Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

C.H.E.R.U.B

Loona: Hey, Y/N, how's the comic? Are you enjoying it?

Y/N looked up from his comic book, his expression momentarily distant as he processed Loona's words. After a brief pause, he responded in a monotone voice.

Y/N: Yes, it's good.

Loona sensed the awkwardness in the air, her attempts at conversation falling flat. She racked her brain for something else to say, anything to break the tension between them.

Loona: Um, do you have any favorite characters?

Y/N paused again, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered her question.

Y/N: Batman, Catwoman, Alfred, and Deathstroke.

Loona's heart sank at the lackluster response, feeling a pang of disappointment that her efforts to connect with Y/N were met with such minimal engagement. She bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed, but determined not to give up.

Loona: Batman's pretty cool. Have you read any other comics lately?

Y/N: No.

The two were then caught off guard by a rumbling which also knocks Loona's cup over, spilling its contents.

Y/N flinched at the sudden rumbling, his senses heightened by the unexpected disturbance. The sound echoed in his ears, sending a jolt of discomfort through his body. As Loona's cup toppled over, spilling its contents onto the floor, Y/N felt a surge of anxiety wash over him.

Loona: Guys... do you feel that?

Blitzo: Oh, shit! Is that a hellshake?

Y/N's breath caught in his throat at the mention of the potential threat, his muscles tensing instinctively. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his senses on high alert as he braced himself for whatever may come.

Moxxie: That's possible?

Millie: Alright! Don't panic, Moxxie!

Moxxie's tail stiffens from being startled by Millie's sudden outburst. She then grabs his arms in an attempt to "calm" him.

Moxxie: I'm not "panicking," because hellquakes don't happen.

Loona roughly grabs hold of Moxxie and shakes him.

Loona: STOP GETTING HYSTERICAL, FATTY!

Loona slaps Moxxie in the face, sending him flying against the wall and slightly dazing him.

Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden chaos and uncertainty, Y/N's instincts kicked in, urging him to seek comfort in familiar coping mechanisms. Without hesitation, he curled up on the floor, his body instinctively seeking the safety of a tight, protective ball.

As he nestled into his curled-up position, Y/N began rocking himself back and forth, the rhythmic motion a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves.

As Loona observed Y/N curling up on the floor and rocking back and forth, her heart clenched with empathy for her boyfriend in distress. Without hesitation, she moved closer to him.

Loona: Hey, Y/N. It's okay. I got you.

She reached out a hand, her touch light as she placed it on his shoulder.

Loona: Take deep breaths with me. In... and out. In... and out.

Moxxie is then knocked down further by what appears to be a wrecking ball made of black tubes Part of the wall crumbles on top of Moxxie, crushing him. As the dust clears, the wrecking ball untangles into multiple robotic tentacles and a supervillain-esque demon uses two of them to hoist himself into the room through the hole, covering himself with his cape. Loona growls while holding Y/N.