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!

“O-okay,” Techie pants. “You win.” Feeling lightheaded and warm, he leans against Mitaka’s shoulder and lets out a long exhale. “I s-st-still don’t get *why* though,” he confesses, and buries his nose into the crook of his neck.

“We’ve n-never even talked.”

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