Mitaka and Techie had been fighting. He doesn’t remember what they had started fighting about but he can feel the tears rolling down his face. He doesn’t register what’s happening until he feels the sting in his palm. He looks up at Techie with a horrified expression on his face. “I-I’m so s-sorry..” he whispers.
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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.
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.”
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.
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!
Techie stays perfectly still. His eyes focus on Mitaka’s forehead and then drop steadily down. “Uh,” he says, intelligently. “D-do that a-again,” Techie breathes, “I w-wasn’t totally c-c-convinced.” He turns a delightful pink.
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.
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!
Techie’s rigid posture relaxed the tiniest bit, and he looked at Mitaka, wary. “Prove it h-how?” His heart felt like it was beating in his throat.
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.
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.
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.
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!
They passed a few maintenance workers gossiping in a lounge. The cafeteria is still some ways off. Was it to the right or the left? His head’s so clouded by fear he doesn’t remember.
“Uh, sure,” Techie says, steadying his words as best as he can. He can’t handle more embarrassment today!
People stare at their intertwined hands as they walk by. Without realizing it, Techie starts to walk faster. Anything to get out from their gaze.
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.
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!
It suddenly occurs to him that Mitaka hasn’t even mentioned his eyes, or his stringy, greasy hair, or *anything* that most people tease him about. What the hell?
He tries to express this to him, but all he can manage as they walk through the corridor is, “Th-this doesn’t h-happen to me,” which probably makes the whole situation even more odd.
Leave it to Techie to make a cryptic statement and then have anxiety swell up his throat so he can’t follow it up with something more sane.
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.
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!
Nobody has ever *wanted* to touch Techie before. He’s totally shocked, eyes whirring noisily as they focus and refocus again on Mitaka’s sweet face. It’s a little overwhelming, being asked by a superior to hold hands just minutes after meeting them, but holding hands is… so nice. And the young Lieutenant doesn’t seem like a scary guy, so, shyly, Techie reaches out and slots their hands together.
His hand is warm and a little sweaty but Techie’s is too, and a blush rises high on his cheeks.
This is beyond strange. He likes it.
“Uhm, oh- okay, let me b-backtrack and see if I c-can find out where I l-left them,” he stutters, flustered. He’d stopped at the cafeteria on his way here to grab a small breaded pastry (he didn’t know what it was; only that he hadn’t eaten in two days).
“Th-the cafeteria,” he says, “Maybe.”
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.
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!
Techie jumps back in surprise when the Lieutenant starts to cry. His hand hovers awkwardly at his side, wanting to comfort him but unsure of how the other man would react. “Um, I, I c-can fix it-”
Techie rests his fingers gently on Mitaka’s shoulder, thinking: Screw it. I don’t think this day can get worse anyways.
“B-but if Hux gives you tr-t-trouble just let me know and I’ll talk to h-him,” he promises, removing his hand before it gets weird. Techie takes the datapad and bites his bottom lip, thinking.
Mitaka should not be left alone right now. He looks distressed. So Techie says, “I a-accidebtally left my t-tools. Can you c-come with me to find th-them?”
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