Snippet #11
The hero has a crush on the villain. And his sidekick is there to listen to him. Will the hero at least have a little hope about the villain, loving him?
CW: Cursing.
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"I think he looks cute…" the hero said, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He raised his spoon slightly, trying to find a word to say, then settled his right foot up on the coffee table. The sidekick gave a long side glance before looking at her computer again, completely done about the hero's denials.
"Just say that you like him. It wouldn't hurt, to be honest." She said, clicking the print button on the computer. The printing machine began bleeping and published several important documents for her report tonight.
He hummed, twisting the swivel chair he was sitting on from left to right. He tilts his head to the left, thinking, as the spoon brushes his skin. The sidekick stood up from her skin, striding towards the hero before pulling his ears. Loud ouch, the hiss of pain, and several apologies filled the office that the workers outside might've heard them despite the room being soundproof.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" the hero yelled, dropping the spoon on the ground, but holding the tub of ice cream tightly as if it was his life support. "I did nothing wrong! Let go of me, you vile witch! I hate you so much that one day, I promise, I'll put white powder all over your face!"
"Stop exaggerating, idiot. Superhero has already told you twice to not put your filthy leg on the coffee table." She rolled her eyes, finally letting go of the hero's reddened ears. The hero ran to a mirror, examining how red his ear was before hissing. "Don't give me that look in the mirror, at least I can confess to the henchman than your apologetic ass."
"Damn you," the hero lifted his hand, not even fighting the facts she spitted on his face. He settled down on the black leathered couch, propping his elbow to the armrest, and scratching his scalp. The sidekick grabs the edge of the swivel chair behind the wooden coffee table, then sits on it, crossing her legs. Almost trying to assert dominance, which she adorably failed.
"So the villain…" she said, trailing her gaze down in each body movement the hero does. Flashing a toothy grin when the hero flinches at the mention of his name. "You do like the villain,"
"Oh dear, I don't have a crush on him–"
"Sixteenth time this week, including fighting and flirting with your scoundrel crush, yes." She is so useful with teasing or bullying the hero, but useless whenever the henchman is there to stop her. God, he loves (platonically) and hates her at the same time. What did he even do to deserve someone like her?
Probably failed to save a kitten, but why this kind of punishment?
"You like him, don't you?"
"I don't. I hate him so much that I want to put his head underwater and drown him." The hero said, leaning against the back of the couch. This is how much he hates the villain. But the real question is; would he do it? The supervillain once gave a long monologue about how he saved the villain from a gang. The child's determination touched him and those flaring fires inside his eyes made him remember himself when he was only a young kid.
Long story short, he became the supervillain's son.
The sidekick crossed her arms, smirking like she found the answer to the universe. "You do like—no, love him." She grinned.
The hero's heart races upon hearing those words. You love him. It makes little sense, but why does it feel right? It sounds nice to hear, love the villain. The warm feeling inside his chest coiled up like a bunch of butterflies fluttering freely in the wind. He set his hand on his heart. His heart continued thumping inside, screaming, and telling him the truth. He does like the villain, but would he call it love?
He is the villain, and the hero is the hero. He is the justice while the villain is the chaos. They are on the opposite side of morality. Against each other, never mixing or giving the hero hope for them to be together. That mere thought sent waves of frustration deep into the hero's heart, his fist clenching as he shook his head. It isn't right.
The villain does not like him… Words echoed in his mind, swirling like a maelstrom full of chaos and confusion. Despite the flirty banters and compliments, all of it confuses the hero. Those are the only reasons the hero loves the villain. It is because of his words. The words that the hero wants to listen to every day are near his ears, beside him, and against his lips.
The sidekick noticed his eyes were deep in a trance, almost out of this world as he wandered down to his mind. She snapped her fingers three times before yelling his name. "Hero!"
He flinched, turmoil displayed all over his face like paint. "I don't like him." He firmly whispered, as if trying to persuade himself of a lie.
"It is up to you though…" she said, standing up and patting the hero on the back. "Your head or your heart? Regret or happiness? We won't know if you don't ask." She strides toward the door, holding the handle, but the hero stops her. Squeezing her hand, looking at her hopefully in the eye.
"Do you think… he'll love me?"
