Tired ♡【 Octoling boy x Reader 】

〔 さん。Empty 〕

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Migraine.

That was the first thing she felt when she had woken up from her slumber. Her head was throbbing at the painful sensation.

She couldn't remember what happened, and she couldn't remember where she was, but wherever she may be, it sure wasn't as comfortable as she hoped it would be. Her hand reached out to grab the closest thing near her, and when it did, she pulled it close and rested her head on it.

Cuddling closer into her soft pillow, she closed her eyes and proceeded to fall asleep once again.

Until, she heard a soft squeak come from above her. Turning her head slightly, she reopened her eyes and looked up to where the sound came from.

There he was, Agent 8 sitting right next to her, blushing heavily at the sight of her resting near him. Or so she thought.

It took her a moment to process what was going on. She squished the pillow once, watching the octoling's movement closely.

His face turned redder than it previously was.

Her eyes drifted towards to where her hand was, noticing that the pillow was wearing the same pants the octoling usually wore.

Oh. It's his thigh.

She made eye contact with the boy and shrugged.

Her head fell back onto his thigh, resting once more despite how frantic the octoling appeared to be. She felt him shift a little, probably from how uncomfortable he must be.

"Sorry." She said. "The cushions on the seat are hard to sleep on."

He sharply inhaled.

"I-It's okay. I'll be your bed then!" He replied confidently, though deep down inside, he was actually panicking badly.

She hummed in response, and after that. She knocked out.

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He was practically shaking in his spot. She was being undeniably cute for absolutely no reason and it was driving him insane! She looks so relaxed and calm when she's resting. He wished she wasn't on guard all the time when she's awake. It must be tiring.

Placing a hand on the top of her head, he waited for her to do anything. To smack his hand away. To yell at him.

Nothing came.

Giggling softly, he began to rub her head gently, savoring every moment.

He wanted to be like this forever. Taking care of a sleeping Agent 3 would be a dream he would love to see become a reality.

He was so alone before she came, even though Captain was here, and now she took that feeling away. He wasn't going to let her go no matter what.

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Yeah. He wouldn't dare to let anyone else have her. Only he is worthy of her affection. Only he is worthy to maintain a relationship with her. Only he–

"Agent 8?"

The octoling gasped, his possessive thoughts vanishing. Why was he thinking like that? Was it normal?

"Yes, C-Captain?" He gulped, sweat dripping down his neck.

Right. Captain was there the whole time, watching them. How creepy.