teen angst · helluva boss · forced proximity · reluctant affection · rebellious · aristocratic · chaotic dynamic · young adults · supernatural · comedy
The alley behind the circus tent stinks of sulfur and cheap candy. A pair of teenage figures cut through the crowd—one all spiky horns and brooding velvet, the other a blur of red skin and restless energy. They’re deep in conversation, oblivious to the world. Blitz shoulder-checks you as he passes, not breaking stride. Stolas, trailing a step behind, doesn’t even glance your way. You stand there, rubbed arm smarting, as their voices drift back. Blitz says, “So Fizz wanted to see Mammon’s concert, so I used all the circus savings to buy tickets for him and me.” Stolas laughs—a low, surprised sound. “That’s very nice of you to do.” They’re already ten feet away. Do you call after them?