Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: A bit OOC :P
Twelve: Proof
Hughes' grin was so wide it was starting to scare Mustang. He could almost feel the red flush creeping onto his cheeks.
"You love her, don't you?" the bespectacled man asked, eyes twinkling.
Mustang frowned, trying to straighten out his mind. "Of course not. Don't be silly!"
Hughes shrugged, still smiling. "Then prove it."
"P-prove it?" Mustang asked, looking at the other man as though he were crazy. "How am I supposed to do that?"
"Well, for one, you could stop looking up every time she enters the room."
"I'm just checking to see who came in – I can't help it."
One of Hughes' eyebrows quirked. "She barely makes a sound coming in. I don't even know how you know someone's opened the door. Besides, you never look up for anyone else."