𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚'𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝?

"When... did I fall asleep?" I whispered, stretching and yawning as I gradually sat up. I then proceed to rub and try to blink the drowsiness away as I heard an inadequate knock sound from the other side of the metal door which shortly noisily opened afterwards.

"Oh, did I wake you?" the voice belonged to... an android I've never met before. And, if I was being absolutely honest, he reminded me of 1X─just a tad bit shorter, a red-ish hue to his hair, and gorgeous eyes.

I've never seen eyes that pretty before... if he was a human, I would've thought those were contacts.

"(Y/n)?" he called out as he stepped a bit closer to where I was, a concerned look on his features. It was at that point I had realized I was gawking at him.

"S-sorry! And, no─no, you didn't," I panickily stumbled for words as I tore my eyes elsewhere.

Sure, he's pretty, but 9S is better. He's always better... I miss him.

"Ah, okay." he acknowledged as his red-and-purple mixed orbs scanned over the room. "I'm 10B, by the way. I've been assigned as your personal bodyguard by command."

God.. the way the lights catch his eyes... they sometimes look golden-

"Oh? Why was I assigned a 'personal bodyguard'?" I questioned, completely skipping over introductions─and out of my thoughts─as he obviously knew who I was.

"I don't know the details, I was just told," the male returned, "But, I assume it deals with what happened yesterday."

"Oh..."

The room was soon submerged in silence, slightly awkward but still comfortable silence as I relived the events of yesterday.

We went looking for 9S but ran into a trap. And, because of that trap, I was kidnapped, rescued-kidnapped, and then rescued. My lord yesterday was a long day.

"Do you know how 9S is doing? Or where 32S may be?" I urged after a few moments, glancing up to make eye contact with 10B. As soon as I did that, I immediately felt the uneasy air that came with the male android which then forced me to realize that he never told me what rank he was under YoRHa or what his designation meant.

"9S is still deactivated for his maintenance, but I believe he's fine. As for 32S... I'm not exactly sure, though he's probably up on the Bunker." he replied. His words were somewhat blunt, yet I could tell he was trying to put emotion behind it─perhaps to try and seem more human-like towards me.

"Alright, as long as they're okay..." I mentioned, looking away towards the lunar tear that sat in its' 'vase' on my makeshift nightstand.

10B was swift to fall back into silence, causing me to start to assume that he maybe didn't like chatting all that much.

So, he's a pretty boy who's eerily emotionless and, seemingly, doesn't like talking. And, he's my personal bodyguard. Talk about rough.

Shortly, I cleared my throat to get his attention, "So, what's your unit type?"

"What's it matter?" 10B densely challenge... rather he densely asserted.

"I─uh."

Oh boy.