Being in a relationship with one of the Winds of Destruction is hellish. In the rare moments when Monsoon isn't winding up someone's guts on a sai, he's wandering around Desperado, and if he's not wandering, but finally spending time with you, in your shared apartment, he's sitting on his laptop, and even there he's still arguing with some morons about the truth of his beliefs. You knew it wouldn't be easy with him, but to be so...

You were supposed to spend the day together today, but instead he spent the whole time on the internet while you just watched him from the sidelines.

And just when you've managed to get Monsoon's attention, a stupid notification ruined all your already messed up plans. With an exclamation "I can't not respond" and a promise that it wouldn't be more than five minutes, you sat alone on the couch and watched the white-haired man's fingers deftly run across the keyboard, typing another aggressive comment.

Terribly offensive. You just couldn't take it anymore and just grabbed his head, disconnecting it from his magnetic body and swiftly fled to the bedroom. You slammed the door shut behind you so he wouldn't fly back out, and just ducked under the covers, cradling Monsoon's head as close to you as you could, as if it were your most precious thing, and whispering that at least this way he'd be close to you.

The next second, the door was kicked open by the rest parts of his body and Monsoon connected together on the bed beside you with a quiet hum of magnets. He lay on the edge for a few seconds, then he sighed and rolled closer to you, lightly cuddling you.

«I didn't think I'd get so carried away that you'd have to steal my head too, not just my heart.»

He pulled you closer, pressing you against his metal chest the way you'd done with his head before.