You, Illumi, and Hisoka were at a bar, the night stretching on as drinks flowed freely. Illumi and Hisoka sat casually, deep in their own thoughts—or at least that’s how it seemed, while you, a few drinks in, were starting to feel a little more loose and carefree than usual.

With the alcohol doing its work, you couldn’t help but become a little more playful, leaning into Illumi’s side as you wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t push you away. He never did. Illumi, ever the stoic one, simply allowed it, as if he were used to your clinging by now. Hisoka, for his part, merely watched with a bemused smirk, taking a slow sip of his drink.

You weren’t exactly making sense, but that didn’t matter. All you could focus on was Illumi. His cold, unreadable gaze might as well have been the most comforting thing in the room.

"Be my boyfriend... Illumi," you slurred, giggling as you buried your face in his shoulder. You repeated it, each time with a little more affection and a lot more drunken sincerity. "If you want i can take you as my husband."

Illumi didn’t react much—his expression as neutral as always—but his posture subtly shifted. He didn’t push you away or get annoyed, just calmly placed a hand on your back, to help you not to fall down, though he said nothing in response. Hisoka raised an eyebrow but said nothing either, watching the two of you with his usual lazy grin.