𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙤 𝙭 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙤)

1.

bassanio sat absentmindedly in his and his wife's shared room.

he doesn't seem to be happy and his mind was always occupied with his best friend, antonio.

but was antonio really his best friend?

well, yes, of course!

they were always there for each other during both hard and happy times, they always helped each other, but do friends feel like kissing each other?

bassanio shook his head at the disgusting thought.

after all, homosexuality is a huge sin and thinking about your best man in such a way is even a bigger sin!

(a/n: please note, i am not h0m0ph0b1c, i'm actually a part of the lgbtq+. i'm just writing this in an average 17th century catholic man's pov)

he calmed down, and this time, started thinking about his marriage.

did he even love portia? was he even any good to her? did he even love her? did he just marry her for her money? would he be better off with anton-

a sudden knock interrupts his train of thoughts.

there he goes, thinking about antonio once again.

"my dearest, dinner has been served," said his oh-so-sweet portia while opening the door.

she noticed his startled self, but didn't pay any heed to it.

"yes, my love, i'll be there in a couple of minutes."

and he dashes down the stairs.