ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴊ ᴡɪᴍʙʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢

I can't help it.

I know I'd told myself that I wouldn't harbor any feelings but it's impossible. She's...a mage. I've never felt this before, I believe it's called, love? Crushing? Ugh...there are too many terms to describe it. But, every time I see Sanford and Y/n hanging out I feel angrier than I've ever been, I've seen so much but I can't bare to watch Y/n being so happy with someone else. I'm not gonna hurt Sanford, I'm not a child, but oh how I do have my fantasies.

"Hey Hank?" The door slowly opens and, speak of the devil, Y/n walks in. I turn around in my chair and groan, my stomach is doing flips, must be a side effect of love, fuck you love.

"I keep seeing you distressed, so while Sanford was at the market I made him buy some calming tea! Shall we drink some?" She grins and sets a tea set on my desk, even though I have one light on right now, her smile still lights up the room, but that's impossible. Unless she's really a mage. I nod and watch closely as she pours steaming tea into the teacups infront of me.
"Y/n." She pauses and tilts her head so that she has eye contact with me. I gulp and clear my throat, it feels like a lump is in my throat.
"Are you a mage?" She tenses up and chuckles to herself, she sets the teapot down and sits back down, shaking her head.
"No silly! What makes you think that?" She punches my arm softly and pulls her sleeves over her hands so she can pick the teacup up safely. She's definitely a mage, how can I get so worked up over a girl, much less a simple action of putting sleeves over your hands. Do I have a fever or is it her? I'll have to do some more research tonight. Females are, complicated creatures, filled with fragile emotions that can be broken easily. But just as easily they can break a man's spirit and be their own person, women, are scary. But, most of them I've seen seem to be dependant on their loved ones. Why is that when they're perfectly capable of defending themselves? I could ask...

"Y/n" she perks up again and takes one last sip of her tea before setting it back down.
"Why are females, so, complicated...?" She thinks for a bit then shrugs.
"You shouldn't say that, some could get offended. But, if I were to summarize it, it would be, our power to comprehend emotions is was makes us so vulnerable. But how should I know? I was raised by men." Right, CIA. Wait, I swear to god if they-
"Was I the first?" She looks over at me and hugs her knees.
"What do you mean?" She softly smiles, which makes my stomach flip.

"Was I the first, to do things to you?" My cheeks heat up at the thought, when I think back at that night. I feel ashamed, I can't believe I treated her like that, I don't want to hurt her. Physically or Emotionally, but I feel like she really wanted me to say yes when she said...

"So I'm your girlfriend?" He sighs and groans, you look away, fearing you did something wrong.
"Did I say, Girlfriend? I said toy. Now sleep, we don't want Sanford knowing do we."

I feel terrible, but, she didn't protest... so did she like the idea? I said that out of instinct, what does it mean. Again, something I'll have to look up.

"Hank? You spaced off, are you okay? You've barely touched your tea, are you not a fan?" Oh god, that's not what I wanted.

"No, I like it. Get out...please." she jumps back and heats up in the face, she nods and slowly gets up.
"Hank?" I look at her, her eyes were more shinier than usual, like she was about to cry.
"I love you, I hope you know that..." she closes the door, leaving the tea behind. My cheeks, feel warm, really warm. My stomach feels worst than its ever been before. I take off my mask and finish my tea, it was warm and refreshing. Calming, it flowed like, I don't know how to explain it, like honey, but less sticky. It was like a warm substance that could make someone hooked instantly.

"I have to understand better..."

"HANK!! Dinner!"

Sanford yells from outside of my room, interrupting me from my research. I groan and walk out, Y/n was getting her plate when she looked over at me, her cheerful expression changed to concern when we met eyes. She set down her plate and shuffled over to me, putting my arm over her shoulder.
"Hank you're a mess, have you been on your computer all this time?" Only know did I realize that I looked like a wreck, maybe Y/n will take care of me...that sounds nice...

"Sit down, I'll make your plate." She hurriedly gets another and start to make my dinner, the lights...are so bright. My head hurts. Not because of her but, like how a hangover feels like...

"Here, do you need anything else?" I shake my head and put my hand over hers, which caught her off guard. She smiles at me and turns to face Sanford, talking and laughing. My blood boils. Sanford is my friend, I don't hate him, so why do I want to punch him? The mage, is it her doing? No she doesn't seem like the type. Maybe it's a new emotion that I've never felt? Another thing to look up, wait, no nevermind. I've heard of this before, I've never felt it, but...I understand Jealousy very well now.