“You know... what y-you’re d-doing–gah!”

hi I did this in my notes because I was bord.....i also did the stupid idea of cutting with a knife instead of blade from sharpener anf now my leg hurts bye

MESSAGE: After waiting for him after a meeting, he comes back home tired, but somehow still enthusiastic. Skipping towards you, he plops his bum down on the couch and exhales in relief. Turning his head towards you, he immediately initiates a conversation to take up the empty space between you guys, and also because he's sincerely curious about what you did today.

Dude, that meeting sucked ass. Got nothing done, and I forgot to stop for McDonald’s

on the way!” He groans, drawing it out until he feels it’s long enough. Looking around and observing his surroundings, he looks for something to do. You’re busying yourself by scrolling tiktok on your phone, obviously finding no entertainment with his small talk. After a short while, you get submerged in the tiktok reels, chuckling and grimacing with each video you scroll upon.

Alfred notices almost immediately, and being the obnoxious puppy boy he is, leans over your shoulder and watches the reels you watch. Sometimes, he raises an eyebrow at what you laugh at (or doesn’t, maybe your humor is as bad as mine.), and occasionally starts ordering you to scroll away at things he deems “unsatisfactory for a hero like him”, or forces you to watch something you clearly don’t find interest in. He justifies his actions by saying “I’m the hero!”, or “It’s something a hero would watch!”, or he just says he doesn’t like it.

Switching off your phone and getting kind of annoyed at his bossiness, you put the phone in your pocket and cross your arm against your chest, frowning with slight annoyance. You two stay in that kind of tense silence for about five minutes, with America wondering what he did wrong. Thinking for a few seconds, he brushes it off, reassuring himself that maybe you’re just tired of looking at the phone too long, and he settles back down on the cushion beside you.

After a bit, he smacks his thigh and abruptly stands up, moving his body in front of you, obscuring your vision. Leaning down with his clenched fists on his hips, leveling his eyes with your sitting form, he gives you a toothy grin, and pulls you up by your arm. Now that you’re relatively able to see his face, he stands up straight, and poses like a hero, that infuriatingly handsome smile plastered on his face.

“Man, it’s too boring here! Let's go get some food to pass the time, yeah? Too quiet in here, anyways.” He bursts out, pulling you along as he strides outside the massive house, jumping in the limo and starting the engine. You ask him why he’s using such a luxurious car for a normal, casual food outing. He ignores your question, his laugh consuming the remaining space in the car as he takes off.

After speeding through the traffic, and parking haphazardly in the space, he comes out of his side and opens your door. “After you, dude,” He drawls, bowing and offering his hand. You take it and step down from the car, scoffing and entering the fast food place as you secretly pat your cheeks to make the blush that appeared on your cheeks disperse. You hope he didn’t catch you doing that, thinking he’s occupied with the task of ordering you guys food.

After a bit of bickering over the cashier advising him not to order more food and him causing a ruckus, he finally comes back, his hands full of greasy takeout bags, and he hands your portion over to you. It seems like he needs the help before all of the food spoils on the ground and causes an ever bigger problem, so you take it from his hands, and both of you head back to the car, pack everything in the backseat, and drive back to your opulent penthouse, snacking on some of his food sneakily so he doesn’t get angry and protective of his food. Seriously, why does he even do that? They aren’t even real human beings, no need to be so protective of them like they’re your babies!

You both arrive at the gates of your penthouse, using his face to open the gate and get through. He parks the limo beside his collection of cars, leaving it beside his prized Mustang. Jumping out of the car and opening your door like he normally does, acting like the hero, you both walk through the manicured, perfect garden before using his fingerprint to open the doors and go inside. Taking off your shoes, you both settle down in one of the lounge areas and dig in, stuffing your faces with fries and chicken nuggets. Alfred finishes faster than you as usual, and does his stupid puppy eyes to try and steal your remaining bag of food. And your soft heart always gives in, and gives him the bag of food, anyways. You just can’t help it, you’re too kind when it comes to him!

After he steals your food and finishes it too, his face contorts in disappointment as he realizes there's no more food to steal, and you both drag your junk-filled bodies back to the couch you guys were sitting at a few hours ago. You resort back to scrolling tiktok reels on your phone, quickly getting invested as usual. He seems to take the hint (for once), and turns on the television to watch something without bothering you. You’re surprised at first, but you quickly brush it off like a bug on your shoulder, hoping he’s not actually upset, and just not in the mood to bother you right now. Scrolling past a particular Self-Question post, it asks you if you know any facts about your close ones. You almost immediately direct your gaze towards Alfred, looking at his appearance for anything that stands out about him. You know a lot of fun facts about him, you even know he has over two hundred weaknesses, and one of them is Dora the Explorer!

Your eyes eventually catch on his cowlick, watching it jut out and bounce with every laugh. You suddenly think of an idea; ‘why have you never asked about it? And why have you never touched it?’ You intensely stare at the standing thick strand of blonde hair, admiring it and working yourself up to ask him about it. Maybe he’ll tell you? Maybe he won’t? If he doesn’t, it'll be suspicious, and you’ll surely ask him and pester him more about it, since you can’t take no as an answer when it’s from him. Why would he say no, anyways? The thought of it intrigues you more than ever. Alfred looks at you shortly before doing a double take, looking slightly confuzzled at your staring.

“What’s up? Wanna ask me some’n, man?” He tilts his head like a confused puppy, making your face flush slightly, but you mentally force it away, and sigh. Finally, you gather up all of your courage, and use it up to ask him the question. He flushes, stumbling over his words, before getting himself together and shaking his head. “W-Why are you suddenly asking that? You don’t n-need an answer to that question... dude!” Alfred stutters out, looking away with his normal smile faltering. He tells you to brush it off and think of something else, and you do relent on the asking for a small bit, but his face still seems to stay slightly pink, even after you’ve dropped the topic.

You sneakily move closer to his side until you’re almost hip to hip. As soon as he catches your hand moving closer to that specific patch of hair you’ve been asking about in his peripheral vision, he almost immediately protests the action, his hand starting to reach up to grab your hand, but your brain moves faster than his. You reach for the cowlick, grazing it for a split second before weakly grabbing it with your index and thumb finger, watching his face for his reaction. Smirking, you yank on it lightly, before you start twirling it around your index finger. He covers his mouth, his whole face going beet red with each pull on his Nantucket.

“S-S... Stop pulling... my Nantucket,” He strains out of his mouth, holding himself back by gripping the arms of the chair so hard that the expensive leather dents and gains miniature rips from the puncture of his nails. He grits his teeth, panting and groaning as you continue tormenting him with his special zone. “You know... what y-you’re d-doing–gah!”

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