Black was sprawled on the floor, looking at his brown-haired companion in pure boredom. What kind of person stays inside in a sunny day? White, of course. White, the said companion, was searching for something in the pile of paper in front of her.
"No no no, that can't be..." White said in desperation, running her hands around the wooden desk, "It must be there somewhere..."
"Prez," Black, seeing the frantic brunette, began to speak tentatively, "You need to take a break from work, seriously."
White looked at him with a serious face that Black didn't even knew existed. "Are you serious?"
Black flinched. She's not the President for nothing. Scary, dude, scary. White must have noticed that because her face softened significantly after this.
"Sorry, Black. It's just... you know, that's how I am," The brunette girl spoke up, hiding her eyes from his sight, shoulders shaking a little.
Shit.
The brown-eyed boy began to panic, and not knowing what to do, quickly stood up and pushed the girl into a soft hug.
"You're always so hardworking, Prez," Ocean blue eyes widened both at the contact and at his soft words, "That's not a bad thing. And I like you that way," Feeling confident, Black broke the hug and kissed her forehead lightly. White flushed instantly. Being the workaholic she is, she didn't have much experience with boys. Little did she know that neither Black had experience with girls.
"Prez?" Black said with a wave of hand in front of her. When White regained her senses, he said with a tender voice, "I'm gonna make some hot chocolate, okay? I'll be back soon."
"Wait, Black!"
"Hmm?" The chocolate-eyed boy looked at her with interest.
"Thank you," White stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek lightly, "I appreciate everything you do for me, really."
Black gave with a little grin. "You're welcome, White," then patted her head. White smiled at the mention of her name.
"I'll be back soon! After all, hot chocolate does not make itself. Even though I wished so... seriously, what about creating a thing that makes hot chocolate and delivers it to you?" He sighed rather dramatically.
"That's called a robot," White pointed out and gave him a soft punch at his shoulder.
"Actually, that makes sense. Then buy a robot," He began to laugh a bit. Once she heard the sound of his laughter, she couldn't help but laugh too.
"Moving on! I'll be back with some hot chocolate!" Black made his way to the kitchen.
Smile still plastered on her face, White's eyes reverted back to the pile of documents, "Well then... it's time to work! Maybe, just maybe, and if it's sunny tomorrow, I'll make sure to go somewhere nice with him..." And with her mind filled with thought of the mocha-eyed boy, she once more made her way to the pile of paper.
"Now, now, where's this document...?"
This is my first fanfic ever! Please point out any mistakes, as I just started studying English. ;w; I'm happy with this oneshot, even if it's short. I've always had much trouble with writing and I'm glad I'm trying to overcome this~