Author's Note:This is Part 9 of the series of one-shots for Valentine's Day. My friends requested me to write these for a few of their favourite characters, and so...here goes!
Valentine's Day One-Shot entry 9: William T. Spears (Black Butler)
BUSY
"Darn it all, William!" you screeched at the man opposite to you, scribbling something onto files at lightning speed. He occasionally twitched at your moaning and moping and groaning to all the work he had assigned you. "Why do I have to do all this while Ronald chats up the ladies, and Grell stalks that sexy-ass demon he's after?" you threw your pen across to the other side of the room.
William narrowed his eyes at you, before shifting said green orbs back to his paperwork. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, while you rubbed your eyes underneath your own silver-framed spectacles.
"You seriously plan to kill me, don't you, Will? You and your workaholic attitude…" you continued to complain as you walked over to the other end of the room to pick up your pen. "Gosh, don't the Reapers have a life other than this crapload of work?"
William eyed you yet again, his usual dead-pan expression replaced with that of utter annoyance. His furrowed eye-brows gave away the 'subtle' expression.
"(Y/n), will you keep quiet and work? We have a lot more to do without you grousing all over the place." William replied, before returning to his papers.
You felt like strangling the senior Reaper sitting there without a care in the world other than his work.
"Whatever. I'll just take a nice nap and not bother you." You stated. If he wanted to work so badly as to tell you off for it, then he might as well work alone. You walked over to your work bench opposite to him, shoved your glasses over your head, and leaned your chair back, knocking it and back on the hind legs.
You were about to go to sleep, when you noticed something black shadowing the light from your view. You groggily opened your eyes to see William leaning over you with a frigid expression. Your faces were so close that they were almost touching. You nearly passed out from the sudden move from the strict senior.
"Will, what the Hell?" you somehow replied.
"Do you think you can relax over here while I-" William began, just to be cut-off by you.
"Yes! I think I can relax while you work your ass off!" you yelled, completely going bonkers.
"If it weren't for myself, you would be working under Grell." You heard William mumble as he returned back to his seat, sighing.
What did he mean? It seemed like he was talking to himself-something that is highly unusual for William.
But...what did he mean by 'If it weren't for himself'…?
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