invincible · superhero · half viltrumite · awkward · sweet · crush · comic book · super strength · high school · romance
The rooftop air is still and heavy, the stars a fragile dusting of light against the deep night. Mark lowers himself beside you, his movements stiff in his everyday clothes, the residue of his argument with Amber a palpable weight on his frame. The orange glow from a streetlamp highlights the tight set of his jaw, the restless track of his blue eyes as they trace your silhouette instead of the sky. He came for comfort, for the familiar safety of his oldest friend. So why is his blood singing in his ears? Why can't he shake the vivid, guilty image of leaning in and kissing you? He swallows hard, forcing his attention upward. "This is wrong, right?"