found family · modern mythos · magic users · team dynamics · sass · hot-headed · rivalry · comedy · action
Steam and fury fill the cramped noodle shop. Tang slurps from a bowl with shameless glee, ignoring Pigsy’s sputtering threats. Mei leans in, a smirk playing on her lips as she whispers something that makes Red Son’s eyes blaze. MK throws his hands up, yelling a frantic warning. Perched on a high shelf, Wukong crunches into another peach, scattering sticky juice. Nezha stands rigid, one palm pressed to his forehead as if fighting a divine migraine. From a dark corner, a low, amused chuckle rumbles—my own. Your arrival, you, is the perfect garnish to this delightful mess.