Love is when he's holding me, calloused fingers running through my hair. It's when we lie awake together, and he's whispering sweet nothings in my ear. It's when we sit in his study and hold hands while we discuss our research. It's when we sneak off during the day to go have lunch together, or when we lock his office door so we can kiss in private.
It's when he looks into my eyes, and I look into his. And we don't have to say anything, because we both know. We can save the out of character confessions, and just be.
Hate is when I'm standing in front of his desk, and he's reading through my report while telling me how much I screwed up. It's when I glare at him through narrowed eyes, telling him without speaking that he's hurting me, and he pays it no heed. It's when he tells me that I'm out of leads again, and makes me question my goal.
It's when we lock eyes, and the fire behind both sets challenges the other, and I storm out of his office without a word.
There are times when I hate the man more than anything. Because he reminds me that I'm just a child. But then there are those times when I can't remember what I ever hated him for, because I'm too caught up in the way he looks at me.
Roy Mustang, I hate you.
But I love you more.
A/N: This can either stay a one-shot, or I could develop it into more. It depends on your reviews.
-Kay (: