V thought she hated that purple worker, but the more she talked to that insufferable dwarf, the more she found herself gaining more interest and curiosity towards Uzi.
Her hair was the deepest purple you could ever see, so deep that V would stare at it, losing her focus on the world as she wondered if it would feel like the softest cloud. Every second she spends with Uzi her gaze diverts to her hair, a deep strong urge to play with it reeked her mind day after day.
Fuck, V was so in-love.
Maybe a little too much.
Nevertheless, who cares?
V has free will after all, she never really cared about rules neither has she ever given attention to them.
Hell, the only reason V was loyal to the company during the first few months of her stay in Copper-9 was to get J to stop bothering her about the endless rules of JCJenson's company policies in the first place.
But that shortstack?
She just made her go insane.
She was already insane enough, but her little 'crush' on Uzi drove her to a whole different level of insanity.
The insanity that's powered by love.
It sounds super cheesy, yet V couldn't deny that it wasn't the truth.
And those eyes, damn it.
V couldn't help but get lost in the daze of just staring at Uzi's neon purple eyelights. Something about them just couldn't let V look away, even just to ease her intense anxiety.
And above all...
Uzi's smile affected her the most.
Sure, V was never able to make Uzi's lips curl into even the slightest smile.
In fact, V was the cause of Uzi's very iconic frown.
Although V couldn't care any less.
She saw Uzi's smile,
only once, yet..
Yet it somehow never left her mind.
Day and night the smile of that shortstack reeked the circuits of V's CPU.
She just couldn't get Uzi out of her head.
She was too in-love with her.
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Fanfiction'' Dislike grows into hate, hate grows into despite. - - - Despite turns into interest, interest turns into curiosity. - - - Curiosity develops into intrigue, intrigue develops into.. infatuation. - - - Infatuation becomes love, and love becomes...
