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Kinich x reader but he has a huge crush on reader, and reader is too oblivious to know.
Which leads to Ajaw getting irritated at Kinichās very subtle attempts to make you notice him. So he decides to step in and handle this situation himself.
On one random sunny morning in Natlan, youāre strolling through the stalls of the marketplace.
Only to be intercepted by Ajaw. Just Ajaw, no kinich or anyone. Which makes you all the more suspicious of Ajaw and his shenanigans.
āAjaw? What are you doing here-ā
āThe great almighty dragon lord, Kāuhul Ajaw, has taken time out of his day to meet you! Just to tell you a confession of a man who doesnāt have the balls to do it!ā
Ajaw loudly announced in the streets, making heads turn and people stopping to watch. And all you can do is sigh and look at him in confusion.
āThis lowly servant of mine, Kinich Malipo, apparently has taken a liking to you and wishes to court you! And for once I donāt have to berate him with insults because he actually chose a proper, suitable mate for him!ā
āAjaw!ā
A familiar voice cut through the crowd, interrupting Ajaws embarrassing speech about him. Your head turns to the direction of the voice, which leads you to stand face to face with him. Kinich.
Except instead of his usual nonchalant composure; he looked down to the ground, avoiding eye contact with a huge blush on his face.
You couldnāt help but crack a smile. You slowly approached him before grabbing his hand and leading him somewhere out of the audienceās view.
Hence how you guys ended up dating, all because of his annoying āpetā Kāuhul Ajaw.
Can Yall tell this is rushed, I had this in my drafts for like 4 months istg
When you and Blade first get together, he's still hesitant with physical affection. He's scared to be seen as vulnerable after having locked his heart away for so long. It took a lot of time and patience before he allowed himself to open up to you.
Even after years of being together, pda just wasn't his cup of tea. But when you're alone, he's a completely different man altogether.
Walking into your shared bedroom after a long day of being harassed by Kafka and Silverwolf, he automatically softens at the sight of you lying in bed, mindlessly reading on your phone to pass the time. He silently kicks off his boots before opening your arms and laying on your chest.
You huff a soft laugh and turn off your phone to give him your full attention. "You okay?" you ask quietly, threading your fingers through his soft hair.
His reply is a grumble as he nuzzles into you. He's still slightly propped up on his arms, worried about crushing you. "You can lay on me, I promise it's okay." you softly reassure him. He hesitantly puts all of his weight on you as you continue to play with his hair.
"Relax, you're home now."
He melts at your soft words. Even after years, he still can't believe he found someone so soft, so caring. He loves you so much that it terrifies him.
He whispers something that sounds awfully close to "I love you" as his breathing evens out for the night.
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Summary: Blade x GN!reader where he feels restless so he pulls you into an alleyway to lose himself in you.
a/n : hello! first ever fic on here and i start with this⦠here's a small contribution to the blade x reader nation. this was very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. possible ooc? im trying to get the hang of writing blade :)
The air in the city was thick, humid, and far too loud for Bladeās liking at all. The constant chatter of the crowds and the glow of the neon lights felt like needles pressing against his temples. It's annoying. He's been trying to focus but his restlessness was a physical ache, a craving for something he didn't know. He needed a distraction, something to tether his drifting soul back to the present. As his mind searched through the haze of his irritation, there was only one presence that could offer the solace he craved.
You.
As if drawn by some invisible thread of fate, he realized you were nearby. Without a single word, Blade reached out, his hand encased in the dark, sleek fabric of his black glove. His fingers curled around your wrist with a suddenness that made your heart leap, his grip firm but lacking its usual lethality.
"Hm?" A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt the sudden pressure around your wrist. Startled by the unexpected contact, you turned around to face the stranger who had abruptly interrupted your thoughts, your eyes slightly widening in mild surprise as they landed on the unmistakable, brooding silhouette of Blade. Before you could even draw enough breath to form a single word or ask what he wanted, he moved. There was no hesitation in his actions, only a quiet, driving intent that seemed to bypass the need for conversation entirely.
You found yourself swept along in the silent wake of his presence, the vibrant world around you dissolving into a dizzying blur of neon streaks and muffled noise as he pulled you toward the edges of the light. His long, dark blue hair swayed as he moved, the crimson tips catching the dying glimmers of the city's glow like fading embers before he ducked your head down as he led you into the deep, swallowing shadows of a narrow, secluded alleyway.
Blade didn't speak. He moved closer, his tall frame looming over you. With a movement that was surprisingly fluid, he guided you backward. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle. He stepped forward and you stepped back. The momentum of his advance continued until the sudden, biting chill of the damp brick wall pressed firmly against your spine, the rough texture grounding you in the moment. He pinned you within the small sanctuary he had carved out of the darkness.
The alleyway was a suffocatingly tight space, a narrow vein of shadow carved between the towering buildings of the city. Caught completely off guard by the suddenness of his movement and the overwhelming presence of him, you found yourself looking up. "Blade?" You whispered, your voice sounding soft in the heavy quiet of the gloom. You tilted your head to the side, searching his face for a sign. "Isā¦something wrong?"
The question was tentative, laced with a gentle concern that seemed to pierce through his brooding exterior. He didn't reply immediately, instead he loomed over you and for a moment, he stared down at you with those piercing red eyes, looking restless. The usual cold indifference in his gaze was replaced by a quiet hunger, a craving for something that wasn't blood. When he finally leaned in, his movements were devoid of his usual nature. His lips met yours with softness. It was a slow, dragging kiss, tasting of desperation and a silent plea for grounding.
As his hands wandered, you expected his calloused, heavy touch, but he was unnervingly careful. His gloved hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone with a delicacy that seemed at odds with the scars hidden beneath his sleeves. He touched you as if you were made of spun glass, as if he were terrified that his very existence, his curse, his immortality, the Mara swirling within him might somehow bruise or break you.
His gloved hand, which had been tracing your jawline with such reverence, slid down the column of your throat. His thumb pressed against the pulse point at the base of your neck, feeling the frantic, rhythmic thrum of your heart. He seemed to linger there, his gaze dropping to follow the movement of his own hand. He was watching the way you reacted to him, a silent observer of the vitality he so desperately lacked.
Then, his hand drifted lower. He pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was shallow, and for a fleeting second, the brooding swordsman looked vulnerable. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that vibrated against your skin. His hand drifted down to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer, his touch still so light it was almost a question. The sensation of his lips returning to yours was enough to make your knees buckle.
One moment, his grip on your waist was firm, his fingers digging slightly into the fabric of your coat, grounding you so you wouldn't slide down the wall. The next, his touch became a searing caress, his palm sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, finding the warmth of your skin. His touch was hot feverish, almost as if he were trying to leech the warmth from your body to soothe the eternal chill of his own. He had to admit you looked ethereal even in the dark gloom of this alleyway.
As you leaned into him, your senses reeling from the sheer gentleness of it, you felt his hand shift. His bandaged fingers slid into the hair at the back of your head, tangling between your hair. He didn't grab or pull, instead, he cradled your skull, his palm cold and steady against your scalp. The way he held you as if you were a precious relic he had stumbled upon in a wasteland sent a shiver through your entire frame. It was a terrifying kind of intimacy. Blade let out a low, almost imperceptible hum against your mouth, a sound of relief.
The restlessness that had driven him to pull you into this alley seemed to settle, replaced by a heavy, melancholic heat. He tilted your head back slightly, deepening the kiss even more, his fingers remained tangled in your hair, keeping you close, keeping you there. In the cramped darkness, the only thing that existed was the scent of him something metallic and old, like rain on steel and the overwhelming, tender weight of his presence. He seemed to be searching for something in the taste of your lips. "Bladeā"
The sound of your voice, a mere breath of a whisper, seemed to ripple through him like a stone dropped into a still pool. At the mention of his name, the rhythm of the kiss faltered for a heartbeat. Blade pulled back just enough to look at you, his face still inches from yours. In the dim, filtered light of the alley, his crimson eyes seemed to glow with a haunted intensity. There was a flicker of something pain, perhaps, or a deep seated longing that crossed his features before he could mask it with his usual stoicism. To hear his name spoken so softly, with such intimacy.
"ā¦Hm," he grunted softly, a low vibration in his chest. It was his way of acknowledging you, a way of saying he heard you without having to find the words he often lacked. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, he leaned back in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. The hand at the back of your head tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure you couldn't drift away from him.
"Don'tā¦" he started, his voice cracking slightly before he steadied it. He trailed off, unable to finish the thought at all. "Don't call me that so sweetly," he wanted to say. "Don't look at me that way."
Instead, he simply closed the distance again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more desperate. It was no longer just a gentle exploration; it was a silent, bruising confession. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, the hard lines of his muscular frame a stark contrast to your touch, as if he were trying to merge his fractured existence with your steady, living warmth.
Bladeās hands slid down to your waist, his grip was firm, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin. With a sudden, swift motion, he lifted you, pulling you upward until your thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist to maintain your balance. The sudden change in height brought you face to face, your breath mingling in the small gap between you. Blade didn't kiss you immediately. Instead, he held you there, his strong arms supporting your weight with ease, his gaze locked onto yours. His cheeks were stained with a visible flush, the heat radiating from his skin as he stared into your eyes with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.
He looked cute.
He looked as if he were seeing something he couldn't quite comprehend or perhaps something he feared to want or desire. The usual coldness of his crimson eyes had thawed into something raw and vulnerable. He seemed mesmerized, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that told you exactly how much this moment was affecting him. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The way he held you tense yet tender, as if you were the most fragile thing in existence spoke volumes.
"Youā¦" he began, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated through your own chest. He stalled, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. It was a rare sight, the immortal swordsman rendered momentarily speechless by the simple act of looking at you. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, a silent, desperate plea for you not to pull away. You gulped, unable to look away from those red eyes that were usually so sharp and piercing, so focused, were now so gentle.
Looking into his eyes felt like staring directly into the heart of a dying star. There was a gravitational pull to that crimson gaze. "Stay still," Blade murmured against your lips. As he leaned in again, the very nature of his touch shifted. It was still soft, still careful, but there was an underlying desperation to it now a silent, frantic demand. His lips moved against yours with a slow, dragging heat that made your head spin and your pulse hammer in your ears. Every time he pulled back just a millimeter, it was only to catch a frantic breath before diving back in, his kisses becoming more feverish.
The way he held you, your legs locked around his waist, your bodies crushed together in the dark made it clear that the gentleness was a thin, fraying veil, a delicate layer of restraint draped over a much more violent, carnal desire that simmered just beneath his skin. You could feel it in the way his chest heaved against yours, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace, and the way his fingers occasionally twitched against your skin, as if he were fighting the urge to grip you with a desperate intensity. He wanted to drown in the sensation of your body pressed against his.
His hips tilted upward, a slow, heavy movement that was a silent, devastating promise of what was to come. He began to grind against you, a rhythmic, agonizingly slow pressure that sought to erase every millimeter of air between your skin and his.
āPleaseā¦" The word was barely a breath, a broken, pathetic sound that escaped his throat, unbidden and raw. He didn't even seem to realize that he had said it. His forehead slumped against your shoulder, his breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches that felt like he was drowning.
"In here?" You whispered, the question leaving your lips in a trembling breath, but as you gazed into his crimson eyes, you had your answers from them. There was a subtle tug at the corner of his lips.
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cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.
Requested by @skyladypl.
Sometimes, stays up late because of his job as a phantom thief or planning heists. When he finally joins you in bed, stays awake a bit longer, watching you sleep, gently playing with your hair or tracing patterns on your back.
Makes sure youāre properly tucked in, then wraps himself around you like a possessive octopus.
Loves spooning you from behind with his chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, and his face buried into your neck or hair. It makes him feel like heās protecting you even in sleep.
Sometimes, you end up with your face in the crook of his neck, facing him. Heāll tilt his head slightly to give you a better access, and hum happily whenever you unconsciously nuzzle against his neck or Adamās apple. Bonus points if you kiss this spot ā youāll make his melt and sigh peacefully.
For someone so elegant and theatrical during the day, Hugo becomes adorably clingy at night. If you try to roll away or get up to use the bathroom, heāll make a sleepy protesting sound, mumbling, āStay⦠too comfortable.ā
His body temperature is a bit lower, so heās like a built-on cooling pad which helps during hot summer nights.
At times, Hugo murmurs in his sleep: fragments of his dramatic lines, his sisterās name if heās having a dream about his childhood, or your name.
If he wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, his heart is racing, heās panting. Heāll cling to you tighter, and you become an anchor that reminds his that it was just a bad dream, and heās safe here with you.
Usually wakes up first. Instead of getting up, he spends time watching you sleep (again, because he canāt believe having someone wonderful as you in his life), tracing lazy patterns on your arm or shoulder. When you wake up shy from being watched, he smiles and kisses your forehead:
āGood morning, my dear. Did you dream of me stealing your heart again?ā
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.
Requested by anon.
Note: DISCLAIMER: this is written during version 2.8, and weāre yet to see more of his character in canon, so this is purely my speculations and wishful thinking, donāt take it as an analysis of his character.
Isnāt an overly affectionate type; his hugs reflect his composed, gentlemanly and slightly reserved personality. But when he does yearn for affections, he pours everything into it, and his hugs feel deeply meaningful.
After a long, exhausting day at work, he seeks you out. He wraps his arms around you firmly, one of his hands cradle the back of your head. Heās tall, and often rests his chin or cheek against your head, letting a low, barely audible purr, and softly flicking his tail.
As a high-ranking Senior Commissioner, he keeps PDA to minimum. You may get a brief, one-armed side hug or a hand on your lower back when he walks beside you. Full hugs are usually reserved for private moments ā after a long shift, when he returns home, and you greet with a big smile on your lips and your arms open wide which are expecting warmth from him.
Actually secretly, likes being held. Severian loves laying his head on your chest, lap, or burying his face into the crook of your neck while you pet his ears and run your fingers through his long hair, and gently scrap his scalp ā it makes a shiver go down his spine. And you can get more purring out of him like this <3
If youāve been in danger or came back from somewhere risky, heāll pull you into a tight embrace without a word at first. His tail may curl around your leg, and youāll feel him exhale slowly, almost like heās reassuring himself youāre okay.
In bed, he loves spooning you from behind and wrapping both arms around your waist, nuzzling into your hair or nape. Morning hugs often turn into 'five more minutes' sessions where he refuses to release you, purring sleepily against your shoulder. If you point out how needy he is, he will only huff, flicking his ears, and squeeze you tighter.
guess whoās back šš i missed your writing !!!!!
can i request mydei, dr. ratio, and himeko at an aquarium date?
can me and the three himeko fans PLEASE stand up
i hope youāre enjoying your summer! or hope that you do if you havenāt started yet
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Aww, thank you. I'm having a good summer break so far, and I hope you and your three Himeko fans are also having a good summer. Love you, guys!!!!!
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Mydei
.Even if the aquarium is crowded, you will barely notice. Mydei is a tall, incredibly well-built man, and he will instinctively position his large frame to block out the crowd, ensuring nobody bumps into you or interrupts your view
.While he is used to the fast, automatic chaos of battle, he completely slows down for you. If you want to stare at a single jellyfish for twenty minutes, he will stand right beside you, completely content just watching your face light up
.Mydei isn't always big on grand romantic speeches, but his actions speak volumes. He will reach down and firmly wrap his large hand around yours. If his golden gauntlets are off, you will feel just how warm his hands are, a comforting weight that never lets go
.Having a history tied to the chaotic Sea of Souls, seeing fish swimming calmly in clear water is mesmerizing to him. He will stare intently at the larger tanks, his intense yellow, sun-shaped eyes softening completely as he relaxes into the peaceful environment
.Expect some unintentionally funny, battle-minded commentary. He will look at a shark or a barracuda, tilt his head, and whisper, "Its form is efficient for hunting, but its guard is wide open from the side." You have to gently remind him that they are just eating krill, not preparing for a gladiator tournament
.When you walk into the dark, bioluminescent jellyfish rooms, the crimson tattoos on his skin might subtly catch the light. He will look at the glowing creatures, then look down at you. If you tell him he looks beautiful in the neon light, a rare, faint pink blush will dust his cheeks, and heāll look away to hide his smile
.If there is a touch tank with stingrays or starfish, he will be incredibly hesitant. Itās not because heās scaredāheās genuinely worried his immense strength or rough, calloused hands might accidentally hurt the small creatures. He will only do it if you place your hand over his to guide him, marveling at how gentle a "beast" can truly be
.When you pass the gift shop and eye a massive plush shark or manta ray, he doesn't even hesitate. He is secretly prone to spoiling the things he loves. Before you can check the price, heās already handing over the credits. He will happily carry the giant, ridiculous plushie under his arm for the rest of the date without a single complaint
.While standing under the massive glass archway with manta rays gliding overhead, he will pull you closely against his chest. With the blue light reflecting over both of you, heāll lean down and whisper against your ear. He won't say a cheesy pickup line, but he will say something devastatingly sincere: "I am glad my path through a thousand deaths led me to a quiet moment like this with you."
Dr. Ratio
.He buys tickets weeks in advance for the exact hour the aquarium is least crowded. He wants to avoid noisy children and slow-moving crowds so you two can actually enjoy each other's company. Before you even walk inside, he hands you a light cardigan or blazer. He calculated the exact temperature of the indoor exhibits and knew you would get chilly
.You do not need to read a single plaque. Ratio will read them all, scoff at any minor grammatical errors or oversimplified facts, and then explain the exact evolutionary biology of the fish to you in a surprisingly captivating voice
.In the dark, glowing jellyfish exhibit, he finally stops talking. When you look over at him, he isn't looking at the jellyfishāhe is looking at the way the blue light reflects in your eyes. He will clear his throat, mutter something about bioluminescence, and gently take your hand
.He will initially cross his arms and refuse to touch the stingrays, calling the pool a "petri dish of human bacteria." However, the moment he sees your excitement, he sighs, rolls up his sleeves, sanitizes his hands, and guides your hand to safely pet one
.He pretends to find the penguin presentation unscientific, but he secretly memorizes the penguins' mating habits. He will later whisper to you that some penguins choose one partner for life, looking at you with intense sincerity
.Ratio will loudly criticize the stuffed animals for being anatomically incorrect. Yet, the moment you linger a second too long looking at a plush shark or otter, he will quietly buy it for you while you are looking away and hand it to you without a word
.Even though it is a summer day, Himeko brings a thermos of her signature, perfectly brewed coffee to share while you walk to the entrance. She steps away from her usual formal Trailblaze attire, opting for a flowing, elegant sundress and a wide-brimmed sunhat that she holds onto whenever a breeze picks up
.While Himeko is usually the mature, guiding "big sister" figure of the Astral Express, the glowing jellyfish tanks make her eyes light up with pure, genuine wonder. She will stop right in the middle of the glass tunnel, gently linking her arm with yours. Sheāll lean her head against your shoulder, watching the jellyfish drift above like living stars. As a navigator, she canāt help but connect what she sees to the cosmos. She will point to a glowing neon fish and whisper, "Look, that one looks just like the nebula we passed near Jarilo-VI."
.Himeko is usually very poised, but she gets incredibly excited at the tide pool touch tanks. She will coax you into touching a starfish with her, laughing softly when the water splashes her sleeve. You both spend an extra twenty minutes watching the penguins. She finds their waddling adorable and jokingly names two of them after Dan Heng and March 7th because of how they are interacting. Himeko isn't loud about PDA, but she is highly tactile. Expect frequent, gentle hand-squeezes, her fingers brushing against yours, and soft side-glances with a warm, knowing smile.
.She insists on buying you both something to remember the day. She picks out matching keychain plushiesālikely a pair of cute, silly-looking stingraysāand immediately clips hers to her bag. To end the date, you sit on a bench outside the aquarium overlooking the real ocean as the sun sets. She rests her head on your chest, letting out a contented sigh. As you head back, she kisses your cheek and whispers, "Traveling the universe is wonderful, but moments like this with you are my favorite destination."
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Hello! Can I ask Lighter and Billy (seperate) x shy! fem! reader headcanons? Of that she has crush on them, and is inspired by Lighter, that he's confident, can stand up for himself and for others, not caring what others say about him, and he looks handsome. And by Billy she find even he's goofy and energetic, and get called often by Nicole, he does not let himself belittled (Srry Eng is not my first language), and continue show his passion for Starlight knight. And of course he's strong. While reader has low self systeem, and is shy, also very sweet. Just pure fluff and comfort hdc.
Sorry for this long ask. š
And I hope you have good day.
No your good, and I hope you're having a good day so far. And sorry for the wait
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Lighter
āÆYou first notice Lighter not just because he is undeniably handsome, but because of his absolute self-assurance. As someone who struggles to speak up, watching him effortlessly defend his friends and brush off insults like lint leaves you completely awed
āÆInitially, you content yourself with watching him from afar at the Sons of Calydon camp. You admire how he never lets the rough Outer Rim environment harden his spirit, using his strength exclusively to shield others
āÆWhenever his sharp, confident gaze accidentally meets yours, your heart runs a marathon. You immediately look down, fiddling with your hands, which Lighter actually finds incredibly endearing
āÆLighter might seem focused only on his training and his fuel, but he is incredibly perceptive. He notices the quiet, sweet girl who always seems to perk up whenever he talks about standing your ground
āÆHe catches you being pushed around or spoken down to by a rowdy proxy or scavenger. Before you can panic, Lighter steps in, wraps an arm around your shoulder, and shuts the agitators down with a sharp, confident grin
āÆAfter they scurry off, he doesn't pity you. Instead, he looks down at you, bumps your shoulder playfully, and says, "You gotta hold your head up high. Don't let people like that think they can dim your light."
āÆOnce Lighter knows you want to be more confident, he takes it upon himself to be your personal cheerleader. He will actively create low-stakes situations for you to practice speaking up, standing right behind you like a protective shadow
āÆWhile you are busy being inspired by his confidence, Lighter is secretly being undone by your shyness. When you softly compliment his braveryāor tell him he looked really handsome during a matchāthe "Unbeatable Champion" completely stutters, his ears turning bright red under his hair
āÆYour breakthrough moment happens when someone tries to badmouth Lighter's fighting style while you are nearby. Fuelled by your crush and everything he taught you, you surprisingly snap back at them. Lighter witnesses this, and the proud, dazzling smile he gives you makes every ounce of fear vanish
āÆLighter is loud and high-energy around the crew, but when he is alone with you, he tones it down. He appreciates the quiet peace you bring into his chaotic life
āÆBecause he knows you get anxious in big crowds, he will firmly wrap his large, calloused hand around yours. It is his silent way of saying, "I'm right here, no one is going to mess with you."
āÆHe won't make you confess first because he knows it would stress you out. Instead, after a long day, heāll look at you with total sincerity and say, "I like having you around. A lot. Youāve got a lot of heart, and I want to be the guy who gets to protect it."
Billy
āBilly is always at maximum volume, but he genuinely appreciates your calm, sweet presence. He thinks your shyness is incredibly cute and never pressures you to speak up. He becomes a protective barrier when social situations overwhelm you
āNicole Demara will frequently yell at Billy for wasting money or being a goofball. Billy never lets it get him down; he just laughs it off or strikes a dramatic pose. If Nicoleās sharp tongue accidentally makes you shrink back, Billy steps in instantly. He will put an arm around you and say, "Hey, boss, go easy! They are the heart of this team!"
āPeople might call his obsession childish, but Billy refuses to be belittled for what he loves. You are his favorite audience because you actually listen to his passionate rants without judging him. He will drag you to watch reruns of Starlight Knight, sharing his popcorn and getting hyped. He tells you that you have the "heart of a true hero," which melts your shy disposition
āHe acts like a cartoon character, but Billy is an incredibly lethal, top-tier cyborg fighter. The moment a Corrupted gets near you, his goofy demeanor vanishes into cold, calculated precision. After effortlessly wiping out a room of monsters, he immediately twirls his guns, looks at you, and asks, "Did I look cool?"
āIf you criticize yourself, Billy will gasp dramatically and list five things he loves about you. He understands your shyness and never forces you into the spotlight or crowded places. He loves holding your hand because his metallic fingers feel warm, grounding you when you feel anxious.