Coughs into my fist. No real trigger warnings. #death mention, #heroxvillain, #yearning, #worldbuilding, #yaoi #tetrotoxwrites Deadly fog has become an unpleasantly common phenomenon in your life. Your rival—a human man with snow white hair and all the readability of an uncarved, water-smoothed rock—has a telltale signature in poison. Primarily in highly toxic gas that you, as-of-yet, cannot find the origin of. It continuously changes in both toxicity levels and the exact structure, but the consistency lies in a few things—in particular that it’s incredibly dangerous. This, of course, is what put him on your radar to begin with. An attack on a government facility marked by countless deaths with very little direct violence. Still, you don’t think their deaths were all that pleasant. When you had arrived, the fog had been so thick inside the building that seeing more than a few feet in front of you was a pipe dream. You only caught a glimpse of him at the time. Sharp and vicious. Back straight, laser-focused. There was something in it you couldn’t quite place at the time. Now, you know it to be conviction. A refusal to bend. It’s…more attractive than you’d like to admit, even though you have no idea what it is that he believes in so strongly to motivate him to such lengths and the crimes he commits. Unfortunately, though, the man himself is just attractive in general—something reinforced by the fans he has despite…well, everything. Something something, the things people will blind themselves to for an attractive man. This, of course, isn’t remotely the point. Your mind has drifted far from the mission at hand, which has you delving once again into the thick of it. As one of the few people actually capable of going into it risk-free (mostly), you’re usually the one to handle him in these scenarios. Which have been popping up with increasing frequency. You kind of like to think he’s using the gas more so he can discourage other heroes and law enforcement from trying to capture him themselves, but you also kind of like to think that he wants to kiss you. … Okay, maybe you aren’t that much better than his fangirls. But you tend to only dwell on all of that late in the day while wondering if you’ll catch wind of him while you try to fall asleep. You’ve lost a lot of sleep over him—both because of having to chase him during the day and because of your own roaming thoughts. You want to know him. You want to understand him. But he never lets you close like that, and you understand why. At best, this is pitch to him. At worst, he despises you and not at all romantically. But something in the red quads, be it flushed or pale, is just…out of the question. You’ve thought about both. Maybe vacillated a little. But that’s for you to know, and you alone. Sometimes, though, you think about how he looks at you when you could capture him but you let him slip away, and you wonder if he knows something. Wonder if he feels anything about it, somewhere in his pumper—in that human heart of his. This time, as his eyes meet yours, is the same as all the last. You receive no answers.
Everybody thank @archiveAddict for giving me the idea. And fuck it. @barackObama you should look at this too because I think it’s funny.
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