System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 45: Ice cream+date= ?

Out of all the people he could have run into outside the hero helper’s building, it had to be him.

Myles.

Of course it was Myles.

Blake stopped mid-step. If there was anyone he absolutely did not want to see, it was definitely the one standing right there in front of him... it was the so-called final boss himself.

"Hahaha... Myles. What a coincidence..."

Myles didn’t laugh.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again.

His tone wasn’t angry or anything.

Blake shifted slightly under that gaze.

It wasn’t that Myles looked intimidating in the traditional sense, he did not raise his voice or anything of the sort, but that was the problem. Blake had never seen him angry, only mildly annoyed, or slightly suspicious.

’Mhh, what to do...’

His eyes flicked over Myles’ appearance and, most definitely, something was off.

His hair was slightly pushed back, uneven, like...

’Did he run or something?’

Blake exhaled quietly. There was no point in trying to lie his way out of this.

If Myles still had people watching him, and honestly, Blake would have been more surprised if he didn’t, then anything he said would just circle back eventually. And even if he didn’t, Myles had this annoying habit of finding things out anyway.

So Blake shrugged, casual. Or at least, he tried to look casual.

"I just came from AL-TECH," he said, stepping past him like the conversation wasn’t a big deal. "Got a tour."

He didn’t look back immediately, just kept walking, hands loosely in his pockets.

"It was amazing," he added, smiling brightly.

There was a small pause behind him, then footsteps. It was a good sign, he was following Blake.

He resisted the urge to sigh of relief and instead tilted his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder.

"Have you ever been there?"

Myles didn’t answer right away.

Blake slowed just enough to walk beside him now, though still half a step ahead.

"I have," Myles said after a moment.

Blake blinked, feigning mild surprise. "Really?"

"For a short time."

Blake hummed. "Did you like it? I mean, all those fancy gadgets, labs, whatever they’re hiding behind those doors..."

He peeked sideways.

Myles’ expression hadn’t changed much, as unreadable as usual, but there was something else. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Blake could at least tell, unlike others, but still couldn’t understand what it was, exactly

"It wasn’t what I expected," Myles said.

Blake held his gaze for half a second longer than necessary.

Then nodded again.

"Yeah," he said simply.

He didn’t push.

Instead, he shifted the conversation, like nothing unusual had just passed between them.

"So what about you?" Blake asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to eat ice cream."

Blake stopped walking.

Actually stopped.

Then turned his head slowly, staring at him.

"...What?"

"Ice cream."

Blake blinked once.

And then he laughed.

"You?" Blake said between breaths. "Ice cream?"

A villain, no, the final villain standing there.

Myles just looked at him.

"Do you want some?"

That shut Blake up faster than anything else could have.

"...Huh?"

"I’m going," Myles said. "You can come."

Blake opened his mouth to respond automatically yes, but then realized it ice cream.

Money.

He had absolutely none.

Not a single coin.

"...I’ll pass," Blake said quickly, waving a hand. "I, uh... hmmm I’m good."

"I’ll pay."

"Nope," he said immediately. "Absolutely not."

There was a brief silence, then Myles looked at him.

’I better comply...’

The shop wasn’t far. A small place tucked between two larger buildings, bright sign, pastel colors, completely normal. Completely out of place, considering who Blake was walking in with.

Myles stepped inside like he belonged there.

Blake followed, still trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

They ordered at the counter.

Well, Myles ordered.

"For me," he said, "hazelnut and cream."

Blake raised an eyebrow slightly.

"And for him," Myles added, nodding toward Blake, "chocolate and pistachio."

"...Wait."

But the order was already being prepared.

He frowned slightly, watching in silence as the scoops were placed, the cones handed over.

Chocolate and pistachio.

His favorites.

He took the cone when it was offered to him, fingers curling around it automatically.

"...Thanks," he said, slower this time.

They moved to sit outside.

Blake took a bite.

And for a second, just a second, everything else disappeared.

’Yummy, it’s so good.’

He leaned back slightly in his chair, staring at the cone like it had personally solved at least three of his life problems.

Then the thought hit him.

He glanced at Myles.

"...Hey."

Myles looked up.

"How did you know these are my favorite?"

There was no pause.

"Lucky guess," Myles said.

Blake stared at him for a moment longer.

Then shrugged.

"...Right."

He took another bite, brushing it off. Maybe he had mentioned it before. Or maybe Myles really did just guess.

They sat there in relative silence for a bit, the kind that wasn’t exactly comfortable, but not unbearable either.

Blake kicked his foot lightly against the ground, then looked over again.

"So," he said, "what have you been up to during spring break?"

"Studying."

Then, before he could overthink itbefore he could stop himself...

"Do you want to go on a date or what? That’d be fun."

The words just slipped out.

Blake cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the melting edge of his ice cream.

"I mean," he started, then stopped. "Like. Not yet, well, I mean..."

He exhaled.

"...You know what, forget I said."

"Where?"

Blake blinked.

"...What?"

"Where would we go?"

Blake stared at him now.

"...An amusement park?" he said, the words coming out more like a question than an answer.

Silence.

A few seconds stretched.

Yeah.

Now that he thought about it, this was insane.

Eating ice cream with a villain was one thing.

Going to an amusement park with him?

That was... something else entirely.

Myles didn’t look away.

Didn’t laugh.

Didn’t question it.

He was considered it.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Alright."

Blake’s brain short-circuited for half a second.

"...Wait, seriously?"

"Yes."

And just like that, it was decided.

Blake felt something light spark in his chest, relief? excitement? probably both.

"Great," he said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. "Yeah. Great."

He took another bite of his ice cream, trying to look normal.

This was fine.

Everything was fine, he was just going on a date with the (final) juicy villain to an amusement park.

...

Yeah.

Totally fine.

And yet, beneath that flicker of excitement, something else crept in.

A familiar tension, because agreeing to go was one thing, but actually making it happen, that was another.

Blake leaned back in his chair, staring off for a moment.

’...So,’ he stretched, ’now I just have to figure out where their secret underground evil base is...’

Myles glanced at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," Blake said quickly, straightening up. "Absolutely nothing."

But the thought stayed.