JUST KISS ALREADY!!

Chapter 1

Agent glared behind his shades as he watched Victim converse with another stick, wearing his usual smirk that implied he had them wrapped around his finger. Agent narrowed his eyes before turning away, catching Primal's gaze, who had been staring at him for quite some time.

"What is it now?" Agent asked, his voice tinged with annoyance, as Primal smirked, her lips upturned and eyes creasing. "Nothing... Are you, perhaps, jealous?" she teased, drawing the attention of Ballista and Hazard, who were focused on Victim.

"Did I hear jealous?" Ballista looked up excitedly as Agent flushed, his cheeks heating up as Primal gazed down at him with a smirk.

"Where did you get that assumption?" Agent muttered, looking back at Victim, whose shoulders were shaking with laughter. 'If only I could make him laugh like that,' Agent thought, his brow furrowed as he watched the grey hollowhead place a hand on the orange hollowhead's shoulder.

"I don't understand why you should be jealous; that kid is like a brother to the boss," Ballista mused, tilting his head as Hazard nodded in agreement. "I am not jealous," Agent retorted, giving them a sharp glare. "Agent is just jealous because he doesn't know how to make the boss laugh like Second does," Primal laughed behind her fist as Agent turned to her, considering whether he should just fly her over the ocean and toss her in.

Ballista let out an "oooooh" as Agent clenched his fist. "Watch your words, Primal. I do not like being slandered," Agent hissed, while Primal simply winked and said, "Whatever you say."

Agent grumbled under his breath, clearly frustrated by the banter.

"Agent, you do not have to stay while I do my work, you know," Victim remarked, his eyes still focused on the papers he was reading. Beside him, standing, Agent froze, blinking for a moment before turning to Victim. "It's fine," he said, thankful his voice didn't shake. He always did get a bit nervous when he talked back to Victim.

"Hm," Victim hummed. For a moment, Agent was nervous. It was hard to distinguish what kind of hum it was. Was it a disappointed hum? Was Victim disappointed in him? Surely not, he's literally just standing there! Is it possible for someone to be disappointed in you for standing in a wrong way? (Agent unconsciously fixes his posture).

"Agent, I can hear your thoughts. Take a break, go out, and get some fresh air," Victim said, his voice bored, as Agent shook himself out of his stupor. "It's fine," Agent cleared his throat, hiding his face behind his fist as he looked away. Victim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning to Agent with a glare.

"Well, it's not fine by me. I can't handle you looming over my shoulder, so get out," Victim sighed, and Agent's eyes widened.

Agent stifled the disappointment and the slight ache in his chest before nodding. "Of course. Call me when you need me, sir," Agent said as he walked out of the room, closing the door slowly. He watched Victim look back down at his papers, appearing much more comfortable than before.

Agent frowned before shutting the door with a small click.

He let out a small sigh before turning to the hallway, where he saw multiple stick figures walking about, conversing with each other, some rushing to get to their stations.

"Hey Agent! Looks like you've got some free time," Ballista cheered, holding two cups of coffee, with Hazard waving an arm beside him. "Ballista," Agent acknowledged with a nod, his expression remaining unchanged as Ballista pouted.