Grian Oneshots

➳ Another Day, Another Villain... Another Missed Date ➳

A/N:

Hot Guy and Cute Guy don't know who each other is, but they work together agains't various villians!

The hermits are used for different roles, but the hermits don't know each other in this, except for Scar, Grian and Pearl.

TW: Violence and murder. Enjoy.

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Scar took one final deep breath before knocking on the wooden door to the house, his heart thumping loudly and quickly in his chest. His fist clutched tighter on the red roses he held in his hand. He knew this would change his life, Grian was his best friend, and he didn't even know if the dirty-blonde boy was gay. Scar had tried his best to suppress his feelings, forget about them even, but he couldn't.

Every time he saw the sun shine on a bright blue day. Every time he saw the blooming sunflowers in the field beside their city. Every time someone laughed or smiled, his thoughts drifted back to Grian, his soft smile was enough to brighten his day and his bubbly laughter was enough for his cheeks to flush red.

The door opened to reveal Pearl - Grians sister, her eyes landing at the blush covering the scarred man's face and then darted to the flowers getting squeezed in his face. She smiled and opened the door. "Grian is in his room, I'll tell him you're here"

The male didn't reply but stepped inside as the girl gestured for him to do so, she left and soon another blonde with the same blue eyes stood in front of him instead.

Grian smiled and pointed at the flowers clutched in the other's hand. "Scar, what is this?" The brunette didn't reply but shoved the roses to the others chest, making him grab them before they fell. "For you" he muttered, his cheeks and ear starting to resemble the red jumper Grian wore. Grian's eyes widened in shock, he wanted to reply but no words left his mouth. "I really like you Grian, please just give me a chance," the other pleaded, "let me take you out on a date."

Grian's cheeks started to look like Scars, he had liked his friend for a few weeks, but never had he dreamed the two would go on a date together.
"I like you too, when is the date?" he asked and the others face lit up, the smile feeling as if setting fire to the blondes heart. "Now, I have reservations for the sushi restaurant that just opened a few blocks down."

"Sure thing! Let me just get changed" he yelled as he left to his room, returning in the span of a few minutes, a red waistcoat on top of a white dress shirt, tailored to hug his figure, paired with a pair of straight, grey pants.

"I- wow, you're handsome" Scar finally muttered after Grian reached him, which earned a chuckle. "You're not that bad yourself" he replied, taking the others hand in his hand. The two lovebirds left the house, saying goodbye to Pearl - after her congratulations - making sure to close the door before making their way to the restaurant.

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"Thank you for inviting me here tonight, Scar" The blonde said with a smile, itching for the moment where Scar would ask him to be his boyfriend, or just ask what they were now, but none of those replies came.

"mmhhh" the brunette answered, earning a frown from his date, thinking about how excited and nerveous the other had been just an hour earlier, now it was as if he was focused on something else. Suddenly, Scar stood up in such a haste, his chair almost fell over. "I'm so sorry G, I have to go."

Before Grian even got the chance to reply, the entry-door was open and the brunette out of sight. It was as if Scar had torn Grian's beating heart out of his chest, just to crush it in his hand. What had he done wrong? As tears flooded his eyes, his ears tuned into the monochromic voice of the news reporter.
"- it appears that the mysterious vigilante, going by the name Hot Guy, have just appeared at the scene where a villain had attacked just a few moments earlier-" Grian's head perked by the name of the hero, maybe he should go and help now that his date had ditched him, certainly a lucky coincidence- Grian whipped his head around to get a closer look at the hero shown on the TV-screen as something dawned on him. He knew those emerald-green eyes behind the mask, the brunette hair gathered in a ponytail instead of falling freely around his shoulders. And the scars. How hadn't he connected the dots earlier?