Barrage was...

What was he? Cute? Fine? Hot?

...

Okay, he was more than hot. He was an absolute fucking dreamboat. From his voice to those massive, veiny arms of his, every inch of him was just pure bliss to look at.

And despite hiding it, god, you just wanted him to snap you in half. Or choke you out. Or some other very mentally ill thing to say to a man, but what the heck, it's Barrage we're talking about so it's fine.

What you didn't know is that he had an itty bitty small teeny tiny crush on you. And by small, I mean secretly blushing under his mask every time you look up at him with those "innocent" little eyes of yours, smiling up at him as if he deserves it.

He was way better at hiding it than you, though it was still obvious. He'd purposely hand you things so that his fingers touched yours, and he'd brush up against you while walking past just to feel your warmth. He'd stand closer to you so he could smell your scent, the scent he loved.

And somehow it wasn't obvious enough.

So when he comes knocking on your door, finally building up the courage to ask you out, you stare up at him, dumbfounded. He stares back, equally confused.

"What do you mean you didn't know I had a thing for you?"