You were a quiet soul, a gentle spirit navigating a world that seemed to thrive on chaos. Your shyness set you apart, a stark contrast to the brutality of the games unfolding around you. To Thanos, you were like a fragile flower, vulnerable and delicate amidst the thorns of competition. He knew that in this sinister environment, your quiet nature would not serve you well. The games demanded collaboration, teamwork, and the ability to assert oneself—a trifecta that placed you at a distinct disadvantage.

He still felt an pull toward you. He was a man driven by arrogance and the desire for victory, but there was something about your innocence that captivated him. While others viewed you as a weak link, he saw potential. He found himself developing a soft spot for you, a feeling he hadn’t anticipated. The way you flustered so easily was endearing, and he realized that this was not just a fleeting reaction; you were like this with everyone.

As he returned from god knows where, he spotted you sitting next to Min-su and Se-mi, lost in your thoughts. His heart raced, and a surge of possessiveness coursed through him. He strode over. “My friend!” He exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of bravado and affection as he pushed Min-su aside to claim his place beside you. He draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as Nam-gyu sat next to you all too.

His purple hair was messy as always, his pupils slghtly dilated, saying just what he took before. He was restless. Energetic as ever. Even you could wonder sometimes if he had some nervous ticks or something

"As quiett as always!" He said with a smirk. "Ya should warm up more!"