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Spoilers ahead!
• player reader
You shifted around on your assigned bed, attempting to recover the sleep you didn't get due to the riot that broke out. You didn't get hurt, no, but you were sure that you wouldn't survive the next game in such a state. You lifted yourself from the bed and made your way to the guards handing out the food, almost tripping over on the smooth floor as you did so.
Well, a certain square masked guard couldn't help but notice how down you were. He hurried the other guards out, telling them all players had already gotten what they needed, you soon followed along with the excuse of going to the bathroom. As you reached him, you quickly guided the both of you to the bathroom, not being quite awake enough to care if another player sees.
As the two of you got in a stall, he quickly wrapped his arms around you, letting you snuggle into the tight embrace. Feeling comforted, you held one of his hands and lifted up his mask, giving him a short kiss. As you walked out of the bathroom, he simply standed there holding his blushing face, trying to contain his excitement.
• guard reader
It had been quite the stressful day, one of the players attempted to kill you with a gun, even if he was shot right after, it had you quite shaken. How did that player even get that gun? You wouldn't know. All you knew is that the boss told you he'd "talk to you" afterwards. You didn't even know why, maybe you flinched or yelped at the player's actions.
Finally, it was the end of the day. You remembered what the square masked guard had instructed you to do, and so, you awaited all guards to get into their assigned rooms. Now it was only you and your boss. Alone in the hallway.
Strangely, he complimented you on handling the situation so well, holding a hand out. You eagerly held his hand, awaiting a response from him. He slowly hugged you, expecting you to say it was unprofessional or how he isn't suposed to do this. Your response? You hugged him back and thanked him. He was sure his heart was going to explode at that, glad his face was covered and you wouldn't see his flushed expression.
As quickly as the fuzzy sensation started when you embraced him, it didn't leave when you waved him goodbye, heading to your own room. He would never let go of this moment, every time you met following what happend, he'd always sneak a hand around your waist when no one was looking.
