Ten frowned when the little chef's hands stopped before touching him. This incident happened several times today, and Ten started to get annoyed. Maybe he did something to the cute cook? Or perhaps he smelled? Ten lowered his head, sniffing his shirt. He didn't smell anything, though.
"Are you okay, Doc?" Prem asked. He stood in a safe distance, yet Ten could see how he had to stop himself from getting closer. His worried face was so cute that he wanted to squish it between his palms.
"No. I am not." Ten frowned. Prem immediately stepped a bit closer, checking him from head to toe.
"Did you hurt yourself?" The chef asked.
"Yes, I am hurt." Ten nodded. Prem's eyes widened, searching for the injury again.
"I am hurt because you are avoiding me." Ten pouted before reaching for the tiny man. His arms wrapped around the cook's petite waist, holding him close.
"Doc!" Prem squeaked. His cute cheeks turned red, making him more adorable in Ten's eyes.
"Why are you avoiding me, Cook?" Ten whispered into Prem's fluffy hair.
"You said that you don't like touching," Prem mumbled.
"True." Ten nodded, and the shorter male tried to wriggle out of his embrace.
"But I like your touch." He added before he leaned for a quick kiss, surprising the other.
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OffGun December Collection of Drabbles 2023
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED Collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships. Based on the prompt list from allourheroes and TitanPandora.
