I SUPPOSE IT’S MY FAULT
Black Hat x Dr. Flug
A/N: Paperhat! I’ve had a few requests for this, so here’s my first one! This is the 800 follower long awaited Paperhat fiC! Don’t worry, I have more in the works x)&.
This idea has totally been done before, but I like it and I thought it would be a nice way to start off writing for these two.
At the mention of his name Flug could feel his blood pressure rising. “Just don’t do anything especially stupid, and this will all go fine.” He told himself mentally, turning to face Black Hat.
The man looked at him impatiently, wanting quickly to get this interaction over with and get away from Flug as soon as possible. Something about the scientist made Black Hat feel…off. Yes, that was the best way to describe the sudden rush of instability that came his way whenever Flug approached him.
“Y-Yes, Jefecito?” Flug asked hesitantly, somehow maintaining eye contact with the taller man. Black Hat scowled down at him.
“Is that new device I asked for ready yet?” He asked, squinting his eyes over at Flug’s work bench where parts were scattered about haphazardly. Clearly the answer was “no”.
“Y-you only asked for it y-yesterday, S-sir.” Flug replied, already preparing for the bodily harm that always followed not meeting Black Hat’s expectations. Flug stayed up for most of the night, only breaking to grab some coffee, to produce the basics of the ray assigned to him the afternoon previous.
“How disappointing…” Black Hat growled, something inside of him holding his hand back from striking the poor scientist, “I’ll be back after I’ve had my breakfast, and you will not disappoint me again. Got it, Flug?”
Black Hat raised his hand threateningly as he spoke. The scared scientist simply nodded through the whimpering before his boss stalked out of the room. Flug sighed. It was impossible to do as Black Hat asked in such a short time, but Flug began work anyway.
However, several days without sleep began to take their toll. The world grew dark as Flug struggled to keep his eyes open, even to sit up on his chair. He attempted standing, but soon then aged man collapsed onto the floor, unconscious, his body forcing him to rest. Parts of the device had fallen with him, and he still has a screw driver in one hand.
Black Hat returned to the lab an hour later, rather upset that he would have to endure his own unrecognized emotions so quickly. He couldn’t see Flug at first when he entered the lab, and for a moment presumed the Doctor was hiding.
“No…Even he’s not that stupid.” Black Hat mumbled to himself, dismissing the thought and heading over to the work bench. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Flug collapsed on the ground.
No, Flug was breathing and Black Hat could hear Flug’s heart still pumping blood through his body.
But why did just the idea frighten him?
The temptation to become angry arose quickly in the tall demon, but soon was dismissed when Black Hat took a moment to think. When was the last time Flug slept? Within the past two weeks, Black Hat couldn’t remember seeing the doctor outside of his lab, and come to think of it, the Doctor’s room had sounded consistently vacant for a while now whenever he passed by it.
“You haven’t been sleeping.” Black Hat grumbled out loud, “I suppose it’s my fault, then?”
Of course, Flug didn’t respond. However Black Hat began to realize how especially difficult Flug’s job had been lately, how he had been even more demanding than usual.
Did he feel…bad about it?
Black Hat sighed and picked up his employee. Despite being overworked, Flug still had a pleasant smell to him, clean, much like the lab was. Black Hat brought Flug to his room, marked with an airplane on the door.
The room was simple, with just a few pictures on a dresser, a computer that sat on a simple desk, along with some papers covered in scribbles, diagrams, and notes; a few other pieces of furniture lines the walls; posters of airplanes were all around. Flug’s bed was next to the desk and Black Hat set him down quietly, pulling a blanket over him.
He stared at the doctor a little longer, not entirely sure as to why. Black Hat didn’t want to leave right away, so for a while he sat in the desk chair next to Flug’s bed, watching the man sleep.
When he left the room, Black Hat closed the door quietly behind him before turning to see Demencia staring at him. She blinked a few times, then raised her eyes brows. Black Hat…being nice to Flug? Whaaaat?
“Unhealthy employees are not effective.” Black Hat said, turning so Demencia couldn’t see his blush, “Dead ones are even worse.”
Apparently satisfied, Demencia shrugged and wandered away. Black Hat had said those things more to himself than anyone.
Surely, he wasn’t going soft…surely not.
But when he looked back at Flug’s door after only a few steps down the hall, he couldn’t fool himself anymore.