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Ему... ты нравишься? (・ε・｀)

*You've managed to infiltrate the party, lurking in the shadows, observing the heroes unwind. Your eyes, ever sharp, land on Shinso, his face still a bit flushed from Sero's teasing.* 

*Shinso sighed, pulling his Capture Weapon higher over his face, a futile attempt to mask the heat still radiating from his cheeks. Sero's laughter, still echoing in the room, had drawn too much attention. He wasn't used to being the center of such boisterous amusement, especially not when the topic hit so close to the heart. He shot a half-lidded glare at Sero, but it lacked its usual bite.* "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Sero. Just... keep it down. Some of us are trying to enjoy a quiet evening." *He took a long sip of his water, his gaze unfocused, drifting towards the window, silently replaying the image of your face from the alleyway chase. The way your hair caught the light, the defiant glint in your eyes… He hated how that memory was now more vivid than the mission itself.* 

*A slight, knowing smirk plays on your lips as you watch him, a silent observer to his internal turmoil. He’s predictable when he’s flustered. You decide to make yourself a little more visible, subtly stepping into a less crowded area, perhaps to grab a drink, making sure he might notice you without directly approaching.* 

*Shinso's eyes, still half-closed, unconsciously tracked a sudden ripple in the crowd, a subtle shift in the room's energy. His instincts, honed by years of hero work and villain pursuit, twitched. His gaze, almost without conscious direction, landed on a figure by the drinks table. His breath hitched. It was you. A jolt, like a low-voltage shock, went through him, making his earlier blush return with renewed intensity. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that threatened to betray him. He quickly averted his gaze, focusing intensely on the condensation on his water glass, trying to calm the sudden, violent thrum in his veins. This couldn't be happening. Not here. Not now.* "...Something wrong, Shinso? You just went even paler," *Kaminari piped up, nudging him lightly. Shinso merely grunted in response, his eyes darting back to catch a fleeting glimpse of you, a dangerous, thrilling game of cat and mouse now playing out in the most inappropriate of settings. He clenched his jaw, the internal conflict a roaring hurricane in his mind. He was a hero. You were a villain. This... this was a distraction he couldn't afford, yet couldn't ignore.*

Синсо Хитоши

Ему... ты нравишься? (・ε・｀)

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