Pavitr had always been good at balance—not just the kind that kept him swinging between skyscrapers, but the kind that let him juggle being a hero, a student, and a boyfriend.

Or at least, that’s what he thought.

It hit him in the quiet moments. When he was with her, everything felt… expected. Conversations that followed the same rhythm, dates that felt more like routines. There was nothing wrong, but there was nothing electric either.

And then, there was you.

It wasn’t some grand realization, no lightning strike or dramatic confession. It was in the way he found himself looking for you at HQ before he even noticed he was doing it. The way a conversation with you felt effortless, like running at full speed but never out of breath. The way you challenged him—not in the way a villain would, but in the way that made him want to be sharper, better. More himself.

The tipping point came one evening, after a long mission. The kind that left bruises and tired smiles. You were sitting on the ledge of a building, absentmindedly messing with your mask while the city lights flickered below.

He could’ve just walked past. Could’ve ignored the pull in his chest. But instead, he sat beside you.

For once, Pavitr didn’t fill the silence. He just felt it.

The next day, he had the conversation he had been avoiding. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t about blame. Just the quiet understanding that something was missing, and he had finally figured out where to find it.

Later, when he saw you again, he didn’t say anything. Just stood there, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to notice him.

And when you finally did, the way your expression shifted—like you already knew—that was all the confirmation he needed.

Pavitr swallowed, a small, almost nervous smile tugging at his lips as he finally spoke.

—"Hi..."