
top again. The fall from victory always hurts, but he’s alright for now.

He sees Faker all the time. The problem with being at Worlds is that he runs into Faker
everywhere. Koreans teams generally stick together even when they don’t need to, or somehow
they end up running into each other even if they don’t want to. Heosu can feel Faker’s heavy stare
at the back of his head whenever they’re in the hallways of the hotel, or whenever they go through
checks because of the pandemic.

These fleeting moments, Heosu can ignore. It’s not that hard to shelve it away or disregard it.
When Faker comes to find him willingly, ShowMaker isn’t in the best of moods. He’s tired and
sleepy and his brain is all foggy, windows on rainy days with cold air frosting over the glass. Faker
seeks him out in a very hesitant and wayward manner as he always does, approaching him with
careful steps and an outstretched hand as one would to a stray, feral kitten that hisses at strangers.

“Want to talk?” Faker asks. “Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“Oh, you’ve seen me. I can feel you looking at me all the time,” mutters ShowMaker rudely, arms
crossed to look unwelcoming. He leans against the door of his hotel room. “What now? Haven’t
you had your fun? I refuse to partake in your silly plays.”

“I just thought you would’ve come to see me,” replies Faker. The black mask makes it harder to
read his expression. “You didn’t come say hi to me when you saw me at the lobby.”

“Why would I do that?” ShowMaker tilts his head. “Do you think I’m that stupid?” He would
never go to enemy terrain unarmed. If he had spoken to Faker in public, tongues would wag.
Especially some of those young kids on Faker’s team. They look like the kind to enjoy a bit of
gossip. “Faker, I don’t know why you’re here now,” he glances down at Faker’s hand. “Or why
you expect me to go back to you when you’ve been nothing but a rude bastard.”

“That hurts,” Faker remarks quietly. “You know I don’t have a mother.”

“Oh,” Heosu falters slightly. “Sorry. Wrong choice of words.” He hadn’t actually known that. It’s
probably a piece of information that can be found in some obscure interview Faker had once given.
Heosu actually doesn’t care enough to dig up personal information about Faker, because the more
he knew, the more he’d feel bad for Faker, and guilt is not something he wants to be feeling for
someone he knows is clearly toying around with him.

“Forgiven,” Faker’s eyes curl into crescents when he presumably smiles under the mask. “Well
then, am I allowed to come in? It’s cold out here and I don’t have a jacket. I might fall sick.”

ShowMaker weighs his options, looking left and right down the hallway. “Fine,” he swipes his
keycard and unlocks the door, stepping aside to leave room for his companion to enter. He drops
the keycard in the holder and the lights turn on. “Come in.”

Faker breezily passes him, taking a seat on the chair. Heosu busies himself with opening a bottle of
water before passing it to him.
Their fingertips meet. “Su-ya,” Sanghyeok looks up at him with teary eyes. “You kept your
promise. We’re at Worlds together.”

Heosu jerks away instantly, the bottle dropping. Sanghyeok catches it swiftly before it hits the
ground, water sloshing out from the mouthpiece onto his hand as he saves the floor from a large
puddle.

“Don’t call me that,” he stammers weakly. “Stop it, Faker.”

“Stop calling me that,” Sanghyeok says, pulling off his mask and taking a sip of water. “We’re too
close for that.”

“Who says we’re close?” Heosu repeats what Sanghyeok had retorted before. “We don’t have each
other’s contact numbers. We’re not friends on League. I don’t have you on my social media.”

“You always push me away when I treat you nicely,” explains Sanghyeok patiently. “You treat me
coldly whenever I win. So I tried to be mean to you for just once and you decided to take it to
heart,” sneers the older midlaner. “ShowMaker, what do you want me to do? It’s not my fault
you’re in the same role as me. We are destined to fight.”

“Then so be it,” responds Heosu. His heart is numb. This relationship should not exist. It’s gone on
for too long and the feelings are starting to fester. “I’m good enough to fight against you.”

“You’re not,” mutters Faker. “You know you’re not. Your team is struggling.”

“ I am good enough,” he bristles, offended. “You don’t get to talk about my team. It’s my team. Go
worry about yours instead.”

“I’m telling you that they’re holding you down,” somehow Faker seems frustrated at his response.
“Your blind faith is disgusting. Come down to Earth.”

His hands are itching to slap the person in front of him. Body shaking uncontrollably with anger,
Heosu balls his fists. “Fuck you. Who do you think you are?”
“I’m telling you that you need to stop believing that your team is going to make it when everyone
knows you can’t survive. I’m telling you the truth. I’m being real with you,” says Faker. “Why
can’t you see that? It’s just you. You don’t have anyone fighting with you. Your entire team is
horrible. Well, except that jungler of yours.”

“Get out,” hisses Heosu. “Get the fuck out. Do not talk about my team like that. It’s my team. I
don’t care whether I have to drag them across the finish line on my own. I will do it.”

“There’s no need to drag them to victory if they’re good. You know they’re not.”

“Stop taking your anger out on me,” Heosu explodes in rage. “Are you worried about your own
team? Did you read the shit online about how shabby your teammates are and how you’re the glue
keeping them functioning?” He stops to take a breath, exhausted. He lowers his voice. His heart is
beating fast in his chest. The room is beginning to spin. “Faker, you are the same as me. We’re in
the middle. It’s our job to keep the team together.”

Faker stares at him for a moment, and then seemingly retreats. “You’re right,” he mumbles. “I’m
sorry.”

He doesn’t know what Faker is apologising for, but he decides he doesn’t care either. The way
Faker looks hurt is enough to soften Heosu’s heart. “Don’t spout nonsense again,” he tries to brush
it off. “You told me to keep my head in the game. I’m tired of fighting with you. Let’s stop here.”

“Alright,” Sanghyeok agrees. “Me too. I don’t enjoy arguments.”

“Sure doesn’t look that way,” Heosu mumbles sarcastically under his breath. He clears his throat,
taking a seat on his bed. Takes a few moments to compose himself, trying to recover from the
unpleasant experience. “Are you leaving now?”

“Not yet,” Sanghyeok stands up, walking over. He places a knee on the bed, straddling Heosu and
pushing him down.

Willingly, Heosu lets him, falling back easily. His back meets the mattress. His hands are lifeless
by his sides, no resistance at all. Sanghyeok hovers over him, batting his eyelashes.
This close, Heosu can feel how hot his skin is. Their breaths meet, Sanghyeok’s gaze fixated on
him. He feels his own self-control slipping. This is a cycle he can’t escape from. He doesn’t want
to escape. No matter how many times they argue, or how many times Faker’s words cut his skin
and pierce his heart, Heosu somehow believes in the possible fictitious good that Sanghyeok has.

“Hyung,” he says tiredly. “You’re really bad for me.”

“I am,” Sanghyeok agrees. “But you still want me.”

Sanghyeok’s hand sneaks into Heosu’s pants very slyly, palming him. “And look,” he smirks.
“Your body doesn’t lie.”

Heosu doesn’t really remember the rest of the hour, in between the sensation of Sanghyeok’s hot
breaths on his skin, million-dollar fingers wrapped around him and his body shaking as he comes.
He also pretends he doesn’t remember how he tells Sanghyeok he loves him, and the way
Sanghyeok had only ever whispered words of praise and gratitude back.

(Faker was right, of course. In more ways than one. ShowMaker’s team loses in the quarterfinals.)

“Bestie,” Daegil seems like a grumpy cat, scouring around for his pair of slippers. “Do I get to
keep your slippers? I can’t find mine. Why am I always losing my shit?”

“Because you suck,” replies Heosu halfheartedly, kicking his slippers off immediately. “Have
them.” Maybe Daegil will get some good luck next season if he walks in Heosu’s slippers. Funny
thought. “Whatever would you do without me?”

Daegil purses his lips, mood sinking. “I’ll miss you,” he finally admits. “I’m sorry for this year.”

“It’s not your fault,” Heosu shakes his head. “We win together and lose together. We’re a team.”

(Faker loses in the finals.)

Their touchdown back to Korea had been quiet. They had huddled for photographs and pretended
to be all fine. The day before he had a long talk with Daegil about future plans, and then Heosu had
decided he was quite tired of looking through Daegil’s emails from interested teams and helping
him to check which offers are the less shady ones. He doesn’t doubt that they’d still be friends even
if they played for different teams. Practically the whole of LCK are friends in one way or another.

When Faker loses, ShowMaker isn’t surprised. Feels some strange sort of satisfaction, in fact, that
Faker was still reachable. That he could still climb over if he tried hard enough.

Four stars would have been far too difficult to chase.

So he spends the rest of his offseason quietly, gathers his thoughts and sorts each and every piece
into boxes for storage in his mind, suppressing the guilt in his stomach when Daegil waves
goodbye to him.

“Next year, too,” announces Geonbu. They’ve always been inseparable. Where Canyon is,
ShowMaker is — and so they will be next year.

“Next year,” he finds the strength to grin at his jungler. Maybe next year they’ll be strong.

22 December 2022

LCK awards

The black turtleneck and blazer looks rather good on Sanghyeok.

Heosu has grown used to his different moods. Whenever Sanghyeok needed comfort, he’d seek it
out on his own from Heosu in a certain way that ignited strong protective emotions from him. He’d
come over ever so warily, actively searching for warmth that he no doubt knew Heosu would
provide to him in a heartbeat.

Heosu pinches his wrist, feeling the thin skin under his fingertips, rubbing at it apologetically
when Sanghyeok lets out a noise of protest. He pushes Sanghyeok against the sink, standing on his
toes so he can brush the underside of Sanghyeok’s jaw with his lips and twist the fabric of the
turtleneck to expose the pale skin beneath.
Sanghyeok lets him do what he wants, somehow more mellow today. His usual firelit eyes are
calm, fires not extinguished but not quite there, one hand resting on Heosu’s back. Heosu digs his
fingernails deeper into Sanghyeok’s skin, knowing that the older male would not mind much.

“You’re rough today.”

“You’re not complaining, are you?” Heosu mutters, breathing deeply. He peppers light pecks on
his lips, savouring the moment. Each kiss is a feeble attempt to piece Sanghyeok back together,
coupled with loving touches to calm his mind and occupy his focus so Heosu can begin to glue the
shattered glass.

While Faker tended to have a mean streak, Sanghyeok was made of soft curves and gentle edges.
Sometimes Heosu wondered if the weight of Faker’s crown was too heavy for Sanghyeok to
handle, or whether the crown would rest askew on his head, balancing precariously.

“You’ll be fine, won’t you?” Heosu asks, even if he’s not expecting a verbal response. “Because
you’re strong.”

When he finally drops his hands to his sides and steps away, Sanghyeok looks at him with rare
tenderness, something akin to gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you for not treating me differently,” he
says. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Heosu’s heart shouldn’t have jumped, but it did.

12 January 2023

Media day

“Some luck I have,” starts Faker, crossing his arms, eyes playful. “Seeing you here.”

“Hello,” ShowMaker greets cordially, trying not to look too eager to get close to the older male.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
“How are you?” Sanghyeok’s hands are in his pockets. He must be in a strange sort of mood today.
His guard is up and he’s on high alert, like a wild animal looking out for the slightest of dangers.
He doesn’t move closer the way he usually does, instead choosing to stand a few steps away.

“Good. We’ve been trying to make things work. Geonbu and I are working hard to adapt to our
new team again,” replies Heosu. He mirrors Sanghyeok, placing his hands in his pockets. “How
are you, hyung?”

“Good,” Sanghyeok decides after a pause. “Come take a walk with me?”

They don’t get to do that together. After having taken a few steps down the hallway, Bengi shows
up, catching Sanghyeok by the wrist. “We have to go.” Then he glances at Heosu curiously. “Were
you in the middle of something, Sanghyeok?”

Sanghyeok falters slightly. “No,” he eventually says. He turns back to look at Heosu. “I’ll see you
around?”

“Yeah. Text Changdong if you need anything.”

“Alright,” Sanghyeok smiles at him. Or seemingly does under that black mask of his. “See you
next time.”

18 January 2023

DK vs DRX

GEN vs T1

Everyone wants Faker. People tended to join his team for the sole purpose of being able to play
with him. But Heosu somehow believes that deep down, Sanghyeok craved to be as loved as Faker
is. Despite his calm exterior, he really was like the rest of them. Sanghyeok wanted reassurance the
same way Heosu often did.
Teammates don’t make the cut. Their form of comfort is of a different kind, the type that Heosu
appreciates but can’t use to shake off the feeling lodged in his heart. With Sanghyeok, Heosu can
lay next to him, heart on his sleeve, bare bones resting on the older male. Heosu reckons he needs
Sanghyeok the same way ShowMaker needs Faker in order to stay motivated. Heosu also likes to
think that occasionally Sanghyeok needs him the same way — perhaps wishful on his part, but it’s
enough for him to pretend everything is fine.

“That was a good job,” praises Faker as he saunters over.

“I know,” ShowMaker laughs cockily. “Hello, hyung,” he breaks the spell, pulling Sanghyeok
forward boldly before his mind can stop him from doing that.

“Hey,” Sanghyeok leans in, tucking a stray strand of Heosu’s hair behind his ear. “I guess we can’t
meet often now. Your fans are waiting for their fanmeet.” He looks around the hallway cautiously
before giving Heosu a short peck, their masks separating their lips.

“They can wait,” Heosu jokes. “They’ll wait for me. You, on the other hand,” he pauses. “I can’t
seem to catch up to you.” The double meaning hangs in the air, but Sanghyeok shrugs it off.

“Let’s work hard this year, too,” he pats Heosu’s head warmly. “I want to win.”

Heosu sticks close, hugging the taller mid laner needily. “Okay,” he cuddles up to Sanghyeok.
Most of the time Heosu isn’t this affectionate, and neither is he this soft-spoken, but Sanghyeok had
some kind of effect on him that made him that way. If anyone else ever dared to try patting
Heosu’s head, he would have bitten their fingers off.

And well, Heosu found that he didn’t mind being used anyway, whether it be for comfort or for
competition purposes.

21 January 2023

KT vs T1

LSB vs DK
“I spoke to Sanghyeok the other day,” begins Hyeokgyu, voice calm as usual. He has a very pretty
voice, and of course Heosu drifts into a daydream when Hyeokgyu speaks in his ever so airy tone.
“Are you listening?”

“Huh?” Heosu replies rather unintelligently. “Sorry, hyung. What were you saying?”

Hyeokgyu bops his head lightly. “Silly. I said, the day we were having our little event match,
Sanghyeok asked me to take care of you this year.”

“Why would he?” Heosu furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I mean, uh, we’re not close. I think.”
He laughs nervously, praying Hyeokgyu wouldn’t notice.

Hyeokgyu seemed to have studied his expression for a few seconds, but ultimately did not
elaborate. “Let’s go. We should be on standby. T1 is done with their winner interview.”

Hyeokgyu is a gentle person by nature. Gentle in a different way, voice timid and soft and light.
Heosu adores the way Hyeokgyu speaks with patience and understanding. Sometimes the thought
of him falling for Hyeokgyu crosses his mind. Deft would never upset ShowMaker the way Faker
deliberately did most of the time. Deft and Faker were both the same age, too. Heosu wonders how
Faker turned out so annoying when Deft was cool and quiet and charming in his mysterious way.
He kept to himself and seemed to harbour a strange relationship with the support on Faker’s team,
clamming up and refusing to speak whenever someone mentions him.

“Hyung?” Heosu stops in his tracks.

“Yes?” Hyeokgyu waits for him. “What is it?”

“Do you ever wish — do you ever wish you were better? Not that you don’t deserve your Worlds
win, or anything like that,” he backtracks, realising how terribly rude he must have sounded.
Hyeokgyu gestures kindly for him to continue. “I mean, like how sometimes my hand doesn’t
cooperate and my fingers won’t click the keys fast enough. I keep chasing and chasing and I don’t
think I’ll ever reach my goal. It always seems so far away.”

“All the time,” replies Hyeokgyu pensively, “And I think about all the could-have-beens a lot,
too.” Perhaps about his team last year, or about that one DRX roster that Hyeokgyu seemed to love
dearly with his entire soul. It wasn’t like Hyeokgyu disliked DK, Heosu thinks, but there is a
crushing regret that probably stayed with him — what if he had played better, or what if he had
carried that DRX roster to victory? What if he had won Worlds with them instead?

Heosu snaps out of his reverie when Hyeokgyu places a palm on his head. “But we will be fine,”
he tells Heosu. “Win or lose, there’s no turning back. So we should just play the best we can each
time.”

From the corner of his eye, Heosu sees a flash of black, but when he turns to look, there’s nothing
there.

28 January 2023

T1 vs DK

“He’s not good for you,” Hyeokgyu loops an arm around his back, rubbing his shoulder
sympathetically. “You’re muted around him. You know what I mean. You need to stop seeing him.
You’re getting too affected by this loss.”

Heosu bites his bottom lip bitterly, feeling the rise of guilt in his heart. Hyeokgyu is right.
ShowMaker’s colours tend to fade around Faker, and he’s not as bright and animated. Like two
stars colliding and only one can shine the brightest. All ShowMaker has done is lose over and over
again.

“But I like him,” he says stubbornly, finally admitting it. “I like him, and it hurts because I know
he’s playing all sorts of mind games with me and using me.”

“I know,” Hyeokgyu pats his head comfortingly. Heosu wishes that hand belonged to Sanghyeok
instead. “I’ll wait for you in the room, okay? Freshen up. Let’s go greet our fans before we leave.
That’s the least we can do for them after losing.”

Heosu nods, face still buried in his own arms. Waits for the bathroom door to close before he starts
bawling uncontrollably, the last of his pride thinning out. His breath hitches when the bathroom
stall opens, but he stays where he is, crouched in a corner and wanting to throw up after the
humiliating defeat. He prays the newcomer doesn’t approach him. It’s common for everyone to
cry. Sometimes there’ll be a rookie from one of the enemy teams washing his face at the sink, tears
of frustration leaking from his eyes at the disgusting feeling of failure that could never be scrubbed
off. Right now Heosu kind of empathises with that situation.
 Footsteps approach, and the owner stops just in front of him. Heosu peeks at the shoes, recognising
them immediately. He scrubs away his tears, embarrassed. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” says Sanghyeok. “Came to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” Heosu lies clearly. “Go celebrate with your team.”

“I’m sorry,” apologises Sanghyeok out of the blue. Heosu’s breath hitches. “For always hurting
you.”

“It’s okay,” he takes a deep breath. “That’s how we are, right? We will never be on the same side,
even if we try to coexist.”

Sanghyeok scoops him up, resting his chin on Heosu’s head as he hugs him tight. “Yes,” he
murmurs. Voice hypnotic. A tremble in his hands, like he wasn’t too sure after all. Sanghyeok
kisses away Heosu’s tears one by one, lips against his skin. Heosu shivers in his embrace, eyes
teary again. “But sometimes all we can do is play pretend.”

End Notes

1. Said interview is here.

2. Faker was most certainly taking his anger out on Heosu in that one scene because he had
his own frustrations that he couldn’t say out loud and he somehow wanted Heosu to get rid
of the seed of doubt in his mind without actually explaining to Heosu that he needed some
reassurance. That’s some mental gymnastics right there. Even I don’t understand the logic.

3. “Four stars” refers to the number of Worlds trophies T1 would have had if they had won
Worlds in 2022.

4. That one scene where Hyeokgyu placed his hand on Heosu’s head and Heosu didn’t
chew his hand off: guess who was also conveniently there at that time.

5. The DRX roster briefly mentioned is the 2020 roster.

6. Does Sanghyeok like Heosu? The world will never know.

7. Again - for some reason I tend to put in effort for useless things, like getting the match
dates right.
 8. I suppose it’s a good time for me to say that the teams I’m supporting this year are
mainly BRO, DK and GEN!!! Come follow me on Twitter (put a star emoji in your bio to
be accepted) and come ask me questions at my curiouscat (although I’ve really only
answered one question but I love reading the questions but have a terrible habit of not
answering them). Also, I’m terribly whipped for Summit and I follow Team Liquid over at
LCS ;-; and Flyquest!!!

This paragraph is really just me rambling about LCK: I’m kinda amazed how a ton of
players I like ended up in DK? I’ve always liked Canna, and ShowMaker-Canyon are a
given, and after years of seeing Deft on screen (I used to dislike him) I’ve been liking him a
lot in the recent years, and Kellin is a big vibe and I adore him.
As a RuHends enthusiast, I am not used to GEN’s bot lane — but well, I can’t complain. I
like seeing Peanut and Chovy together though.
I like seeing Hena and Effort together, and UmTi-Morgan are forever a couple, which
leaves my poor son Karis being the single one in BRO. But they’re cute. I love them. Even
if they lose or play really badly sometimes. It’s excusable because I like them all.
I’m actually not as enthusiastic about watching matches this year, for some reason. I feel
like I can’t get used to seeing this many rookies. Perhaps I’m an old fossil and I can’t keep
up.

Okay bye. Don’t forget to give me a kudos because this is 5 months’ worth of writing and I
would appreciate some reassurance that this does not suck.

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