Uzi x N Oneshots

care for you

this is for 2000seevee ty for the request :))

<Uzi's POV>

Knock, knock, knock.

Rapid taps against Uzi's door sounded, who she assumed was her boyfriend, N. He's always had this habit of tapping her door frantically instead of actually knocking.

It was adorable though.

She smiled as she opened the door, seeing the familiar disassembly drone. N combed his hair back and smiled nervously at her, brushing Uzi's hair from her forehead so he could kiss it. "Hey, love."

Uzi buried her head into his chest which smelled of oil, telling her that he just finished hunting. Strangely, that made her more relaxed. "Hey, cuddlebug."

He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck. "So... I got you a little something."

Her eyes widened and she smiled, accepting the mechanical flowers that he gifted her. "N!" she smiled. "You know you don't have to do this for me..."

N smiled at her, hugging her and closing the door. "Well, I wanted to."

"You're too sweet."

"That's what you love about me, right?"

"I'd love you no matter what. Not just because you're sweet."

A small smile appeared on his face as he closed his eyes, slumping against Uzi.

"Hey, N, let's get you to something cushioned before you fall down, okay?"

"Duh," he muttered under his breath. "Silly me. Sorry, Uzi!"

Uzi only smiled gently at him as she swung an arm around him and led him to the couch. She let him down slowly, making sure he fell lightly.

N fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillows. Softly, she muttered. "I love you, N."

"I love you too," a sleepy N murmured, loud enough for Uzi to hear.

She giggled. "Go to sleep, N."

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<N's POV>

N woke up in Uzi's dorm. The familiar monotone walls stared back at him blankly as he flopped around, not wanting to get up.

Then he jolted. "Wait, how did I get here?"

Then he remembered. "Oh, right."

He wasn't even embarrassed, as Uzi was always there to help him, in times of need and times of embarrassment. That's one of the things he loved most about her: the fact that she'll put others' needs before herself.

Well, only if you could get her to trust you. Of course there has to be a slight roadblock.

Time to prepare her next gift.

He called V. "Hi!"

"Hey," V said. "Is it another gift?"

"Yeah," N said.

"You know you don't have to get her so many things, right?"

"But I want to."

"'I want to' my ass. Have you seen her room recently? It's overflowing with gifts. Just talk to her about it if you're still scared."

N looked around the room, sighing. True, N couldn't look anywhere without seeing flowers, and yes, there were things littered around the room that N gave her and there was not one, but two piles of scrapbooks as tall as the ceiling.