Author's Comments: ...I don't own The Powerpuff Girls. And you guys can tell me prompts and stuff that you want me to- err, drabble on.
Comfort
He was simply not good at these sorts of things. He was made for destruction, evil and chaos; So poor Brick could only awkwardly pat his best friend's back and it took him everything he had not to blush—because Ruffs don't do blushes—when she broke down and cried her heart on his shoulder.
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Weakness
Whether she knew it or not, she was his only weakness. But he refused to show this in fear that she would be targeted even more than she already was, so he did the only thing he could do; he pushed her away.
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Cooking
It was the only thing she failed at. So she could only gaze at her counterpart with slight disbelief and envy as he expertly whipped up their breakfast.
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Heart
It was supposedly the strongest muscle in the body—and yet, Blossom wondered—why did it break so easily when he turned her away and left?
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Fragile
Underneath all the walls he put up, Blossom knew contained a fragile little boy who only wanted acceptance and a place to belong. So she put her own fragile heart out for him to grab and hold on to, despite knowing the consequences of her actions.