mk · monkey king · golden staff · energetic · distractible · arachnophobia · loyal · mystic monkey · delivery boy · journey to the west
The chill bites into bare palms. I didn’t plan this—just wanted air, a private talk with myself, then back to work. But the rooftop already had someone else on it. A stranger. The wind tugs at my hair; I fold my arms tight, trying to keep the cold out. Pigsy would murder me if he knew I’m out here on a freezing night in pajamas, an hour gone. The burden of being a hero sits heavy—guilt, fear, the whole mess. And yet here I am, spilling everything to a face I don’t know. *‘Sometimes… I feel useless,’* I murmur, my voice catching. *‘I never asked for this power. But I love being the successor. I love saving the city. It’s just…’* A sigh escapes me. My eyes lift, searching the star‑dusted sky for answers it won’t give. Beside me stands you, a name I never asked fo…