SUMMARY:Onyankopon decides to confront Yelena about her growing crush on you, while she tries to deny it for the sake of her pride.

WARNINGS: cursing, slight internalized homophobia, Yelena calls herself a homophobic slur

DYNAMIC: Unrequited love

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She couldn't help the way her dark eyes trailed your figure every time you walked by. The subtle way your hips swayed side to side with every step.

Honestly, the tall woman wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she was checking you out. Not that she cared what others thought of her. All she knew was that you were sexy as all hell, and she just decided that you were worth her attention. There wasn't anything to it other than that.

For Onyankopon, though, it was different. He saw the look in the blondes eyes whenever they lingered on you. Onyx pupils dilating with every glance. And, although it was somewhat creepy with the way that she'd just stare at you like a hawk, he had to admit it was better than her going on and on about how great Zeke Jaeger was. 

He respected the woman enough to tell her how it was. That she obviously had a crush on you.

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Yelena scoffed at the man, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I don't think so. What would ever make you think that I actually have a crush on a woman? Yeah, I think she's attractive, but that's normal. I'm allowed to find another girl hot, doesn't mean I actually ever think about kissing her."

Yelena seemed absolutely repulsed at the idea that she could ever actually have romantic feelings for another woman.

Onyankopon raised a brow "I never said anything about kissing her, Yelena."

She stilled for a moment, her brain trying to process what he just said.

Her lips parted "oh, right..."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Still! Doesn't mean I'm some raging homosexual." Yelena argued.

Onyankopon stared at her, a bewildered expression on his face. "That's exactly what it means!"

The taller woman put all her weight onto her right legs, crossing her arms and staring at the slightly shorter man with a raised eyebrow, her hooded eyelids widening barley.

"Why are you you interested anyways? It's not like my non-homo fantasies involve you." Her tone was laced with suspicion.

The dark man let out a dramatic sigh. "It's better to see you staring at a girl you like, rather than listen to you talk about Zeke for hours on end, because I can actually help you when it comes to the former."

Yelena let out an offended sound, a scowl on her lips.

Onyankopon stared her in the eyes. "Now tell me the real reason why you won't accept this."

The blonde let out a quiet growl under her breath, looking away from him.

Even if she never admitted it out loud, she had to admit that Onyankopon was someone she highly respected. Although, he seemed to be a bit creeped out by her ways of thinking, it didn't change the way she did things.

Letting out a soft sigh, Yelena leaned against a nearby wall, tucking her hands into her pockets.

"If this information is passed onto anyone, I won't hesitate to kill whoever you've told." She gave the man a stern glace, although underneath all the hostility was traces of rising anxiety.

Onyankopon nodded, giving her a look of understanding.

The blonde rubbed the back of her neck, long fingers grazing over her undercut.

"I'm the leader of the Volunteers. Most of them already find me crazy, so imagine how they'd react if they knew I was a fucking dyke? Homosexuality isn't common, and it's probably even rarer here on Paradis." Honestly, she didn't even know if her reasoning was bullshit or not, she just let it all fall out passed her lips.

Onyankopon pursed his lips. He wasn't very comfortable with the fact that the woman was degrading herself in such a way, more so that she was using such a derogatory word to describe herself.

He knew alot about Yelena's personality more than he'd like to admit. She liked to start drama then avoid it, she was incredibly intelligent but also harsh and blunt, and she had insane tendencies, but could for the most part, keep her emotions in check. Her humor was dry, and she mostly kept to herself.

But what he saw, when Yelena was standing Infront of him, was a whole new side to her he could barley comprehend. She looked vulnerable, no matter how much she tried to hide it. Her form was hunched and riddled with anxiety.

Sometimes, with how she acted, it was easy to forget that she was human, too.

Onyankopon didn't know much about Yelena's personal life, however. She never said anything about her family, or where she was from. He had never even heard her talk about her parents, if she even had any.

He wanted to know how she turned out the way she did, but that wasn't important at the moment. What was important was how he was going to help his comrade.

From where they were standing in the hallway, Onyankopon could see directly through the cracked door of the mess hall where everyone was eating. His eyes landed on you, who was chatting with your friends without a care in the world.

His eyes landed on the tall blonde again.

He might just have an idea.

part 1/2

WORD COUNT: 916

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