Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

You-aholic

After turning a corner from a busy street in Yomitan, you hastily run down the concrete stairs, coming to a screeching stop at the metal door. Looking around to make sure no one is looking you knock five times in a rhythm. 

"Oh my fucking god y/n!" an exasperated voice shouts. "There is no knock you idiot!" The rusty door swings open, revealing a mahogany haired-male with matching eyes. Your face splits into a grin, and you skip past him, running to the elevator. Alexandre shuts the door, and shuffles over to where you are standing. "You are ten minutes late." he says gruffly, his stomach turning cartwheels as he takes in your face. 

"Awww, is this your way of saying hi?" you tease, tilting your head like a puppy. Alexandre looks away, hiding his obvious crush blush. The elevator dings, opening into the gross world of public elevators. 

"You got into trouble, no one wants to see you." he snaps, embarrassed. You chuckle, used to his mean behavior as you get on the elevator and press your thumb to a small black button. To you, he is your grumpy, caffeine-addicted friend. You have worked with him for about six years now, making you two even closer.  But to him, you are his everything. His sun, his moon, his stars and sea. 

He looks at you wistfully as you blabber on about your school and the blonde jerk. He is far too afraid to tell you that he stays up at night thinking about you, that he boils in jealousy when someone else looks at you, that he would like to be by your side until death do you part. He puts his hand on your shoulder, appreciating the way your shining e\c eyes meet his. 

He opens his mouth to say 'I missed you' but all that comes out is, "We have a new weapon to update. It is due on Monday." You roll your eyes and nudge him with your elbow.

 "Always a workaholic, huh? At least you don't lean on, ya know," you mime chugging a bottle. Alexandre's hand drops off of your shoulder, a cold feeling settling in his gut once more. He pushes his hair back in exasperation.

 "At least I didn't run off to Chatan because I couldn't handle the simplest task." he spits, more angry at himself that he couldn't say what he wanted. Your face sours, and the mahogany haired boy regrets running the words from his mouth. Awkward silence fills the elevator, tension heavy in the air. 

"That was unnecessary," you say curtly as the elevator opens once again. You step into the shiny hall, flashing your badge at the guard. Alexandre does the same, following you down twists and turns until you come to your shared office. "Anyways," you say, pushing the matter to the side, "I came up with this kickass idea for a flashbomb slash smoke grenade." You toss your back pack to the side, spinning in your chair.  

"Y/n," Alexandre says, anxiously approaching your desk in the tiny office. 

"Oh, is that a new figure for the stun-gun?" you say, leaping up and brushing past the brunette, picking up a gun model. 

"Yeah, but," he begins. 

"Ohhhhh" you say, "That's good for the undies huh? Small, lightweight, easily concealable," you say, examining the small weapon. 

"Yup" a smooth new voice says, popping the 'p'. You look up to see a silver haired male leaning against the door, his blue eyes glinting. His gray turtle neck gives him the impression of an arctic fox. 

"Lilren, we were just talking about your new weapon design " you say, and Alexandre scowls. Lilren nods, a devilish smirk coming over his fine features. 

"What was it you called us? The undies?" You snort, it was in inside joke according to the fact that they were undercover seductive assassins. Undercover killers in underwear.