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007n7 spotted Elliot across the room, his shoulders tense and jaw clenched. He hesitated, then reached out and tapped his shoulder gently.

Elliot turned around slowly, glaring daggers. “You’ve got some nerve,” he growled—and before 007n7 could react, Elliot threw a sharp jab at his chest. 007n7 stumbled back, hands raised in defense. “Hey—! I wasn’t trying to—”

But Elliot didn’t stop. He swung again, forcing 007n7 into a clumsy dodge.

“I don’t want to see your face,” Elliot snapped, landing another light punch. “Ever.”

Yet his next move was… different. He stepped closer, leaned in just a bit too much, his breath warm against 007n7’s ear. “…Though I gotta admit,” he murmured low, “you make a decent punching bag. Kinda cute when you flinch.”

007n7 blinked, confused. “What?”

“Shut up,” Elliot said quickly, shoving him again. His cheeks were slightly red now.

“I-I think you’re blushing—?”

“I’m mad!” Elliot barked, looking away too fast. “And if you say one more thing, I will throw you across the room… romantically.”

007n7 stood there stunned. “Wait, what?”

Elliot had already turned away, muttering under his breath, “Stupid. Why do you have to look like that…”