To say ‘Citinea ships it’ was an understatement. There would be days where Citinea took sides, his or hers. There would be days where Citinea couldn’t care less and treated them like children. And then there were days like this, where the term ‘shipping it’ is the only thing that can get close to describing her behavior.

“Here.” The blonde twin tails suddenly appeared from behind the grass type brunette. The tiny lasses’ stealth of course made the tall brunette jump and become rooted in place. Damn her paralyzing spine. “I got you a present.” Citinea said, coming into eyesight of Shira’s.

The numbness was quickly dispelled. Shira shoved back her remark on the girl’s height, because oh my Arceus, she got me a present! “You did?” Shira politely asked, making sure the blonde was okay with going through this much trouble.

Citinea nodded and lifted up the box for the freakishly tall Skiddo. It was small, and faked wrapped with an orange bow on the top. “I want you to use it immediately.”

Ah so, fake wrapping meant casual gifts. Noted. Excitedly, Shira carefully opened the lid.

To say ‘Shira was confused’ was an understatement.

She was downright lost.

Why in Ho-Oh’s name was there a giant magnet in the box? And just how was she suppose to ‘use’ this?

Careful to not show any rudeness with her confusion. Shira looked back at the blonde who seemed to be very proud of herself. “Um, th-thank you…!” For once, the Skiddo was glad the blonde understood her lack of enthusiasm when getting gifts was jus a personally quirk.

Cutely, in Shira’s point of view, Citinea nodded a bit childishly and trotted off to wherever it was she came from. It was only when the poison type was out of sight did the brunette remember she has no idea what the magnet is suppose to mean. Or how she’s even suppose to start ‘use’-ing it.

She looked down at it again, she recalled seeing Techny have several magnets on his chains. Maybe he those were gifts from Citinea too? Did they boost up power or something? Maybe of an electrical type move? But then, why doesn’t Nika have one? Or maybe she just lost it somewhere. Well, might as well head to the training field and try it out.

“W-what…” Shira, for the second time that day, ws startled by a sudden voice. She didn’t recognize this one act first, it was weak and croak and obviously male.

She whipped around to see her mortal enemy, Techny the Magnemite. She wanted to huff at him, but the confused dazed look made her mildly concern. “Uhh… what?”

He notices his gaze wasn’t at her, but a bit lower. She followed where she thought he was staring at… the magnet? Better be, otherwise it’s her chest and that just won’t do. Techny opened his mouth for a moment but then closed it. This is where she noticed the screw on his head was turning.

Wait what the heck?

The screw on his head was turning?

Shira jolted, realizing the screw on his head was turning!

“Wh-what the?!”

Techny uncharacteristically flinched and shuffled in place. “Wheredidyougetthat?” He choked out, squirming in place.

Shira didn’t answer him, too startled by what she was seeing. Besides, whatever he forced out was barely coherent. “Huh?” She dumbly huffed a moment later.

Out of no where, the lad’s knees buckled, making him land roughly on his calves. Shira only took a step back, still much to startled to react properly.

And that’s when it happened.

His screw forced the steel type to jerk his head forward and press his forehead against the magnet.

Oh.

To say ‘Citinea ships it’ was an understatement. The founder of Shadow Operatives was actively trying to hook up her two best friends, despite the envy driven hatred they held for each other. And on days like this, where she made them interact. It was always embarrassing for one of the spiteful beings. It seems to be Techny’s turn today.

“Ahahah!” Shira burst out laughing, realizing the hacker had to sudden drop everything because his metallic senses drove him towards the magnet against his stubborn will.

“Sssssshhut up!” He yelled, fisting his hands to try and keep the warmth away from his cheeks.

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“Not so shabby.” The brunette smiled to herself proudly. “For a rookie.” She looked at the Pecha Berry Cupcakes, waiting to be iced with a blend of Nanab icing mix. Shira, the grass electrical type Skiddo, had just successfully finished baking what she hopes is edible cupcakes.

She grabbed the bowl of icing and started to carefully spread them in a swirl motion on the tiny cakes. Citinea, the poison bug type Dokucale, had always made all kinds of sweet treats. Everyone loved them, and the grass type could tell, that Citinea enjoys making them. Though the twin tails doesn’t consume much of the things she bakes which struck the her odd. She decided it may have something to do with wanting there to be enough for everyone.

And that is why today, Shira was making a batch special for the poison type. Using the Pecha Berry Cupcake recipe that Citinea made herself. The brunette finished icing the twelve tiny cakes and looked around the kitchen bar. She still had a lot of batter left over. She was tempted to eat it herself just like that, but Shira was well aware of how much the tiny moth could consume when it was something she liked.

Hell yeah, Shira was positive her cupcakes would be something the blonde would enjoy.

Or well, that’s what she kept telling herself.

With a determined nod, the brunette decided to use the leftover batter to make another batch of the tiny cakes. She could eat the batter another time. “Hm?” Shira glanced around the table, noticing the paper that had the recipe was missing. After a moment she remembered taking it back to the bookshelf, not wanting to lose it or get it messy.

With that, she set her apron aside and left to retrieve the recipe. She didn’t have anymore icing, and didn’t remember what she put to make it.

Techny smothered down a groan, feeling his stiff neck scream out when he rolled it a bit too much. He really needed to set an alarm to take more breaks. He couldn’t keep working until his limbs felt ready to fall off. If they were ever attacked, he’s be pretty slowed down in combat and that just won’t do.

Entering the kitchen to search for a snack, the steel type Magnemite is taken back by the disastrous mess on the kitchen bar. The lack of a tiny blonde made him sigh. “Skipping out on clean-up, huh?” He muttered, heading towards the fridge. Before he had the chance to open it, he noticed a batch of fully iced cupcakes at the edge of the kitchen bar.

Well, he did like sweets. Techny picked one up and examined it. There was something a bit off with it, and it was suspicious for Citinea to leave her treats alone like this. Usually she sets the on a clean table and announces to everyone what latest snack she made. Maybe they weren’t done? Perhaps Citinea planned to put sprinkles on them.

Techny nibbled on the cupcake. He wasn’t much of a fan of sprinkles, so t was best to eat it now while it was still pure.

His nibbling turned into a large bite. It was different, but a better different. The flavors were a lot more balanced. The stale of milk balanced out with the sugary sweetness. He could clearly taste the Peacha berry, but not to a extreme extent like usually. Techny crunched up the wrapper, and picked another. He knew Citinea wouldn’t be eating these if the pecha berry were lessened. She needed the extreme taste of pecha after all. Anything else would just taste dull.

Oddly, the young man starts to feel something warm sprouting in his chest. Was this a flavor? A reaction to whatever extra ingredient was used to make it balanced? He doubt his fondness of the treat lead to this emotional reaction.

Emotional?

How strange. Now that he thought about it, it was almost as if one of the flavors was an emotion.

Yes, he needed some rest. His mind was clearly short-circuiting.

When he looked down at the batch, he noticed half of gone. Shit, did he really just eat four cupcakes without noticing? He only remembered consuming two, what the hell. Yes, sleep was indeed greatly needed. The steel type took a step back, but there was a sudden burst in his chest that made him stumble and reach out to grip the bar.

Or what he thought was the bar. Techny was fully aware he made something fall, but the lack of nose made him dreadfully worried. When the dizziness subsided, he glanced down at his feet and sure enough. The remaining cupcakes were splattered and ruined. “Aw, damnit.”

He doubt Citinea would be pissed, so he was mainly disappointed at the lost of such wonderful tasting cup–

“AH!”

Techny jolted in place, taken back by the sudden gasp. He looked to see the grass type Skiddo standing at the kitchen’s entrance way looking absolutely mortified. Guess she liked sweets too. “Oh, hey.”

“What…” Shira didn’t stop staring at the fallen tiny cakes. “… What did you do to my cupcakes!?”

Ah, so that’s why the pecha berries were lessened. Citinea made them for the brunette. Well, he certainly felt a lot better about the whole situation. “I um, ate them?” He replied a bit sarcastically.

Then again, if Citinea made them for the girl….

… yep. He was going to die tonight.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Techny flinched, the brunette now looked seriously pissed off. He wasn’t sure why she was this mad, but he understood that he should be concern over her reaction. “Those weren’t yours to eat! I can’t believe you!” Shira stomped over closer to where the steel type stood. “What about the ones on the floor?! You decided they weren’t worth it or something?!”

The way her voice started to reach shrilling levels greatly concerned the boy. Citinea still hadn’t made an appearance and she most likely won’t since that would involve helping out cleaning the kitchen. So if he can calm the Skiddo down before she’s alerted, he would be live for another day. He cleared his throat, forcing his sarcastic drips out. “I swear it was an accident.”

It really was. He didn’t know what came over him that made him dizzy. But he definitely did not want to see those tasty cupcakes on the floor. “An accident? Was you eating them an accident too?”

“Um, no.” Techny wasn’t sure how to reply to that without sarcasm. So, maybe the truth? “They were actually very delicious, I liked them very much.” His calm tone seemed to have chilled the lassie out. Her tantrum died completely and she stood there looking… shocked?

Wait, huh?

“W… what?” Shira’s brown eyes were widen, her wasn’t bursting with joy that someone liked them like she thought she would. Maybe because the one guy she hates had said they were good. So her brain was spiting him into not allowing her to feel happy? That… didn’t really make sense. She wasn’t feeling spiteful, she felt kind of…

Flustered?

Taking in her appearance, Techny noticed her hands were dried with batter mix and her pants had some berry stains. A static current went through his brain, making his eyes widen behind his shades and his body become rigid.

Shira made the cupcakes?

So that’s why she was so upset. Techny felt something that resembled guilt start to bubble. But the strong hot emotion that swelled up in his cheeks and was spreading to his neck made it hard to focus on that, or anything else for that matter. “S-… sorry…!” Quickly, and clumsily, the Magnemite stumbled to the side to curve around the still grass type. And made his way out of the kitchen.

Shira didn’t bother saying anything else or stopping the boy from leaving. She couldn’t feel her legs but it wasn’t out of fear. Just the intense shock of realizing Techny had enjoyed her cupcakes. She felt her cheeks getting warmer but didn’t pay much attention to that. She was more focus on the single question pulsing through her mind.

What was Techny’s favorite berries?

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Title: I Swear You Did (42+43 Fluffy Version)Series: Shadow Operatives of Chaotic TwinkleRelationships: Spiteful Shipping (Techny x Shira)Rated: AA Anyone AwareSeason/Timeline: LOLQuote: “I um, ate them?”Genre: Fluff? Humor? Idk?Characters: Beirom Techny | Hanaki ShiraWord Count: 1’371