Hypnotist x Consigilere
“Hey, are you a magician? ‘Cuse every time I look at you, everything else disappears.“ the Hypnotist gave the Consig his award winning smile. She rolled her eyes in response and bent over to continue reading on her next target’s short profile.
“Aw, come on, please go on one date with me,” he entreated, forming puppy eyes.
“Hell to the no, any girl with any kind of common sense knows not to trust a womanizer,” she retorted. He raised an eyebrow.
“Are you dating someone?”
“No,” The consigliere’s face went red. “I-I’m just not interested in you!”
“Ah, but why deny your attraction when it’s so obvious?”
“Keep on dreaming.”
Over the next few days, the Consigliere noticed the Hypnotist was quieter. Instead of ostentiously flirting with the Consort or Forger, he simply sat reading a book. However, whenever he saw her, he still relentlessly pursued her , which she ignored the best she could without being too mean.
One particular night, the Consigliere was returning back to the base to return her information when someone grabbed her shoulder near the door. Automatically, she screamed and tried to get her attacker off her, to no avail. The hooded figure started dragging her away and she resisted as best she could when the Hypnotist came out of nowhere and worked his magic to distract the shadow. The lady pulled down his hood to find the Vigilante in a trance now.
“T-thank you…” The Consigliere ducked her head in embarrassment and the Hypnotist winked.
“Any time for a smart and beautiful lady~”
“Okay, you can stop right there.”
“Hey, since I saved you, I think you owe me something.” The Hypnotist smirked. The Consigliere scoffed, even though he was right. He did protect her from that guy, so she supposed she (unfortunately) did owe him.
“Like what?” She crossed her arms.
“Like a date.” he answered, grinning cheekily.
“Fine. One date.” she huffed. “I suppose you want to do it now?” For once, the Hypnotist looked rather surprised.
“Well, only if you want to. Do you know any places that could be open this late?”
“It's not fancy, but I know a diner we could go to.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Both were quiet on the walk there, and the Consigliere studied him out of her peripheral vision.
“I have a question, Hypnotist.”
“Yes?”
“Why do you keep on flirting with me and not other people?” The Consigliere crossed her arms again, trying to avoid looking at him.
“Isn’t that obvious? You’re pretty smart, I would’ve thought you figured that out by now.” the Hypnotist winked, teasing her.
“Not really.” she muttered back. He stopped walking and faced her.
“Well - you see - it’s because I like you a lot. You’re pretty and smart and it’s hard not to be attracted to that. You mentioned not wanting to date a womanizer, so I’ve tried to change that.” he admitted softly, his facade dropping.
She stared at him, at a loss for words for once. Silently, with a blush, she took a step and hugged him.
