The hero hugged them from behind.
At first, they considered jerking away or pushing them off, anything that would’ve made the fluttering of their heart go away. But their brain just stopped functioning and they froze in place.
The hero’s arms around them, their face against the villain’s back - the truth was, they didn’t want to stop this, they didn’t want the hero to go away.
Eventually, the hero did let go and walked around them.
“I missed you,” the hero said. Shit, the hero was doing it again. They were smiling softly.
The words “I missed you too” were already on the villains tongue but their mouth was filled with cotton. The villain cursed themselves. Surprisingly and luckily, the hero hugged the villain again, this time from the front. They buried their face in the villain’s suit, squeezing tightly.
The villain didn’t know what to do with their hands, didn’t know where to put them. All options seemed too intimate. Before they could make up their mind, the hug was over.
For the second time this evening, the hero stepped back from the villain. And for the second time, the villain regretted not telling them the truth.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” the villain said, not quite believing it.
“I did,” the hero said.
The villain huffed. Heroes weren’t supposed to miss their villains.
“You’re being dramatic,” the villain observed dryly, looking at the ground.
“I’m being honest.”
Silence crept up between them. The villain wanted to say something. But all they could think about was the last week when they didn’t show up. When they were in their bed, thinking about the hero. And how they wanted them beside them.
“I could’ve brought you soup,” the hero said. When the villain looked up, they saw how the hero was shrugging with a crooked smile. “Can I ask where you were?”
“At home.” The villain turned around. They hadn’t considered the hero would actually care. But now it was rather clear that this assumption was stupid. The hero always cared.
It felt more natural, it felt easier, to end the conversation right here and right now. To just walk away and not think about what had happened last week. Or rather, avoid what had happened last week. Which was thinking and thinking and thinking.
“Were you sick?” the hero asked.
In mere seconds, the hero was in front of them again.
“I could’ve brought you soup,” the hero repeated. The villain fought a smile. Soup wasn’t exactly a cure for an aching heart.
“I am fine,” they answered bluntly, almost shooing the hero away. Pushing people away seemed to be the villain’s secret gift but the hero was either completely oblivious to that or they didn’t care. Whatever it was, the villain turned aside again, giving the hero a cold shoulder. But the hero was faster.
“Next time you better tell me that you’re feeling unwell.” The hero raised a warning finger, trying to look intimidating but they weren’t incredibly great at it.
The villain lifted a lazy brow, crossing their arms.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“No — I mean, yes! I missed you! And it was terrible to sit here and watch the cars. Or fight some thieves.” The hero stepped closer and the villain could get a better look at the face they had been dreaming about the last week.
“I will bring you soup the next time,” the hero decided. “No debate.”
The villain smiled. Maybe soup was a cure for an aching heart.