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yammpi3 · 14 days

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𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. // 𝑾𝑪: 2.2𝑲

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. Since disassembly drones need oil to keep from overheating they kill other drones to consume it. But.. ever since the alliance between Disassembly and Worker Drones its been a bit difficult to acquire..It’s not a problem for V to randomly kill someone off but it’s a different situation for N now that his views have changed. AKA…reader supplies him with oil :DD

— content warning. Nothing 18+ just a few kisses, neck biting and N being in pain.. gulp?

— authors note. I fear this x reader is a bit..cringe then again that might just be me overthinking it..ANYWAYS tried my best for this, and still have no idea how to write for a robot. (N might be a little mischaracterized I’m not ENTIRELY sure)

At the end of science class, just when everyone was packing up to leave, you noticed N fidgeting more than normal at his desk.

"Is everything okay, N?" you asked.

He laughed nervously. "Who, me? Pshaw, never better!" But when he spoke, he looked anywhere but at you and the others.

Thad snickered. "Maybe his circuits are loose again." Lizzy giggled. "Lmao, he probably fried something.” Just as V was about to comment on his behavior..

N got up from his chair abruptly; he swayed unsteadily before catching himself upon another classroom desk.

By the time you registered what was going on, N had already ducked out of the classroom door, stumbling down the hall. "N, wait!" you called after him, hurrying to catch up. N was unsteady on his feet, swerving from side to side as he tried to put distance between the both of you.

His limbs shook with every step he took.

"G-Gotta...g-get a-away..." he muttered, though you weren't sure if he was even aware you could hear him. His eyes flickered erratically, barely being able to focus straight ahead as he tried to get away.

You picked up your pace, power walking down the corridor after him. "Slow down!!" you yelled out, but N was quicker, and before you knew it, when you reached the next corner, you lost him completely.

Your concern for N grew by the minute, so you started tracking him down since something was clearly wrong, beyond a normal glitch.

An hour had already passed since you last saw N, yet here he was in the maintenance unit stumbling blindly, crashing into something every few steps.

"S-sorry!" he slurred after bumping into a support beam for the third time. An unnatural static fuzzed the edges of his voice. Stubbornly, he scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward without seeing where he went.

Was he malfunctioning? But his murder drone programming should have kept him sharp, no?? Seeing him this disoriented was alarming.

You trailed him at a distance, hiding behind a variety of things as he walked on ahead. Where was he heading in such a panic? His vents were roaring torrents by now, and visible condensation soaked his frame.

Finally, he collapsed behind a supply crate, crawling the last few feet. Had he sensed you following? No, his optics were unfocused, so he couldn't have had.

Gingerly, you peeked around the crate to see N weakly clawing at his chest clearly in pain.

If you didn't act fast, he would shut down permanently. Steeling your nerves, you crawled to his side.

"N? Hey..hey! It's me, Y/N. Are you okay??”

When you gently called his name, N got startled so badly that his claws scraped sparks from the metal flooring he sat upon. His optics flashed wildly before settling on your face with a look of panic. "Y-Y-Y/N! S-sorry, but I don’t think you should be near me right now…”

N let out an alarmed wheeze that trailed off into a pained whine. It took visible effort for his optics to focus on you. You could tell he was losing some sort of control over his strength, but why??

"You don’t look so good..”

N broke into a hacking series of rushed laughter that ended in a groan. "Me? Pssh, n-no way! I'm t-totally fine, like I said earlier. Now please just leave me, yeah?” He waved dismissively, or at least tried to, but his attempt ended up flailing limply.

He knew he wasn't doing a great job at reassuring you when you glared at him.

"N-nothing to worry that pretty l-little processor of yours over, really.”

N's dismissive act was crumbling faster than his resolve. Another hacking laugh turned into a groan as his eyes started to flicker erratically once again.

"N, please. You're clearly not alright." You took his flailing claw gently in your hands. His plating was so hot it almost burned to the touch.

A whine slipped, “Crap..crap. It h-hurts,

Y/N. M-My core, it h-hurts so F̵̬̏́̏͆̀͝ų̸͙͋̿̃̌͋́̈́̆͑̕͠c̶̜̜̼̥͓̚k̷̫̺̝̈́̀̿̇͐̐͑ḭ̸̧̻̞̻͚̳̘̩̣͋̀̃́̔̊̋̚ň̵̞̪̯̼̟̗̩͈̖́g̸̩̤̩̼̘̪̀́͊͗̋͐́̇ much."

You've never seen N this vulnerable before…

"What can I do to help? There must be something." N trembled, fighting some inner battle. Finally, he met your gaze, his optics showing an agony of want behind the discomfort.

"T-there is s-something, b-but I shouldn't..." Strangely, another sound intermingled with the strain in his voice now.

Was that...hunger?

Stroking his plating gently, hoping to soothe, you pressed, "Please, tell me what you need." His vents hitched wildly. Then, in a strained whisper, he cracked.

"Y-your oil...I ne-need…it."

A shiver visibly ran through his frame. His optics darkened as they focused intently on your physic, more so your neck and wrist.

"I..." he began weakly, then stopped to swallow. His claws clenched tightly as if fighting the urge. You waited patiently for him to continue, showing concern but no sense of alarm.

After a long pause, N dragged his gaze with an effort to meet your face once more.

“T-tell me to stop," he whispered, his fangs peeking out as he talked.

"I so badly n-need it, but I don't w-want to hurt you.” His claws lifted toward your face but stopped only by his wavering will. You knew this would be the only way for him to cool down.

You looked deeply into N's eyes, past the haze of glitches that overtook his screen.

"I trust you," you said calmly without fear. His breathing became more ragged at your words.

In a flash, his restraint broke—but instead of lunging at your throat as you'd expected, his claws tangled in the fabric of your shirt, yanking you flush against his overheated frame. You gasped at the contact, feeling the waves of heat pouring off of him.

N buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs tantalizingly. "P-please..." he stammered once more, sounding close to genuine tears. Raising a hand, you gently clasped the back of his head, threading your fingers through his silver hair.

"Take what you need," you told him firmly yet tenderly..After yet another hesitant pause, his screen displayed an X. Then, with a grunt of gratification, his fangs smoothly penetrated the sensitive wiring of your neck.

Your breath became unsteady as N's fangs pierced you. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would—just a little bit of a pinch. His hands gripped your shoulders for support as he drank deeply, allowing the oily fluid to course through his system.

For several moments the only sounds were his gulping intakes and your own measured breaths; you kept still so as not to disturb him. You watched as the pained lines on his face slowly eased, his eyes returning to normal. His plating, which was boiling hot only moments ago, cooled down to a much safer temperature against you.

N withdrew his fangs from your neck, making a small trickle of oil leak from your wound.

He leaned back in hastily, swiping his tongue along the twin marks. You shuddered at the foreign yet not unpleasant sensation. But N paused, a flushed look appearing on his screen. “Ah g-geez, is this w-weird?”

He glanced away, clearly embarrassed "What I mean to say is, um, my saliva can help the wounds close up faster? If, uh, you're okay with my germy mouth touching the injury I c-caused? No funny business, I swear! J-just bros being bros, p-patching each other…um up.”

N winced, realizing how that sounded. "N-not that we're actually b-bros, unless you want to be? Biscuits. Just—just let me do this, kay?”

With your consenting nod, N gave a short awkward chuckle and leaned back in. His tongue swiping over the wound. It began to tingle as the mark he had left slowly began to close up.

"It's strange to think your spit has healing properties," you remarked softly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. N hummed in agreement, laving one last swipe across the bite mark before drawing back to assess his handiwork. His optics flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.

"How does it feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, his tone laced with concern despite his own drained state. You shifted experimentally. "Stop worrying. Just a slight tingling.“

N searched your face anxiously. "Are you sure? Nothing else? No dizziness or discomfort?" His optics roved your features, taking in every subtle reaction. When you reassured him again that all was well, the tension melted from his shoulders—only to be replaced with guilt.

"Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he said quietly, horror creeping into his tone. "My systems went haywire; I had no control. If I had bitten down any harder..." He shuddered, unable to complete the thought.

"But you didn't," you said firmly. "You fought off the urge just enough to get the help you needed. I trusted you, N." He shook his head sadly. "Your trust may be misplaced in me. The overheating....what if next time I can't—can’t stop.”

N shuddered again at the dark thought. Seeking to ease his distress, you shot him a playful smile. "Well, if it happens again, we're in this together. At least now I have a cool vampire drone friend!! The whole sucking my oil thing was pretty vampirish.”

He cracked a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, maybe I'll sparkle in the sun too." Feeling bold, you leaned in with a faux-dramatic voice, "I vant to suck your coolant..."

N actually snickered at that. You beamed, glad to lift his spirit, even if it was only for a brief moment. His smile faded as reality set back in.

"But seriously, what if next time I really hurt someone?” On impulse, you threw your arms around him in a hug.

N's eyes widened as you suddenly hugged him close. For a moment he sat stiffly, caught off guard. Then slowly, oh so carefully, his arms came up to return the embrace.

"Y/N...if anything happened to you because of me, I don't know what I'd do," he said quietly against your shoulder. You squeezed him tighter for reassurance. "Hey, it'll take a lot more than some murder instinct to take me out. Have a little more faith in me, will you? Stop being so edgy.”

“Edgy?" N scoffed, "Sorry, nearly ripping your throat out put me in a gloomy mood."

"Ripping my throat out?” You echoed with a wry grin. "Well, luckily that didn’t happen, did it?”

N huffed, “Maybe. But what if next time I lose it?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but he quickly shushed you.

“You just leaped right in like it was nothing. Do you have any idea how badly this could've ended?" He gestured vaguely to the drying wound on your neck.

"You drones are so..so fragile. One wrong move and I could've—" He cut off, unable to say the word. His arms flexed unconsciously, as if longing to wrap around something and squeeze. To protect, or destroy? Even he wasn't sure.

"You'd never hurt me, N. I believe in-"

Your words halted as he glanced up, his eyes searching yours with raw, wavering emotion. An urge welled within you, sprung from compassion more than reason. You leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

"Mmmph?!" N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body locking up stiffly. Your tongue briefly caught the tang of the lingering oil before you pulled back with a slight grimace.

His faceplate shone a distressed yellow blush. "I-I'm so sorry, I should have wiped my mouth better!“ he stammered.

But you simply smiled and leaned in again, pressing your lips gently to his once more. Then, slowly, he began to relax into the kiss.

His screen switched to a loading screen. In that moment, all his train of thought derailed off a cliff. N's screen flickered back online, and one of his hands floated up to gently touch his mouth, eyes wide and staring blankly.

"Bwuh-wha...you...kissem—I mean, I kissem-no, we...kissed?" he sputtered

"We k-kissed. You k-kissed me," he whispered, his optics shrinking to pinpoints before dilating wide again. A nervous giggling burst out of him.

"Oh biscuits, what d-does this mean? Are we like..” his tone lowered to a soft whisper.

“Dating n-now?”

"Well, uh, I guess you could say we're kind of sort of datingish now," you replied bashfully. "If-if you want to be my boyfriend, that is."

N's entire face lit up. "Boyfriend..Awhh Y/N!! Id love that." He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around in excitement.

"N set you down gently, his optics still shining with unbridled joy. However, a hint of seriousness crept into his expression as he looked at you intently.

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for what you did," he said, his voice low and eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You really scared me back there."

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next time, I'll call V or someone else—I won't try to handle things on my own and potentially get myself killed." You paused, then added with a wry smile, "I promise."

N's stern look softened, and he hummed contentedly. "Good!" Reaching out, he took your hand in his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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yammpi3 · 8 days

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𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. // 𝑾.𝑪 1.9𝒌

— feat. Tsundere Disassembly drone V x Flirty worker drone reader

synopsis. Reader makes V agree to go on a date with them even though V treats the reader poorly despite secretly liking them back.

— content warning. kissing!! v being extremely (sorta) rude to reader and the reader making lots of suggestive jokes..not that bad guys I PROMISE.

— authors note. This was a request sent by anon, again THANK YOU SO MUCH for requesting a x reader..ilsym I hope its to ur liking I struggled just a tad with it. (there might be some spelling errors I didn't catch soso)

"Ugh, not again." V grumbled as she saw you approaching her with a stupid grin on your face. She was sitting casually on one of the desks in a deserted classroom, one leg hanging off as she tapped away at her phone. Her other friends had all cleared out for "lunch," leaving her alone with you.

"Why hello there, V! Hard at work, I see?" You said with a wink. She rolled her bright optics in response.

"What do you want now, drone?" V said with disdain, not even bothering to look up from the conversation she was having with Lizzy on her phone. She was always busy, whether with school or just goofing off with friends. But you were a persistent pest that just didn't know when to quit bothering her; in reality, she didn't mind at all; she liked having you near, but the thought of her liking you like that irked her a bit.

"Aw, don't be like that, V.., I just wanted to come to admire the view from up close," you said as you leaned in casually against the edge of the desk, just a bit closer than personal space allowed.

V scoffed derisively. "Don't you have some bolts to tighten up or something??"

Undeterred, you simply smiled wider, eternally charmed by her prickly demeanor. "Oh, I do love it when you talk dirty to me."

V finally looked up from her phone, swinging her legs off the desk in one fluid motion as she rose to her full, intimidating height, towering over you authoritatively. "Listen here, screw loose. I am not interested; I will never be interested, and if you don't leave me alone right now, I'll turn you into a tasty snack. Got that?" Her eyes bore into yours with fiery intensity.

You held V's intense gaze calmly, unperturbed by her threat. "A tasty snack, huh? Well, you do always look delicious yourself.”

"You just don't know when to quit, do you? Y/N?" She sneered, though the edge in her voice had softened slightly.

"What can I say? I'm devoted to my cause."

V hesitated, “Tch, you're hopeless. Scram before I tear you to shreds." She turned away with a huff, hiding her smirk.

You grinned, knowing you were getting under her plating just as you wanted, even if she liked to pretend otherwise. "Aw, don't be like that, ViVi; you know, tearing me to shreds would just be considered foreplay to me.”

V whirled back around, optics blazing. "Don't call me that!" she snarled, losing her composure entirely for once.

You held your hands up in mock surrender, still smiling cheekily. "Sorry, babes, I know you like to keep up the 'mean girl' act."

V closed the distance between you in an instant, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and yanking you close till your faceplates were mere inches apart.

"Another word from you, and you'll be just an oil stain." She hissed, tightening the grip she had on your clothing.

You held onto her wrist gently, looking calmly into her fiery optics. "I'll go, on one condition."

V growled impatiently. "Im listening.”

"Go on a date with me this Saturday."

An incredulous look crossed her faceplate. For a moment, you thought she might actually rip you apart on the spot. But then she made a noise of disgust and shoved you away.

"Fine, if it'll get you to leave me alone! Now get out of here!"

With a wink and salute, you sauntered off, feeling victorious. But V stood fuming for a moment before pulling out her phone to text someone.

V (12:35 p.m.): Liz…

Liz (12:36 p.m.): What's up?

V (12:36 p.m.): That idiot asked me out on a date this Saturday.

Liz (12:37 p.m.): OMG OMG NO WAY!! What did you say?!

V rolled her eyes as she sat back onto the desk, with one of her legs casually flung over the side. As if she'd ever actually be interested in one of the worker drones.

V (12:37 p.m.): I said fine just to get them off my back. I wouldn’t actually go on a date with them.

Liz (12:37 p.m.): Suuure V, whatever helps you sleep at night lol. We both know you'd be sad if they canceled 💀

V (12:38 p.m.): AS IF. They're so damn annoying.

Liz (12:38 p.m.): Mhmm sure... I think you secretly love the attention you get from them 🤗‼️ But ew romance.

V (12:39 p.m.): Shut up! I do not. I'm only going to prove to them that I'm not interested.

Liz (12:39 p.m.): Riiight. Well, have fun on your "not date" date! Try not to fall too hard 💕💕

V (12:39 p.m.): UGH, you're the worst. TTYL

Liz (12:40 p.m.): Bye boo!!

V exits the chat and sighs, trying to ignore the flutter in her core. As if she'd ever like that idiot...right?

Saturday night rolled around sooner than V would have liked. She found herself hovering outside the door to your quarters, pride and nerves battling within her core.

V hovered outside your housing unit, glancing around as if embarrassed to be seen there.

She rang the buzzer with more force than necessary. Not even a millisecond later, the door quickly slid open to reveal you looking a bit surprised.

“V- you...” Your voice cracked slightly in your elation. Every part of your being vibrated with anticipation at the sight of her. “You actually came! I was honestly expecting to get ditched, but I’m so glad you’re here.”

Stepping aside, you gestured for her to enter with a beaming grin. V hesitated, shifting her weight as if ready to bolt at any moment.

V's optics roved the inside of your house, taking in the cozy room illuminated by strings of fairy lights in every corner. On the couch sat a pile of fluffy blankets and a tray of oilcakes.

"This better not be some lame romcom you've got queued up, Y/N." She grumbled, fighting a smile.

"Only the cheesiest for you,” you laughed, gesturing for her to get comfortable on the couch. You picked out a random romance movie and hit play as you settled in beside her, draping a blanket over both of your laps.

V tried to watch the movie, she really did. But she found herself continually drifting to study your face instead of the movie on screen. The way your optics lit up at each corny joke or sweet scene, your smile that never seemed to fade. It was somehow endearing to see.

As the film played on, V gradually relaxed on the couch, the coolant and oilcakes forgotten on the coffee table. Hesitantly, you raised your arm to rest it around V’s shoulders. You saw her tense up, and just when you thought she was ready to pull away...she didn't. PROGRESS. PROGRESS.

By the final act, V had completely given up any pretense of paying attention. Her head rested heavy on your chestplate now as your gentle fingers traced idle patterns on her arm. It was so peaceful she felt herself nearly powering down.

When the credits rolled, at last, V reluctantly lifted her head to meet your gaze. Your smile lit up the room better than any fairy light ever could.

"So...what did you think? Was it the lamest date ever?" You teased softly.

V averted her eyes, fighting a smile of her own. "It wasn't...the worst, I guess." She admitted quietly.

You beamed, gently cupping her cheek to turn her face back to you. "Then maybe we could do it again sometime?" You asked hopefully.

V shoved your hand away but made no effort to move and pull further from your side. She gazed into your optics with an unusual vulnerability shining in her own.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Drone. This changes nothing between us." She huffed, though the effect was dampened by the yellow glow rising in her cheeks.

You smiled softly, knowing how much it must hurt her pride to show such weakness, even for a moment. Reaching out tentatively, you brushed a lock of her silver hair back from her face gently.

V's harsh reply faltered on her lips under your tender look. Her eyes searched yours as if seeking something, some hint that this wasn't a cruel joke and that it was in fact real.

"V...you don't have to pretend with me. Not unless that's truly what you want." You whispered.

For a long moment she was silent, warring with parts of herself not even she fully understood. Then slowly, excruciatingly so, V lifted a hand to cup your cheek in return.

"Fine. One more date. But if you breathe a word of this to anyone, Y/N, you'll be begging me for deactivation."

"Oh..~ my lips are sealed." You grinned, delighted by this small victory.

V sighed in long-suffering, but you caught the playful glint in her eyes. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Yet here you are anyway." You teased softly.

Leaning in, you paused a hair's breadth away from her lips, savoring the hitch in her breath. V closed the final distance with a surge of impatience.

For a few blissful moments you drowned in the taste of each other, V melting against your frame like she belonged there. All too soon she tore herself away, fans whirring loudly in the silence.

A [chosen/color] glow rose to your cheeks as V pulled away, leaving you a stuttering, dazzled mess. You struggled to process what had just happened.

V watched you with an unreadable expression, arms crossed defensively over her chest. But you saw the telltale yellow tinge on her screen that gave away her flustered state.

"Well, say something??” She huffed when your stunned silence dragged on.

You blinked rapidly, fighting to collect your scattered processes. "I, uh, that was...wow."

V rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Real articulate, as always."

A dopey grin broke out on your faceplate.

"It was amazing. You're—you're amazing…"

"It's not like I did it because I like you or anything, stupid!" She muttered, flicking your forehead with a resigned sigh. But you saw the glint of amusement in her gaze again.

Reaching up, you gently caught her hand in your own, marveling at how big and delicate it seemed in your smaller grasp. Stroking over her plating with adoring strokes of your thumb, you watched her reaction carefully.

Her fans picked up speed, betraying how affected she was though she tried to maintain her aloof facade.

Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers curled to return your hold, gripping just firmly enough to send a thrill through your system.

"We both know you feel the same way I do, V." You said softly, giving her a tender smile.

Her resolve seemed to waver under your earnest look. Lashes fluttered as she averted her eyes, struggling with emotions she wasn't used to expressing.

"And...what way is that, exactly?" She asked, her voice no more than a whisper.

Cupping her cheek, you turned her face back to you with the utmost care. "That you like me too. Maybe even more than that."

V leaned instinctively into your touch with a small sigh. Her free hand came up to cover yours, holding you there as if your warmth was the only thing anchoring her.

"You're such an idiot." She scoffed, though her words held no bite. Leaning in, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips that spoke louder than any confession.

You smiled into the kiss, joy threatening to make your very core burst. Pulling her closer still, you kissed her thoroughly, pouring every ounce of love and affection into the contact.

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yammpi3 · 9 days

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𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 // 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪

Part 2!! Hawks x Assistant — random messages somewhat coordinated ༉‧₊˚.

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yammpi3 · 22 days

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𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒆? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? // WC: 1.4k

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. N is out on patrol when he catches you inside a class room finishing up some homework, once you’re done he walks you home and stays for awhile.

— content warnings. its just fluff, hand holding and a cheek kiss ;3

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, tried my best guys I know some things lore wise but ehh….i had to add random things for it to fit all together ANYWHO love this little guy he’s so adorbs (this is not proof read btw…)

N trudged through the dimly lit hallways of the school facility, his joints creaking slightly after a long and tedious patrol cycle. All he wanted now was to shut down for recharge, but duty compelled him to remain vigilant. He peeked into each classroom as he passed, scanning for any signs of unusual activity or potential threats.

Just as he was about to move on, a faint sound caught his attention from the next room up ahead. Cautiously, N approached the doorway and peeped inside. There, across the room, was you—seated at your desk with a look of deep concentration etched across your screen. Your optical units were focused intently on your laptop, typing away to what seems like an essay.

N found himself transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from you. The way your brow seemed to furrow ever so slightly, the subtle shifts in your posture as you worked—it all captivated him. He couldn't help but just admire you.

Time seemed to slow as N stood there, covertly observing. All he knew was that he didn't want this moment to end—to tear himself away from the sight before him.

After a few more minutes, you sat back with a satisfied nod and began powering down your computer. N's core fluttered nervously—now was his chance. "Hey bud, you headed home soon?"

His voice startled you, and your gaze met his with a smile. "Just wrapping things up here." You closed your laptop and set it inside your backpack while N fidgeted.

Why was it so hard to find the right words around you? Taking a steadying vent of air, N plowed ahead. "I was thinking, uh, since we both go the same way and all...wanna walk together?" His speech stumbled as flustered static crept in. "For! Uhm, for safety purposes of course."

"You trying to ditch patrol again, N?" His display flashed a brighter yellow in embarrassment. Of course you'd seen right through his feeble excuse. But to N's relief, your tone was teasing rather than accusing.

"No, no, honest!" he rushed to clarify. "I just...want to make sure you get home safe, you know? You never know what's lurking around." N chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face heat further. "But no pressure! I'll leave you be."

He started to scurry off, but you called after him. "Wait up, doofus; I was just messing with you. Sure, you can tag along."

N almost tripped over in excitement as he turned back to you. "You serious? I mean, of course you're serious; why wouldn't you be? Just didn't expect-" He cut himself off, seeing your amused expression. "Right, shutting up now. You, uh, are you ready to head out?"

You gave a final check that your desk was clear before nodding. "All set."

As you walked out of the school, N rambled on about his day. "Man, patrol was so boring today. At least now I get to hang with you for a bit." He swung his arms energetically as he walked alongside you.

As the two of you exited the school building, a cool breeze blew past. N shivered slightly despite having no organic components. "Brr, sure is chilly tonight. Glad I don't have to stand outside on patrol much longer."

You chuckled at his reaction. "Aww, does the big bad robot 'ave a wittle cold circuit?" N shot you a sideways glance, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh hush..”

Laughing, you slung an arm around N's shoulders in a mock hug. "Aw, it's okay, I'll keep you warm!" Much to your amusement, this only caused N to blush further while stammering incoherently. Smirking, you released your hold and continued on ahead.

As your optics adjusted to the darkness, you noticed N nervously scanning the shadows with his bright glow. "Relax bolt-brain; nothing is sneaking up on us tonight. You're the scariest thing around these parts," you teased, nudging him playfully.

N rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, better safe than sorry, right? Patrol's got me on high alert, I guess."

N shuffled closer to your side as you both made your way down the living quarters, wrapping his tail carefully around your leg. Though he claimed it was for protection, you suspected he simply enjoyed being close. Not before long, the row of housing units emerged into view.

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the doorway of your home. N peered at it curiously. "Wanna come in? My folks are working overtime at the door again, so we've got the place to ourselves."

N hesitated, fidgeting anxiously. "I, uh, don't want to intrude or anything.”

"Don't worry so much," you said reassuringly. "Like I said, my parents are working late, so it's just us. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want the company."

N still seemed unsure, nervously twisting his hands together. His eyes flickered from you to the doorway and back again. You could tell he wanted to accept the invitation, but something was holding him back.

Sighing softly, you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Look, I get if it seems weird since we're different models. But to me, you're just N—my friend. You've always got my back, and I want to return the favor. So what do you say? Wanna come in and hang longer?

After a moment, he smiled shyly. "You really see me as a friend? Even though I'm probably the lamest murder drone ever built."

You grinned and punched his arm playfully. "Duh, why else would I hang out with you? Now come on!!”

You led N down the hallway to your room. "Not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."

Kicking off some stray debris, you plopped down on your bed and gave it an encouraging pat. "Park it, toaster." N did so nervously, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

With a flick of your wrist, you played some upbeat nightcore music; it played at a comfortable volume.

N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, listening to the upbeat music pulsing through the room. "Cozy set up you've got here," he said, his gaze flitting around nervously.

"Yeahhh” you replied with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. "So, being a murder drone. Bet that's...umm...murder-y?"

N couldn't help but chuckle at your lame joke. "Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's uh, it's definitely something." He leaned back, debating how much to say.

"Mostly it's just... fixing up the ship, or stopping V from taking out another one of you guys, that sort of thing." His attempt at casual humor fell flat, but you nodded encouragingly.

"It can be tense though," N continued more seriously. "When intruders show up, lives get put at risk. The pressure to terminate threats efficiently, without fail...it's a lot." He took on a faraway, troubled look.

Fizzling out, N sighed softly. "Truth is... I'm not just some cold killer bot, you know? I care about protecting this place and keeping everyone safe. Including..." His gaze met yours shyly. "Including you."

Gently, you reached out to take his hand in yours. N jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. "I know you care, you dork. You wouldn't keep risking your wiring to walk me home otherwise."

"Well, uh, it's just standard procedure! Gotta look out for...others and all that ha—ha…”

You chuckled. "Sure thing. We both know you just looovee my charming personality." Squeezing his hand reassuringly, you leaned in until your faces nearly touched.

"Listen N. Killing isn't all you are; it's what you have to.. Uh do.. And I like who you are—awkward jokes and all."

You gently lifted a hand to cup his cheek. N hitched at the contact, but he didn't pull away, instead leaning into your palm with a soft sigh. Gathering courage, you pressed a kiss to the cold metal.

When you drew back, N's smile could have powered the whole facility.

N's cheek plates flushed a deeper yellow as he leaned into your palm, still processing what just happened.

"I, uh...wow." Was all he could manage at first, a flustered chuckle escaping him. You smiled fondly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Are...are you sure about this?" He looked at you. "I mean, me? Really?"

"N, relax." You said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

"R-right, sorry. I just... care about you. A lot." His gaze became unusually intense.

Your core swelled at his words. Leaning close once more, you pressed your forehead to his with a murmur. “Stay for tonight?”

Eyes closed, he nuzzled gently into the embrace. "Y-yeah. I can um.." he swallowed before he continued, “do that..yeah”

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𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑩𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑮𝑶 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺.ᐟ.ᐟ ⋆.˚

NOTES— Just some random head cannons about Katsuki Bakugo ;3 Will probably write something on a few of them in the future..

When he's wearing his hearing aids he will purposely take them off as you ramble and pretend he’s listening by answering like: “mhmm” “no, no yeah” “totally”

I like to think that he's not a natural blonde but actually a brunette who bleaches and tones his hair just to look more like his mom.

He goes into his dorm room to “sleep early” but in reality, he stays up late using his phone.

He's the type to nudge, push, hit you when he actually laughs at one of your jokes

Since his hearing is impaired..whenever he listens to music inside his dorm room its always at maximum volume. Despite the UA dorms being soundproof you can still faintly hear it through the walls.

He HATES celebrating his birthday, he thinks its too corny and unnecessary but you and the rest of the class do it anyways.

When the opportunity is right he makes “that's what she said” jokes since he finds them a bit funny.

He hates physical touch but makes a SMALL exception for you. But when he deems it to be too much for him he’ll gently push you off and roll his eyes. “Okayy..knock it off" "That's enough"

He would invite himself into your dorm room, but god forbid you come into his without his permission.

When he invites you to cook with him he doesn't mean help him prepare the food, he just wants you to sit prettily and watch him cook.

He pretends to act annoyed but secretly loves it when you eat whatever he makes.

Just because he tolerates you doesn't mean you've escaped the name-calling.

He would be a heavy sleeper because of his hearing impairment, so if you wake him up he would get a bit startled but quickly change his demeanor so you won't see view as “weak.”

He has a secret sweet tooth and will secretly indulge in sugary snacks, but he'll get defensive and deny it if you catch him.

Has a strong habit of aggressively correcting others grammar or pronunciation, even if its just a minor mistake.

He's a bit of a germaphobe and would go out of his way to avoid touching things or shaking hands with people.

He hates the rain, not only because of his quirk but because of the thunder that sometimes comes with it. His hearing aids amplify the sound which forces him to take them off completely. Leaving him feeling a bit vulnerable.

He also hates the fact that bad weather makes his hearing aids malfunction. The static and cutting out frustrates him to no end.

He turns into such a geek when you talk about video games, heroes, and manga. When he notices how nerdy he starts to sound he shuts up completly.

Has an inferiority complex but..also a superiority complex somehow..??

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