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"Is there something on my face?"
The sudden question catches you off guard and you are broken from the intense concentration you previously had on the face of the unlicensed doctor before you.
Your face burns as it dawns on you that you were caught admiring the features of Black Jack.
Who happens to be your boss!
"Oh! Um... what?" You mumble lamely. Your eyes flicker away in embarrassment and you return to the task you were supposed to be doing: checking, organizing and restocking medicines. You worked as his operating room nurse after all. Also, it made you turn your back to him, which gave you a good cover to hide your shame in being caught.
"I said," he answered casually, "is there something on my face? You were staring for quite a while." He returned to his paperwork as if nothing had happened.
"There was nothing sir, I—" you mentally debated on whether to say the next thing or not, and in a sudden burst of confidence, you decided to just say it. "It's just, you're very handsome. I was admiring you from afar, that's all."
Inside, your nerves were screaming to just run home for the day and to never come back, but you knew your heart could never handle that fate, for it had fallen for the black and white-haired doctor a long time ago.
In your panicked state, and with the rushing sound of your blood pumping in your ears, you fail to notice that Black Jack has stopped writing his paper work and is instead approaching you from behind.
Finally, you notice two hands placed on the table you're working at, caging you in. Surprised, you whirl around to confront the owner but you find that you're face to face with Black Jack; much too close to your own face than you were expecting.
"You know, you're quite beautiful yourself," he mumbles out, and you're caught in the enchanting gaze of his auburn eyes, not believing what you just heard from him.
Your chest rises and falls, and all seems quiet. You don't know when it happened, but suddenly his face is closer to yours than before. You can practically feel his soft breath fan across your parted lips, and suddenly gravity pulls at your eyelids. Your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks as your lips meet his.
It is a short and fleeting moment, but you feel as if you've kissed him for hours.
And yet you feel as if you haven't kissed him enough.
He removes his hands from the table and slides them into your own, where he grips them gently and uses his thumb to rub the knuckles of your fingers, successfully making you further relax into his touch.
"If you're allowed to admire me whenever you want, then I should feel free to admire you whenever I want, no?"
He bends down to place a kiss on your forehead and he returns to his desk, leaving you flustered by the medicine cabinet. However, instead of working on medical papers as you thought he would, he turned his chair so that it would be facing you.
"W-what are you doing?" You say, though you had an inkling of an idea of what he was about to say.
"I'm simply admiring the view in front of me."
Your face once again begins to burn as you snap back around to finish your task. A breath you didn't know you were holding releases as you put the last bottle of pain medicine on the shelf. Your heart didn't cease in its thumping and you fear that if he continues to place all his attention on you, he'd eventually be able to hear it himself. But now that you were done, there was no reason to stay any longer. You shyly turn back around and ask him to excuse you, for you had to continue your work in another part of the house. Your voice had come out so shy and timid, that the corner of Black Jack's lips had turned up slightly in amusement. Nonetheless, he bid you goodbye and went back to his work, leaving you to do your thing.
For the rest of the time you worked, however, your mind returned to the sound of the charming words he had said to you, and to the feeling of his unexpected kiss.