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Badware is annoying. They bother people like its second nature, and shes so determined to break Killdroid down, she's probably sick to the core.
She hinders Killdroid's projects, she sabotages her builds.
Badware is annoying.
Killdroid has a problem.
A very big problem that's eating her alive.
She likes her 'enemy'.
Maybe enemy isn't the right word, frenemies is putting too much weight in the first half of the word, nemesis could maybe fit their dynamic better.
It's strange, it's weird, she's aware. She can't put her feelings into words, can't put her many thoughts and constant overthinking into words but she knows that she likes them.
She likes Badware.
The realisation makes her groan. Badware's only been a hindrance to her, pestering her every chance they got...yet, she somehow finds herself missing their presence on nights like this, tinkering in her room, alone.
She's been standing, leaning on the door for a while now, Killdroid hasn't even noticed her despite the soft creaks of the door.
"What's got you all bothered?" A voice calls out from the doorway.
Killdroid immediately snaps to the sound.
"How long have you been here?" Killdroid apprehensively asks.
"Just about when you started moping around like a broken robot." Badware giggles. "Somethin' keeping you up? Are your Killbots dying or something? Honestly with how ugly those things are that'd probably make sense."
Killdroid rolls her eyes, hiding the fact that her lips curve into a small smile by turning away.
"Cheap and insensitive like always." She manages to steady her voice into her usual, monotonous tone. "Why are you here anyways?"
"I just wanted to check up on my dearest Killdroid. That's all!" Badware hums, strolling to sit at Killdroid's chair at the table.
Killdroid's mind lingers on the 'dearest', she wishes that there was a pause after the word 'dearest', she wishes that the sentence ended without her name because that would mean—she shakes off her thoughts as the girl she's literally pining for is just beside her. This makes things so much worse for her.
Badware inspects the tools and parts on it, "Seriously? When are you making something other than those weird circular balls." Badware's unimpressed, it's evident. Killdroid murmurs something to herself, a curse under her breath. As much as she'd like to impress Badware, she probably can't. Her builds are high-tech but they're way smaller in size, and Badware loves big mechanical crafts.
"Maybe some other time when I have the pieces for it. I just...can't right now." Killdroid sighs, setting the pieces aside.
She stands idly by her table, chair having been occupied by a certain other person. The two sit...and stand...in silence. Tension bubbling as the silence is only cut with the soft buzz of the air conditioning working overtime in the bunker.
"Um...lovely...weather.......ugh, nevermind." Killdroid wants to talk, she doesn't really know what to say. She never carried or started conversations, and she feels more out of place than before now knowing that she likes Badware.
Badware looks at her, examining Killdroid. She's looking down at the floor, fingers fiddling with the creases of her sleeve.
"You look nervous." Badware squints their eyes at her, "Are you sick?"
'Lovesick, maybe.' Killdroid thinks.
"I'm fine. Just..." Killdroid huffs, leaving her sentence unfinished as her breath hitches when she meets Badware's eyes.
By now, Badware knows that something's off with Killdroid. They just want to pinpoint on what exactly it is.
Killdroid can't focus on anything, can't focus on speaking, can't focus on working, can't even focus on Badware. Her heart is hammering, and the sound of it beating so loud and fast makes her nearly panic. Could Badware hear it?
She looks at Badware and she's unreadable. Probably not, then. Badware would pounce at the chance of teasing her any day of the week, so...there's no way, right?
"Your face is getting redder." Badware hums. "You might wanna get some rest, or something. Maybe you've got a fever." Badware stands up, approaching Killdroid as the back of her hand finds its way to her forehead. Killdroid nearly whimpers at the touch, but holds it back and instead letting out a disgruntled sound that makes her want to crawl into the ground to bury herself.
"Yeah, you're burning up." Badware says this while grinning. Killdroid keeps thinking that at any moment Badware just might find out, but when that look is followed by a "Guess even the great Killdroid can get sick." Killdroid sighs in relief.
Usually it's the others that get sick, she doesn't even remember the last time she's seen Killdroid cough or sneeze.
Killdroid pretends like that's the right conclusion, she's definitely sick and it's not anything to do with love, of course not. Love has never mattered to her anyways. Love has never mattered to her anyways until now.
"You can leave, I can take care of myself from here." Killdroid pushes Badware to the door, promptly shutting it before the other can retort.
She lies on her bed and muffles a scream into her pillow.
"Good god, Killdroid, how more obvious could you be?" She grumbles to herself. It keeps her up at night, and she finally falls asleep at 5:00A.M. Needless to say, her sleep schedule was probably going to be fucked.
When she wakes up, the lights in her room are on. She groans at the bright light.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead! It's 1:00P.M!"
She looks to her right, and Badware is sitting next to her.
"Fffuck....What're you doing...ugh...in my room?" Killdroid attempts to sit up, but Badware pushes her back down.
"I'm doing a 'system check', as you may call it!"
Killdroid stiffens, trying to get out of bed again.
"Nuh-uh-uh! You're staying put."
"I don't think this is necessary..." Killdroid exhaled, not knowing she was holding her breath until she spoke. "Don't you have better things to do?" Surely Badware has some computers or systems to hack or something......
Badware spends a little time looking for a reply, eyes lighting up again when she finally does.
"You come first, obviously! If you die then I have nobody here to hang around anymore!" She pouts. "Everyone here is sooooo boring."
Killdroid giggles softly. "Right. Make this quick though, I have to work on my Killbots still." Badware stuck her tongue out, letting out a 'bleh'.
Badware's fingers dextrously press against specific spots of Killdroid's skin, her forehead, neck, wrist.
"You seem fine right now..."
She continues to feel around, and Killdroid is distracted with how she seems so skilled with her fingers, almost letting her mind wander to a much dirtier place.
"Oh, your temp's rising a little."
That's strange...it probably isn't a common fever. Badware's taken her temperature while she was sleeping and it was normal then.
Killdroid sits up, taking Badware's hands off her but letting the touch linger on her body. When Badware pulls away, she misses the warmth already.
She can't be certain, but there's a hypothesis that she wants to prove true...
"Killdroid, is there a chance that maybe...you like someone?"
Killdroid flinches.
Silence.
"Huh. Who is it?"
Silence.
Killdroid can't look at Badware……so she knows.
"You'll laugh if I say." Killdroid frowns, hugging her knees close to her chest.
"I won't."
Killdroid takes a deep breath, there are a few possible outcomes if she answers truthfully:
1. Badware rejects her politely.
2. Badware is disgusted by her.
3. Badware rejects her and is disgusted by her.
Well, either way, at least she was getting her feelings out of the way, right? She would at least get them off her chest and know whether this stupid crush of hers would end, saving her some time, maybe.
Killdroid glances at Badware.
"It's you."
"I like you, Badware."
So it’s true…her theories are usually always right, but this precedes that.
Killdroid is going to have to search for grave plots soon, because she thinks she might just die. Badware isn't saying anything, and Killdroid doesn't really want to look at what kind of expression she has on right now...but her curiosity etches at her to do so.
Oh, alright then...
Badware is blushing furiously, and Killdroid is enamoured at the sight. She gets a good look at their flushed face and she hopes that she remembers this image forever.
"D...Do you like me back?" She tugs on the blanket, pinching it white biting the inside of her cheek. Her hopes are up, but she doesn’t want to fly too close to the sun with her expectations.
'Please be a yes, please be a yes...' the words repeat in her mind, she’s basically begging to nobody that the probably unfeasible reply would come true.
Badware nods.
"I didn't think you'd like me at all." Badware whispers. She looks at Killdroid with glossy eyes.
"I've totally liked you longer than you've liked me, though. So technically I'm the winner here."
Killdroid laughs, "You don't always have to make it a competition, idiot." She flicks Badware's forehead. "Can’t we both be winners?”
Badware hums.
"Nnnahhh...I always win."
Killdroid rolls her eyes and kisses Badware lightly on the cheek.
“Whatever you say, stupid.”