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It was just his luck.
Of course he had to stuck here with the only person in the world he couldn’t stand.
Bridgette Cheng.
He probably should be thankful to her. She was the one who saved him from the akuma. He — the literal superhero — would become a pile of dust a few minutes ago, if this girl — just a usual girl with no powers — wouldn’t push him into a closet away from the blast.
But he couldn’t bring himself to admit it to her. Admit that he was thankful for something she did for him. Not after he used all the available ways of showing he didn’t want her attention. And when she finally (finally!!) stopped following him a couple of weeks ago, he couldn’t just blow his freedom away only for a moment of being polite to his long-term stalker.
At least now he could get out of here and transform to help his Lady. He just needed to find a way of actually getting out.
So, uh..
How does one asks a girl who was stalking him for years, then cried at his particularly unpleasant outburst, and stopped following him and paying any attention at all, and then saved his life risking hers... anyway... how does one asks the girl in this situation to move and let him go, so that he could go become a superhero?
Bridgette looked like she finally realized what she’d just done and that her body was still pressed to his in a small space of the closet and brought her wide open bright blue eyes up to him.
For a moment Felix froze. The air seemed to stuck in his throat as he locked eyes with her. He felt like his heart stopped bitting and was waiting for her permission to make it’s next move.
The feeling was unknown and overwhelming. What was happening? Why were her eyes so deep? Why was her body so warm? Why were her lips so inviting?..
Wait. What?!
Felix shook his head, trying to bring himself back to his normal emotionless state, and saw Bridgette waking up from her trance as well. She looked at her hands pressed in Felix’s chest, then at his arms instinctively wrapped around her, then back at his face.
Before he could react, she pushed herself away, but was blocked by his strong grip — it was an automatic reaction of his body for the danger of the akuma attack and then being pushed in unknown direction — he explained to himself. Not like he’d purposely press their bodies together...
Like he was doing right now, while his savior was desperately trying to set herself free.
“Felix!” Bridgette cried, still floundering in his arms, while he was stuck rationalizing situation inside his own mind. “Let me go!”
What? Oh.
His eyes widened, when he realized he was actually holding Bridgette Chang pressed to his chest in a closet. After she just saved his life. After she cried because of him. After he yelled at her to leave him along two weeks ago. After she was fallowing him around declaring her affections. After he gave his heart to Ladybug. After he was pretending to like her first to get a kiss that would set him free of his curse. After he accidentally — he was sure of it — became a superhero few years ago.
A superhero, who needed to transform and help his lady right now.
Why was he so slow today?
Felix relaxed his arms, setting the girl free, and at the same time saw the door slam behind her, which immediately led Bridgette to hitting her head in attempt to make a distance between them.
And they stopped moving again.
“Agh!” She murmured, and he herd another sound of the door being hit. With her elbow?
“Can you...” Felix finally found his voice. “Uh... I need to get out.” He said.
“The door stuck.” Her voice was irritated, like she didn’t want to share the space with him either.
Since when?
Of course she didn’t annoy him as much as she used to for the past two weeks, but it didn’t feel as freeing as he thought it would. In fact, during the first week this absence of attention was taking even more of his energy, because every time he saw her, he was tensed, expecting to be annoyed again. And then, when it didn’t happen, he couldn’t relax anyway, trying to figure her game out.
The second week he excepted the fact, that he might be finally free from the stalker, but that brought him to the following questions. Such as why did she stop following him? It wasn’t the first time he was verbally rude to her, but it never made her cry before. Not even frown.
In fact Bridgette was the only person, who didn’t take his rudeness seriously. She always smiled at him in response. Not just smiled. But smiled with this forgiving, almost indulgent smile, with which his mother used to smile at him when he was 4 — a grumpy child who waved his little fists, fighting with balloons that invaded his personal space. Balloons, attached to the same little fists by his mom.
He missed his mother.
But being reminded of her smile by the girl stalking him everywhere he went wasn’t the best kind of a reminder.
How dared she?! Not only annoy him to death, but also give him this look. Like he was a child. Like he wasn’t serious. Like she knew something he didn’t!
And when he finally made her leave him alone, and for once he supposed to feel an upper hand, he didn’t.
Instead at the end of the second week he felt sick and destructed. He didn’t feel like this since his mother left him. He was feeling along. Which was ridiculous, cause he was always alone. And more than that. He wanted to be along! He wanted being left along! Right?
And yet when he’d got what he wanted, he didn’t feel good. Scratch it! He felt worse then ever! This internal contradiction was what made him become confused enough to not even noticing that akuma at the first place, and let to this situation.
And then he met her eyes. So close, he never saw them like that. And then she was trying to escape. And then they were stuck in the dark.
Right. The closet. He must get out and transform, and not treasuring the feeling of closeness with his ex-stalker. Wait. What?
“Can you push it?” Bridgette asked.
“What?” Felix didn’t realize he spaced out again.
“Can you push the door?” She repeated with annoyed voice. “You’re stronger.”
“Uh. Yeah. I...” He raised his hands, trying to move passed Bridgette, but the darkness and the compressed space wasn’t helpful, so he brushed her shoulders few times before reaching the door. “Sorry.”
He heard his own voice saying the “s” word, which felt like for the first time in his life and froze for a moment.
Why would he apologize for such a small thing after making her cry? It’s like this word was stuck to his lips and just waited the smallest reason to jump at her...
Bridgette seemed to be frozen too. And for some short moment Felix thought that maybe that was what they both needed.
Maybe they both weren’t ok the way they were for the last two weeks, and he needed to apologize, and she needed to except his apology. And maybe he needed someone to notice him, and follow him, and smile at him like mother at her child, and not ignore him, like his father, and Ladybug, and pretty much everyone who he cared about.
And maybe for some weird reason Bridgette really needed him as well?
“I want to get out!”
Of course not.
Of course she didn’t need him anymore.
Felix felt his knees weakening. Of course now, that he might be realizing she was something he actually needed in his life — not that he was totally fine with admitting it even to himself yet — she was no longer interested in him.
It was just his luck.