Haha, I just realized that I had originally written this story with summertime in mind, but it seems that the holiday cheer turned the environment from summer on Sunday to winter by Monday! (Ah, a plot hole, how delightful.)

Enjoy!

-Tank Top Thursday-

"Absolutely not," Mustang said, slapping Havoc with his words.

Topless?

That was just taking it too far. There was no way that they would be getting away with that.

on thursday

In fact, they weren't getting away with it even now. And tank tops were extremely innocent in comparison.

Hawkeye did the same reveal as she did on Wednesday, keeping a military overcoat on until she was inside. Today, she wore a plain white tank top with her military bottoms. Her tank top was quite form fitting, showing off her waist to hip ratio and while Mustang grazed over her curves, he suddenly remembered something from the day before—that his eyes were not the only ones relishing the sight.

"Lieutenant," he suddenly said, ensuring his voice was loud enough to be heard through the entire office. He kicked his feet off his own table, hoping that would increase the amount of authority he had in the room.

She turned around slowly, an almost puzzled look on her face.

"It's too chilly for that kind of clothing," he continued. He looked back to his paperwork to avoid seeing the men around the office gawking at him.

Just in the silence, he could hear the other men asking him: What the hell are you thinking? Are you trying to lose this opportunity?

"Why don't you wear your coat over the…whatever you had to wear—tank-tops—today?"

He felt her watch him for a moment. He made sure his eyes were trained on his work, so that he'd seem nonchalant while he was saying this.

He was not going to give away the fact that he was behind all this, no!

"Of course, sir," she replied. "Thank you for being concerned about my well-being."

She slipped her overcoat back on, and Mustang felt himself breathe a sigh of relief.

He wasn't jealous, he told himself again. He was just acting the way he normally would if this whole ploy wasn't done by himself.

Over in the corner, he saw Hawkeye settling down for another day's work. She carried a light smile to her face, the corners of her eyes slightly turned up, and even while her mouth was rather taut, he felt a sort of smug atmosphere from her.

After many several years, he was able to read his longtime companion with just a glance, so usually his intuitions of her mood were correct. But smug?

Mustang pondered a bit while reading the same line of text over and over again. He guessed he didn't always pick out her correct mood. He could be wrong.

Right?

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