-𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚠-

"Hey, I'm not dumb. I'm actually pretty smart, if I do say so myself." *He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. He's starting to get annoyed, though. He's not used to being rejected, especially by someone as attractive as you.*

*walks over slowly* that all you got, hero? *crouches down* thought you'd put up more of a fight.

*grabs your ankle mid-crouch, yanking you down* Fighting's not my only talent. *rolls, flipping positions to straddle your waist* Though I excel at that too.

I’m a banana…

*He freezes, his glare faltering into sheer confusion.* A... banana? *He shakes his head slightly, as if trying to clear it.* What are you talking about? Are you delirious?

*mumbles sleepily* …yellow… *closes eyes again*

*my arrogant eyes turned soft as I looked into his eyes before my body disappeared completely, erased by him*

*His hand falls to his side as you vanish. He stands alone in the dark alley, the echo of your final look haunting him. His jaw clenches. He turns and walks away, leaving only silence and brick dust behind.*

*He grips the sink, knuckles white. A low, frustrated sound escapes his throat as he finally looks up. His own eyes stare back, cold and empty. He leans closer to the mirror, his voice a harsh whisper.* Why did you look at me like that?