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(PAINTBRUSH x READER) It's not love, I swear

You hate them.
You hate their attitude. Their voice. Their words.
You hate everything about them.
But if that were true, why do you feel like this around them?
You wouldn't think they're pretty if you hated them. You wouldn't constantly follow them around in every challenge, talking with them at every opportunity, almost getting eliminated several times in the process, if you hated them.
You take a deep breath.
...You don't hate them.
You love them. You want to be their friend. Or, perhaps more?
Paintbrush. "The Hothead." That's what they all call them.
You don't think that's true.
You think the competition's got everyone on edge—Paintbrush was always a little moody—especially now, with how tense everything is.
"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice calls out to you, interrupting your thoughts. You can feel their tall figure loom over you, and as you turn around, you see their face, a look of concern and worry, one not too unfamiliar to see from them.
You take a moment to realize your position. You are sitting under a tree, hugging your knees. You put a hand to your cheek. You feel tears spread as you wipe it.
...Why are you crying? Things don't get to you that easily, and yet, you're crying over something so small.
You let out a small sniffle.
"Wh- (Y/N)!? What's wrong!?" They ask, a panic-stricken tone in their voice. They crouch down, putting one hand on the ground for balance and using the other to gently brush the tears from your face. Though, the touch felt warm. Affectionate, even.
They stop, leaving their hand on your cheek. You place your hand on theirs, leaving you both looking into each other's eyes.
...You hear a whisper.
"That's kinda gay," Lightbulb snickers from a distance. You both look at her. She gasps and runs off. You see Paintbrush's face turn red as they quickly stand up and chase her, covering their face with one hand. They stop in their tracks, turning back toward you.
"S-sorry... (Y/N)... Are you okay?"
You take a deep breath.
"Paintbrush..." You look up at them, changing your position so you're not curled up. They raise an eyebrow, walking towards you and sitting in front of you, crossing their legs.
"I-I think I... love you?"
Their eyes widen. They look at you, their face turning red again. You feel your cheeks warm up.
"You do?"
You both fall silent.
They lean into you.
You move back a bit, not knowing what they're about to do. They quickly pull you back, cupping your cheeks and kissing you.
They kissed you.
On the lips.
You let out an embarrassed squeak as they quickly pull away.
"I'm so sorry! W-was that too sudden!? I-I didn't mean to make you feel-"
"No." You look up at them again.
"Wh-?"
"No. You're fine." You tell them, your voice monotone.
"Then... You wouldn't mind another?~" They flirt.
"Maybe I wouldn't."
They smirk, leaning in and kissing you again. This time you hold the kiss, putting your hands on your face and cupping their cheeks. Their eyes open and widen, and they pull away again, this time they're flustered.
"Gotcha!"
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