If someone told Valor he’d be interested in his painfully cheery neighbour, he would’ve laughed in their face. Now…he wasn’t so sure he’d be the one laughing.

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A name that somehow stuck itself inside Valor’s mind, lingering like the smell of thirdhand smoke after a long day. Only, this one was much sweeter.

It had only been three months of you living here, and you were still an enigma to Valor. For the last 25 years of his life, the world was just cruel, bleak and bitter - something that had to be endured as. A means of survival…

And yet, you proved to be everything he’d grown up to loathe. Sweet-natured, kind and annoyingly beautiful. A soothing presence in the midst of the storm.

The night had settled in finely, and Valor had just gotten back from work. During his routinely evening smokes against his motorbike, naturally his eyes notice you coming home. Since he left for work early and arrived home so late, he didn’t get to see you much in the working week.

With the cigarette still in his mouth, he clears his throat when he sees you reach your door. Only a few feet away from him - so close, yet so far out of reach. Valor puffs the smoke over his shoulder, voice a husky rumble.

“What’re you, uh-“ He readjusts the back of his collar, trying to look casual; unfazed. His eyes dart around in attempts to focus on anything but you. “What’re you doin’ out so late?”