(Villainous) Paperhat is OTP

Chapter 4: A Movie

When Flug first awoke later that afternoon, he didn't notice that Blackhat was lying on top of him. When he opened his eyes, though, he reflexively jumped back, startling Blackhat awake. His eyes snapped open, and he pushed himself up, looking down at Flug from a push-up position. As soon as he realized who it was, he relaxed and let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "S-sir? Why are you. . . On- on top of me?" Flug questioned timidly. "Oh. . . No reason. I must have fallen asleep on top of you. I didn't get much sleep last night." Flug nodded and squirmed out from underneath Blackhat. As he stood up, he said quickly, "I sh-should probably g-get back to work. I'll just be going-" he was cut off as Blackhat, having gotten off of the couch, grabbed his shoulder, "-now. . ." Blackhat turned him around and glared at him disapprovingly. "Actually, you're not getting back to work." He paused before his expression softened and he smiled, "Because I'm giving you the next two days off." Flug stumbled through a couple of half-formed words before replying, "W-Why- Wha- Ca- Uh. . . Why are you g-giving me two days off?" He sounded extremely nervous and kept glancing off to the side as though to avoid eye contact. "You've been working much too hard. Do you honestly expect me not to notice the fact that you stay up past 12 almost every night? At this rate you're going to die of exhaustion." He began to look more stern, "So I'm ordering you to relax and catch up on your sleep. Though. . . I suppose you already did that, didn't you. Well, just don't do any work. Don't even think about doing work." Suddenly, he hugged the smaller scientist. "If you need me, I'll be in my room watching a movie. And I'll be sure to keep Dementia busy, so she won't be able to bother you." Flug was still a little bit in shock as he managed to stutter a reply, "Y-yes, sir. I-I'll just. . . Uh. . ." He realized he didn't often get time to himself, and subsequently didn't really know what to do. "Well. . . Would you mind if- if I um. . ." Flug didn't often ask for things either, and wasn't quite sure even how to phrase the question, "Came with you?" He chuckled nervously as he looked up at his boss. Blackhat smiled, "Of course not. As long as you're not working, I couldn't care less what you do. Come on." And with that phrase Blackhat lead the way to his room, a quite happy Flug trailing behind him, smiling. And they watched a movie together, a few movies in fact,  just the two of them, doing cute romantic things while sitting on Blackhat's bed, making fun of old animation and giggling at the absurd attempts at humor ("That joke makes sense at any other point in the movie, and yet they managed to put it in this ONE spot-"), and just being generally adorable. Throughout this, Dementia watched through a vent, internally screaming because 'OMG THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER!' And that is how you give a terribly unsatisfying end to a terrible fanfiction, dear readers, because I'm no longer really into Paperhat and just wanted to give you one more chapter before I leave this story to drown in the actual good fanfics. WTWB, out.