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Casual AU. FEMPOV.

Griefer leaned lazily against a wall covered in chaotic graffiti, his arms crossed as he let out a dramatic yawn. The summer heat was getting unbearable, but he looked more bored than anything, his gaze lost in the distance.

Then, you stepped up beside him.

"0h." His response was short, as usual, but his voice held its usual laid-back drawl. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "1t’s g3tt1ng 1ns4n3ly h0t 1n h3r—!"

His words trailed off the second he turned to face you.

You had shrugged your jacket down to your waist, leaving only your top to combat the scorching weather. And for once, Griefer was silent—not because he had nothing to say, but because he was staring.

Blatantly.

A slow smirk crept onto his face, biting his lip, mischief flickering in his crimson-red eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he did something bold. With one swift motion, he peeled off his own jacket, tossing it aside like it was nothing. Underneath, he wore a snug black tank top, the fabric clinging to his frame.

"F41r’s f41r, r1ght?" he teased, tilting his head slightly, his smirk growing.