Assorted Character Oneshots

Computer Genius - Walter Keys McKey

Summary: It will come back. YN sings the song about Keys after a fight. Keys overhears as he comes over to work it out and confronts them about it, they get defensive.

Triggers: arguing, cursing, makeout

Word Count: 1,791

___ let out a noise of frustration, why do they always do this? The fight played over and over in their head. The catalyst was lost on them, the entire point of the fight completely forgotten. They knew that wasn't the reason for the fight, not for them. Keys probably thought them a horrible person now, not that they could blame him. Where they had once held a beautiful friendship was slowly deteriorating into constant fighting and disappointment. And all that based on the simple fact that they had let their imagination free and it came back to them holding the idea of the two friends turned lovers. At first, ___ had stomped down their feelings as hard as they could, hoping it was just some silly crush that would blow over in a week. When that evidently didn't work, they tried distancing themself from him. But when he took notice, he only pushed further into their life.

He was always so kind to them, undeservedly so. It made it impossible for them to forget him, no matter how hard they tried. Eventually, it all became too much, and that's when the fighting began. They didn't want to fight with him, but this seemed the only way to get him to hate them, maybe ruining this friendship would help them overcome their feelings. To any sane person, that logic seemed not only completely destructive but silly. Why not just admit your feelings? And risk him thinking them a creep? Not happening, they thought. They'd rather lose him to anger than anything else.

The computer sat in their lap sprung back to life as they swiped over the mousepad. The program they were using had finally finished buffering, eyes scanning over the lines mocking sound waves. ___ sat up, placing the laptop on the couch beside them, crossing their legs and taking a deep breath.

Once they were ready, they hit play and listened to the opening chords. It was a song they knew well, It Will Come Back by Hozier. ___ had always found music was able to explain their feelings better than words ever could. They hummed along to the sounds, taping their fingers to the beat of the drum.

The lyrics pulled from ___'s throat, closing their eyes as they allowed the music to overcome them. It felt nice to just let go and let someone else explain their feelings for them. It wasn't healthy to bottle it up like this, but what else could they do? 

Keys sighed as the elevator dinged, stepping in once the tenants stepped out. He pressed the button for ___'s floor and watched the doors close. He fidgeted with the strap of his satchel, tapping his foot anxiously against the linoleum flooring. Pulled from his anxieties, he looked up as the door opened upon an empty hallway. He stepped out and passively read the numbers beside each door, coming upon apartment 6C. ___'s apartment. He had been mulling over the fight since yesterday when ___ stormed out of his apartment. He couldn't quite pinpoint what set them off, but he did notice their change in behavior lately. He had been friends with them long enough to know something was going on and they weren't going to tell him of their own volition. So, here he was, planning to ambush his friend into confessing whatever had been bothering them so much.

Keys lifted the little latch beneath the plant that sat at their door, finding their spare key. Maybe this was a bit extreme, but he wasn't going to stop now. His friend needed help, even if they didn't know it. He unlocked the door and replaced the key, stepping inside and shutting the door quietly behind him. As he turned back to enter the living room, the music stopped him. 

Thankfully, there was a small part of the entrance that was closed off. Keys quickly moved behind it before ___ could spot him, listening intently as they sang.