characters… shin asakura, heisuke mashimo, choso kamo, iketeru daga, ichikawa reno, noe archiviste, louis moriarty, little johnny, lin ling, rafayel, + your favs !
you couldn’t get over how undeniably cute your boyfriend looked under you. with his face flushed, pupils dilated, and messy hair, you couldn’t believe you had gotten yourself someone like him. someone so adorable and sweet, it was like he was begging to be teased.
“[n-name]…”
you removed his hands that were covering his face and smiled at his adorable expression. “don’t cover your face, baby. i wanna see all the cute faces you make.” and he just ever so slightly nodded, but you could tell the compliment went straight to his dick.
“i’m not…”
“keep your hands above your head, pretty.”
you moved his wrists above his head. you took the liberty of sliding your hands under his shirt, allowing your fingers to rest on his stomach. your fingertips were cold, and he shuddered at the contact, gasping as his stomach twitched at every little graze. already, he was struggling to keep his hands above his head.
he couldn’t help but whine so prettily when both your hands grazed over his nipples. “w-wait—! that felt…”
something was wrong with you, you thought. he was so cute, like he wasn’t even aware of the raging boner he was sporting beneath you. and now he couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling of you just ever so slightly playing with his nipples.
“it felt like what? did this feel good?” you pushed one of his nipples up with your thumb and watched him writhe under you. “it looks like you’re really sensitive here, pretty. no wonder you’re so picky about the shirts you wear!”
ugh. the way you call him pretty, tease his body repeatedly, and act so clueless only adds to his embarrassment!
you play around with both of his nipples a little more, tweaking, pulling, and pushing until a sob finally erupted from his throat.
“mmgh—! i—it’s too much!”
his tears! you felt a little guilty not, but then again, you couldn’t deny how pretty he looked. it was like he was the one teasing you! the pressure on his nipples from you was getting too much for him—he couldn't stop himself from whimpering with a buck of his hips.
“we’ll get there sweetheart, okay? i just want to get to know you a little more.”
There's a ‘painting’ of a person's portrait behind his phone case — a splash of pink, red, blue, yellow, white and teal dancing together, forming an image that is sure to catch anyone's attention. His co-workers (or well, those who've managed to catch glimpses) assume that he must have a hobby of painting phone cases on the side, as the one he uses seems to not be found anywhere outside of his hands.
The subject of that painting is always in a peaceful slumber. The serenity on their face almost jarring in juxtaposition to the vibrant colors that cradle their form. It's enticing — enough to have a few people ask if he could paint a copy for them, too. He never quite promises resolutely on that offer.
But what no one quite expected to see was how... protective the man appeared to be of that image. Always putting the phone down on its screen instead of the back, never letting anyone look for too long and never allowing it in the hands of another. That much caution towards the image of a random person seemed strange — unless... it wasn't a random person?
That's when the rumors of a ‘lover’ begin. Well, what else could it be? A chance interrogation with this assumption from a particularly curious employee had the man breaking out in an unexpectedly bashful smile, thumb swiping over the painting by instinct — that was all they needed to know. Despite the lack of a verbal confirmation, it didn't stop them from sneaking in requests to bring the person who had him so smitten to work one of the days. Their reticent coworker merely smiled in response.
No one quite questioned or noticed the resemblance between that beautiful painting and the civilian gone missing for the past two years.
a / n : X is very yearning and I'm foaming at the mouth writing this P.S : civilian X is babygirl
X was in complete ecstasy at the moment. Not only did he have a day off today, but you, his beautiful amazing girlfriend, ( that at this point he might as well call you his goddess ) were in his lap pampering him with kisses in every spot you could find.
It honestly started innocent. You were on the couch watching TV with him. Then suddenly, you kissed the inside of his wrist, then his fingers, then his cheek. And you continued until you straddled his lap, refusing to let go of him. Not that he actually minded of course. If someone would ask him where he was right now, X would say he was in heaven.
You pressed soft kisses to his neck, smiling all happy and excited while your hand held his tightly. From time to time he took a glance at you and every time he did so his face got even redder than mere moments ago.
You giggled and looked at his face, grinning “You know — you said, grabbing ahold of his face with both your hands — I will always prefer you like this than when you're in your hero persona” X raised an eyebrow, smirking. You were feeding his ego like he was a starving man.
“Is that so? Well I wouldn't mind keeping this form all my life then” You laughed and kissed his nose.
“Would you truly do that for me?” It was X's turn to kiss you, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your hand.
He murmured a tiny “Mhm” before he closed his eyes and placed a kiss to your cheek. You laughed again and to his absolute happiness, you started showering him with every compliment you could think of.
“You're cute, and handsome, and smart and you're very talented and hard working. I love everything about you, you know? Honestly I don't know what I'd do without you” It was the first time that day that X let out an actual laugh. He put his arm over his eyes and sighed “Just what in the world did I do to deserve you? What god decided to send you to me, hm?” He peeked at you and saw you softly smiling at him. He slowly straightened himself, and with a hand on your waist and the other rubbing your back gently, he leaned forward to kiss your neck softly. You giggled happily while it was his turn to now kiss you all over.
“You also make my life much better than it was before. You know that don't you?” You tilted your head as he kissed you more, trailing up to your face and finishing with a gentle kiss on your lips. You let out a soft “Mhm” agreeing with his earlier statement.
You kissed his lips again before sighing happily and letting your head fall on his chest. The TV was long forgotten now. All that mattered at the moment, was the love you had for each other.
tags: gn!reader x hero x, obssesive!x, reader and x are coworkers !
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you've found yourself dazed.
lately, it feels like you've been daydreaming far too much, although those dreams contain nothing at all.
maybe, it's simple dissociation. it never lasts that much. maybe two minutes as maximum, and sometimes, it's just a few seconds before you snap yourself back into reality.
your computer screen stares at you in silence, waiting for you to move your mouse and get back to focus.
strange.
you tried to fix it. sleep would help, wouldn't it? maybe you're just overworking yourself.
so you sleep, the full eight hours, except...that didn't work either.
alright, so the sleep wasn't the problem. what else, then?
you quit the caffeine, less take-outs.
sure, you've found yourself being more energetic and productive for work, but those out of the world moments still happen.
it's almost as if you accidentally conditioned yourself into making better health choices.
whatever, it's not like you used the coffee maker at work anyways. the sugar and creamer always run out too quick.
"hey, what's your favorite show out of all these?" a coworker slips a folder next to you.
"what?"
"fomo's doing a survey."
you look down, you haven't been watching anything at all lately, wanting to get to the root cause of your problem.
"can you give it to bai xizhuang once you're done? you two are the only ones in this department who haven't finished it yet."
you give bai xizhuang a glance. he always seemed busy. unlike you.
a sigh leaves your mouth before you even knew it.
"sorry! but he's like, kind of..." your coworker reasons with you, hands flailing around trying to explain themselves.
"yeah, i got it."
it's not until the end of the day when you actually give the survey.
when you near his table, there's a slight frown on his face as if he was expecting someone else. but his features soften as he looks at you.
"uh, here." you hand him the folder.
"...i don't do overtime."
good for you, you wanted to say. "it's just a survey."
"they couldn't have emailed it?"
"they definitely could have." you agreed.
his hand eventually reach for the folder, hand touching yours...ten seconds..one minute..two...
isn't that too long of a time for him to take the folder?
you blink, and there's a slight smile on his face as he looks at you. "is there something wrong? you look...dazed."
"oh." you must have been doing it again.
you can't believe you were almost suspecting him for being a creep. god, you really needed to get a hold of yourself–
"here." he hands you an energy drink. you haven't had caffeine in so long.
you spin the can around, expecting to find loli or maybe even ahu who's often printed on the vending machine drinks.
"it's x...ah, i mean. thanks."
he nodded, still softly smiling at you.
you walk to your desk and sit down, staring at the computer screen.
you double check the work you've done, making sure you haven't missed anything–
then it happens again, like you're floating in space. like you're halfway between being awake and asleep.
you blink.
...and then the computer is off.
he really shouldn't be doing this on company hours.
but it's not bai xizhuang's fault that you're just so lovely and fascinating to watch.
he smiles, moving your body to his screen like you're a cute desktop pet, clicking on your face as you make those cute faces you do in real life.
he doesn't know how many times he's done this. sometimes, he keeps you on his phone for a while when he's headed to the break room.
you always looked so adorably confused, he just can't help it. he hums, feeling his energy replenished from having his fun with you.
and then he sets your body back on your chair. it's getting late after all, and you needed the rest.
hello! can i ask for a scenario with nice from to be hero x where reader saves him from his attempt; became his emotional support so nice become attached to them to the point he's obsessing over them?
thank you so much! 💓
The light of salvation that made me addicted
( Nice x Reader)
A/N: I live that Idea so much!! Keep going with your Ideas! Ily!♡
CW: Depression, attempt of Suicide, dark topics, jealousy, slight nsfw, English isn't my first language!
Okay, how it all started is hard to explain what you were even doing on this roof. Your thoughts swirled around in your head, a big advertisement for the show of Nice and his girlfriend Moon. A deep feeling of loneliness came over you. You had only found out a few hours ago that your boyfriend had cheated on you with his work colleague. You know your worth. But it still hurts to know that he never really loved you. As you stared at the advertisement, you could feel nothing but jealousy. Why can't those voices stop whispering those disgusting things into your heart? And just as you were about to open your mouth to scream out curses, your eyes caught a glimpse of something white out of the corner of your eye. The hair of the perfect hero, Nice. But he was walking dangerously close to the edge of the roof and before you could remember, your legs were running towards him as he dropped into his familiar pose.
For Nice, there was nothing of value anymore, not even himself. He had been surpassed by a dog, and thus his worth wasn't even up for debate; he had failed. As he let himself fall, he found himself looking into someone's face. Concern was evident, yet he struck the pose he was known for before plunging into the depths, or at least, that was what he thought. When he turned his gaze upwards, he saw you desperately clutching his hand to save him from certain death, his saving light in the lonely void. His pupils dilated when he heard your voice for the first time. He must have already been dead, because that voice was like an angel's..."No matter what you're going through, death isn't the right answer! Now get up, I can't hold you for long!" And he almost considered letting go of your hand and falling into the depths, but something drew him to you, so he climbed onto the roof and sat down on the ground.
Nice didn't know how to explain what was wrong with him, so he sat in front of you, staring up at you like a puppy who doesn't know what to do. A soft sigh escaped your lips, the corners of your mouth curled into a gentle smile before you helped him to his feet. After that, the days passed, you and Nice became close friends, and whenever he has those dark thoughts, when fear overcomes him, he finds himself in your arms the next moment. The warmth emanating from your body was the only thing that could calm him; you were the only thing he needed.
One evening when things were getting worse, Nice was on his way to you when he turned a corner that led to the street leading to your apartment. He saw it. A man standing brutally close to you, something dark forming at the bottom of his soul: jealousy. Nice didn't hesitate. Just as you were about to refuse the man, a warmth spread across your shoulder, Nice's hand. "She said no." His voice echoed coldly and controlled in the street. The stranger became scared at the way Nice looked at him and immediately disappeared. When you arrived at your apartment, Nice pulled you into his arms, his breathing labored, his head resting on your shoulder. "Come with me," he begged.
You didn't know how you got into this situation. Nice was lying on top of you, your clothes long forgotten, and the look Nice gave you sent pleasant shivers down your body. "Nice, we're no-" He interrupted your worry, his lips crashed against yours, and a night full of emotions began, a night in which Nice revealed his love to you and everything that still slumbered within him: you belong to him, to him alone.
And since that night, Nice became more and more possessive. You couldn't be seen without him. He always had his hand on you. His management was worried because he was neglecting his duties, but whenever they wanted to separate you, Nice refused more and more. And so the circle formed that you could never escape. There were also moments when you asked yourself what would have happened if you had let him go, but then you looked into those blue eyes, so full of devotion, love and affection.
No matter how controlling or possesive he may be, he is your Nice, and you are his light of salvation ♡
it's funny really, you're the ice hero. loved and adored by many on fomo and from your previous modelling phase, known for your piercing gaze, cool aura and definitely pretty face.
they crown you with the power of ice. even your touch is cold, enough to freeze someone. thank fully so, you haven't turn completely like ghostblade, the quiet silent hero. you're not completely cold towards others, still having a bit of warmth thanks to the other fans.
after quitting the modelling agency, you went to work for some random office 9 to 5 job. sure you've lied low with the hero works but that doesn't mean you've stopped completely.
" are you going to compete for the title of x? surely with your trust value you could hit top 10! " one of your colleagues say, earning an apologetic smile from you.
" it's just a hobby, it's not that serious. " how cold...
" they say your touch is ice cold? can you- " you poke a finger at your colleague's chest as he slowly turns to ice, walking away as your hair swayed behind you, beautifully.
bai xizhuang was swoon. he's never seen anything that beautiful, besides the splashes of colours when he snaps his fingers and wraps reality or something... you were really the cool ice hero!
with the amount of times, smile had burst into his space. he found out about his friend's slow undying love for you. getting him drunk and getting him to spill everything about you. he has to play cupid and get his friend the lady of his dreams!
" your trust value is going up, crazy fast! " your colleague points out, watching the way your wrist light up like a notification on a phone, the number going up rapidly.
" wh-what's this about? " you panicked, you don't recall ever defeating some big villain or even going for any interviews or just doing something that might get you to trend and blow up on fomo.
" yooo! did you see the small clip on smile's interview and what he said about our beloved ice hero? " another colleague chimes in, turning his laptop to face you as he press play on the clip.
smile in all his glory, the sweat from defeating the villain, rolls down nicely on his temple. he flashes a big smile at the question about his favorite hero coming in. smirking confidently as he says your hero name.
" I'm not the only one who likes her, x does too! have you seen the way she fights? someone so elegant and beautiful, even if she's supposed to be cold there's just something so special about her. you'll be drawn in like a month to a flame, my dear X once said " he rambles on, the cameraman could only sweat drop as the interviewer painfully agrees to whatever he says about you. that night when he meets up with bai xizhuang, he had to fight for his life. the poor number 1 was fuming with what he said about you, those words were all the things he shared and said about you!
you slam shut the laptop, face red. who was this man? sure you've heard choirs of praises for you daily but the way he spoke about you. hero x likes you?
you stood up, pushing yourself to the bathroom to wash your face. not noticing someone standing in front of you as you bump into his shoulder, his coffee cup comes spilling on your white blouse. you don't even know if you should shout at this person. he was quick to pull out the tissue packet he carries from his suit trousers, offering to you as you hastily take it, patting your blouse dry. he peels himself from his suit jacket and wraps in around you, apologizing as he returns back to the pantry.
your colleagues don't even question what happened, seeing the obvious stain and how bai xizhuang no longer has his jacket on. that doesn't mean people don't start shipping you to the quiet loner office guy. you were the popular colleague, the cool and pretty one too. you both match, you both balance each other out.
the next day, you went up to him, his jacket washed and neatly folded in a paper bag, you even put some pastry you got from the bakery nearby with it.
" thank you for the other day, " you hand him the goods, fingers brushing with his slightly and you feel your cheeks burn.
" thank you, " he replies. just as you were about to turn on your heels and leave his office space, you catch a glimpse of his laptop case. has he always been carrying that mini ice hero version of you?
" you really like the ice hero huh? "
he smiles bashfully, playing with the keychain. he really didn't mean to buy it at first but the more he looked, the more torn he feels to buy it. he even bought the matching plushie of you and he'll never let you know, he's got two of you. one chilling on his sofa and the other in his bedroom. you tilt your head, awaiting for his answer.
" yeah, ahem... who's your favourite hero? " you smile in triumph, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
" hero x, " as you pull away, he flushes red. coughing into his fist and you walk away. the image of your quiet nerdy looking colleague, blushing from your words definitely burns in your head. was he always that cute?
it was late at night, you were out taking a late night stroll. not expecting to get attacked by some men in black, before you could even fight back, you hear the faint sound of a snap. you teleported along with those dudes to the roof. you watch as they fall around you like rain and completely passed out. your saviour sits in front of you.
" thank you, " he smiles, waving away. you eye the man in white, suspiciously.
" you know... " you trail, the guy listens, 100 percent of his attention on you.
" your favourite hero could fend off herself, " you place your hands on your hips. ready to give this guy a piece of your mind.
" and your favourite hero could protect you, " your ears burn at the all too familiar voice.
" bai xizhuang? " he flashes you a smile, snapping his fingers.
both you and him were on the ground again, his white suit gone, replaced with his pajamas. oh how you want to laugh at the moon and stars pattern.
" you can't tell anyone our little secret, " he raised his pinky uncharacteristically. you choke on a laugh, wrapping your pinky with his.
you hate to admit but he was melting away in your heart, this mysterious hero was the quiet colleague all along!
Hero X | M. Reader as Nous, the Aeon of Erudition [Honkai Star Rail]
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Very Important Note : Usually I would put a quote here. But right now I think I have a lot of explaining to do. Hey guys—sorry for my disappearance. I am in fact still alive, I'm just focusing more in college because I'm graduating next year. For the past months I felt guilty that I can't write for you guys for so long. I'm currently on my second internship and frankly speaking I still love writing. I don't want to hate it by seeing it as an obligation rather than something I actually love doing. I believe that my real life issues have became less chaotic now and I would like to continue writing for you guys again. I'll be going through past requests first but if you have something to request please feel free to do so. I can't guarantee when I'll publish it however. Thank you so much for all of your patience and support!
Sorry in advance with how short this one is.
Oh and I have kofi (link) now. If you can, please continue supporting me I would really appreciate it and I will continue to try meeting all your requests and who knows? Maybe I'll post some teasers there in the near future.
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Some believes that X is omnipotent. Capable to do anything with a snap of his fingers. Reality shifting along to his bidding but what if... there's someone with equal power. Something or someone that instead of manipulating anything and everything with a snap. Knows anything and everything.
That's what people believed he is Nous. That he is akin to common sense, practical intelligence. They call for him. Wanting his answers. Wanting to know everything as they cry out to him. The all-seeing and all-knowing.
"Why didn't you compete in the competition?"
He remain silent, already knowing who it was, the man that refuses to leave him be. One man that seem to enjoy the fact he could have a conversation with him, one-on-one, face-to-face. Unlike others who prayed to him like some God.
"You could have been X."
"I'm not a hero."
X can't help but laugh at the answer he was given. Perhaps it's true. The other man may be omniscient but he's not the type to act. To save others. Yet despite it people still believes him. They believe that the man who's back is facing him will show them the truth, yet [Name] never gaze upon them. It's odd. It's like believing on a thin air.
No one would believe X that he had met Nous. No one would believe that common knowledge has a face to go by.
Would it be possible to get a story where X saved the reader once, and they politely thanked him and offered sweets as reward. He was surprised and intrigued that they didn't want autograph or didn't pester him, so in the following days he kept an eye on them out of curiosity, in most normal and absolutely sane way. He would use his dimensional powers and pretend to be his own grafitti on the walls or in random ads and posters, sometimes would be even hiding in the floor. Reader's suspicions grew when they felt random touches or he saved them from tripping over etc. Some ads had X on them, and then they suddenly didn't anymore. Suspicious. He was eventually caught red handed by reader. How? I will leave it up to you!
Man is being all pathetic, full of yearning and secretive for no reason, just as gods intended.
Unexpected Yearning
A/N: Hey anon!! Thank you so much for this request !! :3 When I tell you I was really excited to get this, you have no idea. (A certain someone can confirm, though, lmao. Thanks for putting up with my squealing and fanenbying king 🤍)
This was genuinely so much fun to write, and you can tell bc I very visibly got way too carried away with it, and so it ended up becoming (thus far) the longest fic I've written on here. I hope I did your ideas justice, anon 🙏
INCLUDES/CW: An even MORE ridiculously long story (Someone needs to take writing privileges away at this rate). Mentions of stalking (X is the one doing it, shocker /lh). Semi-Obsessive behavior from our favorite loser X(?). He is PATHETIC, I tell you, and is SO very downbad for you. X yearning (pathetically) for reader (just as the gods intended). X being a lil dumbass (when isn't he?).
["X" Bai Xizhuang x gn!Reader]
Today was supposed to be relatively boring and uninteresting. Though, it seemed that one of the many local villains had other plans. X wouldn't have intervened, but he happened to be literally right there, and the hero that had come to deal with it was too focused on the villain to notice you were even there — That damn moron.
Of course, saving you was effortless for him. With just one simple snap of his fingers, he'd saved you from becoming collateral damage to the fight between that hero (who he didn't care about) and villain (who he also didn't care about).
X had expected the usual reactions he always got whenever he saved people or ran into civilians in public in his hero form: squealing, pestering him for his autograph or something else, the attempts to flirt with him or drape themselves over him — as well as some inappropriate comments here and there, though, he tried his best not to think of those...
Yet, he didn't receive any of that from you. No, instead, you had looked at him with this certain sincerity that he couldn't recall ever seeing from anyone else before. And, when you'd spoken, your tone was polite, just as sincere as your eyes and smile, and full of genuine gratitude.
Well, that was certainly a new one...
However, as if that wasn't strange enough for him, after you'd verbally thanked him, you'd kindly offered to buy him some sweets as a way to 'properly' thank him, as you'd put it.
Your not only polite, but also kind demeanor had managed to successfully catch the usually unfazed number one hero genuinely by surprise — as well as left him feeling almost overwhelmingly intrigued about you, considering you hadn't acted at all the way he'd initially assumed that you would.
You'd managed to exceed his expectations, to catch him off his guard — something he couldn't recall anyone else, even any other heroes, doing before...
And, in doing so, you've successfully managed to catch the attention of the most enigmatic —and very likely most powerful— man in the world without even realizing it (or meaning to).
In the days that followed, X had to repeatedly reassure himself that what he was doing wasn't necessarily 'stalking'. He was just... 'keeping an eye on you', that was all. He was just... curious about you, nothing more.
And, luckily for him, his powers made that perhaps a little too easy for him to do. Thanks to him taking the number one spot as the top hero, there were advertisements and posters of him plastered at practically every inch of the city, allowing him to hide in literally plain sight.
He could follow you essentially wherever you went. Of course, his normal job as a 10-6 office worker in his civilian form did make following you constantly a bit of a challenge. However, he naturally found ways to get around it — he is X, after all.
Despite what he kept telling himself, however, he couldn't deny that he felt strangely drawn to your... uniqueness. Although you were just another average, normal person, you managed to stand out amongst the crowds in his eyes. Not because of your appearance, but because of your demeanor, and especially the way you treated him that fateful day.
Of course, though, you aren't completely oblivious. Ever since that day that the top hero, X, had saved you, you've had the feeling of being watched near constantly. You tried to ignore it, considering that whenever you would look over your shoulder, you'd never once catch anyone there.
But, somehow, that made the feeling even worse.
The thought that he was the one somehow, and for some reason, following you had naturally popped into your head due to the 'coincidence' of the timing. However, you'd quickly wrote that idea off.
After all, why would the number one hero be following you of all people?
Yet, you couldn't push away your ever-increasing suspicions that, maybe, you were right — because the 'coincidences' weren't lessening, they were only increasing...
Ever since that day, you could've sworn that the amount of advertisements and posters around you with X's face on them had grown quite significantly. And, as if that wasn't already odd enough, you swore that you'd see his face on an ad, poster, or even on the walls one moment, then, the next — it'd be gone.
As if it had never been there.
Then, there were the, although very brief, feelings of feather-light touches you'd occasionally feel. They were never entirely uncomfortable, though. In fact, it was strangely quite the contrary.
Those random, unexplainable, and almost ghost-like touches were never invasive, and you'd usually only feel them if you ever tripped over your own feet while walking somewhere. Or, if you dropped something, you'd swear that you'd feel the ever-briefest feeling of delicate fingers just barely brushing against yours — as if someone had caught the object you'd dropped, despite it hitting the floor (which looked much more colorful than you remembered...).
As the days turned to weeks of this, X had long since given up convincing himself that his behavior was just curiosity, or just 'keeping an eye on you' anymore. At this point, following you around had just become a part of his routine, something he did without even putting any thought into it.
He wasn't following you around anymore because he felt like he had to 'keep an eye on you' or just because you had simply intrigued him — he was following you because he'd fallen hopelessly in love with you, and he had no clue how to tell you.
In truth, X doesn't know how, or even when, it happened. Maybe, it was the way you smiled when you were genuinely and sincerely happy. Or, perhaps, it was the sound of your laugh that was like a beautiful, almost hypnotic, melody to his ears.
Maybe, it was the fact that he'd gotten to see you be so... yourself.
The fact that, because he followed you home on occasion, he'd gotten the chance to see the way you are when no one (as far as you know) is around to see you — and he... he loves it.
He loves the way you let yourself lounge around in your free time, whether you are just sitting on your couch or bed watching TV, or you are playing games, or you're doing something else. He loves the way you sing and dance to your favorite songs without a care in the world.
He loves you.
And, oh god, he has no damn clue how to handle that.
X wants so badly to tell you, but he knows that would be a very bad idea. After all, he has been following you around these last few weeks without you knowing. It wasn't like he could just reveal himself and say: "Hey, I know I've been basically stalking you these last few weeks, but in doing so, I've fallen totally and completely head over heels in love with you. Will you please be my partner?"
... Damn it.
He isn't sure just how long he's been wracking his brain to come up with a way that he could make this work — mostly trying to figure out how he could 'happen' to run into you in his civilian form, considering you wouldn't recognize him that way. However, him being himself, he wants it to be perfect. He wants your 'first' meeting to be perfect, that way when he inevitably confesses to you, you will (hopefully) accept his feelings.
Though, as it would turn out, it's his own meticulous planning that ends up getting him finally caught.
X had gotten so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed it right away when you'd abruptly tripped over something while you were walking home for the night. When he did finally notice, the hero didn't really think (for a change), and he snapped his fingers: causing him to appear at your side and catch you before you could hit the ground.
... Wait, what did he just—? Oh. God damn it—
He feels his entire body go stiff when he realizes just a beat too late what exactly he's just done. You can practically see the way his brain is going about a billion miles a second, the internal panic screaming in his head about how much of a fool he most certainly is, by the way he isn't wearing that seemingly usual calm, confident smirk of his. His jaw is tight, lips pressed into a thin line — but his hold on you has yet to cease, you notice.
However, you also notice something else. The poster on the nearby wall that once had X on it is now vacant, and his touch... You recognize that light, almost delicate, yet now subconsciously protective touch.
You can't help smirking a little, realizing quickly that you'd actually been right in your initial assumption: the number one hero is the one who was following you these last few weeks.
"So... you were the one following me, after all." You say aloud, seeing and feeling him flinch as he quickly snaps his attention to you, dark eyes staring at you with panic as well as embarrassment, confirming your assumption.
There are visible hearts in his eyes, though, when he looks at you, even through his yellow-tinted sunglasses — which you notice have now cracked a little. His face is visibly red, and he's totally fumbling as he struggles to get a response out, some kind of explanation or excuse — anything.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! You know?? Hell, of course you do. Damn it. Does that mean you're mad at him? He wouldn't blame you if you are, you have every right to be, after all.
Yet... strangely enough, you don't look angry... But why would that be—?
Your laugh suddenly interrupts the rapid, panicked train of thoughts running through his head.
"You know, if you wanted to ask me out, you could've just said so." You tease lightly due to noticing the hearts in his eyes and the redness in his face, hoping that you are right in this assumption too of what that means.
You find out very quickly just how right you exactly are after he just... stares at you for a few more seconds, processing what you just said and mentally composing himself. Once he has, though, he smiles; softly, warmly. Affectionately and lovingly.
"You're right... I'm sorry." X starts before snapping his fingers.
A small bag of your favorite sweets and treats, as well as a small bouquet of your favorite flowers —and perhaps a plushie of himself— appear in one of his hands, his other now holding one of yours; gently, delicately, as if you're the most precious thing in the whole entire universe.
His head is bowed a little, causing his yellow-tinted sunglasses to fall down his nose just enough for you to see his dark eyes behind them: his eyes that still have those visible hearts in them, the size of which grow ever-so slightly as those eyes meet your own.
"Will you grant me the honor of taking you on a date and making you mine?"
