She stood in front of the backdrop of Paris, not minding the way that his eyes were drawn to her, and Alya wondered beyond her superhero self how she'd caught his attention so well.
Alya had never been weak willed, always stubborn and determined, curious, inquisitive, and naturally a rule breaker; she was truly unlike any other, but that didn't necessarily mean that she had any right to claiming Carapace's attention, his heart, as it was clearly love that had him staring at her now.
She bit her lip to keep herself from leaning closer, temptation at bay, as her eyes are drawn to his shell, drawn to every layer of green, and the cleverly hidden, sweet eyes of his.
Alya knew that she was nothing like this stray turtle that caught her eye; she was reckless, the superheroine that probably got into the most trouble excluding the rumored history of Queen Bee.
She wondered what the sweetest superhero, the guardian of them all, saw in her.
He never seemed fazed by her recklessness, just more drawn in, and she bit her lip harder to ignore the fact that he sent what felt like literal butterflies off in her stomach, ignoring the fact that he left her thrilled and loved, and that he was becoming all the adrenaline rush that she needed.
She was the sort to live for this kind of adventure, loved heroics, and yet the careful one, the rule abiding one, had her stopped and practically raging war against herself to keep her at bay.
If only opposites didn't attract as hard as they did.