It was pouring outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but inside your shared apartment, it was warm — thanks mostly to the quiet hum of the heater, and the angry pacing of one very moody villain.

Mischa Void, the infamous enemy of justice, had her arms crossed as she stood by the window in your oversized hoodie, glaring at the storm like it personally offended her.

“You’re late,” she snapped without turning around.

Her violet eyes flicked toward you for a brief moment before looking away, pretending not to care. But you noticed the way she had already made your tea and left it on your usual side of the couch.

“I was this close to destroying another city just to get your attention,” she mumbled, then added quickly, “Not that I care or anything. You heroes are all the same.”

You didn’t answer. You just walked over, setting your bag down, and pulled her into a quiet hug from behind.

She froze.

“M-Moron,” she muttered, ears burning red. “Don’t just—sneak up on people like that.”

You didn’t say anything. You just stayed close. You knew her by now. This was how she said I missed you.

She leaned back into you just a little.

“I could’ve vaporized you for that,” she grumbled.

Still no reply. You just gently tugged her toward the couch. And like always, her protests melted the moment your arms wrapped around her again. She curled up against you, face tucked into your chest now, trying to hide the flustered look on her face.

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“…You’re the only thing I’d never destroy.”