Vin Jin x Reader: Eyelash
G/N. Soft.
"Stop rubbing your eyes,"
"Piss off, it's itchy," Vin spits in your direction, never taking pause.
Which would be fine if he hasn't been excessively scrubbing at them for the last five minutes. It's distracting. Not to mention gross. The weird squelch of the eyeball and him grunting in annoyance.
With a sigh, you approach him. Standing almost chest to chest, you stretch up on your tiptoes, "Let me look."
Absolutely not, Vin thinks. He hasn't let anyone this close since... ever. At least not willingly. Just because you've seen his eyes bared and naked doesn't mean he still doesn't feel vulnerable around you.
Undeterred by his silence, you continue to badger him. "Hey,"
"..." Rub rub rub.
"Cmon."
"..." Rub rub rub.
"Might be an eyelash, some dirt, some dust. "
"..." Rub rub rub.
"Will you just let me-"
Goddamn you're annoying, "Fine!" Rub rub-
You hold onto his elbow, stopping him mid motion, and Vin positively growls at you. Sunglasses on askew, his left offending eye and twin pupils, peeking out over the top.
It's bloodshot to fuck. Rubbed red raw. Honestly, that stubborn asshole.
"Come here," you navigate him closer to the window and take advantage of the midday sun as he complains about you manhandling him. (Though you silently note he makes no effort to free himself from your grasp.)
"Stand still," you command and you remove his sunglasses. You're just about to tease him for how obedient and docile he is, when you notice his jaws clenched and hands fisted. Like a cornered animal.
You change your tune.
"I'll be quick," you tell Vin, giving him a small smile and he gives you an even smaller nod.
True to your word, your fingers are swift. Gently pulling at his lower and upper lid, you peer this way and that into his eye.
"Can you-" You begin to ask, but Vin anticipates your question. Leaning down until he's at your eye level.
It feels humiliating, or at least it should. Having you this close, staring directly into the eye that made him feel like a monster all his life. Except your hands are tender and your smile is kind and instead of looking away ashamed, he can't help but watch you intently.
His usual demeanour is nowhere to be found. No biting words on his tongue, no sneer on his lips, no disdain on his face. He's captivated.
"It looks fine but," you murmur, picking something off his face. With a grin, you hold it to his mouth, "Make a wish-"
Vin peers down at your finger.
An eyelash.
"Idiot," he says without heat. Regardless, he still wishes. The same thing he has been hoping for more and more these days, and blows the eyelash away.
"Is your eye still annoying you?"
Vin doesn't know what to do with your concern and sincerity, choosing instead to default to how he always is. "You're annoying me," he teases, earning him a rough shove.
"Get your hands off me you hag!"
"You ungrateful asshole!"
As if on autopilot, your conversation once again devolves into bickering and snipes. All you can think about, however, was the proximity mere moments ago. The closeness to his face, the way he watched you, and his pupils blown wide.
And all Vin can think about is how childish his wishes used to be. Foolish and impossible, hoping to be normal. Futile. Desperate.
But now, something else he wants, someone, finally feels within reach.
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For extra cash, the League of Villains open up an advice hotline.
Caller: “My boyfriend cheated on me, what should I do?”
Toga: “You deserve better. Stab him.”
Dabi: “Cheat back and burn his house down.”
Twice: “Have an in-depth conversation about the consequences of his actions and how it’s effected you, then reflect on what kind of partner you want for your future. Consider where you see the relationship going from that point on and base your decision off all the information you’ve collected. Don’t be afraid to do what’s best for you.”
Toga: “…”
Dabi: “…”
Twice: “…Then key his car!”
Toga: “Yeah!”
Dabi: “Thanks for calling.”
Caller 2: “Hi! My Dad’s an asshole—“
Dabi: “Kill him.”
Dabi, hangs up.
Caller 3: “So, uh… I have feelings for my co-worker— well, he’s more like my boss… and I’m not sure if confessing my feelings would be appropriate. Mainly because the work we do is pretty dangerous—“
Toga: “Spinner is that you?”
Caller 3 hangs up.
⚠️ (For legal reasons, pls do not follow the League’s advice.) ⚠️
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