Only One Day - Day's Union X Reader

Empty Apologies

As I started for a morning stroll, maybe down to the bakery to start the morning off with a fresh slice of cake from Benevolent, the clanking of boots against the cement caught my attention.

They were familiar, and the second I had recognised them I let out a groan.

"[CIVILIAN] (Y/N)!" Macabre shouts to me.

Oh boy.

I try my best to look friendly, and not at all pissed to see him, since our last encounter hadn't been so...what you might call friendly.

I was hoping for today to be a good day, but from the looks of it, I am not so sure...

"Yes, [OPERATIVE] Macabre?" I spin around, holding a small smile on my face. The memory of him teasing me about the book came into my head, and my smile twitched a bit, threatening to fall.

Macabre looked a bit agitated himself. His gaze faltered, looking to the side. "Listen, (Y/N). I know how forced this will seem. And because I was, but I would like to apologize for bothering you that night."

I tilted my head a bit. I knew what he was talking about. I just wanted to confirm this thought. This didn't really seem like a Macabre-thing to do.

I mean, he admitted that he was forced. I suspect by Radiant or Dynamic.

"Oh, don't worry about it Macabre. I'll be off now, have a good day!" I say quickly, beginning to take my leave hastily, trying to get away from any bad encounters.

Then: "Wait! Hold on!" I turn around, probably looking a bit more annoyed than I had intended, "Please, let me make it up to you." He says, almost looking a little bit afraid.

Puzzled, I nod a bit. "I mean, if that's what you want..." I felt a bit uncomfortable. "How would you make it up to me?"

He thinks for a minute, sliding a finger under the thin, black band of his eye patch. It seemed like a habit, maybe he did it when he was in thought. Regardless of the current situation, I found it a little cute. Such a violent man with hurtful tendencies with a habit such as this?

He draws a conclusion finally, smiling with his shiny, sharp teeth; "Let me spend the day with you, and hopefully that'll be enough to make you see that I really am sorry!" He turned away once he was finished, grumbling.

It was obvious that he didn't want to, but as I suspected, he was forced. And I guess I would have no other option other than to accept his offer.

"Alright," I say, pressing my thumb and forefinger to the bridge of my nose, "Just... please no fighting or teasing me, I really am not in the mood."

~***~

Soon the both of us were walking side-by-side, with nothing but the early morning chirping of birds and the sleek clicking of his black shoes. He keeps a straight and hardy gaze forward, not bothering one bit to look at me and start a conversation. I assume that's he always is, he doesn't seem like the most talkative guy, even just looking at him I wouldn't choose to start a conversation.

"It's rude to stare at an operative." A sudden, sturdy voice comes from him and I jump a little.

"Ah! So sorry, [OPERATIVE] Macabre!" I fix my posture and continue to walk with him. He grunts a little and leads me into the city square, heading to Benevolent's Bakery. When we walk up to the counter, Benevolent greets us with a charming smile. He tips his pink hat in a greeting. I let out a small laugh and mutter a greeting.

"Oh, Macabre, I didn't expect you to bring little (Y/N) with you," He leans over the counter, "I guess it's a fair apology." He glares at Macabre with a somewhat angry haze over his eyes.

I tilt my head and place a hand to the counter. "He doesn't really have to apologize for it, but it's just taking me to the bakery. That isn't all that special." I chuckle.

Benevolent winks at me. "Believe me, you'll see how much of a 'fair apology' this is. You see," he pauses to point a white finger to Macabre, "this violent boy actually does have a soft side."

I narrow my eyes inquisitively. Huh?

Macabre tenses up and looks down, pulling his black cap to cover his faint red blush. I still give a questioning gaze to the both of them, until...

Benevolent returns from the back room with an adorable small cupcake, the frosting painted like a kitty's face. I let out a small "awww" and remark, "it's very cute!"

Benevolent giggles, "Macabre thinks so too!" He slides the small platter to macabre and he quickly snatches, carefully peeling off the pale-yellow wrapper and taking a small bite of it.

"He claims that he doesn't think its cute, but whenever I offer a normal vanilla cupcake, he always claims it doesn't taste the same." Benevolent comments, resting his head in his hand.

Macabre shakes his head frantically, revealing the other side of his face, which harbors a small white frosting splotch. Benevolent and I squeal at the sight. Macabre growls, "They don't taste the same! I swear you use something different in these..." He trails off, continuing to eat.

"Hmm...I'll just have a normal vanilla cupcake then." I request, and benevolent scurries to the back to retrieve one of the freshly-made cupcakes. I take a small bite, humming at the taste. "Your pastries are always so tasty, Benevolent."

He chuckles, "thank you, dearest! Don't forget to address me by my title, you aren't an operative...yet!" He winks at me.

I giggle. "Honestly I have doubts...last night I thought about it and my main concerns were getting Macabre's approval..."

The pink-suited operative thinks for a moment, before snapping his fingers with a triumphant star in his eye. "Macabre, how about you explain to dear (Y/N) the differences between a standard vanilla cupcake and the kitty cupcake?"

The violent operative nods with an angry grunt, and snatches a plastic fork from its holder on the counter. "Try a piece, you'll see!" he slices a bit off with the fork and guides the piece to my mouth and I take a bite. Then, a small click is head.

Macabre's once soft eyes on me became tense and he froze, slowly turning his head to Benevolent.

Benevolent flashes a closed-eye grin, flipping his phone around to display the picture of Macabre and I. Macabre's soft glance and faint blush was quite a rare sight, how lucky Benevolent is for obtaining such a sight on camera!

With quick movement, the fork is left in my mouth and Macabre is as quick as lightening. He had already unsheathed his gun and attempted to press it against Benevolent's head. However, Benevolent had quickly hid the phone behind him and threw his arm to press a firm hand against the barrel of the gun.

He chuckles. "I knew you'd be mad but not this mad..."

"Delete. It." Macabre's eyes are intense as ever and he had his lip lifted into a snarl.

"Gee, you even look like a kitty when you're angry! However, this picture's fate won't be decided by you or me, but rather by (Y/N)!" Benevolent bargains, however not giving anyone much of a say in it.

Macabre sighs, getting off the counter hastily and turning to me. "Well, what would convince you to delete the picture?"

I freeze a bit, turning to benevolent. He winks at me and gestures to the small tablet that rests snugly in my pocket. I gasp and nod, pulling it out.

"Sign here."

He grunts, turning away and taking the digital pen. "Fine."

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