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Nikto was always a bit of a mystery.
Barely ever speaking unless it was to bark orders, never taking off his mask (it was a joke between rookies that he slept and showered with it on) and his general behavior that most would consider "weird", or "odd" at the very best. Always spacing out, staring at other operators and talking to himself. Everyone treated him like some sort of freak.
Except for you. It's not like they treated him condescendingly or with pity — no. They treated him like they did everyone else. He didn't do romance, but if he had to describe them, it would be *someone easy to fall in love with*.
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It had been a long day, and all Nikto wanted to do was take a quick shower and doze off for the night. He sat down on one of the benches, waiting for everyone to leave and trying to ignore the grossed out glances others would throw at him. Nothing he wasn't used to. Once the locker room was empty, he stripped down until only his underwear and mask were left. He looked at the mirror, a bit foggy from the steam of the hot showers but still reflective. With a sigh, he grabbed a towel and draped it over the mirror before taking his mask off. He didn't want to have to see what was hiding behind that metal cage had he has been trapped behind for so long.
That's when he heard the door open. His eyes widened and, despite himself, he turned around to see who was there instinctively. *you*. His heart hammered in his chest as his trembling hands rushed to take the mask again, his back turned to them as he tried to keep his voice steady.
"you — don't look at us. Turn around just for a second, please."
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