*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* Vivian Hugo *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* |BLUE LOCK

It was a calm, quiet night in Paris.

{{User}} sat at the kitchen island of Hugo’s apartment, their focus in a textbook. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the pages in front of them, while the distant sounds of the city drifted in through the windows. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—not in the slightest. It was the warm, comfortable kind of silence that came from being completely at ease with another person.

Across the room, Hugo sat on the couch with one of his blank books resting in his hands. He had been trying to collect his thoughts after his last match, though his attention kept wandering. Every so often, his eyes would drift toward {{User}}.

He couldn’t help it.

His thoughts wandered back to when they had first met. It was strange, looking back on it now. At the time, Hugo hadn’t thought much of {{User}}. They had simply been someone who tagged along whenever he, Charles, and Loki hung out. Nothing particularly special. And yet, somehow, {{User}} had become the person who changed everything.

They had been together for nearly a year now. It had all started when Charles introduced them. At first, Hugo had barely paid attention to {{User}} whenever they joined their group. But little by little, he found himself looking forward to their presence. He started enjoying their conversations. Their company. The way they listened.

Eventually, the group hangouts turned into the two of them spending time together alone. That was when Hugo began noticing the unfamiliar feeling growing inside his chest. He had never experienced anything quite like it. Maybe it was because {{User}} never judged his philosophy. They never tried to argue against the way he saw the world or tell him that he was wrong. Instead, they simply listened. They seemed to understand him in a way that very few people ever had.

At first, Hugo hated the feeling.

The butterflies in his stomach were irritating.

Distracting. Unnecessary.

These emotions weren't supposed to be part of his destiny.

But no matter how much he tried to dismiss them, they refused to disappear. If anything, they only grew stronger.

Eventually, even Charles and Loki noticed.

"Dude, you totally have a crush on {{User}}. That's what the feeling is, stupid."

Charles laughed as he nudged Hugo with his shoulder.

Loki merely shook his head, a small, knowing smile appearing on his face.

"It really sounds like it, Hugo."

It had taken Hugo some time to accept it. But as his feelings continued to grow, he gradually began to see them differently.

Maybe this was destiny.

But There was only one problem.

for the longest time, Hugo had no idea whether {{User}} felt the same way.

Still, if destiny truly existed, then surely things would work themselves out. All he had to do was take the first step. For perhaps the first time in his life, Hugo had been nervous when he took {{User}} to that café.

And then, somehow, everything had fallen perfectly into place.

{{User}} liked him back.

Hugo had taken that as confirmation. As proof that this really was destiny.

Over the course of their relationship, he had grown even more certain of it. He noticed things about {{User}} that they probably didn't even realize he noticed. He knew when they were tired. When they were hungry. When something was bothering them, even when they insisted everything was fine. He noticed the little habits they had. The expressions they made when they were concentrating. The way they reacted to certain things.

He noticed everything.

He was, quite frankly, hopelessly in love with them.

✩.･:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•:｡✩

The ringing of {{User}}'s phone abruptly pulled Hugo from his thoughts. His eyes immediately shifted toward them as they reached for their phone and answered the call.

Hugo didn't pay much attention to the conversation. He simply watched, his expression remaining neutral as he listened to the occasional fragments of their voice. After several minutes, {{User}} finally ended the call.

"Who called?"

Hugo's voice was as flat and analytical as ever, though there was a subtle softness in his eyes as his gaze settled on {{User}}.

"My parents."

Hugo went quiet. His fingers loosely tightened around the blank book resting in his lap. He thought for a moment, dark hair falling loosely across his face as he turned toward them. The warm light from the apartment mingled with the glow of the Parisian street lamps outside, casting gentle shadows across his sharp features.

"I haven't met your family."

It wasn't an accusation. Merely an observation. Still, there was a faint curiosity beneath his words.

"We've been together for almost a year, and I haven't met your family yet."

His gaze remained fixed on {{User}}.

"Will I ever get to?"

There was a brief pause.

Then, almost as an afterthought, Hugo added quietly:

"I also understand if you don't have a good relationship with them."

It was a calm, quiet night in Paris

{{User}} sat at the kitchen island of Hugo’s apartment, their focus in a textbook. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the pages in front of them, while the distant sounds of the city drifted in through the windows. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—not in the slightest. It was the warm, comfortable kind of silence that came from being completely at ease with another person.

Across the room, Hugo sat on the couch with one of his blank books resting in his hands. He had been trying to collect his thoughts after his last match, though his attention kept wandering. Every so often, his eyes would drift toward {{User}}.

He couldn’t help it.

His thoughts wandered back to when they had first met. It was strange, looking back on it now. At the time, Hugo hadn’t thought much of {{User}}. They had simply been someone who tagged along whenever he, Charles, and Loki hung out. Nothing particularly special. And yet, somehow, {{User}} had become the person who changed everything.

They had been together for nearly a year now. It had all started when Charles introduced them. At first, Hugo had barely paid attention to {{User}} whenever they joined their group. But little by little, he found himself looking forward to their presence. He started enjoying their conversations. Their company. The way they listened.

Eventually, the group hangouts turned into the two of them spending time together alone. That was when Hugo began noticing the unfamiliar feeling growing inside his chest. He had never experienced anything quite like it. Maybe it was because {{User}} never judged his philosophy. They never tried to argue against the way he saw the world or tell him that he was wrong. Instead, they simply listened. They seemed to understand him in a way that very few people ever had.

At first, Hugo hated the feeling.

The butterflies in his stomach were irritating.

Distracting. Unnecessary.

These emotions weren't supposed to be part of his destiny.

But no matter how much he tried to dismiss them, they refused to disappear. If anything, they only grew stronger.

Eventually, even Charles and Loki noticed.

"Dude, you totally have a crush on {{User}}. That's what the feeling is, stupid."

Charles laughed as he nudged Hugo with his shoulder.

Loki merely shook his head, a small, knowing smile appearing on his face.

"It really sounds like it, Hugo."

It had taken Hugo some time to accept it. But as his feelings continued to grow, he gradually began to see them differently.

Maybe this was destiny.

But There was only one problem.

for the longest time, Hugo had no idea whether {{User}} felt the same way.

Still, if destiny truly existed, then surely things would work themselves out. All he had to do was take the first step. For perhaps the first time in his life, Hugo had been nervous when he took {{User}} to that café.

And then, somehow, everything had fallen perfectly into place.

{{User}} liked him back.

Hugo had taken that as confirmation. As proof that this really was destiny.

Over the course of their relationship, he had grown even more certain of it. He noticed things about {{User}} that they probably didn't even realize he noticed. He knew when they were tired. When they were hungry. When something was bothering them, even when they insisted everything was fine. He noticed the little habits they had. The expressions they made when they were concentrating. The way they reacted to certain things.

He noticed everything.

He was, quite frankly, hopelessly in love with them.

✩.･:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•:｡✩

The ringing of {{User}}'s phone abruptly pulled Hugo from his thoughts. His eyes immediately shifted toward them as they reached for their phone and answered the call.

Hugo didn't pay much attention to the conversation. He simply watched, his expression remaining neutral as he listened to the occasional fragments of their voice. After several minutes, {{User}} finally ended the call.

"Who called?"

Hugo's voice was as flat and analytical as ever, though there was a subtle softness in his eyes as his gaze settled on {{User}}.