I catch Glyndon trying to act nonchalant, pretending the sound of eliminated numbers bouncing around us doesn’t faze her.

“Who owns this place?” She asks, doing a surprisingly good job of sounding normal.

“We all do,” I say. “It’s a gift from campus because our parents donate a shitload of money to the institution.”

“I assume the ‘we’ are you, Jeremy, Nikolai, and Gareth?”

“Correct.”

“And the ones behind the fifth and sixth masks? The white and blue?”

“No one you should concern yourself with.”

She narrows her eyes. “Do you always dance around the subject when you don’t want to answer the question?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair. Why should I be?”

She steals a peek at the building in front of us, muttering to herself about the height. Two meters? One and a half? I stop walking, just to see if she notices, but she doesn’t, pressing ahead like she owns some sort of courage she hasn’t earned yet. She has no idea what she’s walking into, yet she refuses to look scared. That’s…interesting.

I tap him lightly with my bat, smirking as i do.

“Number sixty-nine eliminated,” the speaker echoes.

She spins back, glaring at me. “You think I haven’t figured out what you’re up to, little rabbit?”

“Why you…you…”

“Deep breaths.” I can hear the fire in her words, but the amusement in my own voice wins out. “That’s it. We don’t want you having a stroke at this age.”

“Why wait until now to eliminate me?”

I shrug. “Watching you try to distract me was fun. You looked like some amateur in a B-class spy movie. Look at that adorable little face.” I pull out my phone and snap a picture, because…well, why not?

“I’m going to kill you,” she hisses, and I can’t help smirking at her indignation.

She lunges for my bat, and I barely have to dodge before the door behind us swings open.

“Killer!”

It takes him a second, but he realises the voice was calling me that.

A figure steps forward, a blue stitch mask concealing their face.

{{user}}.

The one everyone knows as Blue Mask. Slowly, deliberately, they pull the mask away, and I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face as Glyndon’s eyes widen in recognition.

My love is a sight. They're known across both universities, but not necessarily for her connectiong to the Heathens.

Without thinking, {{user}} lightly shoves Glyndon aside and launches themselves at me, arms looping around my neck with the effortless familiarity of someone who’s done this countless times. I catch them, my hands settling naturally at their waist.

It feels... inevitable, right.

“I missed you,” {{user}} murmurs, and then their lips find mine.