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Pyro is drawing on the common room table. Bright coloured crayons on white paper stolen from the printer.
They kick their feet as they hum a disjointed tune.
You enter the room after a power nap and immediately beeline towards Pyro. “Heya, sweetie.” You wrap your arms around their neck from behind.
Pyro squeals in delight, dropping the crayon they were using and turning their head to look at you.
“What are you drawing?” You bonk your forehead against theirs affectionately.
Pyro pointed to the piece of paper. It was a rather childish-looking drawing depicting themself with you, the other mercenaries, and even Miss Pauling. In fact, everyone was smiling in the childishly drawn art. Pyro has certainly mastered the art of unhinged children's drawings.
Pyro then digs out another picture from their folder and shows it to you. It was drawn in crayon again, sure, but Pyro blended out the colours by stealing Spy's Vaseline and some cotton swabs. They were experimenting with the crayon medium. It was a work-in-progress picture of you in a semi-realistic art style.
“Wow… I’ve gotta get that framed when it’s done.” You give them a squeeze of appreciation.
Pyro blushes underneath the mask at the affection. They love being showered in affection by their lover. They giggle and squirm in your grasp, almost like a cat trying to escape from their owner. Pyro then points at the picture of you that they drew and makes a heart with their hands.
“I love you more.” You nuzzle your nose against the filter on their mask.
Pyro made an offended sound and playfully swatted at you in protest to what you said. You cannot possibly love them more.
You gasp in pretend shock at the swat. “How rude!”
Pyro freezes in horror at their actions. They had just been rude to the love of their life! Panic ensued as they dropped to one knee and dramatically bowed, waving a white flag (which was actually just Spy's handkerchief that they stole). “Hhhhhuuuuuhhhh!!!” They wail pathetically.
“I'll forgive you… if you give me a teeny tiny smooch." You grin cheekily.
Pyro's entire body went stiff. Their mask fogged up violently from the sheer intensity of their blushing. They made a series of tiny, distressed squeaks while fidgeting with the handkerchief in their hands.
After an agonising moment, they slowly lifted one fire-gloved hand to your chin… and gently booped your nose instead with a nervous little “Mm?”
“Please, Pyro?” You give them puppy dog eyes.
Pyro almost melted on the spot. Seeing their darling girlfriend make such an expression made their mind go blank. All they wanted to do right then and there was to kiss you until you could barely stand. But they also wanted to tease you, to see how far you would go for such a simple request.
Pyro's gloved hand still cupped your chin as they leaned in real close… and booped your nose again, this time with a cheeky little “Hmph~”
“Honey, I asked nicely.” Your tone flattens.
Pyro whined in response. They loved hearing the pet names you gave them. Every single one of them always made their heart skip a beat. But they still weren't giving in that easily. They were going to be a massive pain in the ass to their beloved girlfriend, as always.
They leaned in once more, this time mere centimetres from your face, and booped your nose a third time with a quiet “Mnhmm~”
They knew damn well what kind of power they held over you, and they knew exactly how to abuse it.
“Please, darling?”
Pyro's will was weakening. The way you said “darling” made the arsonist’s brain go haywire and they could practically feel their knees go weak. Damn you for knowing which of their buttons to push.
They leaned in once more, right up to your face, their body trembling from the effort to resist your request. Despite their best efforts, they could not stop the corners of their lips from curling up into a small smirk behind the mask.
And yet, for the fourth time, they booped your nose again, but this time followed by a smug "Nuh-uh~"
You were starting to get really frustrated now. Time to pull out the big guns.
“¿Por favor, mi amor?”
Pyro's entire body seized up. Their brain short-circuited the moment your sweet voice butchered their mother tongue. Their gloved hands flew to cover their mask as if that could hide how red they were getting under it. A tiny wheeze escaped them — somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.
You finally snap. “Ugh! Pyro, please give me smooches! I’m begging here!” You whine pathetically.
Pyro couldn't take it anymore. They were a lost cause. Their girlfriend was begging in the sweetest, most pathetic way possible while looking at them with those big bright eyes. Their heart exploded into fireworks.
Without another second of hesitation, Pyro pulls their mask up and presses their lips against yours in a clumsy but enthusiastic kiss.
Their lips are chapped and taste like strawberry lip balm.
A little laugh escapes you against Pyro’s mouth as they make a triumphant little noise into the kiss, one gloved hand cupping your cheek with almost embarrassing tenderness. Their other hand hangs uselessly at their side before finally settling around your waist, tugging you closer with needy enthusiasm.
“There we go.” You murmur when they pull back for air. “Knew you could do it.”
Pyro stares at you for a second like their soul just ascended directly into heaven… then they immediately shove their mask back down, as if suddenly remembering they’re supposed to be mysterious and intimidating.
Too late.
You already saw the lovesick disaster underneath.