VILLAINOUS LEMONS/FLUFFS! (Various Ships)

CONFESSION (FlugxDemencia) FLUFF

It was like any other day. Flug was working on some blue prints in his lab when Demencia just happened to be strolling by. She stuck her head in, glancing around the lab. She took a few steps in, her sneakers smacking obnoxiously loud on the white floor. Flug perked up at the familiar noise then rolled his eyes. As always. Like clockwork. She always made an effort to stop by the lab, let it be to annoy him or be nosey. Both were equally of Flug's disliking.

He continued to write on the paper with a marker. Demencia came closer behind him and peeked over his shoulder. Her eyes traced over his writing, scanning for anything that seemed interesting.

"Do you mind?" Flug huffed, turning to face her. She only flashed her infamous grin when he turned, successful in getting his attention.

"Nope!" Demencia stuck out her tongue.

It was midnight. She should've been asleep by now, this was peculiar.

"What are you even doing up? You're usually knocked out in your room or on the couch."

Demencia glanced away, shrugging. She then grabbed a spare chair from the other side of his desk and pulled it around to his side. She plopped down into it, and grabbed onto the paper he was writing on. Flug instantaneously snatched it back, giving her a glare. She pouted at this, then laid her head on the table. He rose a brow at this, but continued working nonetheless.

"Did you come here just to mope?" Flug asked. Demencia didn't respond.

The doctor stole a glance at her unmoving figure, only to see her looking right back at him. She quickly looked away, the tops of her cheeks becoming slightly pink.

He began to work again. A few more minutes into it, he glanced up to look at her. There she was staring again.

"Okay what do you want?" He dropped his pencil on the table's surface and turned his full attention to her. Flug was tired and needed to finish the blue prints for an invention, but Demencia was only prolonging the process.

"Me? I don't want anything!" She feigned ignorance, raising her head off the table.

"You obviously want something! You never screw around in here when it's this late! And you keep... looking at me."

Demencia crossed her arms, face growing red. Flug mimicked her.

"Again, what do you want?"

The hybrid mumbled something under her breath before standing up and pushing the chair back in it's original spot. "I forgot to close the fridge."

Flug stopped her by grabbing onto her arm. She frowned at his touch and attempted to shake him off.

"You are... really bad at lying," he stated. Demencia already knew that. She pulled her arm away and looked down at him. Her gaze softened before she sat back down in her seat. Flug could tell something was up. Usually she'd just sprint off in a flurry after he tried to get her to tell her what's going on, but this time she stuck around. To be honest, it worried him.

"I don't feel good," she whispered.

"Are you sick? There's medicine in my cabinet if you need some."

She was silent.

"Is that really all?" Flug questioned. He sighed. Her face was still a faint shade of pink.