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It was late night, and the only thing that could be heard at the RED base was the sound of the crickets and night birds. Medic had been focused on a research for hours, without noticing the time passing. He hadn’t left the lab the whole day, and his stomach was angrily growling, demanding for some food. Finally he decided to listen to his own body, just when his eyes where too tired to keep reading anything.
He leant his back against the chair, rubbing his eyes beneath the glasses, wanting to convince himself that he wasn’t exhausted. He finally got up and stretched his numb limbs, letting out an almost erotic groan in the process. He ordered all the papers that were scattered on his desk and came out the lab, heading to the kitchen.
Next to it was the rec room, where the others used to relax in their free time—something that Medic never did. It was 3 in the AM, so he was surprised when he noticed a soft light coming out of it. He popped in with curiosity. The lights were off and the only thing that illuminated the room was the TV. When his eyes got used to the gloom he walked towards the only person that was there.
“Pyro?” he asked. The pyromaniac was lying down on the sofa, their mask’s visors pointing at the screen. It was impossible to know whether they were asleep or awake. Medic got his answer when Pyro looked at him, making a soft happy noise. “Jou can’t sleep either?”
The arsonist shook their head, lowering their gaze. They looked cheerless. Some little noises came out of their mask and Medic understood the words.
“Jou had a nightmare, huh?” he replied. Pyro nodded, slowly. “In zhat case jou could come vith me. Ich vas about to look for somezhing to eat.”
The discouraged mood of Pyro was quickly replaced by the purest excitement. They nodded, making happy “hmmph”s. Medic told them to be quiet, or they would wake up the others. Pyro nodded again and got up the sofa, before turning the TV off.
Both of them went silently to the kitchen. After the spaghetti incident Medic didn’t want to make another attempt on cooking. So he took two slices of bread and smeared some jam on them.
“Jou aren’t hungry?” he asked. Pyro shook their head, but a roar in his stomach betrayed him. “Sure,” Medic said with a chuckle.
Pyro didn’t say anything, they just pointed at his mask with his index finger.
“Ja, jou need to take it off to eat,” Medic said stating the obvious. It took a few seconds for him to understand what Pyro really meant. “Oh… jou don’t vant me to see jou?”
Pyro lowered their gaze, feeling ashamed. No one at the base has seen their face before, but Medic thought it was simply because Pyro liked their mask too much. He didn’t think it was something more important. He wasn’t going to insist, so he stood up when he finished eating and prepared a second sandwich. He put it in front of the pyromaniac and patted their back softly.
“I’ll be in the rec room,” he said. Implying that he was going to leave them alone if that was what they wanted.
Pyro was going to accept, but he took Medic by the wrist before he could leave.
“Hmm mnn.”
“Do jou vant me to stay?” the German asked, raising his eyebrows. Pyro nodded. “Of course.”
He went back to his seat, and he could feel his heart beating faster when Pyro’s hands went to the collar of their mask. The arsonist hesitated a little, and Medic quickly looked away. He didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable.
When he did it, Pyro started raising his mask slowly. Medic couldn’t help it and looked at him from the corner of his eye, noting the burnt skin of their neck. The mask kept going up, revealing more details of their skin. It was brown and full of scars. They stopped when the mask was up enough to uncover their mouth, leaving the rest of their face hidden.
Medic let out the breath he didn’t know was holding.
Not wanting to make the situation awkward, he got up and took the plate were moments before his own sandwich was. He went to wash it and when he came back Pyro had already eaten more of the half of his’.
“It seems zhat jou vere hungry,” Medic said, looking at them eating greedily.
Pyro giggled, but didn’t say anything. They didn’t say anything the whole time their mouth was exposed.
Mouth that Medic couldn’t stop staring at.
Oh, Scheiße.
When they finished their meal, Pyro put their mask on again. Medic’s heart kept beating furiously, thinking about how intimate that gesture was, coming from Pyro.
They trusted in him so much to show him, at least, a part of their face? He couldn’t deny that the idea excited him.
He stood up to wash their plate too, and when he did it he hadn’t the time to dry his hands when he felt latex against his skin. Pyro was naively taking his hand, and a muffled sound came out of their mask.
“Jou don’t need to zhank me, Kleine.”
The arsonist didn’t say anything else, just squeezed his hand.
It was then when Medic finally realized that Pyro wasn’t just a friend for him.