Don't make a home in the stars
Xi Zirui looks into Han Yu's guileless eyes, feeling his stomach sinking painfully.
Motherfuckers.
Should he even be surprised that upon creating Androids eventually humans would come up with sexual uses for them? Can an Android even consent?
All of this is so fucked up.
He shakes his head, sighing despondently. "You don't need to do anything, just be yourself, do whatever you want."
Han Yu blinks owlishly, his eyes widening in a way they never have in the worlds where he was a human.
"Whatever I want?" he asks, edging closer to Xi Zirui.
Xi Zirui nods, averting his eyes. He can't look too long at Han Yu's unnaturally perfect face without his stomach twisting itself up in knots.
In so many ways, it's the same face he has grown to love over the course of four different worlds now, but in many other, it's like looking at a stranger.
He's determined to get over that mental block. Han Yu is Han Yu.