You walked down the tunnel-like hallway side by side. Hands brushing together every now and then. It was eating away at you, you didn't want to move away but you didn't want to (so boldly and presumptuously) go to hold his hand either. You tried to break the silence and take your mind off of it.

(Y/n): "...I realized something earlier."

Zack: "yeah, what's that?"

(Y/n): "I still don't know a lot about you."

Zack: "Yeah I guess I could say the same thing about you. But I guess you don't wanna explain that whole 'I used to use knives too' slip up."

(Y/n): "Ah...well, you have a point..."

(Y/n): 'I guess he doesn't wanna talk about his past either. I understand, though.'

...

It was back to being silent again. It wouldn't be so awkward if you weren't touching hands every other second.

Zack's POV

Zack: 'God this is unbearable. Are they gonna grab my hand or what?'

...

You cleared your throat.

Zack: "So, uh...you like knives huh?"

Zack: 'real smooth jackass.'

They looked up you and smiled. They could see right through the fact you were trying to find common ground.

(Y/n): "I guess so...but like you said, I don't really wanna talk about it, Haha..."

Zack: "Right..."

Zack: 'Damnit! what the hell am I supposed to talk about?!'

They averted their eyes.

(Y/n): "......I don't think you're a monster...y'know?"

You snapped your gaze down to their small form.

(Y/n): "You may be hard to kill and all.. but I think your a good person."

They spoke softly.

Zack: "Ha? What the hell are ya talkin' about? Dontcha remember why I was put in this dump in the first place?"

(Y/n): "Haha, yeah of course I do...but, I dunno... maybe it's the look in your eyes or something...or maybe it's because you've been so patient and nice to me...Either way I can tell. You don't do the things you do out of malice. You do it because it makes you happy.. I think that's what makes us different...I mean, makes you a good person in my eyes.."

You rubbed the back of your head in embarrassment.

Zack: 'Geez.. where do they get off sayin' junk like that?'

Zack: "Well I don't just treat anybody like that..."

You mutter

(Y/n): "Hm?"

Zack: "Nothin'....so, you really think that, huh?"

(Y/n): "..Well, yeah.. I don't say sappy crap like that for nothing...heheh.."

They seemed embarrassed by it, too.

It didn't make sense to you. It just didn't. Why would they ever get the idea you were a good person. They had to be lying or something.

You swiftly caged them between your arms against the wall.

Zack: "...What if I beatcha up right now? Just cause I felt like it. What then?"

You put on a fake evil smile.

You spoke lowly, centimeters away from their face. They seemed surprised at first, then they started laughing at you. You pouted. That wasn't the response you expected. Maybe for them to get all flustered or start saying some shit like 'as long as it makes you happy', But not this.

Zack: 'The shorty's ballsy, I'll give them that..'

Zack: "Hey! I'm bein' serious.."

(Y/n): "Well, I'd let you, I guess? I probably couldn't do much about it even if I wanted to..."

Zack: "You need to stand up for yourself more than that, (n/n)."

They shook their head.

(Y/n): "And I think you need to have some more self-preservation... But, anyways, I could totally kick your ass, so ya better move, or else. Haha.. let's get goin' ya bully."

They giggled and lightly pushed their warm hand against your chest to get you to move out of the way, but you wouldn't budge. You kept staring intensely into their eyes with a stoic expression. You watched as they slowly started to get more and more fidgety, and their face started to get more and more red. They couldn't maintain eye contact for shit.

Zack: '...cute.........
wait what the fuck did I just?-'

They suddenly bumped their nose with yours, and you jumped backwards in surprise.

They skipped away from you laughing, still red in the face. 

(Y/n): "Hahaha! You should've seen the look on your face!"

Zack: "H-hey! That ain't fair!"

This meant war. 

You trudged over to them and grabbed their hand, intertwining your fingers speedily, and began dragging them along behind you.
They went silent.

Zack: "Ain't so funny now is it, Hotshot?"

You looked over your shoulder. Their eyes were as wide as saucers, fixated in your joined hands.

(Y/n)'s POV

(Y/n): 'WHY DID I DO THAT THAT WAS AN AWFUL IDEA NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?!!!'

You tried to calm yourself down and return to Zack's side. He kept looking down at you, smugly.

(Y/n): "..What would you do if I kept pushing you against walls and saying dumb shit huh?.."

You mumbled to yourself.

Zack: "huh? Whatcha mutterin' over there,
(n/n)? Can't hear you over my victory. Are ya embarrassed?~"

He put his hand up to his ear and leaned down toward you.
He was taunting you. He was taunting you so hard.

(Y/n): "Hell no I'm not."

You huffed.

Zack: "Oh yeah? Then why's your face so red?~"

He bent down and poked your cheek.

(Y/n): "I'm gonna bite your damn finger off."

Zack: "Woah there, look at you gettin' all snippy. I thought you weren't embarrassed. There's no need to get defensive.~"

(Y/n): "I swear I'm gonna-"

You masked your embarrassment and elation with irritation.

Zack: "Gonna what? You don't have the stones to do nothin' to me."

You took the bait.

(Y/n): "Listen here, you-! What if I beat you up?!"

You did the same thing he did to you earlier, pushing him against the wall and caging him in, minding his injuries of course. You were starting at his chest and you had to crane your neck upwards to actually meet his eyes. It was a funny looking scene. You stared at him and tried to look intimidating.

...

Both his and Your shoulders bounced trying to suppress laughter, but to no avail. You both broke out laughing like a couple of idiots.

After it finally died down, he wiped a tear from his eye.

Zack: "Haha geez..."

He took a breath in.

Zack: "Haaah...I haven't laughed that damn hard since I was trying to kill ya. You're gonna make my guts fall out."

You grinned widely. He had such a unique laugh. It was a bit infectious.

You crossed your arms, feigning a snobby manor.

(Y/n): "Well you asked for it! Ya asshole...I win fair and square. You were practically shakin' in your boots. In fact, we better get going and get that medicine. You might die from intimidation if we're not careful."

He laughed a little and ruffled your hair.

Zack: "Alright, alright. Don't want me dyin', now do we?"

(Y/n): "Definitely not."

You grabbed his hand and held it, and then kept walking. His hand was so big, and calloused from his weapon. You could tell even under his bandages. They were nothing like yours.

Zack: "And what do you think you're doin' little big boss?"

He was trying to embarrass you again. You looked back at him with a smug grin.

(Y/n): "You'll probably get lost if I don't hold it. Like you said- dumb as a rock."

You looked away and focused ahead of you.

(Y/n): "plus, I never said I didn't like it...."

You smiled to yourself.

Hehe I couldn't help myself. Just a little fluff chapter. It can be canon or not if you want I don't know how stupid this all seems to you guys lol.