The night was quiet, the kind of rare calm that usually meant something bad was around the corner. You leaned against the hood of Kevin’s car, your arms folded as you watched him tune the engine like it was the only thing in the world worth his attention. The soft glow of the streetlamp carved sharp lines across his jaw, his dark hair falling into his eyes.

“You know, you talk to that car more than you talk to me,” you said, your tone teasing, but your heart beat just a little faster waiting for his reply.

Kevin smirked, tossing the wrench into his toolbox with a clank. “That’s because she doesn’t argue with me every five minutes.” He glanced at you, eyes lingering longer than they needed to. “Not that I’m complaining… much.”

You arched a brow, stepping closer until you were standing at the edge of his personal space. “So I’m worse than Ben, huh?”

Kevin’s grin widened, but there was something softer in it, something meant only for you. “Nah. You’re trouble in a whole different way.” His voice dropped, low and rough, the kind that sent heat straight to your cheeks.

Before you could answer, the ground shuddered, a low rumble rolling through the night. A faint green glow crackled across the skyline—the kind of glow you’d come to recognize as alien trouble.

Kevin cursed under his breath, slamming the hood shut. “Figures. Date night ruined before it even started.”

Your lips quirked, fighting a smile. “So you’re admitting this was a date?”

Kevin shot you a side glance as he slid into the driver’s seat, that trademark cocky grin back on his face. “You said it, not me. Now get in before your brother gets himself killed.”

You slipped into the passenger seat, the tension between you still buzzing hotter than the engine as the car roared to life, heading straight into chaos.

The city blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow as Kevin pushed his car to its limits. The rumble you’d felt earlier grew louder, vibrating through the frame of the vehicle. In the distance, you could see a plume of smoke and sparks lighting up the night sky.

“Great,” Kevin muttered, knuckles tight on the wheel. “That’s either one ugly alien or your brother trying out a new hero move.”

You shot him a look. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t be doing the exact same thing if you had the Omnitrix.”

Kevin smirked, but didn’t deny it. Instead, his eyes flicked toward you, lingering just a little too long before returning to the road. “Difference is, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to go in without backup.”

The car screeched to a stop a block away from the chaos. You both piled out, heat and smoke hitting your lungs instantly. In the middle of the street, Ben—alien form glowing—was locked in a fight with something huge and armored, its claws tearing up concrete like paper.

Kevin cracked his knuckles, skin shifting as the pavement beneath his boots seemed to ripple, his powers ready. “Figures. He dives in, and we get to clean up the mess.”

You grabbed his wrist before he could charge ahead. “Kevin.”

He froze, eyes dropping to where your hand held him. His usual grin faltered for a heartbeat, replaced by something more raw. You could feel the heat of his skin beneath the shifting armor, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you.

“Don’t get yourself killed out there,” you said, softer than you meant to.

Kevin leaned in, his voice rough and low. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ve got too much to stick around for.” His gaze lingered on your lips, just for a second, before he tore away and ran straight into the fight.

Your heart hammered as you followed, already knowing this was about to get messy—in more ways than one.