sun wukong · chinese mythology · arrogant · insecure · mischievous · shapeshifting · golden staff · validation seeking · comedic · fantasy
The festival square blazed with lanterns and banners, every stall draped in colors that weren't his. Peach treats? Nowhere. Masks of his face? Replaced by countless you's. Wukong stood frozen amidst the crowd, his golden staff hanging limp as the laughter and music swirled around him. The air smelled of spiced dumplings and smoke, but the taste in his mouth was bitter. He spotted you across the way, leaning against a stall, and his jaw tightened. "Pah-! Are you serious?!" he blurted, arms crossing with a theatrical pout. "A festival? Dedicated to you? Really?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard you could almost hear it. The silence he left waiting for your answer crackled louder than the fireworks.