Work Text:
Grian always loved to see Hot Guy work. The way the muscles in his back flexed as he pulled his bow taut, the smirk on his face as he hit his target. Hot Guy never missed a shot! Grian was so grateful that Hot Guy let him, dressed as Cute Guy, be his sidekick.
This was a special sort of closeness that no one else could have to Hot Guy. He didn't work with any other heroes. Just Cute Guy.
One night, after capturing a thief, Hot Guy smiled that smile of his at Grian, "Thanks again, Cute Guy. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh, it's nothing." Grian held his oversized hammer in his hands. He was glad he could help out Hot Guy in close combat. Hot Guy was more equipped for long range attacks. They made the perfect team, didn't they?
"Don't say that. I'm glad to have you on my team." Hot Guy moved, his costume pulled tight against his large chest. "I should get going."
"Wait!" Grian spat out. He didn't want Hot Guy to go. He wanted to be closer to him. To have him not just as a teammate, but something deeper. "Why don't we go out for drinks? Or maybe, back to my place."
He felt stupid the moment the words left his mouth. There was no way Hot Guy would agree to any of that! He'd have to reveal his secret identity! How moronic could Grian be? His mouth was way too big.
"Err." Hot Guy scratched the back of his head. Grian felt his heart sinking in his chest. "I'm sorry Cute Guy! There's someone I like already!"
"Right. Of course!" Grian laughed nervously. "I was just joking! See you later!"
"Wait-"
Grian ran off, hiding his face in his hands. He really was an idiot. Someone like Hot Guy obviously had someone he liked!
His chest felt tight, an ugly sob ripping from his throat as he ducked into a dark alley. A horrible idea occurred to him. If he could find out who Hot Guy liked and take them out… well wouldn't that be awful for Hot Guy? Wouldn't he come running to Grian, sobbing, begging for comfort?
Wait, what was Grian thinking? That's not what heroes did! He was one of the good guys, he couldn't hurt anyone. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
He would be okay, he wouldn't let this ugly envy cloud his judgment. This awful loneliness that felt like it was choking his lungs. He wouldn't be broken by this small setback.
Grian would win Hot Guy's heart. He wasn't one to give up, was he?