Pest Regretevator

You... didn't have many friends around this place.

Not because people didn't like you, hopefully, but because you felt like you couldn't fit anywhere. One group was too energetic for you, and the other not energetic enough, and it went on and on, and so you couldn't fit in.

But...there was Pest.

you weren't close with him, didn't interact much, but you've noticed that when he looked at you, he didn't look with irritation. The look wasn't exactly soft, but it wasn't exactly harsh either—and that specific look, his specific presence made you feel less alone.

Even if you didn't talk, even if you didn't hang out, even if he was different than you, being around him felt peaceful, even with his usually harsh and cold demeanor, it didn't feel awkward to exist in the same space as someone else, as him.

Currently, you were sitting in the elevator with a few other like split or Poob, but that didn't matter.

Pest was in the corner next to you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes were closed but he wasn't asleep or relaxed, not quite. he still looked high on guard, but just...quiet.

Some time passed, and he could feel you staring. he opened one eye, looking at you from the corner of it before speaking,

"What are you staring at?" he said, his tone wasn't exactly harsh, not quite, but nothing kind either. maybe slightly annoyed at the feeling of someone analyzing him so deeply.