A quasi-canonical catch-all

[cynicism]

After sharing a bed with Hisoka for as long as they did, some things were bound to bleed over. And maybe it was their bond, maybe it was some kind of empathy bleed, but a bit of Hisoka stayed behind even after his body left. Maybe it was just a dream, maybe it was something more spiritual. But Hisoka was still around whenever Tsuzuki slept, fending away nightmares as much as he ever did when they slept together in the first place.

He'd be here, night after night, settled in a field beside a proper picnic. Sometimes it would be sunny and midday, and other times he would be set against a dark starry sky. But he'd be here whenever Tsuzuki needed him.

"Hey. You look upset. Bad day?"