Chapter Text
If there was ever a moment that Y/n hated his job, it would be right now. Instead of having a much needed break from paperwork, Y/n was dragged into another awkward interview of a variant, one that was far to confident for a man who's original timeline was for him to become a sales associate and die at the age of fifty with crippling debt.
When that was over, and thank the time gods that it was, Y/n found his desk packed to the brim with folders and miscellaneous documents. He sighed and sat down, groaning as he put his head back over his chair. 'I haven't even had lunch yet!' He mumbled to himself, sitting back up and grabbing a folder on the top of the pile.
"Woah, working overtime, Y/n?"
A voice asked. Y/n peered up to see Mobius, in all his glory with a smug expression all over his face. Y/n made a fake laughing sound, not bothering to make it sound genuine or at the very least amused.
"No, as a matter of fact I was just about to on an excellent jog around the France."
Mobius put up his hands in defense, muttering 'ok, ok' under his breath. He knew how that felt, being piled so much with paperwork that there was hardly anytime to even breath—but it went away eventually, at least that's what he tried to tell himself.
"In that case, I'll join you."
The grey-haired man grabbed a decent number of folders in his hand, shifting them to under his arm before giving Y/n a soft smile. Y/n sighed and smiled a little, putting down the tan colored folder that he had picked up before and stood up.
"You are my savior, Mobius. What would i do without you?"
Mobius raised his eyebrows and hummed, seemingly thinking of a genuine answer. Truthfully, Mobius felt as if he needed Y/n more than the other way around, as the timeline could see--there had been more than he would like to admit, Y/n saved his ass from certain doom.
"Not get all of this paperwork done, that's for sure."
Y/n chuckled and nodded, agreeing. He took a breath, his worries of work passing him by now that he knew he would be getting some help.
"How about we eat something before we start...?"
Y/n said hopefully. Mobius looked down to the folders he was holding. He would definitely not mind eating some 'grub' before starting, besides, this would be the perfect time now that everything seemed calm in the TVA.
"I wouldn't mind that."
/////////////
Y/n felt himself choke from a small bit of laughter, he held his hand over his mouth and looked at the man across from him with a grin.
"You're lying, no way that happened."
Mobius shrugged and took a drink from the red can in front of him. Y/n shook his head and leaned back in his chair, finishing chewing his food before letting it go down. He sighed and looked at Mobius with a soft expression, a longing expression.
"Your cases seem so much more fun than mine. The most exciting thing I've done is finding a variant who pruned herself accidentally when she was trying to escape."
Mobius chuckled. He had heard about that. It was more so a 'what the hell just happened?' rather than a 'someone is at fault.' moment. Y/n was there to see it first hand, and all he could muster up to say was a simple 'i told you not to grab that end.' before having a mini break down over his failed attempt at making the situation better.
"I wouldn't have minded seeing that."
Mobius said. Y/n scoffed and hummed, nodding his head absentmindedly.
"You did see it, remember? Everyone did."
The not-so-distant memory haunted Y/n every time he closed his eyes. It really wasn't that bad, honestly the worst that happened was that he was dubbed a horriblede-escalator and wasn't so much welcomed when there was a problem at hand. That landed him with paperwork, at least he wouldn't be able to have that prune itself.
"It was an honest mistake--i mean, I'm surprised more people haven't done that."
Mobius muttered. Y/n guessed that was true. He probably would have if he hadn't been trained to use one, and seen firsthand how they worked. Y/n hummed and leaned forward, smiling softly as another memory popped into his head.
"You remember how you brought me some food when I was staying back? I was so...embarrassed... that I didn't even want to face anyone."
Mobius nodded, setting down his can.
"Yeah, I remember. You barely spoke a word to me that entire time."
The moment itself was not funny, but looking back to it, the both of them couldn't help but laugh. Y/n had buried his head so far into his arm that the only time he lifted it was to eat and speak more clearly for Mobius to understand.
"And then, you, my knight in shining armor, helped me with my paperwork and let me in on the case you were working."
Y/n felt a blush coming up on his cheeks, hoping that it was not something Mobius would be able to catch onto. He didn't, or at least he said nothing to indicate that he did.
Mobius laughed a little, nodding as he leaned forward. Y/n had acted like he never saw a case before in his life, looking over and over at the files as if they were written in a language he didn't fully understand. Mobius remembered thinking it was a little 'adorable' how Y/n got so into it.
"I consider that our first date, you know."
Y/n said quickly, trying to ensure his confidence wouldn't run out by the time he got the words out. Mobius blinked, his smile fading a little as he processed what had just been said.
"I didn't know we-"
"Sorry, i know it's stupid to call it that."
Y/n cut the man off and felt that embarrassment building up again. He heard Mobius laugh a little, adding to it.
"No, no. I was going to say, i didn't know we had more than one."
Y/n looked at Mobius, his eyes red along with his face. He felt his heart race a little less as he realized the joke wasn't aimed at him in a mean manner. Mobius leaned back to cross his arms, grinning softly.
"Is this considered a date?"
He asked, eyeing Y/n as he struggled to find an answer. Y/n looked down and hummed, the feeling of crippling embarrassment leaving his body and now being replaced with a sense of achievement and courage.
"I would, all considering."
He looked up to Mobius shaking his head, a smile still plastered on his face.
"Right, well, how about some dessert?"
Y/n grinned, standing up.
"Now you're talking. This might be our best date yet."
