Mitaka sighs defeatedly as his broken data pad breathes it’s last breath in the middle of his report to the general. Which is due in the morning. He grabs his communicator and puts in a request for a technician to come look at it.

techiehux:

Techie hadn’t been having a good day. Not at all. Matt was nowhere to be found, Hux was busy doing who knows what, and his supervisor, Leslie, absolutely hated his guts. Which was why he jumped at the chance to get away from the monotony (and Leslie’s whining), accepting a recently requested job he hadn’t even looked at.

The last thing he expected was to find himself outside Lieutenant Mitaka’s quarters and realize he left his toolbox…somewhere? But it was too late to go find it, he’d knocked on the door and now it was opening!

Everything comes into startling clarity. Of course. Of course! Someone out there is playing a huge prank on him, because NO WONDER a superior officer -a Lieutenant no less- would want to hold his hand and look at Techie like he hung the stars in the sky.

“Ah, ha,” he says, sounding like he’s been punched; all air out from his lungs. He drops Mitaka’s hand. “L-let’s just focus on getting your d-datapad fixed,” he says through his pasted-on smile.

This hurts. This hurts so bad.

Because obviously nobody in their right mind would love him.

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