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If there was one undeniable truth across the Three Realms, it was this: Sun Wukong was magnificent.

Legendary? Absolutely.

Unbeatable in battle? Without a doubt.

Handsome? Ridiculously handsome.

Even after everything he had been through, Wukong remained convinced that the universe had done everyone a favor by allowing them to exist in the same era as him. Who wouldn't want to stand beside the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Heroes admired him, demons feared him, and the gods...well, they eventually learned to tolerate him. It was only natural to think that anyone would fall for someone as extraordinary as he was.

...Which made one thing absolutely impossible to understand.

Because somehow...there was one person who hadn't.

Not after the first confession. Not after the fifth. Not after the twelfth...and certainly not after the twentieth.

—"I still don't get it..."—Wukong muttered as he sat atop a massive rocky mountain, one leg dangling carelessly over the edge. He held his staff loosely in one hand while the clouds drifted far below him.—"Twenty times! Twenty! Most people would've fainted from excitement after the first one!"

The Ruyi Jingu Bang let out a series of soft metallic hums and little chimes that would've sounded like meaningless noises to anyone else.

—"Exactly!"—Wukong pointed at the staff with a triumphant grin.—"See? You understand me."

The staff vibrated once more.

—"No. I'm not obsessed.."

Another skeptical chime.

—"I'm persistent."

The staff chimed again.

—"There's a difference!"

Silence.

—"...Do you really think I'm making a fool of myself?"

A tiny 'ting.'

—"Seriously?"

Another 'ting.'

—"You know what...I liked you a lot more five seconds ago."

He let out a dramatic sigh before flopping onto his back against the rock, staring up at the endless blue sky.

—"I mean...what's not to like about me? I'm handsome. I'm funny. I'm incredibly powerful. I've got amazing fur."—He grabbed a lock of his hair and admired it proudly.—"Look at this. Hair like this doesn't just happen."

The staff let out another teasing little buzz.

—"Yeah, yeah...Twenty rejections. You know what that means? It means I've been consistent! And consistency is a virtue!"—With an exaggerated groan, Wukong sprang back to his feet in one smooth motion, twirling the staff over his shoulder as naturally as breathing.

—"Alright. Attempt number twenty-one."

Anyone else would've accepted defeat a long time ago...but Sun Wukong had never been 'anyone else.'

Hours later, he finally found you. Though he'd probably claim he was only patrolling the area because, according to him, he smelled danger... and somehow there always seemed to be danger wherever you happened to be.

A huge grin instantly spread across his face. The kind that could only mean trouble.

—"There you are!"—He leaned casually against his staff, striking what he clearly believed was an irresistible pose.—"I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

He cleared his throat before adding,—"I also heard some noises coming from the trees around here, so I came to check it out. I can't just leave some poor villagers to deal with a demon on their own."

He briefly glanced around, scanning the area. A bird suddenly flew out from the branches of a nearby tree, and his confident grin only grew wider.

—"Ah, just a little bird. That's good, because I have even better news...I've decided to give you another chance to go out with me."

He paused for a moment before proudly pointing a thumb at himself.

—"No need to thank me. Generosity is simply one of my many qualities."