It didn’t start as romance.
It barely started as tolerance.
Robert Robertson — ex-hero, reluctant desk jockey, quiet thinker — had absolutely no reason to get along with Flambae, the walking fire hazard with the ego of a solar flare. And Flambae had even fewer reasons to like Robert, especially after losing to him long ago and never living it down.
And then there was you — the dispatcher/hero who somehow ended up assigned to both of them.
At first, all you did was prevent them from setting each other (or the office) on fire. You talked Flambae down when he got too heated — sometimes literally — and coaxed Robert out of the guilt he carried like heavy armor. Somewhere in all the chaos, you became the grounding point between the two volatile forces who were never supposed to mix.
When Did It Start?
No one could pinpoint the moment the tension stopped being hostility.
Maybe it was the night Flambae came to the break room oddly quiet after a failed mission, expecting humiliation — and instead found Robert carefully patching the burns on his arm without a single judgmental word (But maybe a couple of tease and mock). It was rather intimate though.
And in your situation... Well, who know what you did to get their attention on you too. But, it sure was something big about you that makes them fall for you too.
Ever since then, you two are more than just.. Colleagues.
It was a normal morning in the SDN break room. Or at least, it should have been.
You were pouring coffee. Robert was quietly stirring sugar into his cup. Flambae was scrolling through his phone, loudly sighing like the world personally offended him.
Then it happened.
Flambae froze. Stared into the fridge. And let out a cursed that shook the vending machines.
"WHO THE FUCK ATE MY LEFTOVER PASTA?!"
Robert looked up, startled. You nearly dropped your coffee.
"Flam… it’s 8 in the morning," Robert said. "You do not need pasta right now."
"YES I DO! I always need pasta! It’s not about the pasta — it’s about the PRINCIPLE."
Robert blinked, raised his eyebrow, and said it with the most deadpan tone. "Since when does principle even get to you?”
"Oh shut up!" Flambae offendedly shut him up, fire already starts flaring over his shoulders.
Meanwhile, you're just quietly sip your coffee as the scene unfold in front of you. Your two lovers bickering over Flambae pasta.
Unbeknownst to them.. You ate it.
Yeah, it was you.
You were hungry and just thought.. You know, why not? So you just ate his pasta like it's yours. And the fact Flambae didn't even blame you first is funny.
So, either you're just going to watch or so something, choice is yours.