-αмиєѕια!-

-Dinner-

3rd POV:
Agent 4 excitingly ran through the hall to the kitchen, stopping and thinking of what to make for his dearest. Agent 4 always had a crush on 8, he wanted to ask out the boy. But sadly the opportunity was taken when agent 3 kissed him making agent 8 run out of shock which led to a fight with someone when he ran that night. Agent 3 sighed, concentrating on the food he would prepare. After a while, he finished making the food. He was thankful that Crusty Sean had spent time to teach him, thus making him make a Double-fried super shwaffle for all three of them. It's been three months since agent 8 would be joining them to eat dinner together again. If he had to be honest, He disliked agent 3 for a while after that, heck, he didn't talk to agent 3 for two weeks or so when agent 8 was in the hospital, but little by little he learned to put his hatred aside knowing agent 8 wouldn't want this.

He put the plate's with the food on the table, and put one of everyone's favorite drinks on the table as well. He smiled, satisfied. Then went to go knock on agent 8's door. "8, may I come in?" No response. This set agent 4 on edge, he hesitated before turning the knob of the door and opening. There laid an unconscious, octoling boy, that he loved. He smiled at the sight, but remembered he had to wake him up. Too bad. he shook him gently, which in return heard groaning from him. "8, wake uuuup! I made dinner for us three!!" 8 sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly before smiling at the boy. "Okay, I'll be there.." agent 4 grinned. "Great, I'll go get 3!" And then he skipped off to go get agent 3.

Agent 8 sat there for a bit before standing up, stumbling a bit and making it out the door into the hall. After a while, he sat down at the table. Staring at his food, he wanted to wait until everyone was here. It'd make it feel more like a happy family. Then walked in the two other agents, agent 3 sat across from agent 8, while agent 4 sat in the right side which was making it seem like he was in the middle. "8, you could have eaten already, y'know?" Agent 3, said. "Y-Yea but, I just felt like it'd be better. Almost like a family, while you guys tell me more about you." Agent 3 nodded, understanding before beginning to eat. Agent 4, in the other hand was sitting there staring at his food blankly. He honestly didn't feel that hungry but oh well.

Agent 8 poked his food before taking a bite and moaning softly in pure pleasure of the taste, taking another bite then another. "Like it?" Agent 4 smiled, pleased. Agent 8 gulped down his food before nodding. "Like it? I love it!" Agent 4 chuckled, while agent 3 rolled his eyes with a "tch" sound erupting from his lips. This made agent 4 face him, slightly annoyed by his action. "Jeez, don't be such a downer with that attitude. Show 8 that you're happy he's back." It seemed as though agent 3 muttered something, which only made 4 even further more annoyed. "What was that?" "Nothing." 4 glared at him, with 3 returning it back. "Guys, calm down.. let's just eat dinner in peace, alright?" The two stopped glaring at each other, nodding. 8 smiled softly, happily that the two complied. This made both of the boy's hearts flip from the pure, octoling boy's smile.

After dinner, agent 8 wanted to wash the dishes. He got everyone's plates and cups, and went up to the sink only to realize he was at least three inches smaller than the slightly higher sink. He groaned, disappointed. While both agent 3 and 4 laughed at the poor boy's situation. "Here, I'll wash the dishes." Agent 3, said. Getting close the smaller boy, "No! I wanna do it..!" "How? You're too small to reach." "Carry me up so I can wash." A small blush appeared on 3's face, but maintained a neutral face expression he usually had on. He lifted the boy's waist up, making him reach the sink. 'He isn't heavy.' He thought, after agent 8 had finished washing, 3 lifted him down before they walked into the halls again.

They both assumed agent 4 went back to his room. "So yea, I guess I'll see you tomorrow 8." "Ah, you too!" The two stood there, smiling at each other. Agent 3 leaned in, hugging agent 8. Agent 8 hugged back, blushing, before letting go. They both went back to their separate rooms, agent 8 couldn't stop blushing so much. Why couldn't he? It was just a hug after all. A friendly hug. He sighed, deciding that he needed to rest. Who knew what would expect for him the next day?