This is just a silly little thing I thought of for no apparent reason. I know it's short, it was just supposed to be a silly quick thing. I seriously need to write more…
Saturn stood at the door, breathing heavily as he tried to pluck all his courage up. This was it. Today was the day he was going to confess his love to Master Cyrus. No ifs or buts. He already chickened out twice. Well... Third time's the charm. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A familiar monotone voice rang. Saturn fidgeted and took a deep breath.
"I...It's Commander Saturn sir." There was a brief pause then his boss responded.
"Come in." Saturn calmed himself then opened the door and walked in. Cyrus was currently typing on his computer, probably doing important work. But he had to do it now. Or he'd keep chickening out until either Mars or Jupiter kicked his head in.
"Master Cyrus, can I tell you... Uh... Something important?" Cyrus didn't look at him, instead focusing on typing.
"Is it more important than my work?" Saturn squirmed and looked away, blushing faintly.
"Well... Um... In my opinion." Cyrus sighed and faced the younger man, a somewhat bored but curious expression on his face.
"What is it, Commander?" Saturn gulped and slowly walked closer, sapphire eyes meeting steel eyes.
"U-Uh I… I mean… I… I um…" Cyrus looked a little irritated but waited patiently. Ah screw it. Saturn crashed his lips against Cyrus's, feeling his face light on fire. And to his surprise Cyrus kissed back.
They eventually broke apart and Saturn tried to calm his blush, glancing at his leader.
And he was drastically surprised.
Cyrus, the emotion-hating leader of Team Galactic, was smiling. Cyrus never smiled; it was a forbidden action for the 27 year old.
This could mean only one thing.
Saturn legged out the door and down the corridors of Galactic Headquarters, grunts staring after in surprise.
"Somebody, help! I think I broke Master Cyrus!"