A Full Chaldea (Fate/Grand Order)

Lover Boy's 'Secret' Hardcore Crush

...Master should be here really soon...
Jekyll fidgets with his black gloves and smooths out his honey-blond hair. His bright green eyes are wide with anticipation and anxiety. He repositions his glasses two times and almost violently smooths out his outfit.
He's gonna give a speech...
Why don't you just grab him and run? Come on, I know what I'm doing, damn it!
Jekyll flinches. It's not that he's not used to the violent, psychotic voice in his head, demanding to be let out, held down only by tired strings of mental strength. He's just so caught up in his thoughts that other him speaking startles him, like a megaphone being blown right next to his head. He leans against a wall, his head in his hands.
No...
Come on! Come on, give in, and just let me out!
No...!
Grrrrrrrrrr!
...please...be quiet for once...
Jekyll tries to silence his mind. Other him rages over that, but he tries to suppress it with happy thoughts, something to keep him in the moment.
Master's gonna be speaking...
He steps forward and watches the time obsessively, unconsciously tapping his foot to let out his nervous energy.
Five seconds before his Servants are let in...four...three...two...one...
Da Vinci's voice blasts over the loudspeaker.
"Can all available Servants please enter the auditorium. Ritsuka Fujimaru is going to give a speech in exactly five minutes."
Jekyll rushes in. He takes the seat right in the middle, so that he can have the best view of his Master possible. His mind is completely racing, and his heart is stumbling along like a drunken idiot. He stares straight forward, his eyes almost glassy.
Don't be weird when he comes in, Henry...pay attention to him, don't draw too much attention to yourself, don't say something dumb, don't do something dumb, act normal...
For once, other him is silent. Or maybe Jekyll's obsessive orders just cover his crazy voice up. He doesn't notice that all of Ritsuka's other Servants have filed in until he feels a sharp jab in the stomach.
"Hey moron! I've called your name three times already!"
He almost jumps out of his seat and shakes his head hard. Mordred glares at him, looking almost odd in her casual outfit. Jekyll's face heats up.
"Oh, Mordred...sorry, I didn't see you there..."
"I've been right next to you for like two entire minutes, and you didn't even glance my way. That's not like you. What the hell is wrong?"
"N-Nothing..." Jekyll spits. He readjusts his glasses. Mordred shrugs.
"Okay, if ya say so."
Ritsuka comes onto the little stage-like thing and snaps his fingers. On cue, Da Vinci pulls up what looks like a Da Vinci-ified PowerPoint-esque presentation about...something. Jekyll doesn't really care about the subject matter.
Oh my god, he's here...
His heart clatters. He leans a bit forward in his chair and fidgets with his gloves some more, never taking his eyes off Ritsuka. His face flushes, and the darkness of the room does well to hide it. Mordred looks him up and down, then smirks. Hyde hasn't said a word, but Jekyll can slightly feel him; he's watching his Master like a hawk would a field mouse, ready to snatch him up at any point.
Ritsuka begins the presentation, and Jekyll hears it all but doesn't listen. All he really cares about is the soothing melody of his Master's voice. After a brilliant speech (which Jekyll didn't listen to a word of), Da Vinci dismisses everyone. Jekyll doesn't hear her voice either; in fact, he stares at his Master until Mordred yanks on his arm.
"Come on!"
Jekyll hangs his head low to hide his blush and follows her out of the auditorium.

...grrrrrrrrrr...I'll kill anyone to get to him...
...please...don't...
...haha...hahahahahahahahaha! What even is this feeling?! Why do I want to steal him away?!
...Hyde...please don't...
Jekyll buries his head in his hands and knees. He tries to just focus on his breathing, and ignore the fact that Hyde is right, in a way...that is what he wants, to some extent...
In, out. In, out. In, out.
He's jerked out of his thoughts when he hears Da Vinci over the loudspeaker call everyone for lunch. He gets up and out of his room, walking to the cafeteria on autopilot. He grabs his food and sits down, alone. He sees his Master, smiling and laughing and joking and occasionally taking a bite of his ramen. He watches him, stares at him, before slapping himself.
Come on, Henry! That's weird!
And yet despite his half-serious insistence, he can't keep his eyes off him. Ritsuka pauses for a moment.
Is someone looking at me...?
He turns around, and they make eye contact for a split second, before Jekyll flushes beet red and looks away. After Ritsuka turns back to his table, Jekyll starts staring at him again, his face lightly tinted a cute pale red. He bites his lip anxiously. He doesn't even notice that anyone is near him until he hears Mordred burst out laughing.
"M-Mordred?!"
Mordred laughs until her sea-green eyes tear up. When she finally manages to regain control of herself, she wipes her tears and smiles at Jekyll.
"Someone's got a cruuuuuush!" She teases, loud enough that he'll think everyone heard it but not loud enough for anyone to hear. Jekyll notices that Ritsuka's looking at them, and his face burns the color of fire.
"Mordred! Come on!" He hisses.
You should just let me out. I know what to do.
Jekyll can't even hear him. His embarrassment blocks out Hyde's comments.
"So I'm right," Mordred teases again, and takes a triumphant chomp of her chicken leg.
"No, you're not!"
Mordred smirks.
"Oh reeeeeeally? Then what's that?"
She nods her head towards his plate, where his peas have been arranged in a heart shape. He's vaguely aware that he might have done it, but it doesn't seem real. His arm shakes as he half-heartedly stabs at a piece of his broccoli. His face is the color of blood.
Let me out! I'll steal him away...so, so far away!
Jekyll's eyes burn red for a moment, and he clutches his head so tight he can feel pressure marks forming. Mordred looks at him, legitimately worried.
"...hey nerd? Are you—"
Jekyll abandons his food, his friend, and his Master and runs as fast as he can to the unused, anti-Servant holding cells in Chaldea's basement. He locks himself in one of them and throws the key as far as he can.
His eyes flash again.
Let me out!
...Master...I'm...so sorry...I'm trying...I'm really...trying...!
Jekyll collapses onto his hands and knees, and his eyes switch, bringing with them a whole new demeanor. His hair spikes up. Hyde pulls the bars as hard as he can. He kicks and punches and rips and tears and pulls and shoves and curses and screams and laughs maniacally. The wall, the floor, the bars, everything receives a Berserker pounding...not like it matters. Hyde can almost feel Jekyll smiling weakly.
Yeah...these walls...have been...reinforced...to resist...Servants...
"Arrrrrgggghhhhh!" Hyde screams in frustration. He keeps attacking, but Jekyll can hear the slapping of footsteps on rock over it.
Not...good...someone's down...here...
Hahahahaha! Someone to kill! Kill, kill, kill!
Ritsuka enters the general holding area. Hyde smiles.
No one else can have him! Mine! Mine, mine, mine! I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!
Khh...Master...? Why is...he...here...?
Hyde grabs the bars and smiles, his sharp teeth glinting, his face red with love and exertion.
"Why hello there, Master, my beloved! Come here!"
Ritsuka backs away slightly, only just out of reach.
Thank god those anti-Servant Bounded Fields work.
Hyde tries to reach out, but he can't. Ritsuka stands firm.
"Jekyll! I know you can hear me!"
...Master...?
"Try to resist! Take a breath!"
"Hahahahahahahahaha!"
Hyde...no...!
"You can do this! I know you can!"
...nnngh...!
Hyde's eyes start to shift, and Jekyll regains control of his body. He collapses on the ground, exhausted. Tears roll down his face.
"...ghh...Mas...ter..." he forces. As the situation sinks in, he starts hyperventilating.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He cries over and over and over. Ritsuka grabs the key and unlocks the door.
"No, please—"
Ritsuka grabs him in a hug. Jekyll freezes in place, blushing and crying.
"Shhh...shhhhhhhh. It's okay. Let it out. I'm here. I'm here."
Jekyll hesitates, but he grabs his Master and pulls him tight to his chest. His face feels odd, between his burning cheeks and coldish tears. He buries his face in his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."
They stay like that for a bit. Jekyll calms down, and only then does what's going on truly hit him.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Master. Hugged. Me. Oh my god. Oh my god.
He panics and pushes his Master away.
"Jekyll?"
Jekyll's face is bright red, and he refuses to look at his Master.
"Hey, Jekyll? What was Hyde saying about 'my belov—'"
"Heh heh...you know him...totally psychotic. P-Pay it no mind."
Jekyll exhales quickly.
"I...need to go."
He dashes back to his room, his outfit lathered in sweat.
Great...I made a total fool of myself.
You moron.
Just shut up, Hyde.
Jekyll pulls out an identical clean outfit. He checks to make sure his door is closed, then changes. He closes his eyes and sighs.
Ah...that's nice. I really don't like the feeling of clothing sticking to my skin.
You could always walk around shirtless in front of Master.
N-No!
Jekyll's face flushes at Hyde's ridiculous suggestion.
I'm...gonna take a nap. I don't feel particularly well.
Jekyll crawls into his bed and tries to go to sleep. Half an hour...an hour...he loses track of time and just stares at the ceiling, his mind a mess.