MASK STAYS ON :: anonymous x reader

THREE - TELL ME MORE, TELL ME MORE

More days passed. More texts were sent. ... But Anonymous was still a mystery to me.
'Who are you, really?'
'You know I won't tell you that.'
'No, I mean I want to know more about you. I don't care about your name anymore.'
A picture came up. It was generally dim, but I could still see. A man in a mask, leaned back comfortably in a computer chair. Behind him was two monitors, both displaying line after line of what I could only assume to be code. Whatever on the desk wasn't covered in wires and computer was covered in papers and print outs.
But my attention focused on the man. Broad shoulders, head tilted back to slightly reveal his adam's apple. He wore black baggy sweatpants and a grey tank top, and I could see wafts of hair fallen around and under his mask. I couldn't tell if it was anywhere from dark blonde to deep brown. Maybe even black.
All I knew was... I was simping.
'You should send one back. It's only fair, right?' And after a moment, I did. For some stupid reason, I put in a bit of effort- fixing up my hair and trying to give off an attractive appeal. I was trying to be attractive... For Anonymous. But the embarrassment only set in once I'd already sent the picture, and I cringed as I curled up in bed, hiding in a pillow for a moment as I ridiculed myself.
"That face was so stupid, too!" I whined, and actually ignored the chime that met my ears- letting me know Anonymous had responded back.
'Don't try so hard. You're cute when you don't know you're being stared at. So genuine and soft.' To be honest, that statement was sort of creepy. But at the same time... It was sort of sweet. I smiled to myself, playfully rolling his eyes.
'You saying I'm ugly when I try?'
'Of course not. I don't mind letting you come on to me.' I stared at his text back, biting my bottom lip. He knew. Oh fucking god he knew. Back out back out back out!
'Sorry, gtg clean stuff.' No I didn't. But putting my phone down, I practically screamed into a pillow.
I just flirted with anonymous... And they caught me in the act.

Sooner or later, I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, it was later into the night. Sometimes... Work was awful tiring, so it wasn't too uncommon for me to come in and just sleep.
But now that it was around eleven thirty PM, I wasn't sure I'd get to sleep.
'Anon? Are you still awake?' I sent, hoping we could just move past the whole 'me flirting with Anonymous' thing without a hitch.
'Yup. Need something? :)' Truth be told, I was happy to see that little smiley face again.
'I just woke up.' I sent back, and he seemed to type for a while.
'Sleep well?' Smiling softly, I playfully rolled my eyes. Anon could be quite sweet, despite his playful nature.
'Not really. I want to get back to bed though.' Part of me was beginning to wonder if it would be outlandish to ask him to call me. However then, I made a little move. Simply pressing call, I figured if he didn't want to talk... He wouldn't.

"You're getting cocky, aren't you, Y/N?" There was his voice. It was deep, and caught my attention. However it was heavily altered by autotune. Probably to keep his identity under lock and key. ... But still, it made me shiver.
"Sorry.. I just thought talking to someone might help me sleep." I smiled softly when I heard a light hum from the other end. "Do you mind calling for a while, Anon? Just until I get tired again?"
"I guess I don't mind letting you spend some time with me," he chuckled- playfulness lacing his teasing tone. I slightly rolled my eyes, putting the phone on speaker and laying back down with it beside me.
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I don't mind calling, as long as you promise to keep us private."
"Of course! I haven't told anyone we're talking! Not even my closest friend! I know you're really private and-"
"You don't have to tell me everything. I trust you. For now."
... I smiled.

"Thanks, Anon."