ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ⇒ sniper mask

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before we start genuine question why do y'all hate kuon LMFAOOOO

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Burgers. That's what you found.

It wasn't exactly your favorite food, but in this world, you couldn't afford to be picky. Burgers would have to suffice if you wanted to retain your energy for whatever you would face later on. It wasn't even that big of a deal. At the moment, there was something else on your mind entirely.

You sat awkwardly beside Kuon and opposite of Sniper Mask, who incidentally, had to take his mask off to eat. He back was turned to you both. Every now and then you could catch a glimpse of his side profile, but not enough to piece together what he really looked like.

"Hey," Kuon whispered, wiping some food off her cheek with the back of her hand. She seemed to notice where you were looking. "It's tempting, isn't it?"

Tearing your eyes away, you looked to her, dumbfounded. "What is?"

"Mr. Mask," a giddy smile graced her lips. "You could totally get up and see his face right now."

"Oh, I don't know," you lowered your gaze in embarrassment. "He seems to like his privacy. I couldn't just go up to him without asking."

But that's not what you said earlier, right?

Again, you remembered your fight in the hotel room. Already you were regretting it. You weren't usually that demanding, so what in the world got you so fired up? Was it really Sniper Mask?

"Yeah, you're right," Kuon said after another bite of her burger. "I was only joking. I'd be way too nervous to ask him, anyways."

Well, that was one way you and Kuon were different.

Standing up and taking an impulsive step forward, you narrowed your eyes. You had no problem asking him again. You'd ask him over and over and over until he finally agreed to show you what he looked like under the mask.

"Hey, Sniper," you called, taking a firm stance behind him. He was still sitting with his back turned to you, but from the looks of it, he had already finished eating.

"What?" He said darkly. All it took was one word for your inner confidence to crumble.

"Why won't you come and sit with us?" you asked him. "You can turn around, you know. We don't bite."

Slowly, he reached for his mask on the ground beside him. He strapped it back onto his head, then stood up and turned around, just like you had asked.

"Weird," he said, staring down at you with an empty look. He was standing so close you could smell the smoke on his jacket. "It feels a little bit like we've had this conversation before."

"I just wanna know what you look like," you admitted, a hint of desperation behind your voice you didn't mean to be there.

"I told you, (Y/N). I don't show people my face."

"Please?" You asked, looking up at him with a sliver of amusement. At least now he was calling you by your name. You followed his lead as he walked to the edge of the rooftop and lit a cigarette. "We're allies now, right? I think I deserve to see you."

"No."

"What if I recognize you?"

"No."

"What if Kuon recognizes you?"

"Would you cut it out already?" He snapped, turning to you with what you had to assume was an irritated look. "I told you back at the hotel—I'm not just gonna take my mask off. And I'd appreciate if you kept your hands off me this time."