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Prompt: Each of the pair from the other's point of view
The Captain had fallen asleep on the job again. Killing him for it seemed like a reasonable option, but I had to remember that he'd stayed up late checking over all the scans since I'd nagged him to. Of course he should have already had that done, so I wasn't the bad guy here. It was his own fault.
The boys on the bridge all pleadingly whispered to let him sleep. Either he got to sleep, or he was going to be grumpy with them all day. I had to work to feel sympathy there, since the Captain never bothered to be short with me when he was low on sleep. He was a gentleman to a fault.
And I had to admit, it was entertaining in a strange way – watching him nap on his console. He snored horribly, like an engine with a broken, rattling part. His cheek was squished onto the panel in front of him, drool forming in a small puddle. It was entertaining in-part because he was usually so attractive.
I would have never said as much to anyone, but he was attractive in his own way. It was difficult to place exactly what it was that made him attractive. His nose was too big, too long and now crooked from a bad punch he'd taken recently. His hair was so full of cowlicks, even his hat couldn't hide them all. He was somewhat awkwardly tall, somewhat clumsy, as though he'd never managed to match a growth spurt. And good grief, his eyebrows really needed some work.
When I'd first joined the Karyū, Unabara had mentioned with a smile that every young crew member gets a crush on their captain at some point. I thought he was joking.
But there was just something about Zero. It was something in the way his smile warmed his eyes, or how his laugh rumbled softly from his chest. Something about the way he could be shy like a child one moment then confidently barking orders the next. And how he was always quick to help someone with their problems, even while he struggled with his own.
He was attractive, even if I couldn't place it physically. He was also a bit of a mess, and sleeping on his console was going to make his cowlicks even worse on the side of his head, but I decided to let him sleep. It was too entertaining not too.
Marina was mad at me again. If I had a day off for every time…
But actually this incident wasn't my fault. She even knew it wasn't my fault, and yet I was getting the brunt of it. There was no one else to put the blame on, since she wasn't sure who the culprit was, and I couldn't blame her for being angry.
This was the most ridiculous mess I'd ever seen.
Apparently some of the boys jokingly wanted to get a gift for us. At least, I hoped it was jokingly. No one in their right mind should have thought Marina would appreciate the lacy… revealing… thing. Every time I thought about it my face heated up a few degrees. To my knowledge, that had been the joke. They were more interested in my reaction than hers, and everyone brought it up when they could just to see me blush.
Marina, meanwhile, was on the hunt for the culprits. They would not get away with it. There was no chance. She hadn't blushed about it since she thought I was responsible. At that time, she was a bit of a mess. "Captain, y-you can't just drop things like this on me," she'd stuttered, her cheeks as pink as her uniform.
I had no idea what she was talking about at the time, but she did look very cute. I half-wondered if she was almost okay with the whole thing until she realized it wasn't my fault. Surely not.
I let her have free reign of the ship, unsympathetic to the nervous crewmen asking me to make her stop. I couldn't have if I wanted to. She was the queen of the ship, and I was more like the knight. She held more power than I did when it really came down to it. It wasn't something I liked to admit, but I got weak when it came to her. She could ask me to do anything, and I always gave in. It was a good thing she was on my side.
She returned to my room that night, pouting slightly. "I'll get them tomorrow," she grumbled.
"I believe you," I smiled. "So what did you do with that, uh… that?"
Again, a blush dusted her cheeks. Her eyes locked on the floor. "I'm not going to wear it if they bought it."
"Well, I'd wear it, but it wouldn't fit me," I shrugged.
She snorted. She actually snorted. Then her hands flew to cover her face, her eyes wide. "Oh my God," she squeaked.
"I mean, I could try it on if you want-"
She buried her face in her hands, shushing me from behind them. But she couldn't keep from giggling. It was important to keep the queen happy, after all.
