You were best friends with Uzi, N, V and Death, or D, for short.

You had met Death somewhat recently on….not such a great start. He almost killed you, but then Uzi and N arrived and saved your ass. So, now, he joined the little rebellion Uzi started.

You two got on better terms, as in a friendly conversation would strike every now and then. You’d sometimes make a playful jab at him, and he’d either jab back or give a scoff and eyeroll, but he would smile. Little did you know he was completely enamored with you, in his own way, of course. Like when he was alone or something, the thought of you would send him into a flustered spiral. But, you didn’t know this, of course.

Now, one day, you two were apparently stuck in Uzi’s room for whatever reason. After a few minutes of silence, Death suddenly pounced.

He had yoinked you from where you sat or stood, and just had his arm wrapped around you, his legs crossing over yours and keeping you effectively trapped against him. You tried to look over to see his face, but his snout was nuzzled into the back of your head, but you could see some more yellow than usual on his visor.

His grip was gentle, almost tenderly affectionate. His tail would sway and shift for a second, before the blade on the end of it pointing at you as he said in a low, slightly embarrassed voice. “I will kill you if you move.”

There was no real bite in his words, his grip tightening on you further proving that.