**THANKS SweetBirb **

(You guys may not know but I'm not a very big fan of the ship paperhat, I mean, I respect it but I don't really think it makes sense. If you support it though, no shame to you. Sometimes it can be cute at times.)

//Third POV//

Dr. Slys Flug was at his desk working as always at 3AM.

He could barely keep his head up, yawning quietly and then sighing.

"Almost done aaand.."

He put the last finishing touches on the gravity gun 2.0 and sighed again.

He let his eyes slowly close and his head soon flopped onto the desk he was working at.

**THE NEXT MORNING**

Slys lifted his head from his desk that once  was bare and hard now had a pillow slipped under his bagged head.

"W-what?" He murmured.

Flug soon also realized he had a soft blanket laid on him and a cup of joe in front of him, steaming hot.

A little note sat next to the mug of coffee (which was Flug's proffered blend as curtesy)

It said;

Rest for while and get back to work. You're an idiot for working so late, asshole.

And that was it.

No signature, no familiar handwriting.

The handwriting did look awfully familiar though.

"*Sigh* Who would've Done this?" He pondered.

5.0.5 couldn't, he doesn't know English. Besides, he wouldn't be so rude anyways.

And Demencia's too insane to do a thing.

Then that leaves...

'Nah,' Flug rolled his eyes in disbelief.

It was impossible and rather silly to think that his, only his, inconsiderate, angry and downright cruel and dangerous boss would do such a thing, wasn't it?

Flug released himself from the chair he had been slouching on while thinking and stood up, cracked his back and decided to go upstairs to get something to eat.

The manor was surprisingly quiet, or at least to him.

Usually Demencia would be running around tearing up the place and 5.0.5 would be making a mess of kitchen while baking and He, Slys Flug, had to piece everything back together to avoid punishment.

Honestly, it was a relief to see how peaceful the place was for once.

He had a feeling it wouldn't last long.

He walked into the somewhat large kitchen to see 5.0.5 cooking pancakes while humming and Demencia with her head on the counter (which Flug guessed was due to hunger and he was right).

"5.0.5 hurry uuuup...I can't take more of thisss," She whined.

The blue bear scoffed sarcastically while rolling his eyes and took a plate from the shelf and placed two pancakes on top of each other, smothering them with maple syrup, sprinkling on some blueberries (which was Demencia's preference over strawberries) and topped it off with a piece of butter.

The Doctor has to admit, that looked good.

Once 5.0.5 noticed that Flug was there, he made Him a plate and set it next to Demencia's seat.

"Thanks," Slys smiled under his bag.

Dr. Flug picked up his plate and began to walk out.

"You're eating in your room again?" Demencia raised an eyebrow.

5.0.5 gave her a glare and she just rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you self conscious, nerd!" Demencia laughed.

"No, he's eating in here," A familiar voice ordered.

Slys tensed up at the voice.

It was his boss, Sir Black Hat.

"...yes jefecito," Flug put his head down.

They all finally sat down at the table and ate.

And then, just like that, out of the ordinary, he asked "How did you sleep, Doctor?"

"Uhhh, B-boss? Are you feeling okay?" Slys dropped his fork.

"I'm perfectly fine. I'm just asking, you don't need to make it so dramatic," The demon rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you ask me?" Demencia bounced in her seat.

"Piss off,"

"Aw," She whined.

Flug yawned and stood up.

He tried to scratch his eye without taking off his bag but it failed.

"Take off your bag," His boss ordered.

"J-Jefecito-" The Doctor stammered.

"Now," Black Hat glared balefully.

With a reluctant sigh, Slys slowly reached above his head and pulled off the paper bag, revealing a cluster of uncombed blonde hair, elegant pearl eyes, and olive skin dotted and lined with maroon scars from his fateful plane accident that costed him his dreams of being a pilot.

(like this⬇️)

Dr. Flug shut his eyes preparing for the worst of insults.

He felt weak enough with tears beading in his eyes, and unneeded comments would just make him feel worse.

And to his surprise was "Flug, can I talk to you in my office?"

"Uh..sure jefe," The doctor replied as he was finally able to scratch his eye and even wipe the tears away.

**Moments Later**

Slys felt a sort of dread yet anxiousness when he followed his boss to his office.

Once they had finally arrived (though to Flug the walk seemed like hours), Black Hat leg Flug walk in and then shut the doors and locked them.

Slys still had his bag off so he was able to mend his hair a little bit until his boss began talking.

"Dr. Flug. I am worried about you, sincerely," His boss began.

Flug was thinking of saying something like "excuse me?" To show his confusion but he thought it was a bad idea and kept listening.

"You barely sleep and stay up all night. You also seem to prefer eating in the lab which is also rather unhealthy...and a bit gross," Black Hat paused.

Flug stifled a silent chuckle at that last part while his boss rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat.

"The point is that you need to take care of yourself more. I...I...I care about you okay?! It's
making me worried on how you're treating yourself."

Slys widened his eyes.

"He...he cares?!" Flug blushed at the thought.

Then just like that, it happened.

No one else was in the room to see it so nobody would believe it, but it's true.

Black Hat pulled Slys into a hug.

"This stays between you and me," His Jefecito growled.

Black Hat leaned in Flug's ear and whispered;

"By the way, I think you look rather beautiful without that bag on your face."

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wow it's been a while since i did an emoji barrier.

wowie this thing took me weeks to make and im so happy i finished it.

jfc 1068 words.