#ro: five

And last but not least: Five from @thenumbersgameif

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 26 years old

Height: 178 cm

Weapon of Choice: Butterfly knife, taser

Special Talent: temperature resistance (they cannot get burned or suffer from hypothermia)

Expertise: Technology, language analysis

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Tropes: Mutual Pinning // Will They or Won't They? // Past Unrequired Love

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Physical Description: short, loosely curled, naturally dark brown, almost black hair, now dyed pearl white; hazel-beer brown eyes; slim but soft bodied; softer thighs, hands; deeper, bronze skin with warm undertones; pierced ears.

Skin tone reference: click

Ethnicity: Croatian (South Slavic)

Nationality: French

Picrew: click

Angst polycule situation when Four still doesn’t remember what they did or why everyone hates them now.

“What… what on earth happened?” Zero’s voice was so full of disbelief and confusion, you physically cringed. You’ve seen them broken, you’ve seen them working, but this was something else.

You almost felt like a child caught by the parent, doing something you shouldn’t have. 

Your hands dripped red, soaking through the bandages, and your muscles ached—skin burning, droplets of sweat running down your spine. 

“Kurwa,” One’s voice sounded as if they were behind a glass wall, “you bloody idiot, the fuck you did this for? I swear I’ll tie you to that cot—“

“One.” Three’s stern tone cut them off, before they could continue. Your head was pounding, and there was a familiar, constant and stabbing pain behind your eyes. You were exhausted, but you refused to move—rooted in your place.

You could see everyone staring at you, with a variety of reactions. Zero was worried, as always. One was furious—nothing new. Three seemed annoyed, disappointed. And Five… they just seemed like they’ve seen the exact same image of you before. 

“You should be resting, Four. You’re still recovering,” Five’s gentle voice soothed your racing thoughts, although it was hard to understand them through the buzzing sound ringing in your ears.

One shook their head, making a step towards you. You noticed a first aid kit in their hands. “Stupid idiot, why would you do something like that,” they muttered. Something snapped inside you.

“I want to deserve you.” You blurted out, startling everyone. Zero and Five exchanged worried glances, while Three was still processing what you just said. One was the only person who’s expression barely changed. They still looked angry… but also scared. Why would they be scared? “I’m trying to deserve you.” You reiterated, your gaze dropping to the floor.

You knew you hurt all of them at some point—before you lost your memories. Even if Zero and Five seemed to have forgiven you, and Three and One moved past it with time, you felt that you’ve done nothing to deserve their loyalty, love or affection. How could you, when you couldn’t even honestly apologize for your misdeeds?

“Hey, dummy,” One’s gloved hands gently slapped your face, forcing you to look at them. It was more a brush, truly, yet the sudden contact made you react instantly. “You deserve us already.” There was raw conviction in their voice and it made your knees weak. As if held up tension suddenly left your body.

Three moved closer, carefully observing your damaged hands. “You know it’s true, One wouldn’t lie to make you feel better and you know it.” Fair point.

You could see Five moving in the background, shooting you quick glances. There was a bowl of water in their hands, and a clean towel. 

“You don’t have to deserve someone’s affection, Four. Just… be.” Zero’s warm smile forced your own lips to mimic the expression. 

ZERO:

ONE:

THREE:

FIVE:

They felt suffocated. Every single time the two of you had to remain in the same room, they felt as if all of the air was immediately sucked out of their lungs. It was hard to even look at you, nevermind work with you. Knowing that you remembered nothing, that anything you might have had with them was gone.

Like it never existed. Never mentioned. Never acknowledged. Squashed and thrown to the side, as to not create any conflict with the mission.

Now, unfortunately, you were both forced to keep in each others company. You got separated from the team while in a tunnel, and you couldn’t risk losing each other as well.

“I wish you would’ve told me why you hate my company so much,” your voice echoed in the darkness. They fidgeted with a silver chain that hung around their waist.

It would be easy to ignore you. To dismiss your feelings, make it into something it wasn’t. But they were tired—so tired of keeping everything buried for so long.

“You’re looking at me, but you’re not seeing me.” They stopped abruptly, piercing your surprised form with a glassy gaze of theirs. “Do you know how that feels? Just see me.  Please.” Raw emotion bled from their voice like an open wound.

They watched as your shocked expression slowly changes into something more guarded, confused. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. They knew you couldn’t.