Error's POV

I let out a small yawn as I opened my eyes. The bedroom was cold but I felt warmth on my chest. I looked down to see Ink cuddling into me, fast asleep.

A smile appeared on my face as I held him close to me. I didn't want to get up for work. This moment was too precious and I didn't want it to end.

  However, I sighed when I looked at the time. I carefully got out of Ink's embrace and left him sleeping in my bed. I pulled the covers back over him to make sure he was comfortable.

Mello lifted her head, her emerald eyes staring at me. I gently pet her head before walking into my closet. My suits were lined perfectly on the racks. They were colored coded from lightest to darkest. I grabbed my favorite black suit along with a white button shirt and a red tie.

Once I was fully dressed, I went to the kitchen and made myself a quick breakfast. I poured coffee into a thermos and ate an omelette. This was normally how my mornings played out everyday. I get up, get dressed, eat, leave, and take Ink to school if he had it that day.

I slipped into the driver's seat of my car, thermos in hand, before turning on the vehicle. I slipped on my sunglasses and pulled out of the driveway.

(Time Skip)

I typed on my computer. My office was silent which didn't help the fact that I was bored. My mind wondered as it had nothing to do.

'When is Ink's prom? I want him to go as I missed out on mine but that is his choice completely. If he goes then I should pay for anything that he might need. If he doesn't then maybe I can plan something for the both of us. Maybe that could be the night I can... no, it might be too weird for him, confessing to him during an event revolved around teenagers. Or maybe... he would return my feelings. I don't know. It's too difficult to know the answer.'

A voice broke me from my thoughts. Looking away from the computer screen, I saw Damien standing at the doorframe.

Damien: I haven't see you wear those for awhile.

He said, motioning towards my red glasses that I sometimes wore when I was at home.

Me: I thought I might put them on today for work. They help me focus better since I can actually see things clearly.

Damien: It looks good.

  I thanked him without breaking eye contact with the computer.

My secretary didn't hesitate to start working after he found a spot in one of the chairs that were placed around my office.

(Time Skip)

I took a bite of a sandwich before wiping my fingers to continue working. Damien texted clients on his phone, keeping me company.

Damien: I noticed that you're wearing your favorite suit. Spill the tea.

  He looked at me with a toothy grin. I slightly smiled as I recalled this morning.

Me: Ink and I... slept together.

  One of his ears went down to portray confusion.

Damien: Let me get this straight. You don't have the balls to confess to Jailbait but you slept in the same bed?

Me: Yes but it's not for the reason you're probably thinking.

Damien: Please, O'Knowledgeable one, what is the real reason?

Me: It was raining last night and Ink is afraid of thunder. He asked if he could sleep with me since it calms him down. I wanted to say no but I couldn't bring myself to decline him. I laid as far as I could so I would prevent myself from accidentally touching him. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable if he found it to be inappropriate.

  Damien listened to me, looking to actually be invested in my explanation. He sighed, grabbed a piece of paper, and pulled his chair next to mine.

Me: What are you doing?

Damien: Making you a plan.

Me: Why?

Damien: I'm your secretary. Besides, I'm getting tired of waiting for you to confess to Ink so I going to give you a little push.

  He clicked a pen and wrote a title in huge letters on top of the paper.

Damien: I'm calling this operation "Don't Fail or You Go to Jail"

Me: Well that's reassuring.

Damien: Don't worry, Error. I'll make sure to bail you out as soon as possible.

  I sighed.

Me: I don't know why I'm friends with you but go ahead and continue.

Damien: You should pick a night with really nice weather or when there is something special planned... aka prom in this case. After having a fun time or after the dance, you take him to a nice dinner. That's where you confess. Wear the nicest suit you have and bring flowers.

  I stared at him for a second. What was listed, it wasn't a little push like he said, it was a full plan. However, I liked it.

'I guess...

That's what I'll do