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Started February 27, 2020 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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(Yep, sorry I've been out all afternoon/evening)

It had been a long day. Long and tiring and irritating. Elijah Steward. Or as he was more commonly known, Glitch. Eli was a medical student but when he wasn't studying, he was the cities resident hero. So if being stressed about the amount of work load he was receiving wasn't enough, he was also dealing with trying to control a power he didn't fully understand and saving the city from the bad guys.

He'd been out from the break of dawn. Studying and helping out at the hospital near his small house. Luckily nothing bad had happened and he hadn't glitched out in front of all of his colleagues and friends, something he was thankful for.

He unlocked, entered his house and placed his bag by the door, taking off his shoes. The hero ruffled his dusty brown hair with a pale hand, honey brown eyes scanning the living room for a moment before he headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Something seemed off. He didn't know what it was by something was definitely off. Eli wrote the feeling down to paranoia, snatching an apple off the fruit bowl before he headed towards his room.

(It's fine!)

Harry slept in his bed, curled up to make himself as little as possible, and to make sure he wouldn't get cold. He had fought enough heroes today, and Elijah was the nicest out of all of them, leading him to crash at his place since he didn't have one. He just wanted to sleep, no more heroes, no more fighting. Just someone he could be with for the rest of his life. Someone he could come home to.

But then again, he knew that wasn't going to happen. After all, he was a villain, who in their right mind would love a villain? No one. No one would love someone like him. He had hope though, just a bit of hope that someone doesn't think he's a monster.

Elijah pushed open the door to his room. He immediately noticed the lump of a person in his bed, though didn’t figure out who it was.

He creeped closer, before he recognised the villain lying in his bed. Out of everyone, all the people he knew, why was Harry here? And why did he look so… hurt.

He found another blanket, placing it gently over the villain as he tried to contain all his emotions. He left the water next to the bed, along with an old jumper and sweat pants. Eli headed to the kitchen, starting to prepare a hot meal for whenever the other woke.

Harry slept peacefully for a few minutes, waking slowly when he felt something on top of him. He quickly scrambled into a sitting position when he saw the other blanket on top, noticing all the other things that had appeared. Had Elijah seen him? His brain started to think up of the worst-case scenarios as he slipped into the jumper and sweat pants, his own clothes were covered in blood and weren't that nice looking.

He went downstairs quietly–a skill he had learned when he was a child–and saw Elijah in the kitchen, using his silver lilac hair to hide his badly bruised face.

Elijah looked up when he saw Harry enter, nodding to a seat at the countertop as he prepared a set of vegetables, “Sit.” He said, though didn’t say anything else afterwards. It was clear that the matter wasn’t up for debate. He was doing his best to contain his anger, doing his hardest to make sure Harry didn’t run away in the state that he was in.

Harry nodded and sat down where Elijah had wanted him to sit. He wasn't sure if he should just make a run for it, considering he would make Elijah mad and it probably wasn't going to be that pretty. Why did all these heroes have to be so nice and caring?