Nanbaka!! X Reader

Uno X Guard (Fem) Reader!!: Fluff ♡

Y/n L/n of Building 13. Obedient woman, to say the least. She was still quite new, however, working for about a month. She was admired by many male inmates. One of which, who made her react a bit differently than with other inmates. She didn't know what to call it. She was you.

        You were mentally drained because of lack of rest, but you refused to show it. When you took the job, you could handle the training. You thought you could handle the actual work hours, but what you were being payed seemed to be worth the time spent on your feet.

Noticing your Supervisor approaching, you straightened your back and caused your back to pop. You groaned quietly at the feeling, then recovered to greet your boss. "Y/n," He said stubbornly.

"He seems grumpier than usual, this morning. Great," You thought.

Looking at him to continue, he said, "I'm going to need you to take role. Wake up the little shits, if they're still sleeping." He rubbed his temple and shoved a clipboard on your chest.

You grunted and stepped back caused by the force he applied. Wrapping you arms around the clipboard you replied, "Rough night, sir?"

He grumbled in response and stuck a hand in his pocket before he walked off. You quietly sighed and watched him go. Pouting, you looked at the list of inmates.

   
       After many cat-calls and cheesy pick-up lines, you made your way to the cell that entertained you the most; Cell 13.

There was only one inmate awake when you arrived: Jyugo; Number 15. He was lying on his back and had his leg crossed over the other. His eyes stared at the ceiling. "Hey," He said with boredom.

"Good morning," You nodded at him.

Your eyes darted to the one who was closest to 15, and that was Uno. You pursed your lips as you watched him breathe peacefully.

"He looks... so nice when he's resting."

You lightly smiled and allowed him to rest. Poking your head in slightly to see if the other two were present, you noticed Uno's cards scattered all over the floor. You looked up at 15: "Pick up Number 11's cards, please."

He looked at you with an annoyed expression on his face. "Me? That's not my mess," He argued.

"Number 15, just please do what I tell you. I have work to do."

He made a 'tch' sound. "If you want those cards cleaned up now, you're going to have to do it yourself because those cards aren't my problem, Y/n."

You exhaled sharply and lowered the clipboard. "Damn, where's this attitude coming from?" You rolled your eyes and prepared to finish role call.

Glancing back at Uno, you smiled lightly. The small glance turned into a long stare of admiration. You were broken out of your trance when something hit you on the side of your head. You rubbed your head and turned in the direction of which the object came from. Number 15 looked at you with a bored expression. You rolled your eyes at him. "Ow," You said nonchalantly.

"I'm doing you a favor. You staying in that weird trance of yours would cause you to waste time; Therefore, Hajime getting pissed at you... plus it's creepy."

You bit your nails in frustration. Your curiosity is eating you up from the inside out. The sound of your whimper ringed your ears. With a gasp, you realized what you were thinking of. You shook your head and put your chin on your desk, a bit ashamed of your thinking.

"No, no. I couldn't possibly get into 11's files... at least without Hajime not catching me," You told yourself.

Groaning, you threw your head back. "Knock, knock~," a voice at your door said.

There he was, resting his elbow on the door frame with his sly smirk: Number 11.

"E-Eleven?! What the hell are you doing?!"

He pouted, slouching forward and making his way into your office. "Nobody delivered me my magazines. I couldn't see pretty ladies on paper, so I decided to see a pretty lady in person," he smiled and leaned over your desk.

You weren't quite sure how to respond to him.

"This is usually the part when you blush and pretend I don't see it."

Your eyes widened and you turned your head away as you felt your face burning to a heavy red.

"Ah... there it is~"

"G-get out, Number 11," you replied while showing obvious embarrassment.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw he puffed out his cheeks and stood up straight. "That hurts my feelings a bit, because you know you don't want me to leave."

You turned your head and furrowed your eyebrows. "So what? You're just going to stand there and play with my feelings?"

He clicked his tongue once very lightly. He was surprised.

Your eyebrows twitched with suspense as you waited for him to do something.

After a while, you looked down and stood up, feeling ashamed. You walked around your desk with the intention of leaving your office. Before you could proceed with your actions, a pair of strong arms pulled you into a hug. The embrace didn't feel normal; it felt loving and passionate.

Eleven's body heat gave you a sense of comfort. You didn't know why, but your eyes tested up. You had never felt such kindness before. With your lip quivering, you stiffly embraced his body back. You buried your face into his upper body. His heartbeat could be heard, it was beating fast. He felt something, too.