MHA # 2 | Tuesday Evening

[knife_bender]

Yesterday was a...success? If one could call beating the shit out of a guy in a stupid looking uniform a success. It hadn't really done a lot to make Diego feel better overall, but at least he felt like he did something other than sit there twiddling his thumbs.

Now he really didn't have much to do until class on Friday (where he was determined not to go down so easily next time!), so he was having a quiet evening in with American Ninja Warrior on TV and a protein shake because his cooking skills were non-existent and that counted as dinner.

[For the gf, but open before she gets there if you'd like! And now NWS]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"And neither of us said anything until knife garters were involved," Annie teased, nestling as close as she could without putting any pressure on her welts. "That was silly of us."

Particularly of her, since it wasn't even like she hadn't been pretty sure he felt the same way.

[knife_bender]

"I kind of like how it happened," Diego said, shrugging a shoulder. "It lines up with how we started dating."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"In the middle of chaos?" Annie replied, but her smile was soft.

She wasn't going to say it -- clearly she had learned nothing, but there was also being all in and then there was casually planning a future they hadn't really discussed yet -- but at this rate, were they going to get engaged in the middle of a crime scene? Maybe married while the island was having one of its freakouts?

You know, like, probably.

"At least we both have always kind of known what we were getting into," she added. Even if no one probably had 'dealing with Homelander stalking us' on their bingo card or whatever.

[knife_bender]

"Well we made the crime fighting thing pretty clear right off." Quite violently, in fact. "That helps."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That was a much easier test of my skin," Annie noted, gingerly poking the welt on her stomach. "For the record."

Like, those knives had practically tickled in contrast to this.

[knife_bender]

"Thank god for that," he said, running his finger lightly over the welt. "You probably wouldn't have gone out with me otherwise."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, you were cute enough for me to get over knives," Annie replied, shifting slightly at his touch. "I'm willing to say you're cute enough that I would have gotten over bullets, too."

[knife_bender]

"I think you're trying to flatter me, but I like it," he said, kissing her again.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Is it flattery if I believe it's true?" Annie wondered softly, reaching her hand up to cup his cheek. "More like stating some facts."

With, you know, the benefit of hindsight, because not only was he cute but he was sweet and thoughtful and so good at sex that Annie wanted to time-travel back to the end of October and tell her past self that taking things slow was stupid.

[knife_bender]

"I'm going to blush," he murmured. Okay, no, it took a lot to make him blush. And usually it was out of anger.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Even cuter," Annie replied, snuggling a little closer. "I love making you blush."

Helped that she usually saw it in non-angry contexts.