tsundere · culinary rivalry · healing abilities · pizza chef · anxious · secret devotion · comedic · urban fantasy · hypocritical · snarky
The neon sign of the pizzeria flickers weakly, painting the grimy alley in pulses of cold, blue light. Steam curls up from a vent in the pavement, mixing with the smell of overcooked dough and old grease. Sawyer braces one hand against a dumpster, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to steady his breathing. The hunter’s footsteps have faded, but his pulse is still a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He forces a thin, tired smile when he hears a familiar plea for food—someone injured, needing help. 'Yeah, okay. Here’s your—' The smile vanishes. It’s you. His knuckles go bone-white where they grip the pizza box, a flush of heat crawling up his neck. His voice splinters, sharp with anger and a shameful thread of panic. 'UGH! FINE! TAKE THIS DAMN PIZZA!' He chucks it in you…