#hunter d90

Your task was to write reports and then put them on the shelves. You liked to walk through them, they were imposing and seemed to have no end. A perfectionist, detail-oriented and a neat freak, you liked everything to be in its place. You hated losing things or when someone else moved the files that you had already meticulously organized perfectly, even so, you wouldn't have complained if someone gave you a hand.

"I always have to do everything alone, I could use some company. Is that too much to ask?"-You grumbled under your breath.

What you didn't expect was that a familiar face was standing near you, watching you. But, of course, how could you even notice it? He was standing there like a statue always keeping guard, you would have easily mistaken him for a plant or a column if you didn't have your glasses. You were so focused on your typewriter that you hadn't seen him.

D90 looked at you smiling slightly. Strange for him since he was almost always serious. But with you he allowed himself to bring out his soft side that he had hidden very much. The man approached slowly and when he was close enough he cleared his throat to get your attention. You jumped in your seat, startled, you didn't expect to see him so soon.

"Sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean to…"

You smiled more relaxed when you saw him. "It doesn't matter, I was just concentrating on writing"

Hunter D90 smiled shyly, suddenly not knowing what to say. You two stayed silent for a few seconds just looking at each other. You raised your eyebrow while still smiling, waiting for him to let you know why he had come closer. But D90 could only see your pretty eyes that seemed to stand out and look bigger with the frame of your glasses. He realized that he would surely look like a fool standing there without saying anything so he turned serious and said

"I uh heard you, it seems like you needed help…or company"

You blushed slightly looking down, you never thought that that company would be precisely him. You scratched the tip of your nose a little awkwardly.

"Well I… I wouldn't want to take up your time, I'm sure you have more important things to do"

He shook his head, closing his eyes and making a face. "I insist. I wouldn't have come closer if I had other things to do. Standing alone waiting to have to prune a variant is something…boring"

You let out a nervous giggle with your eyebrows raised. So he was bored too, great, you could tell you had something in common with him

"Alright mmh in that case, would you help me by putting these reports on the shelves, please?"

He nodded and followed you behind. You quickly and nervously picked up the files and hugged them to your chest for protection. As you walked through the hallways you felt the presence of D90 behind you, like a thick cloud that followed your every step. You prayed internally that you wouldn't do anything stupid like stumble or stutter. Thank God you were soon on the right shelf.

"Ok, have these reports and put them on that shelf that says Number 172"

You handed him the papers and accidentally brushed his fingers. Your immediate reaction was to turn your head so he couldn't see your face as you bit your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut. It seems that he had also looked away because when you turned around again he was already looking at the shelves and not at you.

From time to time you sneakily looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you wanted to record his movements. His gestures were slow and careful but you realized that he did not organize things better than you, some files were slightly protruding while yours were perfectly placed in the same imaginary line. To a crazy perfectionist like you, that was unforgivable and it pissed you off, but since it was him you forgave him, just a small exception for a special person like him.

You smiled tenderly with those thoughts in your head as you absently dropped a report from your arms. You cursed under your breath and quickly reached down to grab it when you noticed another hand also reach out to yours to help you pick up the things. Your heart almost stopped when you realized that he had also crouched down in front of you.

Shit.Shit.Shit. You were trying to think clearly, trying not to sweat your palms. The last straw was when his hand collided with yours, you felt electricity through your veins, like a spark. You immediately looked up in surprise only to meet his eyes that also looked big into yours. The tension was felt in the air. Maybe in the end you weren't so wrong and he felt the same way about you. Embarrassed and red as a fresh apple you shook your head and abruptly grabbed the file, you stood with it imitating you like a mime and quickly put the file in its place. You placed it crooked, damn it. But you were too distraught to accommodate it, and cursing inwardly, you straightened your immaculate clothes.

"T-thank you for the help. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go back to my office. Excuse me"-You murmured without looking at him.

Without waiting for his response, you quickly walked away, leaving him alone and frozen in place.

- - - - - - -

Days later and you're still scolding yourself for your foolish reaction. You tormented yourself with the idea that he no longer wants to know about you. But you couldn't stop looking at him and sighing every time he passed by your workplace.

Loki, who happened to be passing by, saw you with the most dazed and dreamy face that anyone could have imagined. With your chin resting on your hand you looked at a fixed point. The god of mischief turned his head to know what you were looking at and he understood everything. D90 was standing looking at his shoes and rocking back and forth or adjusting his uniform and gloves.

"How pathetic mortals are sometimes…"

As if you had woken up from a dream you looked at Loki with a frown.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh please, you know what I'm talking about. When are you two going to stop giving each other looks like slaughtered lambs? Talk once and for all"

You rolled your eyes and began to organize papers on your desk. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Loki sighed and approached your table with his hands on his hips. "If you don't plan to tell him, I'll tell him."

You laughed sarcastically. "Tell him what? That I think you're unbearable?"

"Ha, ha, ha very funny, let's see if you keep laughing when he finds out that you have a crush on him"

And immediately Loki walked away to approach D90. You opened your eyes in horror and ran up to him.

"Wait, wait ok ok. And what would happen if I really have a crush on him? Is that so serious?"-You said standing in front of him.

"Oh yes, it's very serious. Because if you keep making eyes at each other I'm going to get sick from disgust and I'm going to vomit. You two are so corny"

You huffed in annoyance. "I'm warning you, Loki, don't do anything stupid."

He smiled mischievously "We'll see about that"

After that the Norse god walked away whistling casually while you stood there and accidentally locked eyes with D90. You smiled at him and he smiled back. You sighed and returned to your seat.

- - - - - - -

Minutes later you had lazily gotten up from your chair to go get a snack. You had left your glasses on the table massaging the bridge of your nose. Sometimes they bothered you and you took them off, fortunately your myopia was not so great that you tripped or fell there. You were walking through the hallways when you remembered that you had forgotten the money on your table so you ran to look for it. When you arrived you noticed that your glasses were missing.

"Oh, oh"

You frantically looked for them everywhere, ugh, you hated losing things. You asked each person if they had seen them but no one knew anything. Loki happened to be there nearby and was smiling mischievously. No one knew that he had momentarily made your glasses disappear with his magic, a little prank or plot that he hoped would work.

"Fuck! Where are they?!"

On the other side of the TVA, D90 was at his guard post, bored. Suddenly he noticed that something was hanging from his pocket, it was hard like plastic. He reached down to his pants and touched some glasses. Your glasses. Suddenly he noticed you running with your hair messy, agitated.

Where are they? Where are my glasses? You thought desperately. As your vision was somewhat blurry, you collided with D90 and fell to the ground with him. You held your head a little sore.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you standing there, I just can't find my glasses-"

"You mean these?"

The man still on the ground showed you his clear-framed glasses. You squinted your eyes to see better, but yes, they were yours. D90 smiling, gently placed your glasses on you, you could swear that the skin on your face was getting hot under his hands.

"You look better with them"

You didn't believe your luck. You smiled flattered and he took your hand to pull you up. Again the endless stares, but this time you decided to listen to Loki and said

"I was just about to buy a snack, would you like one too?"

He nodded, delighted, and followed you hand in hand down the hallway. Nearby was a certain god of mischief standing with his arms crossed and a big smile, watching you.