Edward sat across from his superior officer, Roy Mustang, and was getting angrier by the second. He was lecturing him about something, he wasn't sure what; he had quit listening ten minutes ago. No, what was ticking him off was the expression on Mustang's face. That damnable smirk. He looked so smug, so arrogant. And just what the heck did he have to be so damn cocky about? Just because he had a higher rank? Because he knew everything Edward did before he even wrote the useless report? Because he had a height advantage of…well, that wasn't the key thing to focus on. Because he knew just how hot he looked with his hair falling just so? Because he had Edward's heart on a platter and ignorantly crushed it every time he slipped on that smirk? But, Edward thought with a sigh, it was most likely simply because Roy thought that he was just that good. And as Edward got up and bowed, he grudgingly thought that Roy might have been right. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. He saw that smirk too often as it was.
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