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Dennis, who slowly came to feel so in peace around Robby. Maybe it was the constant touching, maybe the gentle guidance, the manhandling, the admiration he had for his senior attending. Whatever it was, Dennis felt calm, in a way he rarely did. His anxiety didn't magically seize to exist, but it felt manageable.

Dennis, who, months in, noticed he felt more than just relaxation. He didn't do anything about it, but after mulling over it all, rolling the word on his tongue and laying in bed with what he felt for the older man filling his lungs and squeezing his chest in a bittersweet ache, he came to accept it -- he loved Robby. Simple as that, yet not at all.

It wasn't hard for Dennis to keep quiet about his feelings, growing up in a small, religious town being a queer boy taught him how to not let these feelings out, it was almost comfortable - familiar - to feel the weight in his stomach as he watched dr. Robby, he took a somewhat masochist pleasure at the squeeze in his heart at the man's voice or touches. He would lay in bed at night, curled up on Trinity's guest room, and close his eyes, mentally tracing the ghostly warmth where the senior doctor had touched during their shift that day.

Request: hello there bunny! i've seen you've done rabbit quirk hcs for dabi and shiga in the past and i was wondering if you could do the same for mr compress? like a new member of the league having a rabbit quirk and all that mr compress is thinking about the first time he sees them is "bunny assistant" , and it doesn't help that he's getting a little enamored with them, always staying behind to watch their fluffy ears do a little bounce when they walk and the cottontail that he notices it wiggles when they get nervous so he knows when it's the time to cheer them up with a magic trick ~ just something cute about how he'd go about making them fall for him <3

A/N: bunny time bunny time bunny time bun-

When you’re first introduced to the team, Atsuhiro is hardly subtle about his interest in you. He may not have a romantic interest- he does find you cute, however- but he also thinks your quirk works rather well with him. Or rather, it compliments his showmanship personality. You’re plenty strong on your own- your quirk allowing you to have more than the physical attributes of rabbits, but also having some of the more useful tendencies such as a near 360 degree vision and having rather powerful nails and teeth. He’s quick to take your hand and show you around- just a way to make him seem more friendly than the others. He wants your trust- he knows how far that can go in this type of work.

It’s not uncommon for the two of you to go on missions together- or at least be in the same team. It’s easy to tell that he relies on you for the more physical fights seeing as he rather show off and leave the scene as quick as he can. Once the news outlets start to capture the two of you together, it hits a certain chord in him. You’re pictured beside him, your ears tense and face hidden behind a mask and in bold letters, you’re given the title of “assistant”. It leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He wanted you to be his assistant- you fit well with the aesthetic even if he wasn’t dressed as a typical magician. But you aren’t just his assistant- you’re his partner in crime. You’re more than a simple assistant, you’re not the rabbit pulled out his hat- or marble in most cases- you’re the one who protects him when it calls for it, you’re the one who plays along with his idea of having you be his rabbit. Even when he throws away the paper, he can’t escape the fluttering feeling in his stomach at how he’s glad that the outside world realized how well you two fit together. He ends up pulling the crumpled piece of paper out of the bin and straightening out the image of you two.

Slowly, he starts to spend time with you outside of missions. You’ve always been close during missions since you had to be, but now, he seeks you out, asking if you’d like to practice a certain move that he or you might have stumbled on or even just sitting beside you and watching whatever is on the television. He grows to learn more about you- prying further until it’s late in the night and the board game between the two of you has been forgotten, his laughter infectious as he tells you a story of his past. He’s not exactly sure how you two have gotten so close- why he wants to be near you, or why he catches himself staring at you from time to time, or even why he’s suddenly so interested in you as more than just a partner.

Once you two start to do missions more out of wanting to, rather than necessary, he tries to take on a more protective role. He keeps you beside him- or at least in arm’s reach- and if you happen to move away from him, he rushes towards your side. There are a few places where he’s able to move around without having to worry about heroes or other authorities being called, and there is where he likes to take you. He likes to wander with you, letting you pick out whatever you want- sometimes even stealing if you don’t have enough- and will surprise you with it later. He’s sure that you know what he’s doing with the smile you give him, but you always hug him tight in your arms, and he isn’t going to complain about that.

He’ll realize with a moment of clarity, a small “oh” escaping his lips in a single breath, that he’s begun to see you as more than just a partner, but rather as something romantic. He found you attractive when you first arrived, that’s no lie, but he hadn’t thought of something romantic. Truth be told, he never expected something romantic once he became a criminal, he expected himself to be surrounded with those he considered close but never someone he considered a romantic partner. Because of these new feelings that have surfaced, he’s become a bit more. He’s seeking you out, wanting to spend more time with you than previously, even going as far as to insert himself in a conversation that didn’t include him.

Due to spending a large amount of time with you, he’s gotten to know you and your little quirks. He can tell when you’re starting to get nervous- the way your ears tense and how you always seem to hide your hands behind your back. He doesn’t understand why, until he happens to be standing behind you and he swears that he wasn’t trying to stare at your tail, but his eyes had landed there. It was easy to figure out from there that your tail twitches, while your ears stand firm. He tries to find a pattern as to why you suddenly grow so nervous around him or other members of the league and will eventually give up. He can’t prevent it, but he can help you relax afterwards. He’ll grab your hand and lead you to his room, and he offers to show you a magic trick- something simple and silly. He’s found that you lean when interested, your eyes wide and mouth slightly parted as he moves his hands, the object disappearing and reappearing behind your ear. You could call his laughter infectious, but yours is sweet, something akin to a melody that he doesn’t tire of hearing.

The hopeful part of him, maybe even the romantic part of him, likes to think that he’s the only one who’s gotten to know you. Your excitement is something that he can easily tell, the fidgeting that differs from you being nervous, the way you bounce on your heels and twitch your ears, as if adventure really is calling out to you. He once caught you doing a little dance in your room, your smile wide as you hopped in a circle and jumped up- pure energy that leaked out of you and infected your nature. You were so happy; and he wanted to see more of that. He isn’t proud to admit it, but he does lie to you. He’ll tell you that he needs a bit of help in order to do something, to pull off another trick or to practice a sleight of hands, and he’ll fail, miserably and falsely, but he just wants to spend time with you. Late into the night, as you both take deep breaths with sweat thin against your brow, you’ll lean towards him, the fluff of your ears brushing against his bare skin. He’s never felt something so soft, something that had a shiver run down his back and make his ears feel as if they are aflame.

As the friendship deepens between the two of you, the more personal you both become. He holds your hand more often, his gloved hand covering yours. While you have your fair moments of leaning towards him, he’s the one who’s more touch starved- he leans into you, his bicep pressed against yours and head tilted towards you as if you were the sun and he were nothing more than a flower crawling to be in your light. Past the more touch part of the relationship, he also gives you nicknames. He comes to you, a boyish smile on his face and hands holding one of yours, as he wonders if calling you “Cotton” would be a bit too much. More and more, “Cotton” switches to “Binky” to tease at your little jumps. Calling you “Binky” results in his arm getting playfully slapped, your eyes rolling as you threaten to eat his portion of food if he doesn’t be quiet.

In an attempt to make his feelings more apparent- and to stop the teasing from the other members- he becomes more and more present in your life. He wants you to see him more than just a partner-in-crime and an actual partner-in-crime. He brings you your favorite snacks, buying things that he knows you would like, and will often just show up unexpectedly at your door with a pocket full of marbles holding all things that you and him like. It’s tastical ploy on his end- showing up late and sharing snacks, having you grow tired and him playing the overdramatic close friend, leading him to spend the night in your bed. You two stuck strictly to your own sides, only for the nights to continue and the blanket to be stolen, for you to curl up to him, your ears twitch in your sleep and tickle at his nose. He does more and more for you, wanting to be close to you and letting you wear a mask of his when one of yours breaks. Later, he gifts you a mask- hand painted and made for you.

t’s simply... the end 

“Hyung… If you ever loved me, come to my side.  Please.  I just really need to have you here right now.” 

~*~

The day the world ends is not loud or flashy.  It just simply…  ends.  

For just a little while, it’s just the seven of them against the whole world.  Sometimes, if Sunggyu squints, he can nearly find it ironic.  Before it was seven of them against the world of entertainment, clawing their way up to the top, but now, it’s still the same seven against the world outside of their practice rooms and stages, where they claw their way for survival. 

Still, when they can, they sing the songs that they used to sing together, just so that they can believe that someday they’ll go back to being that Infinite that could stand on stage and sing out their hearts to the whole world.  It’s been a little while since they had seen anyone else.  It was weeks, maybe even months, since they lost Soojung and her sisters.  Not in anyway that they could say that their little sisters were legends, they just disappeared.  

As if they would be able to tell anyone that cared anyways.  

Sunggyu just leads them on and on, insisting, “Just a bit further,” in the same way that he would say, “Just one more time,” before all of this started.  Even though still Sungyeol would complain about being tired and having sore feet, he would stand up and they would all follow their leader.  

It’s hard to stop because every single time they try to, it seems like danger is right around the corner, ready to take them.  On one of the nights that they had decided to stop in an abandoned convenience store, Sunggyu wants to keep on moving, but when he looks at the others, he knows that they aren’t going any further that night.  He still insists on keeping someone on watch while the others sleep.  For the first shift, he and Myungsoo sit together, watching the flames of the fire quietly dance in the dark.  

“Hyung,” Myungsoo says quietly, leaning against his shoulder.  

“Yeah, what is it?” Sunggyu says with a little hum, his mind rather on thinking about where he would lead the others next or how he’s going to convince them tomorrow that they will survive.  

Myungsoo doesn’t say anything about his silence and instead just presses a walkie talkie into his palm.  “Hyung, if I call, could you answer?” 

Smiling, Sunggyu nods and holds Myungsoo close, his hand stroking through Myungsoo’s hair gently.  “Of course I will.” 

It’s hard to promise like that because sometimes it feels like nothing’s left, but still, Sunggyu tries.  If it’s for his dongsaengs, anything is possible.  

The small walkie talkie weighs down his pockets as they walk throughout the deserted streets of Seoul.  Myungsoo walks so close to Sunggyu that Sunggyu can feel Myungsoo’s body heat which doesn’t really help because it’s already so hot, but Sunggyu doesn’t say anything about it, even extending a hand out to help Myungsoo over a pile of rubble.  

“Hyung?” Myungsoo asks.  His warm palm presses against Sunggyu’s, but it helps lift the weight off his shoulders.  

“Yes?” 

“Ever wonder if the world is better off without you?”

Sweat trickles down Sunggyu’s neck, tickling him as he swipes it off.  “Myungsoo, we’re some of the last survivors on Earth and now you’re deciding to ask that question?”

“Well…” Myungsoo looks down at the ground and doesn’t say anything for a little while.  Sunggyu learned now that the world was ending that time doesn’t have any power anymore.  So even as a few blocks pass in silence - Myungsoo still clinging onto his hand as if he would lose Sunggyu if he let go - Sunggyu isn’t surprised as Myungsoo continued his thoughts.  “There’s always bad guys in the world, no matter how many people there are.  So… maybe… do you think so?”

Sunggyu looks over at Myungsoo who doesn’t meet his gaze. “Soo-yah, you better not leave me.  I only have you and the others in this world.” 

“No!  I’m not going to leave!” Myungsoo says, shaking his head desperately.  “I’m not going to leave you.” 

Relaxing a bit, Sunggyu draws Myungsoo closer.  Myungsoo sighs happily as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders and Sunggyu feels a little bit of pride.  Even in the ruins of the city he used to call home, he can still calm Myungsoo.  

The end of the world had come suddenly, it had just… ended.  

For Sunggyu, the end of his world, it comes just as suddenly.  

But he knows how it ends.  

Sunggyu hears Hoya screaming and he runs.  They promised when the world ended that if it came down to saving one or saving more, they would need to make certain sacrifices.  No matter how coldhearted that sounded, Sunggyu knew that it would be the only way it would work.  He grabs the two maknaes by their collars and stars pulling them towards safety, away from Hoya and Sungyeol’s screams.  Sungjong and Myungsoo fights against Sunggyu, wanting - needing - to reach their best friends.  

“They’re gone,” Sunggyu says quietly into Myungsoo’s ear.  “We need to go.” 

With a choking sob of protest and for his friend, Myungsoo turns and follows Sunggyu who picked up Sungjong to join Woohyun and Dongwoo who already were halfway down the street.  

That’s the beginning of the end.  The middle of the end comes and leaves a gaping hole where Sungjong and Dongwoo used to be, bringing the end of the end with it.  

Sunggyu wishes so much that their end could be something like everyone else - just disappear - but instead, they had to run into a gang who managed to survive like they did, but it comes down to fighting. 

Myungsoo is a good fighter.  Sometimes, Sunggyu forgot that Myungsoo was 2nd dan in taekwondo, when he was just an idol, it wasn’t needed.  Woohyun liked doing fight scenes and as he had bragged to Sunggyu before, “Stage fighting isn’t much different than real fighting.” 

Sunggyu doubts it. 

the end of the end comes with a scream of, “Myungsoo!” and Sunggyu can’t do anything as a knife comes down towards Myungsoo.  But Woohyun can.  

Before Sunggyu knows it, Woohyun is between Myungsoo and the knife and that night, red rain falls from the sky.  

“Woohyun!” Sunggyu yells, rushing towards the two.  The rest of the gang they were fighting were scattered around, defeated and retreating, but Sunggyu only has eyes for Woohyun, crumbled in a pile on the floor.  “No… Woohyun…” 

Woohyun doesn’t respond (he can’t). 

A small voice says, “Hyung,” and he looks up through his tears to see Myungsoo reaching towards him.  

For the first time, Sunggyu slaps Myungsoo’s hand away and he’s screaming before he knows it.  “This is your fault!  If you weren’t there, Woohyun would still be alive!  It should be you, not Woohyun, who’s dead!  Get out of my sight!” 

Myungsoo’s eyes always spoke for him, this time wide and filled with tears, begging for Sunggyu to forgive him, to not drive him away like this, but Sunggyu doesn’t see.  

“Get out!” he roars.  “Get lost!” 

The knife that took away Woohyun is in his hand and he slashes the air, close enough to Myungsoo to make him scuttle away.  “Get lost,” Sunggyu hisses, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.  “I don’t want to see you ever again.” 

With one last begging look over his shoulder, Myungsoo flees.  Vaugely, Sunggyu realizes that Myungsoo was crying, nearly sobbing, but he doesn’t care.  His second hand, his best friend, the chopsticks to his spoon or whatever Woohyun had said, was gone.  

Sunggyu carries Woohyun’s body to a park where he digs a grave for him.  He wishes that he had the bodies of the other members to burry with Woohyun as he finishes burying him.  Instead, he sets up little gravestones for each of the members.  As he’s building them, he thinks about the members; how Hoya and Dongwoo would always dance together, Sungjong rolling his eyes constantly at his hyungs, then Sungyeol aways sticking beside Myungsoo…

Then it hits Sunggyu hard.  He messed up.  

The moment they lost Sungyeol, Myungsoo was crying for his best friend, but still, he followed Sunggyu, trusting him to stay beside him even if Sungyeol, Myungsoo’s second hand, his best friend, the chopsticks to his spoon, was gone.  And Sunggyu repaid him poorly, threatening to kill him the moment Woohyun was gone.  

Shooting up to his feet, Sunggyu runs through the moonlight streets, cursing himself for being lead by his heart when he needed to lead the only person he had left on this planet.  

Everywhere Sunggyu looks, he can’t find Myungsoo.  Everything is quiet, just like the world was since the moment the world ended, but Sunggyu didn’t realize because he had his brothers beside him.  Collasping onto the cold pavement, Sunggyu cries into his arms, wishing that his cries could somehow bring Myungsoo back to him.  

As that thought crossed his mind, suddenly, in his pocket, Myungsoo’s voice spoke out.  

“Hyung…” 

Sunggyu jumps and presses his hand against his pocket, feeling that weight that felt heavy at first, but now he didn’t realize was there.  The walkie talkie feels surprisingly warm in his hand and he pulls it out of his pocket as Myungsoo keeps on talking.  

“If you ever loved me, come to my side.  Please.  I just really need to have you here right now.” 

“Myungsoo?” Sunggyu asks, his hand gripping onto the walkie talkie so hard that his knuckles turn white.  “Where are you?  I’ll come to you.  I’m so sorry, I messed up, you were right, even in the world this small, there are bad guys.  I was the bad guy to you, please where are you?”

For a moment, there’s no reply and Sunggyu starts running.  Even if it’s in the wrong direction, he’s running towards Myungsoo. 

“It’ll be okay,” Myungsoo’s voice finally replies.  “If this is the end of the world, I’m glad it ended like this.” 

“Myungsoo?  What are you talking about?” 

“Because this means I saved you.” 

And the world simply…