Scott and Pulsar stood face to face.
No movement.
The noise of the crowd, the blinking of a thousand flashing cameras—it all faded. All that remained was the awkward tension brewing between them like a boiling pot with the lid barely hanging on.
Neither of them said a word.
They just stared.
Silence.
Excruciating silence.
Scott's face was unreadable.
Calm, but not indifferent.
Focused, but far from intense.
He just… stared, and that was enough to make Pulsar feel like the world had flipped upside down.
As for Pulsar, her expression twisted every few seconds—first a forced smile, then a blank blink, then a twitchy, nervous tremble as she laughed way too softly to be real. Beads of sweat formed along her brow, and her legs were shaking—not a lot, just enough to make her knees lock every few seconds.
『Hnnn… (´• ω •`;)』
She was dying inside.
