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A city is a living thing, and like all living things, it has its own rhythm. A rhythm doesn't exist unless it is heard or felt. It's heard by a bartender who can't contain her curiosity. It's felt by two people who can't decide if they hate each other or not. Like the beat of a heart. Or the blows of a boxer. You get the picture. So even on the days off, two souls that pulse in tandem can't help but beat together, whether they like it or not.

> Persona 2: Eternal Punishment
> Baofu/Ulala Serizawa
> Explicit
> Canon Compliant
> Dysfunctional
> Frenemies with Benefits to Lovers
> Two broken people with drunken feelings have two awful encounters and one good one

Mirroring my fic from Archive of Our Own.