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My Robbie EkaGOR

EkaGOR - The comic book artist "Major Grom", drew Robbie for me :D

And I drew Beast for him :D

🧪"Analyze"🥼

Hank had been rambling about some new formula for the past fifteen minutes. You had been listening, truly, but somewhere along the way, you had started focusing more on him than on the science.

The way his hands moved as he explained things, careful yet enthusiastic. The way his eyes lit up with that unmistakable spark of curiosity. The way his fur bristled slightly when he got too into his own thoughts, like he was trying to physically keep up with his own genius.

Yeah. You were completely distracted.

"Are you even listening?"

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts to find Hank staring at you over his glasses, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

"I—yes," you said, though it was not very convincing.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned against the lab table. "Alright then. What was I just explaining?"

You grinned, tilting your head. "Something about molecular structures?"

Hank sighed, though there was no real frustration behind it. "You are impossible."

"And yet, you still love me."

"That is the mystery of the century," he teased.

You huffed dramatically, pushing yourself up onto the lab table beside him. "Alright, fine, I was not listening. But in my defense, you are very distracting."

His ears twitched slightly. "Distracting?"

"Yes. Very. You get all… passionate and smart, and it is attractive, Hank."

His fur darkened at that—his version of blushing—and you bit back a smirk at the way he ducked his head, suddenly very interested in the papers in front of him.

"You are ridiculous," he muttered, but there was affection in his voice.

You leaned closer, resting your chin in your hand. "Mm. Maybe. But you love that, too."

Hank exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. Then, without looking at you, he murmured, "You are my favorite experiment."

Your breath caught. "Oh?"

Finally, he glanced at you, blue eyes warm but playful. "Mhm. I have spent quite a bit of time analyzing you, you know."

"Oh, have you?" You leaned in just a little more.

He hummed. "I have studied the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. The way you somehow always manage to distract me, despite my best efforts. The way your heartbeat picks up when I stand too close."

Your heart did exactly that, and judging by his grin, he noticed.

"That is hardly scientific," you argued, though your voice was softer now.

Hank smirked. "Perhaps. But I have come to one conclusion after all my research."

"And what is that?"

He reached up, brushing a stray hair from your face before letting his fingers linger along your jaw. His voice was gentle, affectionate.

"I am completely and utterly in love with you."

Your breath hitched, and then you were closing the space between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He melted into it, hands settling at your waist like you were something delicate and precious.

When you finally pulled away, you smiled. "That is a pretty good conclusion, Dr. McCoy."

He laughed, resting his forehead against yours. "It is my most important discovery yet."