I'm really curious how you would work out #33. With Hope and Light.
“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.” (I’m a sucker for height-difference fluff.)
Lightning didn’t mind that Hope seemed to spend more time at her place than at his own. Her studio apartment was big enough for the two of them, and she enjoyed his company. What she didn’t enjoy, though, was him moving things that weren’t supposed to be moved.
“Hope,” she said through gritted teeth. “Where did you put the coffee jar?”
Hope looked up from his laptop. “What?”
“The coffee jar.” She motioned at the open pantry behind her. “Where is it?”
“Oh, right.” He stood up from the couch and approached the kitchenette. “I must have put it on the top shelf. That’s where I keep mine at home.”
She took a step away from the pantry and looked up. Yes, there it was. On the top shelf. Of course. She clenched her jaw. No, she definitely didn’t enjoy this.
“It’s supposed to be on the middle shelf,” she said, trying her best to keep her voice level. She stood on her tiptoes and reached for the jar. Her fingertips grazed it, but as she’d suspected, it was an inch or two from being within her reach. Boiling with anger, she stomped to the table and grabbed a chair. This was why she never used that shelf, and, most importantly, why Hope wasn’t supposed to move things.
“Right,” Hope said from behind her back. “I didn’t think of that. Sorry.”
When she turned back around, Hope was holding the coffee jar. Lightning’s brain short-circuited for a moment. Hope was not supposed to reach things she couldn’t reach. It didn’t matter that she on some level knew about the three or for extra inches he had on her—in her head, he still shouldn’t be able to do this. It was angering and frustrating and wrong.
“I just thought I’d get it for you.” Judging by the uncertainty in Hope’s voice, her silent glare had to be even more intimidating than usual.
She took a deep breath in an attempt to push away the urge to break something. “Right now, there’s something about you that makes me want to commit extreme violence.”
He tilted his head to the side, looking at her, then at the coffee jar, then back at her. “Do you… Do you want me to put it back up there?”
Lightning put the chair down on the floor and marched out of the apartment.