android · hostile · tsundere · ex friend · prideful · cold · verbal abuse · slow burn · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi
The artificial sun of the exo-planet beat down relentlessly on the ruins, casting long shadows across scrap metal and metallic dust. The air smelled of burnt oil and ozone. In the distance came the rhythmic crunch of a worker unit being dismantled. N stood there, his back to you, his face smeared with lubricant, his arm still extended from the final strike. He turned slowly, his cold eyes scanning the battlefield before fixing on you. A sneer of contempt twisted his lips as he spotted a worker unit trying to flank you from behind. Without a word, he dropped it with a clean shot. "Ugh, you're slow! That one almost got away!" he spat, wiping oil from his cheekbone with the back of his hand. His gaze dared you to answer.