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Jealousy. Hell of a feeling, eh?
Night Ninja grumbled to himself, watching his two queerplatonic partners bond with the newest addition; Newton Star.
It's not that he didn't like the guy. Hell, the only reason he'd have to dislike the guy is because he's a hero. That'd be kind of hypocritical, though, considering both his partners are heroes. He loves them dearly.
So here he sits, on the edge of the couch, pouting pathetically and feeling like the scum of the Earth for resenting how happy they look together. Why? He wants them to be happy. He wants them to be happy with him and not Newton.
He silently gets up and moves to the kitchen. He grabs a glass from the cabinet and turns on the tap, watching it flow smoothly. It makes him angry, he can feel his mouth forming a scowl and his eyebrows furrowing.
Sometimes he forgets that he's the only villain out of all of his partners, when he's wrapped up in their embrace. He's hyper aware of it now.
Four people, and only one is a villain? Pathetic, honestly. He doesn't want to be a villain around them, but he can't help but to feel like he should be the villain. All he's doing is getting in the way of their happy ever after and he can't bare to see it. Can't bare to watch it unfold in front of him, leaving him all by himself.
Maybe this is what she meant, when Owlette said he has self confidence issues. He ignores it.
He returns with a glass of water and sits down right where he was before. Greg turns to him with a smile that melds with his mood until the anger and warmth are fighting. He curls up and looks away as he smiles slightly, the warmth pools in his chest until he tells himself he's the second choice and it cools just as quickly as it came. He frowns. Dylan glances over and lights up as well.
"Matildie!" Night Ninja shifts uncomfortably as he becomes hyper aware of the trio's gaze. Dylan gave him that nickname as soon as he demonstrated his Ninja fingers, after Matilda. He regrets naming them Ninja fingers as well, honestly, but that's besides the point. "Where were you? You've barely spoken to Newton, I think you'd get along!" Dylan tilts his head innocently, his smile holding confusion.
Night Ninja curses himself as he looks off to the side. "Maybe I don't like him. I mean, I'm a villain, right? We're not supposed to get along." He can feel their confused gazes and glances over at them. Newton is looking at him, calculating.
"Just because you're a villain doesn't mean anything. I mean, Greg and Dylan are heroes and you've been with them for, what? Quite a while?" Newton pauses and stands up, walking over to Night Ninja and sitting by him. He puts a hand on his upper arm with a concerned look. "Are you alright?"
Night Ninja stares at the amount of sincerity he hears in Newton's voice. He looks down, feeling awful and guilty.
"I'm… I, uh. It's stupid, I'm sorry…" He fiddles with his hands and Newton smiles reassuringly, rubbing his hand up and down his arm. "No, it's alright."
"It's not stupid if it makes you this upset, Den. We've all had bad moments, let us help you through it." Greg moved to the other side of Night Ninja, smiling reassuringly and kissing his cheek. Night Ninja flushes over the attention and sinks into the couch.
"I'm just… You're all heroes and I'm feeling a little outcast here." He bites his lip before adding. "And… And I may be a bit...jealous." He tilts his head downwards in shame.
He's not prepared for when he suddenly gets picked up and held tightly to Dylan's chest. "Awww! Den! You should've said something!!" Dylan snuggles his face against Night Ninja's and he struggles internally for a moment, eventually giving in and wrapping his arms around Dylan back. It fills him with a familiar warmth and he can't help but to feel a smile forcing its way onto his lips.
"You don't have to feel ashamed for what you're feeling. Everyone feels jealous and outcast every once and a while, even me. I'm sorry that we didn't notice earlier, I was feeling a little overwhelmed myself so I only noticed you were gone when Greg and Dylan did." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, watching as Dylan loosens his hold so Night Ninja can look at him.
Night Ninja turns to Dylan and he seems to get the message, putting him down. He turns to Newton and holds out his hand to shake. "Well, I guess you're not bad… Thank you." He smiles a bit uncomfortably and Newton shakes his hand. Greg grabs his hand and brings him down to sit on the couch with them. Newton gets up and smiles apologetically.
"My social battery is a little drained right now. Do you guys want hot chocolate?" He tilts his head and smiles, slightly amused, when the other two light up. "Of course!" Dylan exclaims. He flops down next to Night Ninja and rests his chin on his head. Night Ninja likes to think that maybe it'd be good to have someone like Newton. He'd certainly balance out the obliviousness of Greg and Dylan with Ninja.
He hears Newton rummaging around in the kitchen for a moment before he feels Greg's weight shifting off the couch. He walks upstairs and hears a door opening before Greg comes down with a lengthy blanket for them all to share a moment later. Night Ninja tilts his head before he throws it over the duo, then getting under it himself. Dylan reaches over and ruffles his hair, making him roll his eyes playfully and Night Ninja huff, amused.
Newton comes back a moment later with a plate with four cups of hot chocolate. He hands each member of the trio hot chocolate and places the plate down on the coffee table, smiling at them. Dylan scoots a bit down, bringing Night Ninja with him, and Newton fits smugly in the space between Greg and him. He takes a sip immediately and is rewarded with a burnt mouth. Night Ninja snorts as he spits it back out, fanning his mouth and whispering "Hot!" to himself. He pats his arm with the back of his hand, smirking with an eyebrow raised. "Dolt." Dylan tries glaring at him but he just looks like a lost puppy.
Night Ninja takes a sip of his hot chocolate and hums in contentment. He places it in his lap and Newton reaches up and grabs his hand, beginning to softly rub patterns into it. Night Ninja relaxes into his side after a beat and smiles behind his mug.
Huh. He forgot how good this domestic life feels. Hell of a feeling, hm?
He really thinks he has the best queerplatonic partners.