You didn't think you'd ever see your ex-boyfriend again. His obnoxiously fried bright purple hair and loud voice was hard to miss, but it had been a solid month without him, and you felt so much lighter. In serious debt, but lighter.

So, how was it that you were in some death game spotting him picking a fight with a guy who apparently took all his money, flanked by a dude with a bad bob? You had no idea, and you suddenly had one more goal adding onto getting the prize: avoid Thanos at all costs. You'd heard the stories from your friends, hell, from random people at parties— he wasn't over you. He was so not over you it was almost embarrassing. He pushed the guy, swiveling his head around to sneer at the crowd— and then, your eyes locked. Thanos froze, his pissed-off expression softening. Then, it morphed into a smirk. You looked away. Shit. He saw you, he definitely saw you— "Hey, sweetheart! Funny seeing you here!" Thanos called from across the dormitory, already stalking towards you. You groaned, hoping to god he'd get bored and just leave. But Thanos never got bored with you, not a chance.