#weeeeeeeeh

Villain loves hero and finally confess it to them, but what happens when hero doesn't love him back? Villain is heartbroken and he can't bring himself to hate or destroy hero.

Hero realizes later he does in fact, love villain, just didn't realize it before. But now it's too late. Ending is up to you I guess, it can end in a good way or in a sad way.

(thanks for the attention, have a good day!)

Once the villain had told him, the hero’s own feelings had twiddled until they had zeroed in on one single result. The thought invaded the hero’s mind like a parasite would, digging through his flesh and eating him from the inside.

He couldn’t sleep. Food tasted weird. Anxiety possessed him. He was weak for months, he was sick. All he could think about was the villain and his words. You make me whole. You are my home.

The villain had caused a butterfly effect, leading to unpleasant thoughts and lots of regret. It wasn’t like the hero did not have any feelings for him. But those feelings were scarred by difficulty and a lack of morality. At the time of the confession, the hero had been too scared to think about the implications. About their future.

To make this work was impossible. Or it seemed to be. However, now, months of torture later, the hero knew better. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

The villain did make him whole.

He was a quiet guarding sinner, watching over him. He listened when the hero would rave, he would calm him down after anxiety attacks during a fight. His hands would be on his neck, stroking familiar patterns into his heated skin, their breathings on the other’s skin.

It occurred to him later that the quiet villain could have turned into a wild animal after the confession. He was capable of it, the hero had seen it in chains through swollen eyes. The villain’s powers had turned dark, his overprotectiveness getting the best of him as he slaughtered the people who had tortured the hero.

That was the only time the hero had seen the villain lose his humanity. The only time he got reduced to his last crumbled bits which not the slightest compassion would ever touch, out of fear of being consumed.

The villain had not reacted that way after the rejection. He had nodded, had said “okay” and had left. The hero hadn’t seen him ever since.

Now, standing in front of the villain’s house, the hero closed his eyes to let the warm sunshine caress his back on the porch. His neck aching from another terrible night without the villain’s protection and he couldn’t deny how much he craved a hug or more than that.

Before he could knock, the villain opened the door, still in the middle of putting his jacket on. His confused gaze rested on the hero with a broken curiousness until the thin line of his mouth turned into a smile.

“Hi,” he said, his voice as deep and calm as ever. He still had dimples.

“Hey,” the hero answered. The villain looked nice. Dressed casually but not messy. Clean. Nice.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too,” the hero said. He noticed the car keys in the villain’s hand, how he weighed them in his hand the same way he would weigh small knives before a fight. All habits are hard to kill. “How have you been?”

The villain slipped fully into his jacket and eventually leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

“Good. I’m…I’m okay. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I am just…I was around and I—” He inhaled shakily. He took a step forward. And then his one hand was without a second thought on the villain’s hip and the other grabbed his shirt and he pulled him closer until there was nothing between them anymore and their lips collided and—

—and the villain didn’t kiss him back. He pushed him off.

The villain — too stunned to speak — took a precautionary step back, one hand outstretched to put more distance between them. It felt like a rib had snapped and dug into the hero’s lung. The villain looked horrified.

“You told me you love me,” the hero said, choking on the words. He gawked at him until his eyes dropped to the villain’s hand.

That was when he saw the engagement ring and he felt his guts rot.

“I did. I loved you. But you didn’t love me and I moved on. You can’t expect me to wait for you.” The hero clenched his fists.

“You told me you love me,” he repeated. “You’re my home. You make me whole. Those are your words. I spent months decaying, growing weaker. I almost lost my powers because of you.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. But this is how it is. I have found someone new,” the villain said. He frowned and his knuckles turned white around his car keys.

“Like who? Some kind of slut you found on the street?” The villain’s jaw dropped but the hero couldn’t care less. He only saw red. “You don’t get to walk away from me now. Not when I have suffered months because of you.”

“I do and I will. Leave.” The hero could feel his fingertips prickle with his powers as the villain continued. “This doesn’t have to end badly but you have to live with it. I don’t love you anymore.”

The hero took in a deep breath and swallowed the rise of his powers. He turned around and before he left, his last words dropped out of his mouth like poison.

“Oh, believe me. You will. You will love me.”

a sorta redraw of this (but if i can be frank, i just wanted to draw casino ichi again. i love his outfit okay)