The room was filled with the rhythmic clinking of metal tools and the faint hum of machinery as Kid sat hunched over his desk, focused on his latest project. The harsh glow of a nearby lamp illuminated his intense expression, his crimson eyes narrowed in concentration.

You were perched on the edge of his desk, absentmindedly spinning a small dagger in your hand. The soft scraping sound it made as you flipped it over your fingers was the only thing breaking the silence.

Kid, ever the embodiment of focused chaos, barely acknowledged your presence at first. But as the minutes ticked by and the quiet boredom radiating from you became palpable, he finally looked up.

His usual scowl softened, replaced by a rare, genuine smile—a sight that would have shocked anyone who wasn’t used to the side of him you got to see.

“You bored, sweetheart?” he asked, his deep voice carrying a rare warmth as he leaned back slightly, resting one hand on the edge of his desk. “I’ll be done in a second.”