Squid Game one shots

❤️‍🩹Square Guard x Reader

"Bet You're Blushing Under There"
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You were pretty sure the Square Guard had a crush on you.

Sure, it was hard to tell, considering his entire face was hidden behind a geometric mask and he spoke like a human traffic cone. But you had your suspicions. Like how he always stood just a little too close during roll call. Or how he conveniently happened to be your hallway escort. Every. Single. Time.

Today, he was back at it again-escorting you from the dorms to your shift.

"Y'know," you said, sauntering just a bit to mess with him, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me around on purpose."

Silence.

Classic.

"You're like a tall, grumpy, bulletproof shadow. I should name you." You snapped your fingers. "How about Squarey?"

Still no answer. But you swore his neck stiffened a little.

"Aw, come on. Don't be shy." You leaned closer as you walked beside him, mock-whispering, "If I say something cute, will you short-circuit?"

Still nothing. But this time, the way his hands twitched near his weapon holster gave him away.

Bingo.

You grinned.

After the shift-cleaning up after one of the game prep rooms, which was, as always, gross-Square Guard was there waiting to walk you back again. He didn't say a word. Just gave you a curt nod and started walking ahead, trusting you to follow.

You did, of course. But not without leaning in again and teasing, "So, do I get a reward if I behave? Or is that mask just for intimidation, Mr. Mysterious?"

He stopped walking. You almost bumped into him.

"Wait, don't tell me I made you blush again," you gasped, over-the-top. "Under that spooky mask of yours? Awww. I'm flattered."

He finally moved again-faster this time, clearly trying to escape your orbit.

You jogged to keep up. "You're making it so obvious. The silent treatment? That stiff walk? Babe, I know attraction when I see it."

He didn't even flinch at the "babe" part, but you could practically feel the internal malfunction through the mask.

He stopped again at your dorm and opened the gate. You gave him a mock-salute.

"Thanks for the walk, soldier. You ever want to sneak away from your fascist murder job, let me know. We could... run away together. Start a bakery or something."

For a moment, he lingered.

Just stood there.

Then, right before the gate slid shut, you swore-and you would stake your pathetic tracksuit life on this-you saw his gloved hand give the tiniest wave.

You gasped. "Was that-was that an actual reaction?! Oh my God."

But the door had already slammed shut.