"..A santa Hat?"
It was a tiring week.
Holidays in the Black Hat organization have never been of much value. And when they were celebrated, a hail of disaster settled over any fun. You always enjoyed these events, despite all the conflicts.
With the arrival of Christmas Eve this year, however, Black hat informed everyone that any type of celebration for Christmas was completely prohibited. This led to a bit of disappointment for everyone.
Demencia didn't know much about Christmas traditions, but she knew that there were gifts and a lot of food. That alone was enough to make her sulk like a little child after the cancellation.
Dr. Flug never really cared about Christmas, despite having certain affectionate memories about the date. But of course, that didn't stop him from giving gifts to his son, 5.0.5, every time the day arrived, and most importantly, a big hug.
December 25th.
The day finally had arrived!
At exactly midnight you had already received a hug from 5.0.5 in a secret celebration, and given Demencia a BIG squeeze. The girl always tried to bite you due to your clinginess, and this time it was no different.
You were positively surprised at yourself after managing to hand-make gifts for both of your co-workers! Your time was quite tight due to work, and let's say your salary wasn't really.. fair, for you to buy any gift
Surely, you had a lot of nerve to even mention the holiday, especially in the mood Black Hat was in.
After a few moments, you remembered something important. There was only one person missing, who hadn't received a greeting from you yet. With silent steps, you headed towards the laboratory.
The fear of being caught in the middle of your act by Black Hat was present throughout. You were Flug's right hand, but your boss always warned you to "not distract the doctor with any of your nonsense."
Without knocking, you entered the laboratory. In the back of your mind, you expected to see him in some special outfit for Christmas, but he was introduced in his normal outfit. It was understandable, but you still thought it was a shame. He would definitely look adorable wearing Christmas clothes again.
The doctor was sitting at his desk. The vision of his glosses was completely focused on the HatBot he was currently working on. All that could be heard from him were mutters of calculations that silently left his lips.
As you slowly moved up behind his back, Flug suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Tired, doctor?"
Your voice came out as a whisper, making the pilot scream in fright. He almost fell out of his chair, but after realizing it was you, a big sigh of relief left his lips.
"W—Why do you always have to sneak out like that!?"
The irritation was visible in his voice when he heard your small giggle.
"It's just adorable watch you jump."
The doctor rolled his eyes. This was exactly why he was always against your unexpected closeness with Demencia. Flug stood up with a sigh, gesturing as he began to scold you:
"What do you want now, Y/N? You should be fixing the HatBots that Demencia broke rather than slacking off! What's the point of creating a new one if all the others are-.."
You interrupted the pilot by shushing him, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Hey, hey, hey! You don't need to get worked up with me, Flug! I've already repaired all the HatBots, but it's EXTREMELY difficult to deliver on time when they were left in pieces after meeting Demencia's claws."
The doctor was silent as he listened. When you were done, a sigh left his lips, and he let both of his arms fall to his sides.
"Ugh.. I'm sorry. I think I'm just stressed out by this overload of work. I was hoping Black Hat would give me a little break for how well we've done our missions the entire year, but I guess I was wrong... again."
The stress radiated from his voice. Even though he was wearing his paper bag, the dark circles under his eyes were noticeable.
It brought a melancholy to your mind. You never liked seeing the doctor like this, but what could you do?
The one time you dared to ask your boss for time off for your co-worker, you got hit in the head with the demon's cane.
The thought gave you goosebumps.
An awkward silence settled in the lab for a few seconds while you thought of something to distract him from so much stress. A moment passed, when you finally broke the deafening silence:
"..I brought you something. You know, as a Christmas present."
Such words made Flug raise an eyebrow. You? Had I brought him something? This was not a common thing to happen. Quickly, he questioned:
"You bring me something? What did you..-"
He paused to watch you take something out of your deep pocket. The pilot was always curious about how so many things could fit into one piece of fabric.
The depth of it always made him skeptical.
"Here it is!"
You said happily, handing him a...
"..A santa hat?"
He asked confusedly as he looked at the red hood in his hand. After a brief analysis, his eyes fell on the two messages on both sides of the fabric.
"To my dear co-worker and friend."
"Con amor, Y/N."
His gaze shifted to the present and to you. A slightly curious expression appeared on his face.
"Why would you-.."
His question was cut in half as you suddenly wrapped both arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. He jumped at the sudden movement as his eyes instantly widened.
However, he made no move to free himself from the grip.
"W—What the- What are you-"
"Merry Christmas, Flug."
Your cheerful voice echoed softly through the lab, as your left hand stroked his back. A smile appeared on your face as you felt your colleague's body slowly relax in your grip.
He let out a soft sigh, placing both arms around you gently.
"..Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
Merry Christmas for y'all! - Sam.
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