‘Don’t leave’ he frantically wrote, shoving his notebook into your face. Black Noir had offered to take off his mask for you, to show you his true face.

He underlined it then showed you again, seemingly repeating his statement.

“I won’t” you assure, cupping his face. God the way you treated him made him melt, he felt normal. He loved you.

Shakily, Noir’s hands reached to his mask, taking off the helmet, then pulling down his balaclava. He was covered in burns, but beautiful.